Dear Mom, Greetings.
"I'm Sains. I lost my job, not fired, but the souvenir shop went out of business. But don't worry about me, I wandered Diagon Alley for a few days, and the kind Mr. Lorne and Mr. Quirrell took me in. Now I have a much more respectable job."
"If you read the newspaper, you'll know about Magic Mobile Phone. I work at a Magic Mobile Phone store now. I don't do cleaning; I have my own office and I operate things using Magic Mobile Phone. The store has dormitories, and the food is delicious. You can come to Diagon Alley sometime."
"I now earn more than a dozen Galleon a month, which is more than some Ministry of Magic officials earn. I am incredibly grateful that when I first met my boss, he shouted ' Quiet! ' and I thought he was calling me."
"My current nickname is ' Quiet.' Please don't tell anyone else about this. This name may have offended quite a few people, so please keep it a secret."
"I'll come back to see you for Christmas. The store manager said we have employee Fawley, and I'm hoping to get a Magic Mobile Phone so I can talk to you anytime."
Sains stuffed the letter into the owl's pouch, stretched, and opened the Magic Mobile Phone again. Firenze had brought more than one new character; he still needed to test and input the stats of the other characters.
Taking a quick look at the leaderboard, Sains discovered he had fallen to second place again. Just as he was about to pick out a few more cards from the remaining pile and enter the redemption codes, he suddenly remembered what Boss Lorne had taught him. "When you're a shill, you need to know when to advance and when to retreat."
It's time to retire gracefully; being number one is a disgrace to a qualified shill.
Inside Hogwarts, Lockhart greeted people along the way.
"Oh, classmate, you look very strong, like one of those Werewolf I once encountered. After I knocked it to the ground with one punch, my arm started shaking."
"Your pet looks listless... He's just sleepy? No, no, no, please don't doubt it. Look, the Founders of the Magic Mobile Phone Shop, Director Miles Lorne Miles, is inviting me to his office for a chat."
The students who were approached looked embarrassed; they weren't too keen on appearing on camera with Lockhart.
A week is enough time for the news that " Lockhart is all show and no substance" to spread throughout Hogwarts. Except for a few students who still firmly believe in him, everyone else avoids this honorary author like the plague.
Lockhart walked around the hall from left to right and then back again, making sure every student saw his classic knight's uniform before slowly making his way to the second floor of the castle's main tower.
He knocked on the door of the General Affairs Office, then pushed it open and stuck his head inside.
" Director Lorne, no wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when I saw you. It turns out you also have expertise in classical Western architecture," Lockhart said, plopping down in a chair in front of Lorne's desk and picking up a silver cup from the Lorne to examine it. "When I traveled to Egypt before, their king gave me a nice cup, very similar to yours."
Lorne had looked up when he knocked on the door. Watching Lockhart casually comment on his office, he couldn't help but say, "But this is something I bought from Muggle World carpet shop; it's less than two Knut."
Lockhart ignored him, continuing, "I've heard that your Magic Mobile Phone contains some mysterious alchemy. I happen to be quite proficient in alchemy myself, so why don't I give you some pointers..."
" Professor Lockhart," Lorne couldn't help but interrupt, "We can talk about these things later; now we need to get down to business."
After finishing speaking, Lorne immediately pulled out his summary of Lockhart's crimes, fearing that Lockhart would take advantage of his moment to catch his breath and continue his ramblings.
"Last week, many students filed complaints against you, including allegations of student injuries during classroom demonstrations, multiple teaching accidents leading to class interruptions, and slow progress on the textbook. You currently have the most complaints against you at Hogwarts."
Lorne thought for a moment and added, "Historically too."
"So what?" Lockhart said nonchalantly. " Director Lorne, you're a smart man. Do you really expect a bunch of students to understand me, Order of Merlin, Third Class, a senior professor who has won the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times?"
Lorne knew what Lockhart valued most, and he looked Lockhart straight in the eye. "Perhaps I could rank the most unpopular teachers at Hogwarts in an episode of ' The Quibbler,' and you'd definitely be at the top of the list."
You can't!
Lockhart became agitated. Looking at Lorne's calm demeanor, his eyes suddenly hardened, as if he had made a decision.
"You forced me to do this," he said harshly.
Lorne knew that Lockhart was about to unleash a powerful attack.
His specialty is Memory Modification.
Lorne didn't care at all, and even lowered his head to take a sip of tea. He put Lockhart's summary report aside, intending to use it when reporting to Dumbledore.
" Obliviate!"
A flash of green light appeared, Lockhart couldn't wait to see Lorne's dazed eyes and limp body, but Lorne, with his head down, didn't react at all. He just sat upright in his chair, smiling as he watched him.
Oh no, this is a trap!
In Lockhart's mind, Lorne's memory chain appeared before him, and Lockhart, who was already worried, was now even more certain that Lorne had a backup plan.
Because Lorne's memory chain is broken.
He had never encountered such a situation before, not even with the experienced wizards whose memories he had stolen.
It looked like one memory had been grafted onto another, a situation that was enough to surprise Lockhart.
What should I do? Run away? Then his scheme will be exposed, and I'll face imprisonment. Besides, once the curse is cast, it's not so easy to stop.
We have no choice but to take a gamble.
Lockhart rushed into Lorne's memory chain, feeling as if he were in a damp, sticky environment, but the Lorne in his memory was sitting on the ground, completely unconcerned.
"Perhaps someone will see this part of my memory."
Lockhart was incredulous; even he didn't know which memory he would see first, so how could Lorne have predicted which period of time he would be exploring?
In fact, when Lorne obtained the Memory Modification Charm from the system, he edited this memory for himself. Whenever someone wanted to use the Obliviate or Legilimency on him, they would see this scene first.
In his memory, he was a weak wizard with exceptional Divination talent but no ability to control it. Through countless passive Divination, he dreamed of the location of an Ancient Magic ruin and obtained the core Magic Power Matrix in the Magic Mobile Phone.
However, he was also cursed by Ancient Magic, unable to gain knowledge, witness prosperity, or even Divination abilities, and could only serve as a General Affairs Office director who occasionally had epiphanies about Ancient Magic.
The above was actually intended for use in dealing with future investigations by the Ministry of Magic.
The real story about Lockhart is that before he came into contact with Ancient Magic, he was a huge fan Divination Lockhart, but he was passively told that Lockhart was a fraud who only stole other people's energy. He wrote a letter of complaint to the Ministry of Magic for this reason, but he never sent it.
Lorne stared at Lockhart with great interest, anticipating the expression on his face when he emerged from his memories.