In terms of escaping and sneaking, Lockhart is among the top elites in the wizarding world. Even some famous masters were defeated by him. They were confused by his expression and attitude, and were unprepared and fell by this person.

He used his own experience to clear his mind and achieve Lockhart's fame.

"Holiday with a Dominatrix".

"Walking with Trolls".

There are also some catchy books, but behind them are the blood and tears of wizards who have really dealt with dark magical creatures!

They were all easily deceived by the young man in front of them, and he used the Forgetting Curse to take away the glory that should have belonged to them.

It's just a pity.

In his most glorious moment, his wand backfired and he forgot all about it.

In the dark townhouse, Lockhart's hand touched the door. He turned his wrist and quietly opened the door.

Until this moment, his heartbeat was suppressed by himself to a very stable speed. His beating heart would not alarm anyone at all.

A heart beating at this speed will not expose itself in this silent environment.

His heartbeat was no different from usual.

What is professionalism?

This is professionalism!

His expression was even more indifferent.

I didn't feel lucky at all because I was escaping from the wolf's den.

His control of his expressions and heartbeats has reached a top level. He is a natural performer. At this moment, he can even control the secretion of hormones in his body.

It's a pity.

Everything has no effect in front of a person who cannot sleep.

Before he opened the door, Du Wei was standing behind him.

He was like a sculpture, watching all this without expression or emotion.

Looking at Lockhart who had opened the door and was about to escape, he raised his wand.

Fainted to the ground.

No mantras were chanted, and no lights were turned on.

Duwei in the darkness, like a top killer, quietly "killed" the equally top pretender by "passing out". The curse was cast on Lockhart, and Lockhart "

With a "pop" sound, he fell to the ground. Just in case, Duwei gave Lockhart two more "fainting" blows.

Even though he knew it would be bad for Lockhart.

But when he did the last hit, he still showed no mercy.

He's just a brutal copy editor.

After confirming that Lockhart had really fainted, Duwei approached Lockhart, lifted one of his ankles, and dragged him into the bedroom.

Tie him tightly to the chair.

He put several layers of cashmere rugs under the chairs.

He moved his wrist and punched him in the face!

After he cried out in pain, Duwei used "Strength Relaxation and Strength Release" on Mr. Lockhart's left and right wrists and left and right ankles.

Lockhart felt weak all over.

He looked at the wand pointed at his nose in horror, his eyes became cross-eyed.

"I once wanted to let you go," Duwei said emotionlessly in the darkness: "But you are too smart, Lockhart.

Were you once a Ravenclaw? Well, you did not lose the reputation of Ravenclaw, and you were indeed very smart. Even if you lost part of your memory, your wisdom is still there.

But you are smart, but not smart enough.

I never cover up other people's shining points, so Gilderoy, why don't you act stupid?

Of course, there is another question, why don't you just come to my bedroom and kill me while I'm sleeping?

It's possible, you'll succeed, my dear.

Wouldn't it be better to kill me and settle the matter once and for all?"

He said as if gibbering.

Gilderoy Lockhart didn't know if it was an illusion.

He felt that in the darkness, when this man spoke, a liquid fell on his face.

Maybe it's saliva.

It could also be tears.

It fell into his hand.

Cool and cool.

…

A few hours later.

It's sunny again.

A beautiful day started again, but the Ministry of Magic was still in a state of panic.

The entire Ministry of Magic is still in a bad state, and even sunshine and black tea can't dispel this smell of doom.

No one is in the mood to go to work.

The Aurors and strikers were overloaded, and Mad-Eye Moody originally wanted to mobilize more manpower and authority to investigate Duwei.

But Scrimgeour comes back to stop him.

Mad-Eye Moody still maintained a certain amount of respect for Stlinker, his old friend.

At least he didn't just pull out the wand and point it at his nose to cast the curse.

Yesterday, two disobedient wizards were turned into bugs by Mad-Eye Moody. This crime was actually enough to get him into Azkaban. But if you want to get him into Azkaban, you first need someone.

To capture him, secondly, we need the respected old wizards of the Wizengamot to watch him be judged.

Both of these are unrealistic.

Scrimgeour had no intention of asking his men to try out Mad-Eye Moody.

That's so stupid.

The old wizards in the Wizengamot are also a little afraid. They are afraid that after these idiots from the Ministry of Magic finish trying Mad-Eye Moody, this person will escape.

At that time, old wizards like them will also be threatened.

Law-abiding people are subject to the constraints of the law, but no one can punish people like Mad-Eye Moody.

No one is willing to take responsibility and risk.

The dark wizards who usually fanned the flames were now trembling and waiting for the judgment to come. They were waiting at home, rolling up their sleeves and anxiously waiting for the call of the Dark Lord. They didn't bother to bother Mad-Eye Moody at all.

As for the rest of the people?

The rest of the department heads and office members seemed to be ignoring the matter as it had nothing to do with them.

The minister didn't even come, so why are everyone working so hard?

Mad-Eye Moody did not make things difficult for these useless guys. He spoke to Scrimgeour and left with the others.

He started patrolling again.

The wizards in London are in a state of panic.

Because of the appearance of the Dark Lord's mark this time, every one of their faces was filled with dark clouds.

But Du Wei was still very happy. He went out in the morning, had breakfast, took the bus, walked, pulled out his hair, and stole clothes. After a while, he arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

He changed his face and took one last sip of Polyjuice Potion on the bus. After throwing the bottle filled with Polyjuice Potion into the trash can, he turned into the street with a civilized staff and arrived at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.

The entire Leaky Cauldron was filled with a depressing atmosphere. There were far fewer people drinking in the bar. They saw a strange face walking in with a suitcase. Behind the wine cabinet, Moody's magic eye was looking at him.

Tom stood aside, helpless.

Mad-Eye Moody is here.

His business has deteriorated a lot.

Moody glanced at the unfamiliar face, and Duwei also looked at Mad-Eye Moody with a slightly fearful expression, as if a normal person had seen a madman.

Inside the fear, there is even some disgust.

"A new wizard? A new face?

Where are you from?

What's in your box?"
To be continued...