v2 Chapter 37： Lockhart's efforts

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"Ebony, fifteen inches, bird snake feather." Tom took out his previous debut and handed it to Ron.

"This is the first wand I've ever made, and it's not as good as those professional wand makers, but at least it's consistent."

Ron took the seemingly unpretentious wand and fell into ecstasy. He took the wand, waved it twice, and tried a few simple spells. Compared with a broken wand, it is completely one in the sky and one in the ground.

"Thank you, Tom, I really don't know how I would have gotten through the semester without you..." Ron slipped his new wand into his robe.

"It's the wand maker's job to find the owner of the wand." Tom also showed a small smile, just a little effort, and to be honest, his wand was really ordinary.

The apprentice's first work, it's good to use it.

After helping Ron with his wand, Tom and Hermione returned to the Ravenclaw lounge.

"Thank you for the bookmark, I like it very much." Hermione seemed to want to say something after saying this to Tom at the door of the lounge, but in the end she didn't say anything, but her cheeks flushed again.

She thought for a while, as if she suddenly remembered something, took out a silk handkerchief from her arms, and gently wiped Tom's cheek.

"If you encounter difficulties, you can come to me, and I should be able to help you."

She put the handkerchief in Tom's hand and trotted away.

Tom felt the lingering fragrance on his face and smiled shyly.

He looked at the handkerchief. The handkerchief was white silk with a red tulip embroidered on it. There was a very elegant fragrance on the handkerchief. Tom couldn't help but lean up and smell it.

...

"How is it?" As soon as Hermione returned to the dormitory, she was surrounded by her roommates, waiting for her to be interrogated as rigorously as a case.

"So Little Sun didn't confess to you?" Su Li was disappointed.

"What confession! I don't understand what you are saying!" Hermione said angrily.

"It looks like this little girl has something to hide..." Mandy Blohe noticed the abnormality, so she knocked Hermione down and scratched the itchy flesh under her armpit, "Come on, don't tell me ?"

"What—haha, wait—wait a minute..."

Soon, the roommates learned what had happened.

"Wow!"

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"This is a great start!"

"Quick, try that bookmark he gave!" Lisa Dupin brought a booklet and asked Hermione to try it.

Hermione slipped the bookmark in and closed the book.

And then there's... big eyes and small eyes.

"So, how do you see if it has been cleaned?" Someone asked such a soul question.

The room fell silent, and Hermione was speechless: Tom really didn't say what the scan looked like.

Fortunately, the booklet was thin, and within a minute the petioles of the leaf bookmarks popped out of the pages.

"It should be done!" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and she didn't know why. She didn't want this bookmark to expose its shortcomings in front of her friends. She regretted a little: why did she tell her friends about this bookmark like a ghost thing - this should be my and Tom's secret!

She suddenly didn't want her roommates to touch the bookmark. This bookmark had a special meaning to her.

Hermione wrote a word on the parchment, and then took the bookmark petiole to scan the word, and the leaf automatically began to look up the word for her, and the little witches around were stunned.

But when they wanted to continue playing, Hermione put away the bookmarks: she was going to start scanning the textbooks.

When it comes to bookmarks, Hermione wants to be selfish.

Of course, she also cleverly found a topic to mix in: Professor Lockhart.

Speaking of Lockhart, Tom was soon forgotten.

The girls chattered about Lockhart's experience, Lockhart's new book, and Lockhart's amazing car ride - a move that most of them thought was so cool, this fantastical Color travel is what they are after.

Even Hermione imagined that she and Tom would travel together by car, but she just thought about it, after all, it was a violation of confidentiality laws.

But it's really romantic! Cross the galaxy in a car.

The girls chatted for a while, only to realize that everyone seemed to be a fan of Professor Lockhart? So, several people looked at each other and smiled: It turns out that you are also a fan of Lockhart!

Everyone took out the Lockhart poster from the suitcase and posted it on the wall of the bedroom. Hermione didn't have a poster, and she was holding Lockhart's full set of works - Lichen Bookstore Edition, which also aroused the envy of the little witches.

Where is Professor Lockhart at this time? in the dark room.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in his suitcase, his chest and head split open, his mouth gagged, and his hands and feet bound.

He tried hard to recall what happened before he passed out. The last scene in his mind was when Tom gave himself flowers, and he couldn't remember what happened next.

Suddenly the box was opened, and the light came in, making Lockhart dizzy, and a figure jumped in, took the contents out of his mouth, untied the ropes from his hands and feet, and threw it away. Buckets of water and a pack of sandwiches are by his side.

"Be honest, if you make a sound, don't think about being able to move freely in the future."

Lockhart recognized the voice, and it turned out to be Tom.

"Tom, is there any misunderstanding between us. I know my new book has been delayed for too long, but it won't help to keep me in the dark room, I'm short of inspiration-"

Tom looked at him without emotion and spoke, then took out a pair of handcuffs and shackles from his arms, brought a big iron ball over, and locked Lockhart firmly so that he would not get it out of the box. What a big move - these things were sponsored by Filch's friendship, and he was flattered and ecstatic when he heard that the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was interested in the "tools" in his office.

He seriously gave Tom Cope the use of various torture tools, and he was proud to say that these tools were as good as new under his own care. Tom showed a little interest, so he gave Tom a set.

"Really, professor, please believe me, as long as you are willing to let the detained students hang up, no one will be distracted in your class!" Filch swore to promise Tom.

Tom smiled playfully as he shackled Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart, please explain this secret room in your trunk."

Lockhart's chatter ceased.

He said in a panic: "I don't know why there is such a space in my suitcase..."

Tom just looked at him like that, with an expression on his face that seemed to say: Do you think I'm a fool?

Lockhart gradually felt guilty.

"Professor Lockhart, are all your experiences someone else's? Take their experiences from the mouths of those reclusive old wizards, and then package them as your own..."

"I didn't!" Lockhart yelled.

"As for those wizards who were told by you, you killed them, right? Just like what I did to you, first imprisoned them here, then tortured their stories, and finally killed them... "

"I've never done this before!" Lockhart heard Tom's reasoning getting more and more outrageous, and couldn't help panicking: Tom just said that he would do the same thing to himself - but he really didn't kill those wizards Ah, at most it's just a cliché first and then erasing the memory.

Lockhart didn't start writing right out of school, he started out as a business. He invented a shampoo made from bird snake egg yolk that really "locks in shine" but was never made for the mass market because the product was too dangerous and expensive.

He later became a writer by coincidence.

When Lockhart first started writing, he left with the intention of publishing the adventures of other wizards, but one day, he found out that his interviewees were not wary of him!

So he had evil thoughts and prepared to take this story as his own.

He sneaked up on the wizard, took his experience and succeeded. Having tasted the sweetness, he began his own path of plagiarism. Track down and find the wizards, and ask them about their experiences—a process that occasionally requires force—to erase their memories. He is quite proficient in this process.

However, as his language skills matured, he gradually no longer needed to use spells other than forgetting spells, and Lockhart's spells became increasingly sparse. In the end, he was no longer good at magic other than forgetting spells.

"Dear Tom, calm down—you listen to me, well, I admit that those adventures weren't all my own experience," Lockhart was really frightened, he was afraid that the boy in front of him would torture him, and then silence him: He knew that it was impossible for him to endure torture, so he explained his experience like pouring beans in a bamboo tube.

"Child, think about the experiences of those old wizards, how can they sell for writing, such as the old wizard who saved a whole village from the danger of werewolves, he is very ugly and has very bad taste in clothes, so use him as the cover , no one wants to see it..."

Seeing Tom's angry look Lockhart quickly explained: "I have also done a lot of work, it is not easy to find those wizards with stories, it needs to be very carefully inquired, not a little detail. Forget it. After asking, you will have to apply a forgetting spell. This kind of large-scale memory modification requires a high level of proficiency, and if you are not careful, you will become a fool—"

"So there was something wrong with your Oblivion Curse? Turned some people into idiots?" Tom interrupted Lockhart's rebuttal, but Lockhart ignored him.

"Kid, do you understand? I also have to do a lot of preparation. It sounds easy, but it's actually very hard work. It's manual work, but if you want to be famous, you have to work hard. I really envy Harry Potter, but it's just death. Parents can be world-famous..."

Tom was stunned at these words, and his last sympathy for Lockhart was broken.

He glanced at Lockhart with the look of a beast, and then dug out the box.

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