ALL NOVEL Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts
Chapter 153 You Are a Kind Person
Chapter 153 You Are a Kind Person
"You are a kind man, Mr. Anderson. To tell you the truth, I need a sum of money, a large sum of money, fifteen hundred galleons, to pay off a... debt. I can assure you that I will pay you back." .You know, I'm a 1500rd Class Order of Merlin and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League."
Gilderoy Lockhart said very sincerely.
"And the "Wizard Weekly" award for the most charming smile?"
Snape broke into the conversation suddenly, and his speech made Lockhart's face turn ugly like an eggplant, "And won the "Wizard Weekly" most charming smile award, five times."
Lockhart said sarcastically.
His performance reminded William of a distant relative in his previous life—every time he asked his family for money, he showed a very sincere look, but within a few days after getting the money, he would count them all Splurge clean, whether it's gambling or shopping.
"If it is borrowed, the money will not be recovered."
William can be sure of this.
But what he didn't know was why Gilderoy Lockhart needed such a huge sum of money, and he always showed that his life was actually tight.
"I want to know, Mr. Lockhart, why do you need this money? This is not a small amount of money, you know, it is purely for risk control considerations."
William asked cautiously.
His words made Snape frown.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The house-elf entered the cubicle with a bottle of sherry, poured two glasses, and placed them on the table.
There was no compartment for the nymph's secret at the beginning, but one night last month, out of respect for a senior official of the Ministry of Magic as a "woman with the same status as his wife", William temporarily compartmentalized it. Private room, and secretly stuffed two bugs that the architect Mr. Anderson got for him.
The wizards only cared about the magic spell of monitoring and monitoring, but they didn't realize that the humble cabinet in the corner of the room was actually a hole in the sky.
"Mr. Anderson, if I told you why, you'd lend me the money, wouldn't you?"
Lockhart held his wine glass tightly, looking eagerly at William's face.
"I'm not sure, but the choice is always yours, my friend."
William did not relax his position.
He's not a bad guy.
"But this... Well, if this thing doesn't work anyway, it doesn't make any difference whether you know it or not. But you must keep it a secret from me, otherwise they will do what you can't imagine, what those people will do things."
Lockhart picked up his glass and drank it down, some of the amber liquid trickling down his mouth.
"You know, I've gained some fame among wizards by writing books."
He said dryly, but when he mentioned fame, his brows and eyes still couldn't help but upturned.
"Of course I know that."
William nodded.
Gilderoy Lockhart's books are not only bestsellers in the UK, but also exported to France and North America. Almost every housewife and witch's bookshelf must have a gold-edged edition of Gilderoy Lockhart's book. Lockhart's How to Get Rid of Household Pests".
"But in fact, the stories in those books are not what I have experienced."
Lockhart let out a long breath.
Telling this secret made him feel an inexplicable sense of relief.
"Of course, they are all true, but I am not a wizard who has experienced those things first-hand. Readers will not care how an old wizard in America helped a village drive out a werewolf that plagued them, and the one who drove out the Banshee The witch, Gina Dalores, is a slob! Just imagine a picture of a sloppy witch on the cover of a book!"
Like pouring beans in a series, he shook out all his shady secrets.
"So you take away their experience and maybe 'kindly' make them forget about it?"
Snape said in his vehemently sarcastic tone that in playing the role of such a villain, he was almost worthy of an Academy Award just for being himself.
"Oh yes."
Lockhart drank another glass of wine.
His cheeks started to turn red.
This shouldn't be a problem at all, Lockhart made sure that no accidents would happen - most of the unlucky ones whose memories he took away lived a very lonely life, even if they died at home, It also takes a long time to be discovered.
His secret was originally very safe, and only he himself and the publishing house that cooperated with him knew it.The publishing house invested a lot of money in establishing Lockhart's radiant image, and traveled up and down the Ministry of Magic to open up relationships. They even helped to contact the Medal of the Merlin Knights, so naturally they would not be so stupid as to take the initiative To expose Lockhart.
But the secret was out.
"I'm sure the old hag had forgotten all about it by then, and there's no way anyone would have known!"
Gilderoy Lockhart ordered another sherry, but this time he didn't drink it down, but held the glass in his hand and played with it.
But what he didn't expect was that the old witch, whose memory was washed away by Lockhart's forgetting spell, just became the best target for a wizard family to explore and improve the memory spell—even though their original purpose was actually To improve the Imperius Curse.
After William used the pseudonym "Heisenberg" to call on wizards to start improving their magic, such behaviors were actually not uncommon, and when they successfully restored part of the witch's memory and saw Lockhart shouting the Forgetting Curse, The big fish has already entered the net.
Instead of informing the Ministry immediately, the family wrote Lockhart a letter asking for "a certain amount of good faith".
At first, it was just a little gold Galleon as a probe, but he blackmailed more and more until now.
"That... bandit! He threatened me, either hand in the 1500 Galleons, or sign a 50-year magic contract with him, and serve them like a house elf!"
Gilderoy Lockhart raised his neck and drank the Shirley in the glass.
"Humph!"
Snape snorted disdainfully.
"But Mr. Lockhart, why did you choose to find me? I'm just an outsider, aren't I?"
William brought the conversation back to the point.
"Because Malfoy said that no family in England will provide me with any help. I have no choice. Please do me a favor——I will definitely return the money to you. My new book is very Coming soon."
Lockhart, whose mind was overwhelmed by alcohol, spoke incoherently.
He didn't even notice that he had given out the name "Malfoy".
(End of this chapter)
"You are a kind man, Mr. Anderson. To tell you the truth, I need a sum of money, a large sum of money, fifteen hundred galleons, to pay off a... debt. I can assure you that I will pay you back." .You know, I'm a 1500rd Class Order of Merlin and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League."
Gilderoy Lockhart said very sincerely.
"And the "Wizard Weekly" award for the most charming smile?"
Snape broke into the conversation suddenly, and his speech made Lockhart's face turn ugly like an eggplant, "And won the "Wizard Weekly" most charming smile award, five times."
Lockhart said sarcastically.
His performance reminded William of a distant relative in his previous life—every time he asked his family for money, he showed a very sincere look, but within a few days after getting the money, he would count them all Splurge clean, whether it's gambling or shopping.
"If it is borrowed, the money will not be recovered."
William can be sure of this.
But what he didn't know was why Gilderoy Lockhart needed such a huge sum of money, and he always showed that his life was actually tight.
"I want to know, Mr. Lockhart, why do you need this money? This is not a small amount of money, you know, it is purely for risk control considerations."
William asked cautiously.
His words made Snape frown.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The house-elf entered the cubicle with a bottle of sherry, poured two glasses, and placed them on the table.
There was no compartment for the nymph's secret at the beginning, but one night last month, out of respect for a senior official of the Ministry of Magic as a "woman with the same status as his wife", William temporarily compartmentalized it. Private room, and secretly stuffed two bugs that the architect Mr. Anderson got for him.
The wizards only cared about the magic spell of monitoring and monitoring, but they didn't realize that the humble cabinet in the corner of the room was actually a hole in the sky.
"Mr. Anderson, if I told you why, you'd lend me the money, wouldn't you?"
Lockhart held his wine glass tightly, looking eagerly at William's face.
"I'm not sure, but the choice is always yours, my friend."
William did not relax his position.
He's not a bad guy.
"But this... Well, if this thing doesn't work anyway, it doesn't make any difference whether you know it or not. But you must keep it a secret from me, otherwise they will do what you can't imagine, what those people will do things."
Lockhart picked up his glass and drank it down, some of the amber liquid trickling down his mouth.
"You know, I've gained some fame among wizards by writing books."
He said dryly, but when he mentioned fame, his brows and eyes still couldn't help but upturned.
"Of course I know that."
William nodded.
Gilderoy Lockhart's books are not only bestsellers in the UK, but also exported to France and North America. Almost every housewife and witch's bookshelf must have a gold-edged edition of Gilderoy Lockhart's book. Lockhart's How to Get Rid of Household Pests".
"But in fact, the stories in those books are not what I have experienced."
Lockhart let out a long breath.
Telling this secret made him feel an inexplicable sense of relief.
"Of course, they are all true, but I am not a wizard who has experienced those things first-hand. Readers will not care how an old wizard in America helped a village drive out a werewolf that plagued them, and the one who drove out the Banshee The witch, Gina Dalores, is a slob! Just imagine a picture of a sloppy witch on the cover of a book!"
Like pouring beans in a series, he shook out all his shady secrets.
"So you take away their experience and maybe 'kindly' make them forget about it?"
Snape said in his vehemently sarcastic tone that in playing the role of such a villain, he was almost worthy of an Academy Award just for being himself.
"Oh yes."
Lockhart drank another glass of wine.
His cheeks started to turn red.
This shouldn't be a problem at all, Lockhart made sure that no accidents would happen - most of the unlucky ones whose memories he took away lived a very lonely life, even if they died at home, It also takes a long time to be discovered.
His secret was originally very safe, and only he himself and the publishing house that cooperated with him knew it.The publishing house invested a lot of money in establishing Lockhart's radiant image, and traveled up and down the Ministry of Magic to open up relationships. They even helped to contact the Medal of the Merlin Knights, so naturally they would not be so stupid as to take the initiative To expose Lockhart.
But the secret was out.
"I'm sure the old hag had forgotten all about it by then, and there's no way anyone would have known!"
Gilderoy Lockhart ordered another sherry, but this time he didn't drink it down, but held the glass in his hand and played with it.
But what he didn't expect was that the old witch, whose memory was washed away by Lockhart's forgetting spell, just became the best target for a wizard family to explore and improve the memory spell—even though their original purpose was actually To improve the Imperius Curse.
After William used the pseudonym "Heisenberg" to call on wizards to start improving their magic, such behaviors were actually not uncommon, and when they successfully restored part of the witch's memory and saw Lockhart shouting the Forgetting Curse, The big fish has already entered the net.
Instead of informing the Ministry immediately, the family wrote Lockhart a letter asking for "a certain amount of good faith".
At first, it was just a little gold Galleon as a probe, but he blackmailed more and more until now.
"That... bandit! He threatened me, either hand in the 1500 Galleons, or sign a 50-year magic contract with him, and serve them like a house elf!"
Gilderoy Lockhart raised his neck and drank the Shirley in the glass.
"Humph!"
Snape snorted disdainfully.
"But Mr. Lockhart, why did you choose to find me? I'm just an outsider, aren't I?"
William brought the conversation back to the point.
"Because Malfoy said that no family in England will provide me with any help. I have no choice. Please do me a favor——I will definitely return the money to you. My new book is very Coming soon."
Lockhart, whose mind was overwhelmed by alcohol, spoke incoherently.
He didn't even notice that he had given out the name "Malfoy".
(End of this chapter)
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