"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is a celebrity. It's difficult to be a celebrity in the wizarding world."

Elena shrugged, showing just the right amount of dissatisfaction, imitating Lockhart's tone of voice.

"If everyone knew that he was married, started a business, and even had children, then his books would not be able to sell so well. Huh, I hate what he said the most - promises that can never be fulfilled.

It’s been like this for so many years…”

"Xier, after all, there is nothing we can do about this. After all..." Arkhipovna touched Elena's long hair.

"I know, I know - girl idol, single image - I'm not a three-year-old kid anymore! It's okay now, he's gone!"

Elena shook her head impatiently, screamed, and turned her head to look at the old Armenian wizard.

"The big liar said that he wanted to atone for his sins. He wanted to double the honor and profits from the book "Wandering with the Werewolves" to you. He said that after he completed his atonement, he would go home to be with us - but he did not go home today.

The magic clock at home also said that his life is in danger. Can you tell us what happened? Please. Even if we cannot save him with our strength, at least let us know what happened..."

Elena's voice went from rapid and high-pitched to low, and finally turned into a distressing murmur.

"Yeah, if you can't survive even if you join forces with that big liar, then you can't save him even if you go now..."

In Gilderoy Lockhart's personal confession, his views on various "victims" are recorded in detail.

Regarding the description of the real prototype of "Wandering with Werewolves", in addition to being "ugly, old, and tasteless in clothes", there is also a particularly important note: he eats soft things rather than hard things, is extremely stubborn, and has a certain tendency to violence.

The lonely old wizard.

Aghasheyan stared at Elena and Arkhipovna in silence, hesitating to speak.

Elena looked at him, her lake-blue eyes filled with straightforwardness and determination.

"Oh, okay." Old Hash said helplessly.

He sighed heavily and threw the wand aside.

The old man's menacing appearance quickly dissipated like a deflated balloon. He fell back into his armchair, picked up the already cold teacup and took a sip. He sighed again and looked at

The door not far away said.

"Yes, the stories in "Wandering with Werewolves" are my real experiences, and that bastard stole it from me years ago—"

"I have to admit, that bastard's forgetting spell is really powerful - if he hadn't taken the initiative to return his memory, I might not be able to recall what happened before until I entered the grave. To be honest, I almost couldn't help but directly

Kill him, but..."

The old wizard shook his head, "It would be a pity if a brave bastard like Gilderoy Lockhart died like this, so after he published an explanation in the newspaper, I chanted a few curses on him,

I forgave him - of course, he seemed to think I was going to kill him."

"Heh," the old wizard grinned and sneered, a complicated expression flashed across his ugly old wrinkled face, "If he had been smart enough to mention you two at that time, maybe he wouldn't even have to suffer the physical pain.

I don’t know whether he is really stupid or just lost his mind.”

Well... maybe it's just because he's a coward.

Arkhipovna cursed quietly, frowned and looked at the old wizard.

"So, what happened next? What happened to the werewolves? It sounds like he should have gone home a long time ago."

"A werewolf can read a newspaper, kid."

Aghaxiyan's expression darkened and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You know, the werewolves have been looking for Gilderoy Lockhart...or rather me, for a long time -"

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Chapter completed!