MTL - The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts-Chapter 2 Gilderoy Lockhart

Gilderoy Lockhart stood outside the wooden door with a suitcase.

He has the signature charming smile on his face that will be shown to the media anytime, anywhere.

Before he came, Lockhart confirmed that the owner of the wooden house was a wizard.

A mighty wizard!

Lockhart remembered the magical beam of light he saw. It was not the magic power possessed by ordinary wizards.

So Lockhart took a friendly attitude.

He thought that no wizard could refuse his smile, including the owner of this wooden house.

Of course, it would have been better if it was the hostess, it was getting late and Lockhart didn't mind what happened with a charming witch.

The whistling cold wind interrupted Lockhart's fantasy, and despite the warmth of his wizard robes, it still made him feel a little embarrassed.

The door didn't open.

Lockhart was turned away!

"Hello? I'm..." Lockhart repeated what he said before and knocked on the door as if to remind him, "Is there anyone at home?"

Another long time passed, and there was no movement in the room.

Until the smile on Lockhart's face couldn't be maintained, the door opened with a "squeak".

Lockhart hurriedly squeezed out a smile, but it quickly turned into consternation: "Are you? A child?"

Lockhart looked at Moriarty who opened the door for him in surprise.

Moriarty was draped in a thick woolen blanket and leaned on a staff.

As soon as his eyes touched the staff, Lockhart couldn't turn his eyes away. This was definitely the most special and honorable staff he had ever seen!

Moriarty witnessed the complete change in Lockhart's expression, which must be said to be hilarious.

Look at Lockhart's golden and red wizard's robe again, which makes Lockhart look like a big **** and come alive.

Moriarty said enthusiastically: "Everything is as you have seen, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart! Welcome to my home."

"Your home? You?"

Lockhart was surprised, so he also unleashed the previous magic?

But Lockhart didn't ask lightly. Instead, he said, "You mean, you live here alone?"

Of course not, but how could Moriarty admit it.

He took a few steps to the door, opening a path for Lockhart to enter the house.

"Didn't you find out, I'm an Englishman just like you!"

"I've been living in this cabin, I call it 'Igloo'!"

Of course it was Moriarty's blind name to confuse Lockhart further.

"Come in and visit, Mr. Lockhart, I bet you'll like it here!"

"Ah, ah! Yes, thank you."

Only then did Lockhart realize that Moriarty had gray hair and spoke fluent English.

To hide his embarrassment, he smiled and walked into the house.

Seeing Lockhart entering the room, Moriarty's eyes were full of brilliance.

He was thinking of Gilderoy Lockhart when the Lord suddenly appeared in front of him.

Oh, Merlin's beard.

Praise Slytherin!

Moriarty also had a smile on his face, walked into the house, and closed the wooden door.

Hearing the door closing, Lockhart felt a little uncomfortable. For some reason, he thought of some bad things.

In order to find out more about Moriarty, Lockhart pretended to be familiar.

"It was the first time I came to Eastern Tibet. It was really cold. Have you always lived here?"

"Yes, except for the cold weather, everything is fine here, such as avoiding disasters."

Moriarty meant something, and deliberately took Lockhart away.

Sure enough, when it came to disaster, Lockhart thought of Voldemort, and his body shook violently.

Then he squeezed out a smile: "That's right, that's right. European wizards rarely set foot in China, not to mention this is Eastern Tibet."

"Then why did Mr. Lockhart come to Tibet?"

"Speaking of this, I have to mention the novels I once wrote."

Lockhart took out a stack of newspapers from his suitcase.

"Look at what the Daily Prophet has to say about me! Here's my story. Oh, my boy, you know the Daily Prophet, don't you?"

Moriarty waved his staff, and a Daily Prophet automatically flew in front of him.

"Excellent levitation!" Lockhart exclaimed, and now he was a little curious about Moriarty's identity.

Moriarty pretended to look at the Daily Prophet, even though he knew Lockhart well, he still pretended to be confused.

"I'm so sorry, I don't understand what's said on it."

"Well then," Lockhart explained, putting away all the papers regretfully, "as I said before, I'm a writer and, of course, a wizard—we are all.

I came to East Tibet for the snowmen here! You know, every year I travel all over the world to get up close and personal with dangerous magical beasts, which I call a great adventure..."

Lockhart put on his signature smile again, and talked to Moriarty as if he was treating fans.

Moriarty put on a look of interest, echoing from time to time, but he knew it in his heart, and it really was because of the Eastern Tibetan Snowman Lockhart.

The heroic deeds Lockhart wrote were all other people's stories.

It's just that Lockhart used the oblivion spell on those people, and the experience of others became his unique adventure.

From the book "A Year with the Snowman in Eastern Tibet", it can be inferred that Lockhart may have been to Eastern Tibet or had contact with the wizards of Eastern Tibet.

Since Lockhart is here, it means that he is preparing to write that novel.

After writing a novel, Lockhart will definitely promote and sell it in the wizarding world.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to enter the British wizarding world.

Moriarty outlined a complete plan in his mind, and he began to persuade him: "Mr. Lockhart, after listening to your story, I am amazed by your adventurous spirit and great strength.

You just mentioned the Eastern Tibetan Snowman? I just happen to know this amazing animal very well!

I thought I could offer you some help, I mean, can I go on an adventure with you? "

Moriarty was excited and enthusiastic, like a little wizard eager for adventure.

Lockhart had obviously seen too many little wizards like this. He habitually treated Moriarty as a real child and let go of his previous vigilance.

"Of course my child," Lockhart said with a big smile. "If you can help, I'll put you in the book! Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"Just call me Moriarty. Can Mr. Lockhart listen to me now? After all, the Eastern Tibetan Yeti is not easy to deal with. We need to make a detailed plan."

"Okay vigilant boy," Lockhart took out a set of coffee cups from the suitcase, "every time I gather materials, I will prepare myself some coffee to refresh myself."

"Isn't it a writer's habit? Haha," Lockhart told Moriarty with a little joke of his own: "New in Diagon Alley! Would you like some?"

Moriarty glanced at the suitcase, and it was obvious that the Unmarked Stretch Charm had been applied. God knows what was added to his coffee, and Moriarty didn't like Lockhart's taste.

After shaking his head in decency, Moriarty waved his staff and drew a light and shadow model of the Eastern Tibetan Snowman from his memory.

This move made Lockhart say with some envy, "A terrible talent, child."

Then he looked at the snowman model, which was two or three meters tall, and frowned, "It looks like a miniature version of the monster."

"Snowmen do have a few things in common with trolls, their thick white skin makes them very resistant to magic, they're incredibly fast, have incredible powers, and two of the most important things: they can sometimes cast ice magic, and they are social."

Moriarty has lived incognito in the East for ten years and has mastered a lot of knowledge about snowmen.

Even if Lockhart doesn't come, Moriarty will find revenge on the snowman sooner or later.

After listening to Moriarty's introduction, Lockhart felt that the coffee was not so fragrant, and he held his cheeks and said, "Mr. Moriarty, you have to understand that no one can start an adventure at any time, er, I mean ——Snowman, is he easy to get along with?"

Lockhart is very aware of his own strength, and he does not dare to fight the snowman.

Maybe after angering the yeti, you can try to give him an oblivion spell to forget yourself?

Lockhart smiled self-deprecatingly~www.novelbuddy.com~ thinking about how to end the trip decently.

His purpose in coming to East Tibet is very simple, just to find the East Tibet Snowman. If he can find it, it is best to find out what happened to the snowman, which will undoubtedly add a lot to his adventures. If he can't find it, he will treat it as one. Field trip.

Just seeing Moriarty staring at him with strange eyes, Lockhart blushed a little.

Before, he blew himself up to the sky, but now he backs down.

I just heard Moriarty say softly: "Get along? Snowmen never communicate with humans, but they have a weakness, and that is music!"

This is undoubtedly Moriarty's nonsense again, and he has to find a way to stabilize Lockhart.

Lockhart took the bait. He sensed the turning point, his eyes widened, and he asked, "You mean, did the concert affect or trouble the snowman?"

"Oh, Mr. Lockhart, you are very clever!" Moriarty exclaimed: "The beautiful music puts the snowman into a deep sleep. You know that music is rare on the plateau, so the weakness is only for the people who live here. Only wizards know."

Lockhart was excited: "Great! Thank you Merlin! I just came out with a violin this time!"

Moriarty saw Lockhart take out the brown violin from the box, and the whole figure seemed to be set on fire.

He was equally excited: "I am amazed by your foresight, Mr. Lockhart! If possible, we'd better start now! There will be a little snowman in the evening, which is undoubtedly the best hunting target!"

"Let's go," Lockhart drank his coffee, "I've already thought about the title of the book, so let's play the violin with the Eastern Tibetan Snowman!"

The two walked out the door, Moriarty led the way according to memory.