"He isn't planning to beat Lockhart until he agrees, is he?"
The more Harry thought about it, the more likely it seemed!
"Luo Bin, open the door! Hurry! Don't do anything rash. We'll find another way. You can't hurt Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, or... I'll stop being your friend!"
Luo Bin heard none of Hermione's furious shouting. The moment the door closed, he had drawn his Wand and cast a soundproof Magical Barrier.
He walked silently to the desk, snatched the letter from beneath Lockhart's forearm, and raised an eyebrow as he read aloud. "'Dear Ms. Mary Bosgude, your letter stirred many feelings in me. Please believe that someone in this world understands you. But as a Wizard, you should recognize what makes you special. All you need to do is open that long-sealed wooden box, give it a gentle wave, and recite a few spells that are familiar yet strange. Every problem will be solved. If you've forgotten the words or gestures for a spell, I recommend subscribing to...' Tsk. In the end, you just want her to buy your books!"
Furious that his intentions had been exposed, Lockhart snatched back the letter and slipped it into a thick book. "Mr. Sear, if you don't leave now, you won't catch up with your friends!"
"They'll wait for me. Please give the club some thought!"
Leaning against the desk, Luo Bin took a Glass Orb from the Blue Cloth Pouch and gently stroked the pale-blue star-shaped button on top.
It was a Remembrall, and Lockhart knew them well. At every book signing, fans in the audience held them up. The red button recorded images, while the pale-blue one played them back. But he couldn't fathom why Luo Bin had brought one out.
"Robin Sear, as you can see, I have a