Chapter 1066 New Version of the Dark Lord and Death Eaters

Of course Lockhart wasn't playing any games.

The one who tied him to the chair was Professor Snape's werewolf assistant Gillian Nicklaus.

"Gideroy Lockhart!"

The old wizard Fiennes was sitting on the desk opposite the chair, playing with a shiny green apple, staring at Lockhart quietly, "I heard that you are good at digging out some secrets from other people's heads?"

Lockhart struggled vigorously, but the vines on his body became tighter and tighter, strangling him to the point of suffocation, "It's... all in the past...!"

Fiennes turned his head and glanced at Gillian, who just shook his head at him, "I think Mr. Lockhart, who used to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, will know how not to struggle in the devil's net, so The vines of the devil's net will loosen by themselves."

Lockhart froze for a moment, and quickly stopped struggling. Sure enough, the rattan that was tightening around his body loosened a little after a while.

But only a little, after all, this terrible plant is being manipulated by that Gillian witch.

"Very well, I think I have something to trouble you." The old wizard Fiennes stared down at Lockhart on the chair, "You should know that there are a lot of witch hunters suddenly appearing in Europe, and I need someone to help me find out Pull them out of the dark corners one by one."

"No!" Lockhart yelled in horror, "We all know that those people were sent by the Dark Lord, and Dumbledore also said that keeping these people may have some promotion effect. I can't offend the Dark Lord at the same time. And Dumbledore!"

"Yeah?"

Fiennes chuckled, gently stroked the green apple in his right hand with his left hand, and gently pulled out a beige worm from a moth on it.

He glanced at the worm, and then at Lockhart, "Don't look at this worm as ordinary, it's a potion worm that I imitated Anton's Tickle Curse, a collection of spells, potions and magical animals The high-end technique, the medicine insect prepared by hand."

"Listen, I'm going to let this bug crawl in your mouth, and then you'll start laughing, and then you'll have to hold back."

As he spoke, he pouted and gestured to the vines on Lockhart's body, "Otherwise, every time you move, the devil's net will become tighter and tighter, and in the end you can only die in happiness."

"Don't scare me!" Lockhart stared at Fiennes with wide eyes, "I'm not afraid! This is Hogwarts, a place protected by Professor Dumbledore, you can't kill me here!"

The old wizard Fiennes thought for a while, then nodded, "That's right, how about it, I won't use the devil's net, I'll just feed you this worm, and it will make you laugh out loud when you're about to cast a spell."

"How about it, it's just that you can no longer cast spells in the future, and you don't know any magic anyway!"

"Of course, don't expect to ask anyone for help. As long as you plan to mention this bug, it will make you laugh."

"Everyone will only think you are crazy."

Lockhart swallowed, and looked at the bug in Fiennes' hands in horror, "Don't...don't..."

Yes, he is a weak chicken.

It doesn't mean that he is willing to give up the ability to release magic.

Fiennes giggled, stood up, squeezed the worm and slowly approached Lockhart's mouth, "Then, tell me, I'm going to ask you to help find all the witch hunters, can you Help me do this?"

"I know you can!"

"No one is better at something like this than you!"

As the bug in Fiennes' hand got closer and closer, Lockhart finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He screamed in panic and struggled, the devil's net on his body strangled him again, bit by bit into his flesh. He knew that the devil's net was just an ordinary magical plant now, but in the history of wizards, it was unknown how many people died in the hands of this thing.

Whether Fiennes dared to kill him, he didn't know, he only knew that he was about to die.

"I promise!"

"I promise!"

he cried.

The bug in Fiennes' hand had already touched his mouth. It was soft and fluffy, and it was particularly disgusting when it touched the skin on his face.

"real?"

"real!"

"Really? Are you really willing to take the initiative to help us kill those witch hunters?" The old wizard stared at Lockhart.

Lockhart hurriedly nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, I am willing!"

"very good!"

With a flick of Fiennes' fingers, the worm suddenly disappeared, and Gillian waved her wand to put away the devil's net that she didn't know where she was hiding.

"Great!" Fiennes patted Lockhart's shoulder lightly, and put the apple in his hand on Lockhart's audience, "Then go pack up and salute, we're ready to go."

"Huh?" Lockhart was stunned for a moment. He had originally planned to take the opportunity to secretly seek refuge with Anton, but he stared blankly at Fiennes, "Now... now?"

Fiennes nodded, "Yes, now, Professor Snape is waiting for our help!"

He sighed worriedly, "There will always be problems that killing and potions can't solve, and he needs the help of his companions!"

"Oh, it's really great." Lockhart glanced at the green apple full of moth-eaten eyes in his hand, felt a little disgusted and put it aside, and then stood up.

"Maybe I should write to Ms. Hannah, Alex, you know, I am serving Anton, and I am a vital navigator."

Fiennes sneered, "You? I don't think you can help."

"Don't look down on me, you have to understand that you are asking me for help now, I am very useful!" Lockhart looked at Fiennes angrily, and shrank his head when he saw the worm in his hand again, "Okay Well, well, I can write to Ms. Hannah to ask for leave, no matter it is the navigator or the affairs of the "Wizard Event Newspaper", it needs to be arranged."

Fiennes nodded, "Then you should take a longer leave. After we finish killing those witch hunters and Barty Jr., we will go to America to kill Voldemort."

"!!!" Lockhart was startled, he looked at Fiennes in disbelief, "Are you crazy?!!!"

Fiennes just smiled and teased the little bug in his palm, "I'm really crazy, I didn't choose to act directly with Severus, I regret it, I'm going to help my best friend!"

Not only him, but Gillian, and Filch, who was standing watch at the door of Lockhart's office. The Hogwarts custodian, a wizard who has the ability to cast spells under the double influence of Voldemort and Anton, also intends to do his best for his good friend Severus.

"It's unbelievable!" Lockhart shook his head, sat down at the desk, pulled a piece of manuscript paper and wrote the letter quickly. He must find a time to escape from these lunatics.

"It's very interesting, isn't it?" Fiennes' lips curled up slightly, "Voldemort has become the speaker of the Magic Congress, and has become another Dumbledore. But Severus and us, instead, have become the ones wreaking havoc in America." and murderous Dark Lords and Death Eaters."

"Tsk~"

"Stimulate!"

Fiennes laughed louder and louder, "Oh, to be honest, I don't know how happy I am to have made such a resolution."

Lockhart didn't think it was any fun, he just thought these people were crazy.

The quill in his hand quickly writes and draws, and secretly fills in some obscure content into the text. I believe that Anton, who has been taught by him, can read the information between the lines-I was kidnapped! help me!

"what are you writing?"

Gillian frowned and looked at Lockhart, pulling out the letter from his desk.

"Oh, I was planning to give Anton advice." Lockhart smiled brightly, "Although I can't teach Anton anything about spellcasting, my experience is extremely rich, and I know too much. Things can help him."

Seeing Fiennes looking over, he had no choice but to stop showing off, and explained, "Environmental modification, you know, Anton and the others plan to modify the environment on the moon. There is an ancient tribe on the African continent who is good at doing such things."

"They turned the dry and hot valley into an oasis with beautiful mountains and rivers, and built a small hidden town in the boundless desert. The main method is the weather spell."

"Weather spell?" Fiennes raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue, "Casting a weather spell on the moon?"

"Yes!" Lockhart twitched his bangs extremely, "Creating weather out of thin air, on the desert, on the moon, well, I mean, maybe Anton can do it!"

Fiennes took the letter from Gillian's hand and looked at it. Wow, he frowned and looked at Lockhart, "It seems that Anton really needs you too."

He hesitated.

But in the end, he shook the letter paper in his hand amidst Lockhart's expectant expression, "Well, please write in detail!"

"Huh?" Lockhart looked bitter.