Shawn was rather speechless. His expression shifted slightly as he quickly considered "Lockhart's" intentions.
Another person looking into my mother's whereabouts? And they even know her name. What terrifying influence and intelligence-gathering capabilities.
Could this "Lockhart" be one of Dumbledore's people? Doesn't seem like it.
Someone from the Pure-blood Association? That doesn't seem right either.
Shawn's head was about to explode.
This had gone beyond cryptic riddles. There was no way to trade veiled remarks on equal footing.
The other party knew his background, while he knew nothing about them beyond the fact that they were an impostor.
It had been a long time since Shawn had felt so thoroughly outmatched.
He had no intention of being led around by the nose any longer, so he decided to stop pretending and overturn the table.
Wasn't this exactly why he had sought strength and influence?
He drew his wand, rose to his feet, and addressed "Lockhart" coldly.
"Professor, out with it. Who are you? Why are you looking into my mother?"
Unperturbed, "Lockhart" took a leisurely sip of tea before speaking in a faintly instructive tone.
"Since you know Chinese, you must have heard the saying: remain unflinching even when Mount Tai collapses before you. That is an essential quality in a leader. You still lack a little composure."
Shawn nearly laughed in anger, but he did not attack.
"Lockhart" might have appeared completely undefended, but faint glimmers of light had been flickering over his body all along.
Shawn remained on guard, though his expression eased somewhat.
"Professor, tell me. You took Lockhart's place to enter the school because of me, didn't you?"
"Lockhart" gave Shawn a meaningful smile. Then a click came from the bedroom.
The door opened, and an elderly woman walked gracefully out.
She had a cold, striking