Chapter 782 The Liar's Wig
"You are not allowed to stand on the sidelines! Hermione, let's go to the library." Forced to helplessly, Alan shrugged, and agreed under the expectant eyes of everyone, and then it was Alan's turn to ask Hermione to take him to the library on the second floor. The library is gone.
The current collection of books in the library has increased a lot compared to the beginning. In addition to the original books kept by Ravenclaw, there are also books moved from the Black family, and some books purchased by Allen and the others.
In this area where magic books, knowledge manuals, and various types of magic notes are stored, bookshelves and storage compartments are neatly arranged on the wall. Hermione and Alan sat on the table and chair in the middle of the library, and handed Alan the content they had compiled from various book materials.
As soon as she entered the library, Hermione couldn't wait to say: "Alan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this in front of them, it made you look ugly."
"It doesn't matter, it's all caused by my own family. It must have taken you a lot of time and energy to sort out these contents in such a complete and orderly manner, Hermione." Allen flipped through Hermione's careful writing and put it aside A thick notebook said with emotion, "You usually have to finish your studies at Hogwarts and manage the umbrella company. The time is already very tight. You still have to study these things. You don't have time for entertainment and relaxation."
Seeing the bloodshot and pale complexion under Hermione's tired eyes, it must be caused by too little sleep. The other party silently did this for herself and paid a lot... Hermione did like reading and studying, but she definitely didn't go to such a point where she forgot to eat and sleep.
Hermione felt Alan's mood, the corners of Hermione's eyes were red, and she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Oh, it's nothing, reading books is what I like, reading books means relaxation to me... Hey, wait a minute, what are you doing? "Hermione, who was hugged by Allen in her arms, was taken aback for a moment, her chin rested on Allen's shoulder, her eyes widened, and she was caught off guard by the strong embrace and her voice became strenuous.
Alan hugged Hermione, his nose was sour. Before Hermione finished speaking, Alan lowered his head, kissed Hermione's lips, and blocked all the words behind her.
Hermione's eyes widened, and even though her mouth was blocked by Allen's lips, she still struggled and muttered: "Well... I enjoy this sense of accomplishment seeing the information take shape little by little."
Alan's lips gradually moved away from Hermione, and he held Hermione's shoulders with both hands, and made his eyes bulge out to stare at Hermione. Hermione relaxed, sighed softly, and put her hands on Alan's shoulders, I nestled my furry head into Allen's arms, rested it on Allen's chest, and was firmly surrounded by Allen's arms, feeling an unprecedented sense of security.
Allen's hand stroked Hermione's back, no one spoke, but the room was full of emotion.
At the same time, in the Albanian forest, in the dark room with the closed door, Gilderoy Lockhart sat on a simple table under a magic lantern cast with an inextinguishable flame spell that appeared to be Slytherin. On the stone chair, I leaned over and wrote my own new story. The sound of Death Eaters still reveling could be heard outside.
Gildero had no interest in participating at all. He didn't want to join in the behavior of sitting around the campfire, eating richer food than usual, and then torturing a few unlucky Muggles for fun, so he went back to the In this little room that belonged to him.
The excitement and joy belonged to them, and there was nothing in the iron cages where he and the Muggles were held.
Although Gilderoy Lockhart habitually boasted to those Muggles before and promised to win them a few more pieces of bread, when he saw Rudolphs, he weakly turned off his own It was difficult for him to judge this idea, if these Death Eaters knew that they had goodwill towards these "inferior" Muggles, what would they do to themselves and what would they do to those Muggles.
Stopping the already somewhat bare quill in his hand, Gildero picked up the parchment with satisfaction and blew on it. He stood up, tapped his head with his wand,
He took off the golden wig on his head, and the miserable green magic lamp shone on the top of his bare head, making Gildero appear to be covered in green. (Author's note: In the "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" movie, when Gilderoy Lohar packs up and salutes to escape from Hogwarts, we can see him throwing a golden fake hat that matches his hairstyle issued in his box, implying that the crook even has a fake appearance, that he is bald.)
Gilderoy Lockhart fiddled with his blond wig for a long time, then tapped the clean wig with a magic wand, let it fall to the top of his head, fixed it firmly, looked around in the mirror, He combed the blond hair neatly to make it look proper and natural, then put the package of food on the table into his bag and walked out of the room.
The dark stone cave ushered in light, and the numb Muggles shrank and hid in the corner of the cage. They were afraid that they would be tortured, abused, and even lost their lives like those who were called out before. Lockhart walked down the stone steps with a fluorescent wand in his hand. Seeing his short blond hair and bright smile, the Muggles' nerves were relaxed. Gilderoy Lockhart was the one who brought them food. , and they are not that rude, and they will not beat and scold them frequently.
Seeing that every cage was full of Muggles, Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes flashed. Recently, the frequency of those Death Eaters catching Muggles has decreased. Now that there are so many Muggles accumulated, it is likely that The number required by the devil is about to be reached.
After distributing to them the food that Gilderoy would prepare for these Muggles, he went directly to the cage where Nancy and his daughter were, and handed to Nancy the bag of food he had saved from his own share. . The mother and daughter thanked each other politely. Across the cage, he stroked the little girl's soft hair, and let the little guy eat some delicious food before leaving, so as to feel the beauty of the world.
Gilderoy blinked at Nancy and his daughter with bright blue eyes, shook his head, and shook his wavy blonde hair, showing his dazzling white teeth, "Merry Christmas, dear baby, look See what Uncle Lockhart brought you." Gilderoy stretched out his empty left hand and shook it in front of the little girl, then stretched out his right hand, and blinked at the little girl again, "Look carefully." Gilderoy He grabbed his right hand upwards, and a plate of roast chicken appeared in his hand out of thin air. The little girl jumped up excitedly from her mother's arms and slapped her hands.
Gildero concocted all the delicious food he brought and gave it to Nancy and his daughter. "Is it Christmas today?" The little girl's soft voice sounded. "Yes baby." Nancy lovingly held her daughter in her arms.
The little girl didn't take the food from Gildero, she clenched her hands into small fists and put them on her chest, "I hope the three of us can leave here together and see the sun again." Her round face was not seen for a long time. The sun lost its blush and turned pale. The little girl's big eyes and fluffy eyelashes flickered slightly, and her eyes were full of hope.
Nancy looked at the food that was much more abundant than in the past, and touched her daughter's head, feeling sore in her heart. The wish a little girl at this age should have made was a puppet toy, but her daughter was fighting for her life. worried. Gildero suddenly took so many delicious food, which not only did not make her happy, but made her feel scared.
Having been with this handsome wizard in front of me for so long, I know very well what kind of person he is, he likes to show off and be admired, but he doesn't have much ability. Recently, the cage was going to be full again, and the frequency of Muggles being caught had dropped significantly. Now that he brought so much food, it could only show that the possibility of himself and his daughter escaping here alive was almost non-existent.
"Gidero, are we about to be executed?" Nancy choked up, her hand holding the food trembled, and then immediately realized with annoyance that she had said this directly in front of her daughter.