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Under the astonished gazes of Elwyn and Hermione, their former Defense Against Dark Magic teacher pushed open the door and walked out. He was wearing a light purple robe and looked the same as before.
"Hello!" he said with a smile. "You must be here for my autograph, am I right?"
Elwyn and Hermione shook their heads, indicating that they did not need it.
Looking at Professor Lockhart, Hermione did not have much sympathy for him.
She only felt that it was absurd. She realized that she had been too naive in the past to actually worship such a person.
Because of the books Lockhart had written, Hermione had once thought that he was the greatest Magus in the world. She had even memorized the contents of the books.
However, all of this was fake. Lockhart was merely stealing the experiences of others.
In the secret chamber a year ago, he had even prepared to use the Amnesia Curse to wipe the memories of Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Fortunately, he had used Ron's malfunctioning wand, and the curse had struck himself instead.
In any case, Hermione had now completely seen through Lockhart's true colors.
To be honest, Elwyn somewhat missed the days when Lockhart was around. He might not have been a good professor, but he had indeed made things convenient for him.
Whether it was the difficulties encountered in the newspaper's management, the ban on books in the library, escaping punishment from Snape or Filch, or even giving credit to Gryffindor, no matter how one looked at it, Lockhart had provided a lot of help to Elwyn.
Of course, to him, Elwyn was also his most loyal reader.
"Are you alright?" Elwyn asked softly after some hesitation.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" Lockhart said passionately. He took out a worn peacock quill from his pocket. "How many autographs do you want? You should know that I can already write with my pen! "
"Oh, we don't need them now, thank you!" Hermione quickly waved her hands.
At the end of the previous semester, she had thrown all of Lockhart's autographs she had collected into the furnace and burned them. Not a single one was left.
"Professor, why are you wandering around the corridor? Shouldn't you be in the ward?" Elwyn looked around. Lockhart's ward should be nearby.
"You call me Professor. Have we met before?" The smile on Lockhart's face gradually disappeared. He stared at Elwyn and Hermione for a while.
"Yes, you taught us at Hogwarts. Do you remember?"
"Taught you?!" Lockhart said doubtfully. "Me?"
After getting an affirmative answer, the smile returned to his face almost instantly, and it suddenly looked frightening.
"You You You know, I taught," said. "I I I I Need To You know," I You Everything. " Lockhart smiled. "If that's the case, how many autographs do you need?
Elwyn and Hermione looked at each other and took a step back.
"We have to go, Professor!" Elwyn said. "You know, we're just here to buy drinks. Our friends are waiting for us."
"They're Hogwarts students too?!" Lockhart said happily. "I can go with you. Maybe they'll need my autograph too."
No one would want his autograph. With Sirius's temper, he would definitely throw the crazy Lockhart out.
Just then, a head popped out from behind a door at the other end of the corridor. "Gidero, naughty child, where have you been?"
A motherly therapist with a gold and silver wreath on her head rushed over and smiled warmly at Elwyn and Hermione.
"Oh, Gidero, it's great that someone's here to see you!" The therapist said warmly. "Do you know, no one's come to visit him for more than a year? Poor little lamb, I can't think of a reason. He's so cute, isn't he?"
Elwyn and Hermione both knew why. They wanted to tell each other that with Lockhart's current infamy in the magic world, no one would come to visit him.
Nowadays, whenever Lockhart was mentioned, people would usually add the word "liar".
To Lockhart, this might be the best outcome.
"We're signing autographs!" Gidero smiled brightly. "They're asking for a lot more. We won't agree if we don't give them. I wish I had that many photos!"
"He used to be famous. We hope that this hobby of signing autographs will help him regain some of his memory." The therapist held Lockhart's arm and looked at him lovingly, as if he was a precocious two-year-old. "Please come this way. He's staying in a sealed ward. He must have slipped out when I went in with the presents. That door is usually locked."
"Don't worry, he's not dangerous!" Noticing Elwyn and Hermione's expressions, she hurriedly lowered her voice and said, "He might be a little dangerous to himself. God bless him, he doesn't know who he is. He can't remember how he came back when he left. It's great that you're here to visit him!"
If not for the problem with the wand he was using, it would be Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione in his current state.
They had just fought with the snake monster and were at the end of their rope. They had no ability to resist at all.
Thinking of this, the sympathy that Elwyn and Hermione had for Lockhart vanished without a trace.
"I'm sorry, we were just passing by!" Hermione swirled the drink in her hand. "We're here to visit Ron Weasley. He's in that room."
"I know Ron. He's a cute red-haired boy. I heard that he helped the famous Sirius Black clear his name. He's really amazing!" The Therapist said with a smile. "Although you're not here to visit Guido, before you go back, can you visit him in his ward? He seems to be very familiar with the two of you. It won't take too long, and it might help his condition. "
Hearing the Therapist say this, it would be too unreasonable to reject her.
Elwyn and Hermione could only nod and follow Lockhart and the Therapist to the opposite direction of Ron's ward.
At the end of the corridor, the Therapist pointed her wand at the door of Genasic's ward and chanted, "Arajor, open." The door opened.
She led the way in, keeping a firm grip on Guido's arm until he was seated in an armchair beside the bed.
Compared to Ron's ward, this place was cold and empty.
Everything was white, and even the temperature was a few degrees lower than outside.
There were no entertainment facilities in the ward, only cold medical equipment. Elwyn did not dare to imagine how scary it would be to continue living here.
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