The Usefulness of Lockhart

"I know your superior... no, I should say, one of the big shots in the wizarding world—Tver Foley!"

Lockhart was so anxious that he had no mind to care about his mussed hair.

After reporting Karkaroff's situation to Tver, he had been granted the Aurors' tight protection in recognition of his contribution, and had lived quite comfortably.

But that comfortable life vanished once Voldemort was defeated, the Dark wizards were arrested, and the trials began!

What was more, although Lockhart was an Azkaban escapee and his escape had been involuntary, that only meant they would overlook the prison break itself.

He still had another sixteen years to serve in prison!

"Sorry," said the Auror sitting across from him and handling his case, glancing over his file. "I don't have the authority to contact Professor Foley..."

"You can write to him!" Lockhart suggested eagerly.

"Please. Every wizard in the world—no, not just wizards, even Muggles—wants to write to Professor Foley. Do you really think my letter would make it into his hands?!"

With that, the Auror rolled his eyes irritably.

He would have loved to correspond regularly with Professor Foley, but who in the Ministry of Magic did not know that the professor had hidden his location?

Rumor had it that the Joint Action Office in the United Kingdom had even set up a mailroom specifically to handle the mountain of letters pouring in from all over the world.

But Lockhart's eyes gleamed with envy.

He had watched the recording of that battle dozens of times. Every tiny movement Tver had made and every shift in his tone had been etched into his mind.

As long as he was still breathing, his mind would always replace the battle's protagonist with himself!

Now that he had heard Tver's fans were spread across