Chapter 1102 Madman

Armenia, deep in the forest, where werewolves live.

The undercurrent of the outside world did not affect this quiet forest glade at all.

Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting on the steps of the wooden house, with a relaxed expression on his face, patiently cleaning the dirt from his robes.

Behind him, in the woodland on both sides, and even on the path directly in front, dozens of werewolves looked at the young wizard with different expressions.

In ten minutes at most, the full moon night is coming.

When the moon rises to its highest point, the beast hidden in their bodies will rush out, swallow up the sanity of all of them, and temporarily turn them into a bloodthirsty, aggressive beast eager to attack humans.

"Do you really want to seek death? Get away, the werewolf is not the knife you use to kill yourself!"

Antilicia McIntosh frowned heavily and looked at the guy who was stuck on the steps like chewing gum with an unkind expression.

"Or... do you want to threaten us? Do you think we really don't dare to kill you bastard directly?!"

Before proposing the "kidnapping plan", they had imagined various emergencies and prepared a large number of manpower and equipment for this purpose. They also specially inquired about the recent predicaments of the Aurors in the surrounding Ministry of Magic, but they did not expect that it would happen. Now this is a situation where the "hostages" are not leaving.

Aghasheyan must have memories of the "Restore Humanoid Curse" in his mind - McIntosh and others are now quite convinced of this.

Otherwise, Gilderoy Lockhart would not have openly erased the old wizard's memory in front of a bunch of werewolves in order to monopolize the market.

Perhaps Romulus and others did not understand magic, but they could repeat everything they heard.

Although it sounds a little vague when retelling "Forgotten", it is enough for McIntosh and other werewolf wizards to make a judgment:

Gilderoy Lockhart that damn bastard!

Just like a few years ago, he once again cast a forgetting spell on Aghaxiyan!

In the eyes of Antilicia McIntosh and others, Gilderoy Lockhart clearly intends to raise the price.

This guy insisted that they would not give up hope of restoring the werewolves, so after enduring several rounds of torture, it was now his turn to start "torture" and "threaten" them in turn.

The most shocking and admirable thing is that he is now using his own life as a bargaining chip.

When the Cruciatus Curse and death threats all lost their effect, time instead became the line of fire that forced the werewolves to surrender.

Regardless of whether what this guy said is true or false, if he dies here tonight, everything will be gone.

Time passed little by little, and Antilicia McIntosh and others exchanged helpless looks.

"Dammit! You win! Lockhart!"

Antilicia McIntosh took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Tell me, what do you want us to do - what do you want to do to completely disappear from our eyes before the damn moon rises?! If you want to cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, then just come and don't delay Time! But we really don’t have gold or anything right now!”

Perhaps Gilderoy Lockhart didn't have the memory of that "magical magic" in his mind, but that didn't matter right now.

Since becoming werewolves, they have been looking for a way to transform back into humans for too long, and disappointment has become a habit.

But just because of this, no one dares to bet on that one-ten-thousandth "lucky" miss before hope is completely shattered.

At this critical moment, Gilderoy Lockhart stepped on their fatal weakness.

All hopes and negotiations must wait until after dawn tomorrow.

As for admitting her mistake, Antilicia McIntosh doesn't care even if she accepts retaliation tenfold or a hundredfold.

Werewolves have no dignity at all, they just want to live again... as humans.

Gilderoy Lockhart stood up. He looked around at the werewolves. His voice was smooth and clear, without any timidity or anger.

"I know that you don't completely believe me until now. This is just an unconfirmed legend."

"To be honest, when I first discovered that there were more than twenty werewolves, I thought about defeating you. When I discovered that there were so many werewolf wizards among you, I thought about sending out a signal for help and trying to get out of here alive."

"But when I discovered that there might be nearly a hundred werewolves gathered here, I suddenly didn't plan to leave just like that -"

His words sounded a bit illogical and filled with some extremely arrogant confidence.

However, the werewolves around him did not interrupt him, because Lockhart held the wand seriously for the first time tonight.

Antilicia McIntosh exchanged confused looks, while the werewolves around them also looked confused and looked at Lockhart silently.

Lockhart raised his hand, fumbled around in his arms a few times, took out a shiny silver metal piece, and solemnly pinned it to his chest.

In the not-so-bright lights of the forest cabin, people could barely see what the thing looked like.

That was a particularly strange emblem.

No one present had ever seen such a weird and special pattern.

[Three arrows pointing inward through the ring, and an outer ring wrapping them. Just below the emblem, three letters are branded]

Lockhart continued: "Humanity has reproduced for more than 250,000 years, but only the last 4,000 years are meaningful. So, what have we been doing for nearly 250,000 years? We hide in caves, sit around in small Beside the campfire, we fear, worship, and hate the things we don’t understand—those things about how the sun rises, those monsters with human heads and bird bodies, those living stones..."

"Later, magic appeared, and the number of things that humans didn't understand was decreasing, and our number was increasing. When there were fewer and fewer things we feared, we began to look at the world more rationally. However, unsolvable confusions did not Disappear, for example - a werewolf."

“Human beings can never be identical – no two people are exactly the same.”

"Muggles, wizards, men, women, these are the more obvious categories."

"And werewolves are just a special group of patients who are sick."

"If human civilization gives up exploration and rescue and chooses to treat you as 'monsters', then the same estrangement and conflict will sooner or later occur in other classification methods of human society. Maybe Muggles and wizards first, and then men and women... …”

"A few centuries ago, a terrible war broke out between the non-magical world and the magical world, which almost reduced the entire Europe to a dead end."

“In order to prevent tragedies from happening again, someone must guard and fight for the most basic hope in the shadows.”

"Since you have not given up hope yet and still regard yourself as human beings, then——"

Gilderoy Lockhart raised his finger, tapped the Foundation emblem on his chest, and said softly.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, head of the black wizard, one of the O5 members of the Foundation. I have an obligation and responsibility to save you all. I said, I am not here to seek death. I am Came to save you.”

His words sounded inexplicably passionate, but at this moment, some voices suddenly sounded.

Someone let out a cold, mocking chuckle.

"Oh, the writer's fantasy..."

Several of the werewolf wizards standing in the hut sneered disdainfully.

"What's wrong? From what you said, it seems like someone will come to rescue you? Where is he? Are you lost?"

Even Antilicia McIntosh felt a flash of disappointment in her heart, because she suddenly felt that the young man who wrote the book might really be out of his mind, and that he might not be a liar - he was a man who confused reality and fiction. Just a lunatic on the edge of fantasy.

What foundation, what black wizard...

She had never heard of such an organization in decades.

"Of course it's a fantasy or something. What you said is, well, not entirely wrong -"

Surprisingly, however, Gilderoy Lockhart did not rebut their jeers, but instead laughed along with them.

Lockhart raised his hand and exploded a bouquet of pure white magic fireworks into the sky.

He suddenly remembered something, if the "rescuer" was Miss Fool.

Maybe, maybe really lost. I hope this signal is not too late...

Of course there is another possibility...

After firing the magic fireworks into the sky, Lockhart shrugged and sat down again.

"If no one comes after tonight, then...the stories I just told may indeed be just a beautiful fantasy story - or, Gilderoy Lockhart should not survive tonight, after all, magic And miracles also have to be paid——"

"By the way, it's my twenty-ninth birthday in a few hours."

Lockhart turned his head, looked at the werewolf wizards behind him, and grinned.

"If you really want to make it up to me, then sing me a few happy birthday songs in advance?"

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Great!