"Yetis don't grow out of the snow every winter! You shameless braggart, I'll-ah! That's-fire! There's fire here! Horrible fire!" This was the yeti Lockhart who had driven away troll Lockhart-his identity was the most obvious, with his wildly growing shaggy hair and apelike face.
Yet barely had he emerged before the candles burning on the basement stage frightened him into shrinking back again-that cowardly expression did no justice at all to a face whose very bones looked vicious.
"...?" Brian had not expected creatures like yetis to fear fire to this extent. If this yeti Lockhart went to the Great Hall at Hogwarts, wouldn't he simply faint from fright?
Just then, a wart-faced Lockhart seized the opportunity. Like the female ghost earlier, this Lockhart was a female version of Lockhart, but her voice was much rougher and uglier:
"Ahahaha, coward! So this is a yeti? How ridiculous-my nose is practically falling off from laughing! It's hard to imagine,
"how could anyone at the Ministry of Magic ever have proposed classifying such crude, primitive creatures as yetis as people? It's utterly absurd!"
Wart-faced Lockhart narrowed her eyes, which glittered with a vicious, cold light, and sneered,
"Hmph-the people at the Ministry of Magic are all idiots, too! Since they've already reached an agreement with us hags, they should stop doing stupid things that damage our reputation as humans! You should know that we're nothing like those animals that eat raw flesh and drink blood, doing nothing but eating and sleeping all day! Nor are we like those animals wearing human skins. Eating raw liver is our hobby, not a necessity for survival!
"That's right, I mean those werewolves-how can those creatures be classified as human? They're animals that lose their reason every full moon-if you ask me, that human skin and