Lockhart's Miserable Fate

"Principal, I just wanted to play a joke on everyone, to relax and cultivate our minds."

At the dinner, Lockhart sat at the head table and explained loudly.

Although he verbally admitted defeat, he was secretly quite pleased with himself.

Since the last Duelling Club, most students know he's a fraud, and very few are willing to believe him anymore.

For example, the number of greeting cards this time... is a clear indicator: most female students no longer send him greeting cards!

This shouldn't be happening!

Lockhart then came up with this idea, which successfully attracted the attention of most people.

The effect was indeed very good; everyone was still discussing it at the dinner party.

"Was that a joke? Many students were frightened!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed angrily.

The Dark Mark was a terrifying thing in that era!

Professor McGonagall knew a friend who, after shopping, noticed Dark Mark floating in the distance and decided to investigate... only to discover that the mark was above her house!

McGonagall still remembers the other person's expression.

"This is completely different from the Dark Mark; it's just my personal profile picture," Lockhart insisted.

Dumbledore silent, squinting at Lockhart.

"Don't be nervous, I feel great." Snape smiled, which was unusual for him. "Come on, have some whiskey!"

Snape poured Lockhart a glass of wine.

"Ha, how did you know I like Bushmills Whiskey?"

Professor Lockhart sniffed his wine glass and exclaimed excitedly, "Snape, are you a fan of my books too?"

He grabbed Snape's hand.

Snape, fighting back nausea, said, "Of course I am! Come, drink this glass of wine first!"

"Okay, but adding a little red wine would make it taste even better!"

Lockhart poured the red wine in front of him into the whiskey, then drank it all in one gulp.

"Not bad, wow! They even added Elixir to Induce Euphoria," Lockhart commented.

"Principal, you can't let Lockhart get away with this!" Professor McGonagall's voice was shrill.

"It's alright," Dumbledore said softly.

He closed his eyes and began to think about some things.

"Let... let me do what?" Lockhart looked puzzled, turning to stare at McGonagall with a strange expression on his face.

"You must apologize to the entire student body; you frightened them," Professor McGonagall said sternly, her lips pursed.

"Yes, I must apologize." Lockhart suddenly looked sad.

"Professor McGonagall, you're right. I must have scared my sweetheart."

"Hmm?" Professor McGonagall was taken aback. "Sweetie?"

"Yes, my dearest." Lockhart flashed his gleaming teeth again.

"What does the person you love have to do with what we were just talking about?" Professor McGonagall asked impatiently.

"Of course it's related, the person I love is at school." Lockhart looked at the Gryffindor dining table.

"Professor Lockhart, are you dating your student?" Professor McGonagall knocked over the golden cup in front of her.

How dare you?!

"That's not how it is," Lockhart sighed. "You... you don't understand."

"No way, it's Valentine's Day today, I'm going to confess my feelings." Lockhart jumped up.

"Where are you going?" Professor McGonagall also stood up.

Lockhart's gaze remained fixed on Gryffindor, where her students were located.

Lockhart's incompetence was one thing, but she couldn't tolerate this liar making a move on her female students!

"McGonagall, don't stop me!" Lockhart shouted angrily.

"I can't take it anymore, I have to confess! I can't stop thinking about him," Lockhart said hoarsely.

"He...?!"

Professor McGonagall stared in disbelief, glancing instinctively at Lockhart's glass.

All the professors noticed that there was something wrong with Lockhart's glass.

Everyone looked at Snape, but the professor acted as if nothing was wrong.

He laughed and said, "Go quickly, the person you're looking for is at the Gryffindor table."

Look... that shorty next to Ron Weasley, that's him!

"Oh, Severus, you're such a good man." Lockhart patted his pocket, quickly signed his name with a quill pen.

"Here, this is my autograph."

Snape, suppressing his nausea, took it.

"How do I look?" Lockhart adjusted his hair.

"Very... handsome!"

"That's fantastic!" Lockhart exclaimed, heading eagerly toward the Gryffindor dining table.

Lockhart's golden hair shimmered in the candlelight, and he wore his signature smile.

Harry's heart pounded; he sensed Lockhart walking towards him.

That intuition can't be wrong!

Damn it!

Is he replying to his readers again?

"Help me, Ron, don't let Lockhart come over," Harry urged. "I don't want to go with him to write fan replies!"

Harry stood up, ready to run away.

Ron said "Oh," and quickly stepped in to stop him.

"Professor, there are some things I don't understand about the content of your book. I'd like to talk to you privately. How about we go to your office?" Ron said, embarrassed.

But Lockhart kicked Ron away, giving him no chance to use underhanded tactics.

Harry hadn't run two steps when a pair of hands grabbed his clothes.

"Hey, you! Harry Potter!" a particularly gloomy-faced short man shouted, "This is your love letter, you have to hear it!"

It's like when it rains, it pours!

"Not here," Harry pleaded in a low voice. "To my dorm!"

"Stop right there!" the dwarf grunted, and with his extraordinary strength, he dragged Harry back.

This is your Valentine's Day gift with a song:

His eyes were as green as freshly pickled toads, and he was as black and dashing as a blackboard. I wished he were mine; he was truly handsome, Champion who conquered the Dark Lord.

Laughter erupted from the crowd, Harry blushed deeply.

Most importantly, Lockhart arrived.

After serving Lockhart for one night, Harry couldn't lift his right hand for a week and was mentally unstable.

Harry watched Lockhart approach, and he closed his eyes in despair.

Lockhart rushed over and grabbed Harry's messy hair.

"Stay away from him, Potter. Are you trying to steal my man?" Lockhart said angrily.

Harry: "??"

Lockhart punched Harry to the ground, then hugged the little dwarf, gently lifting his chin with a wicked smile.

Dwarf: "??"

The two stared at each other for almost a minute before Lockhart said gently, "Let's go to my office. We'll have a good talk about how I 'defeated' the Troll... You can cooperate and act it out for me!"

"But... Potter's love letters..." The little man was still very dedicated.

"To hell with Potter!" Lockhart pulled out his wand and said to Harry, "Stupefy!"

"Alright, no one's bothering us now."

Lockhart put his arm around the dwarf and walked towards his office.

Only the unconscious Harry and a completely bewildered Ron remained.

"Principal... what... what do we do?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed in panic.

Snape chuckled. "Relax, Professor McGonagall. Obviously, we can't stop Gilderoy from finding love, can we?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes and gave Snape a stern look.

Snape muttered, "We all know he's a fraud. Think of all the wizards he's cast the Memory Charm on."

And the Dark Mark... I'm lucky he's not being sent to Azkaban!

"Go and give Lockhart the antidote," Dumbledore said softly.

"Fine, I'll go!" Snape scoffed.

He added in his mind, "I'll go in a bit."

At the end of the dinner,

All the students crowded into the hallway as they headed towards the common room.

Everyone suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Because a heart-wrenching scream was coming from Lockhart's office!

Ahhhhhh...

It's here!

Everyone started whispering among themselves; the next victim had finally appeared!

Professor Lockhart is utterly ruthless.

How pitiful.

murderer?

It must be the "Bo and Wei duo"... Everyone saw Lockhart beat them up during the dinner!

That's a perfectly valid reason.

(Thanks to "Deep Sea Turtle" for the generous donation.)