Will aimed to precisely erase every memory from the moment Lockhart had been attacked in his office up to the present. Under Obliviate, the light completely drained from Lockhart's eyes, leaving them vacant.
A moment later, Will quickly checked Lockhart's condition. He looked utterly dazed, staring blankly ahead. Will probed him with Legilimency to make sure he had not turned Lockhart into an idiot—though that was unlikely, since he had not wiped any deep-seated memories, only those from that afternoon.
He could not afford to ruin Lockhart just yet—he had not fully mastered the Memory Charm.
Gilderoy Lockhart opened his eyes with a faint wave of dizziness.
He found himself slumped over his large desk, which was draped in a lavish velvet cloth. His cheek rested on several sheets of blank parchment, with a small, rather unsightly patch of drool staining them.
The golden-red light of the setting sun spilled through the window, filling the room. His clothes were perfectly neat; no one would have guessed that he had been abducted that afternoon.
"Oh, Merlin..." he muttered, sitting upright and rubbing his stiff neck. "Did I actually fall asleep? Marking all those assignments must have worn me out. Perhaps I could get Potter to lend a hand. It would be a chance to get closer to him, too."
Frowning, his head swimming, he tried to recall what had happened that afternoon. His memories were somewhat hazy. Apparently, he had felt tired after returning from class and decided to take a short nap... only to sleep until now.
"Good heavens, I really have been slacking. I should have started writing 'My Wonderful Year at Hogwarts.'"
Though Lockhart was an academic fraud, he was quite industrious when it came to building his reputation and publishing books. He stood and stretched his