Lockhart is not a good man.

    It can be seen from his shameless use of the "forgetting curse" to take away the achievements of others.

    But he is by no means a villain.

    Because once the real villain starts, he can never just cast the "forgetting curse".

    Bad and stupid.

    He should have been like this

    Or, before meeting Klein, before losing face at the magic summit and falling into madness. Gidrow Lockhart is such a speculator who is a little clever, a little lucky and dares to do bad things, but dare not do absolutely.

    But now.

    Lohat, who consciously lost everything, had long lost his face full of fake smiles.

    The look in those eyes is no longer narcissistic, but resentful and cruel.

    The stupid husky has successfully become a mentally unstable wolf.

    "Why don''t you come? When do I have to wait?"

    In his apartment, gidrow Lockhart waited frantically for the owl on the sofa.

    It is reasonable to say that if the plan succeeds, it will be published in the Daily Prophet.

    Of course, if the plan succeeds, he will also harvest a fresh dough

    "Hoo ~"

    Spit out the turbid air from your chest, gidrow Lockhart decided not to wait in his house.

    He suddenly wanted to go out and feel the fresh air he had not seen for a long time.

    Just go.

    Gidrow Lockhart grabbed his clean coat and casually put it on his shirt full of oil and dust.

    He didn''t shave, didn''t wash his face, and his hair was in a mess.

    But he didn''t care.

    Because he is so sloppy, no one can recognize him.

    The air at night is not very cold, but it is very humid.

    Gidrow Lockhart regretted coming out in his coat. The moisture made his shirt stick to his body.

    Out of the apartment, he looked back. The building was still brightly lit.

    The place where he lived was an expensive apartment building - although it would make many wizards uncomfortable to be crowded with Muggles, ordinary people without magic were the best neighbors in his mind.

    "Ha ha."

    Gidero smiled.

    Walking in the street, he walked forward without purpose.

    Many people saw him as a homeless tramp and didn''t want to focus on him for even a second.

    He looked at those passers-by in a hurry, those carrying bags and suitcases, each in suits and shoes.

    Just as he likes to collect oldengar''s old flame whisky, the Muggles show their taste with ties and leather shoes.

    There is a kind of unspeakable ridicule and funny.

    Do these things really make sense?

    Gidrow Lockhart thought to himself.

    Since he lost everything at the magic summit, all he can do is keep thinking.

    However, he has no answer, and no one will come out to give him the answer.

    Girod Lockhart had to move on.

    Farther and farther, he gradually moved away from the high-end community and came to the inaccessible old urban area.

    The deserted park under the starry night reveals a sense of dilapidation and desolation everywhere.

    Gidrow Lockhart saw it and didn''t want to go again.

    He thinks he belongs here tonight.

    Found a bench and sat down, gidrow Lockhart was silent, breathing the fresh air in the deserted park.

    Of course, not only the air, but also other things are madly drilling into his nose.

    For example, the smell of garbage, the dust in the air, and the smell of real tramps roasting dead mice

    Seems to have forgotten something?

    Gidrow covered his head vaguely.

    By the way, it seems that he hasn''t had dinner yet!

    Even people who are confused are always pulled back to reality by the most basic physiological needs.

    The famous gidrow Lockhart, I''m hungry after smelling the smell of roast mice!

    Are you going back?

    Or?

    Gidrow A bold idea rose in Lockhart''s mind, an idea he would not have thought before.

    Patting the wand in his trouser pocket, he felt at ease.

    Even if he is a sorcerer who has failed to the extreme, isn''t it easy to catch a few Muggles who have no strength to bind chickens?

    As for whether the Ministry of magic will find him

    That''s not in his consideration at all.

    Since his reputation was ruined, the Ministry of magic has not been able to make a move because of Soren. When the situation is stable, he doesn''t think the Ministry of magic will let him go. The old sesame and rotten millet won''t be hidden for long.

    When he gets the face of the "Klein Greenwald" he thinks about, he will be far away from home.

    The lives of several Muggles should be regarded as additions.

    Get up, gidrow Lockhart sneered at the corners of his mouth.

    He didn''t feel anything wrong with himself.

    The idea of "killing Muggle tramps by magic and taking away their dead mice" seemed to be engraved in his mind and became his instinct.

    An invisible hand tied silk thread to his body.

    From the time he wanted to come out and walk, to taking out his wand and aiming at the innocent Muggle.

    It''s as if someone is controlling everything.

    "Hey, good evening, and then, bye."

    Gidrow Lockhart is ready. He doesn''t think his magic can be resisted only by a few Muggles.

    So when he announced the fate of the tramps with a grim smile, he had imagined what would happen next: the Muggles would be hit by his "forgetting curse" and have a short absence, and in this Kung Fu, his "flame curse" would devour them.

    This is a perfect shot!

    But what happened next was far beyond gidrow''s expectation.

    His magic had not even been shot from the tip of his wand, and the "black tube" under his loose clothes suddenly appeared among the tramps on the opposite side.

    That''s

    Old short shotgun.

    "If I were to kill a man silently, what would you give me, Greenwald?"

    "A silencing pistol, which is the proud weapon of Muggles."

    Guns.

    Sometimes it works better than a wand.

    At least for now, guns are better than wands.

    "Bang!"

    Several old shotguns spewed out dazzling flames and smashed gidero in an instant Lockhart''s body.

    The blurred color in his eyes dissipated, and he recovered his brief Qingming.

    But it''s too late.

    And the blurred color dissipated at the same time, as well as gidero Lockhart''s vitality.

    "Pa."

    The body fell to the ground, gidrow Lockhart looked at the gray sky without God.

    ......

    "When!" "When!" "When!"

    The old clock struck the time very accurately. It struck exactly twelve.

    Klein put down his wand expressionless and turned to look out of the window.

    A lion will not become a real sheep because it has been camouflaged for too long. Any existence that dares to threaten his life must disappear from the world.

    This is the iron rule. Touch and die.

    Gidrow Lockhart picked the wrong opponent.