Lockhart's body was not strong to begin with, and after enduring a long period of torture, he became even more weak.

Pushed by the strange force of the werewolf witch, he was thrown out of the forest cabin without any resistance. After staggering for several steps, he fell at the foot of the steps.

He looked around, maybe because of the movement on their side, or maybe because the "time" was coming soon. The area around this forest glade, which was not too wide, had become blurry at some point. Compared with what he had seen before,

By that time, there were at least twice as many people.

Because the sky was too dark, Lockhart could not clearly see the expressions and faces of the spectators surrounding him.

However, judging from the appearance of the figures around who are of different heights, some are tall and straight, some are slender, some are stooped...

Lockhart put his left hand on the muddy ground and stood up awkwardly.

"Sorry, I'm not going anywhere-"

In the eyes of all the werewolves looking at them like crazy people, Lockhart showed a tired smile, walked to the steps at the door of the cabin and sat down.

"So...I understand, are you here to seek death? Mr. Lockhart?"

"Seeking death? No, no, no. I am most afraid of death."

Gilderoy Lockhart did not look back, and said while cleaning the mud stuck to his body.

"I'm here to save you. By the way... prepare a pretty good birthday gift for yourself. If you have read the books I wrote carefully, you will know that in a few hours, I will be 29 years old.

Well, celebrating your birthday alone is not a good sign."

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Chapter completed!