Gidro Lockhart was dismissed just before Christmas.
Ginny was joking with Luna when she found out about it.
"Look!" Ginny raised an A4 paper filled with various colors and placed it between the two of them for Luna to see. "The blonde one blowing bubbles is you, and the red-haired one with her legs crossed is me!"
Luna stared at it for a long time before she said, "This background is..."
"It's the Otter River." Ginny explained with her hands.
"It's almost nighttime. I took a long time to come up with this half-purple color..."
She also used gold dust to decorate the painting,
So from the dusk sky to the sparkling river, to the two girls' hair, everything was shining with golden light. Ginny praised her friend exaggeratedly, "You look like a moon goddess ~"
Luna blinked and smiled, "Then are you the Princess of Stars?"
"No!" Ginny raised the loaf of bread and swore,
"I am the Knight of Dusk. The night is coming,
I will watch from now on until I die. I will refuse marriage,
I refuse love, I will not fight for glory,
I will be loyal to my duty,
Life and death. I dedicate my life and soul to dusk... "
Just as Luna was about to laugh out loud,
Ron suddenly rushed into the restaurant from the door and ran straight to the two girls. He slapped the long table and said, "Lockhart has been expelled!" Seeing Ginny stunned for a moment,
He continued in a daze,
"I think... you should know..."
Ginny did not react for a moment,
It was not until Luna pushed her that she suddenly stood up and rushed out.
The reason for Lockhart's expulsion was very simple. Students had already written letters to their families complaining that the professor of defense against black magic had not taught them how to resist even one kind of black magic or black magic creature. The complaints sent by parents to the Department of Education and the principal's office had already exhausted several owls. In order to avoid the reputation of animal abuse, the Department of Education finally decided to expel Lockhart from the Hogwarts.
The person who came to do this was still the lady in the pink suit. When Ginny barged into Lockhart's office, she was walking out with a sweet smile. She looked down and saw the girl whose cheeks were red from running. The lady in the pink suit covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. She punched Lockhart's chest and said, "Oh... seducing female students, this is really the tradition of the Black Magic Defense Professors ~"
After sending the lady away with a fake smile, Lockhart closed the door and turned to shrug at Ginny. he smiled and said, "It seems that there are benefits to being a celebrity, isn't there? They gave me a day's grace, not fifteen minutes for an emergency evacuation … "
Ginny's tears interrupted Lockhart. The girl stomped her feet and shouted at Lockhart, "So! What do you plan to do in the future? Continue to write those stories that can't be sold, or open a hair salon? "
She looks really angry and not sad, Lockhart thought. He put down the manuscript in his hand and bent down to wipe the tears off Ginny's face with a handkerchief. He then pulled the girl to the table and said with a chuckle, "There are no more stories, Ginevra. There are no more stories..." He opened the box. It was empty inside. "She only left me so much. As for the rest, I have to find them myself. Maybe the next journey will be more interesting? I don't know... "
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Ginny blew her nose into the handkerchief in Lockhart's hand and said with a red nose.
Lockhart laughed and threw away the dirty handkerchief in his hand. He squatted down and looked at Ginny's red eyes. The forget-me-not blue against the amber brown. He said, "Ginevra, we are indeed very close, aren't we?"
She didn't know if it was an illusion or the effect of her tears, but Ginny felt that she saw a younger Lockhart than usual. He was so young that he could almost be called a teenager. He had messy blond hair and a round face with no distinguishing features.
This younger Gidro took out a conch and stuffed it into Ginny's hand. He then rubbed her hair and said, "I wanted to give it to you as a Christmas present, but it seems that I have to give it to you in advance." He pointed at his head with his finger and said, "I heard that there are stories from the wind and the sea in the conch."
Ginny held the conch and sniffed. "I want to hear your story."
"There will be a chance," Lockhart said.
Lockhart said there would be a chance.
But there wasn't much time left. Lockhart packed his suitcase that night and went to the faculty office to bid farewell to his colleagues with a smile. Almost all the faculty members were there except for Snape. He hugged many people and then heard Professor Flitwick whisper, "This position seems to have been cursed..."
After leaving the office, he bumped into Madam Loris and Feric on his way upstairs. The bony old cat was meowing pitifully, but it was rubbing against his feet. He squatted down and stroked Madam Loris. He wanted to say a few words to Feric, but the old caretaker snorted coldly and turned to leave. Lockhart was speechless.
Madam Loris licked the blond man's palm and left with Ferritch. Lockhart continued to go upstairs until he reached the eighth floor. He came to a tapestry and went back and forth three times. Finally, he pushed open a luxurious and elegant bronze door and walked into a storeroom.
The moonlight shone through the broken window high up, inspecting the sealed secrets. His well-maintained leather boots stepped on the dusty floor, causing the dust to rise. Lockhart's gaze swept across a rusty candlestick, a textbook without a cover, a doll with only one eye... He also saw a well-tied paper bag. The outer layer of paper had been torn, revealing a bouquet of dried flowers inside.
Finally, he stood in front of a cupboard with a broken leg. He reached into the cupboard and took out a small box. There were only some envelopes in the box, and the names on the envelopes belonged to Locke and Anna. Lockhart didn't touch the crumbling parchment. The yellowed memories condensed into a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
The man put the box into the pocket of his robe and turned to leave. However, he saw a sentence on the wall beside him: Whoever checks the time will suddenly age. At the same time, he saw a corner of a robe.
"Harry Potter?" Lockhart saw the boy turn around and reveal his face, but he wasn't that surprised.
Harry smiled and scratched his head awkwardly. "Professor Lockhart?"
"What are you doing here?" Lockhart walked to the boy's side, and he immediately saw the mirror in the corner. It was a very stylish mirror, and its height almost reached the ceiling. The gorgeous golden frame of the mirror did not have any dust on it, which made it stand out from the rest of the room.
"So it's the Eris Magic Mirror..." Lockhart quickly saw the string of words at the top of the frame and understood why Harry was here.
Seeing that Lockhart was staring at the mirror in a daze, Harry sat back down on the floor. The Daily Hogwarts in front of him had a pile of skewers on it. There was also a plate of roasted meat skewers piled up on the side.
Lockhart looked at it for a while and turned back to see Harry still eating the skewers seriously. He sat down without hesitation and reached out to pick up a beef skewer to smell it. "Hmm... It's the flavor of Hogwarts!"
The friendship between men was the easiest to sublimate in bars and supper stalls. After throwing down five skewers, the two felt that they could confide in each other. Harry was the first to ask, "Professor, what did you see in the magic mirror just now?"
Lockhart's mouth was still stained with barbecue sauce and his hair looked unkempt. He smiled and said, "What most people will see — the hometown that can't be returned to, the treasures that have been lost, and the desires that can't be obtained."
Harry was stunned for a moment. "So the professor is Welsh."
Lockhart didn't deliberately hide his accent and said straightforwardly, "South Wales, a small town by the sea." Throwing away another skewer, Lockhart glanced at Harry who was biting the meat skewer silently and asked, "What about you, the boy who survived, what did you see?"
"I've been here many times." Harry did not answer directly. Instead, he recalled, "Since the first time I faced the Eris Magic Mirror, I couldn't see anything. Other than darkness, I couldn't see anything."
Lockhart saw confusion in the boy's eyes. "I heard that only the happiest people can see themselves in the Eris Magic Mirror, but you saw only darkness... Then, what does this mean?"
Blinking his green eyes, the boy lowered his head to look at the floor and chuckled. "This means that I have nothing to ask for and am not happy. Because I have no home to return to, nothing to lose, and my desires... will never be realized. "There was dead silence in the sea of green." I have nothing to ask for and no happiness. "
After a long silence, the blond man sighed and muttered in a low voice, "Darkness blindly carries tears, too fragile to be tasted …"
The child in the darkness can't get wings. We know that we can't get wings.
The next day was Tuesday. The Hogwarts classes did not stop because of the dismissal of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so when Lockhart left early in the morning, no one came to see him off. He boarded the Hogwarts Express alone and chose a seat by the window in the empty carriage. From here, he could even vaguely see a corner of the Gryffindor Tower. He guessed that when the train started moving, he would also be able to see the Black Lake and Quidditch football stadium.
However, the moment the train started moving, he heard a familiar voice. After a moment of shock, he immediately opened the window and poked his head out. A red-haired girl was running with the train. Her flame-like hair fluttered in the wind and was left behind by the train along with her cries. Lockhart tried to decipher what she was saying. "Ginevra!"
But in the end, Ginny was left behind by the express and left Lockhart's life. In the end, he did not hear what Ginny wanted to say. He could only tell from the shape of the girl's lips that it was something like the "Lady of the Lake". So, he immediately opened his suitcase and took out the book "Lockhart's Lady of the Lake" and flipped it open.
There was a piece of parchment in the book. The parchment was painted with shades of red. It was bright and dazzling.
Lockhart raised the parchment and looked at it in the light. He saw a portrait hidden in the red. It was a young man, unusually handsome but also unusually fragile and sad. Lockhart had never seen such a man before.
At the bottom of the portrait was a line of clumsy handwriting: My story, Gidro, this is my story.
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