Lockhart's New Life

There was nothing to say about something so predictable.

After Rita's interview ended, Vincent left the Ministry of Magic under the glares of a group of Lockhart's fanatical fans.

They were probably trying to find the young witch who had knocked the back of his head bald.

It was truly terrifying. They were so fanatical that they had already lost their minds.

Even more terrifying than them, however, were Snape's icy, sinister eyes.

What did it have to do with him? If anyone wanted to blame someone, they should blame Fudge, who had asked the question.

To make it seem as though Lockhart was not entirely useless and possessed enough ability to become the mastermind behind it all, the simplest method was to forcibly put one person down while praising another.

Besides, it had been Snape, still looking "reluctant to part" before leaving, who had suggested fighting the professors.

Vincent raised his chin high, looking as arrogant as could be.

"Ha ha ha—" Snape sneered as he walked away.

Harry, who had been caught in the middle the entire time, let out a sigh of relief.

If they had started fighting—no, even if they had merely argued, he would have been the first to get caught in the crossfire.

Judging by the teasing look Dumbledore gave him over his shoulder, today's headlines would most likely become: "Student and professor trade insults in the street, while the headmaster cheers them on from the side."

Fortunately, Snape had "retreated in the face of difficulty." Otherwise, the first person who ought to have been upset would have been Lockhart, who was about to be escorted to Azkaban.

No one could steal the headlines from him.

They would quietly remain here, awaiting the arrival of the next person destined for them.

A strange red