radicalducati Chapter 266 Lockhart's Fear
Chapter 266 Lockhart's Fear
Chapter 266 Lockhart's Fear
"You can't pin a crime on me for things I didn't do... things I didn't intentionally want to do!"
Rita worried that she wouldn't be able to argue with Ryan, so she added "subjective will" to the argument. Objectively speaking, her actions would indeed cause unfair treatment of Beauxbatons students and create friction between the French and British magical communities.
Claire waved the parchment in her hand: "Is what's recorded on this parchment what Fleur said, or is it something Fleur intended to say? If you did it, you have to admit it."
Rita was speechless, not because she could no longer resort to sophistry and quibbling, but because Ryan had given her a final warning with this parchment.
Ryan then looked at Lockhart: "Professor Lockhart, don't you think this makes sense?"
You have to take responsibility for what you've done... It's a very simple principle, but the simpler the principle, the more people are unwilling to accept it, and Lockhart is one of them.
His reason told him that he had been exposed, and the recent behavior of all the truly talented professors had already proven everything.
However, he was unwilling to accept this reality, so he kept telling himself: Stay calm, stay calm. This is just normal communication. His flawless technique cannot be seen through, and the ancient forgetting spell he obtained through a fortuitous encounter cannot be broken. Ryan cannot have evidence, nor can he arrest him!
"That's right, that's right. Unless there are special circumstances, we still have to admit what we've done." He lowered his voice, as if afraid that raising his voice a few degrees would disturb something.
He knew better than anyone that making too much noise would disturb his conscience.
"Yes," Ryan agreed. "I think Professor Lockhart, like me, is a well-known figure in the magical world and receives letters from different people every day. I have to admit that I have to spend a lot of time that I didn't have to spend in the first place just to deal with these letters."
However, not all of these letters were devoid of interesting anecdotes. For example, I once received a letter in which the sender recounted a story. The story was about a remote village that had once been plagued by werewolves. Suddenly, one day, the werewolves disappeared, and after a long, long time, the village's most respected elder suddenly lost his memory, becoming what the sender described as Alzheimer's.
Lockhart made a sound from his throat, which did not sound like any language, but it could be traced back to the beginning of time, to the time when language had not yet been formed, writing was still a distant dream, and the weak and insignificant humans living in caves and forest villages were crying out in the face of disaster.
"Professor Lockhart, isn't that strange?"
Ryan laughed, then froze Rita, who was about to speak, with a stun spell, and the world was at peace.
He pulled Lockhart aside, saying, "Speaking of which, Professor Lockhart is also a Ravenclaw graduate. In private, I should call you 'senior.' Ravenclaw is truly full of talent. First, there was Quirrell, who became a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but due to health reasons, he resigned and chose to go to the Magician's School to share his knowledge with more Magician wizards. Now, we have Senior Lockhart, who gave up a whole year of 'research' time, humbling himself to return to Hogwarts and share his 'research' experience with everyone. That's truly commendable."
Lockhart could barely stand. He had come here to take up his post, and even though he didn't have a deep understanding of the so-called curse or take teaching seriously, he still knew something about what his predecessor had encountered.
As far as he knew, Hogwarts publicly stated that Quirinus Quirrell had accidentally run into Voldemort during the battle to capture him. Although Quirrell fought valiantly and caused Voldemort considerable trouble, he was ultimately defeated, left critically injured, and lost his magical abilities. This was the reason Quirrell later went to the Dorgrist School of Wizardry.
Now he had to think deeply—if even a legitimate professor with powerful magical skills suffered such a fate, what kind of fate would someone like himself encounter?
Was the headmaster and deans of Hogwarts just waiting for misfortune to befall him, forcing him to choose between the truth and survival?
"By the way, Harry wants to do something now and needs some publicity. I've been thinking about it, and I've realized that among the people I know, only you, Lockhart, have the writing skills to create such a compelling character. After all, not everyone can write nine books in their thirties, and each one is a bestseller in the wizarding world, right?"
"Yes, yes. Ah, no, no." Lohart nodded and then shook his head: "I will definitely help Harry Potter."
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Ryan used a levitation spell to spit at the unconscious Rita and Aslot: "Fleur, bring everyone with you to the interview."
While greeting everyone, Furong asked, "You've knocked out all the reporters, where are we going now?"
"Go to the Daily Prophet headquarters in Diagon Alley and find Editor-in-Chief Barnabas Goughfe. I want him to conduct an interview himself. I want to see if the Daily Prophet has no honest, rigorous reporters who don't distort the facts."
As expected of you... Hibiscus, her eyes glistening with tears, followed Ryan.
The students of Beauxbatons followed behind the two in neat formation, dozens of them, their momentum overwhelming.
For the first time in their lives, Beauxbatons and his gang were excited to go and cause trouble at someone's place.
"Is this some kind of challenge?"
"To challenge someone's school is an offensive term! This is Professor Lane leading us to fight for the respect we deserve!"
"It could also be called teaching the Daily Prophet a lesson, showing them how to be a normal, reasonable, and trustworthy newspaper."
"Well said! Well said!"
Diagon Alley.
Even though it was only recently that Gringotts was attacked and the goblins were brutally murdered, the place has already regained its former vitality.
This was thanks to the pilgrims inspired by Ryan's rescue of the Squib in Knockturn Alley. They scattered in twos and threes along the long street, proclaiming to everyone they met that Ryan's actions were so great and that he was destined to be the future master of the wizarding world.
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Ryan and his party received the same treatment. Two simply dressed men blocked their way: "Respected gentlemen and ladies, we apologize for disturbing you, but we hope to have a moment to tell you about Mr. Ryan's kindness and achievements."
The left sentence reads: "His mercy pardoned the Squib's various sins, allowing the light of magic to shine across the wasteland."
The right sentence says: "He always does the work of justice, so that the lives of all beings may be preserved in death."
They were just short of saying "Hallelujah".
Ryan fled in disarray.
He stopped only after passing the original site of Gringotts, with Fleur and the others following behind him.
Furong was running while trying to suppress her laughter, and it was very difficult for her. After she stopped, she began to breathe slightly heavily.
She leaned against Ryan and poked him with her finger: "Your Excellency, the new Holy Son of the wizarding world, you have taken on a physical body and are walking among mortals. Is there some great undertaking or indispensable achievement you are destined to accomplish?"