bioinnovel Chapter 125 Hidden Worries
Chapter 125 Hidden Worries
Chapter 125 Hidden Worries
Even if Gilderoy Lockhart is useless, he's still a grown male; his height and weight are what they are.
In addition, due to her instinctive non-cooperation, she twisted and struggled back and forth, making it no easy task for a woman to drag Lockhart away.
The already quiet auditorium fell even more silent, with almost everyone looking at Lockhart, watching his erratic behavior and listening to the clattering noises.
Some people are kind-hearted and soft-hearted; they can't bear to see Lockhart's tragic end, so they turn their heads away, close their eyes, and even try to cover their ears.
Although some people felt reluctant, they still forced themselves to open their eyes wide and deeply engrave the scene before them into their hearts, so as to warn and admonish themselves.
Others felt a sense of satisfaction, believing that Lockhart's current predicament was entirely his own fault and that he had no one else to blame. They even hoped that Professor Black could have been even more ruthless.
The professors present also reacted differently.
Professor Sprout avoided eye contact, unwilling to see his former student on his person.
Professor Flitwick hid behind his students and the dining table, sighing repeatedly, his feelings extremely complicated.
Professor McGonagall's gaze wasn't on Lockhart either; it was fixed on Harry. At that moment, the more Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, the more likable he seemed. She wished he were a bit more like Lily.
The last one, Headmaster Snape, was probably the one who paid the least attention to Lockhart. He didn't care about Lockhart's fate, nor did he mock him.
Snape's sallow complexion remained as somber as water, his eyes deep and unfathomable, standing by the long table like a wax figure, lost in thought.
On the other hand, Belvina struggled to drag Lockhart out of the faculty section; if there were no students in the auditorium,
Given Belvina's personality, she would definitely stomp on Lockhart's head.
At this moment, Basilda and Paul came over. They had similar ideas: more people meant more help, so they just carried Lockhart out.
Belvina waved her hand, and Lockhart's cherry wood wand came in handy once again.
To be precise, the owner of the cherry wood wand is no longer Gilderoy Lockhart. Lockhart was disarmed three times at Hogwarts, twice by Belvina, and the object of the cherry wood wand's loyalty has long since changed.
Belvina raised her wand and pointed it at Lockhart, who was trying to escape. With a flick of her wrist, Lockhart's robe suddenly wrapped around him, and Lockhart, who was already kneeling, fell face-first into the mud.
Then, the increasingly tighter robes lifted Lockhart up, floating like hundreds of candles in the auditorium.
This time, Lockhart could no longer struggle to escape. The robes wrapped around him only tightened, and floating in mid-air made it even harder for him to exert any force.
If someone were to fan Lockhart with a large fan at that moment, he might drift away like a sailboat.
The silence among the students eased as Belvina led the levitating Lockhart out of the auditorium, but the trouble caused by the students was only just beginning.
Inside the university hospital, Ms. Pomfrey had been waiting for a long time. She hadn't appeared in the auditorium this morning, but news of what had happened there had still reached her ears.
Ms. Pomfrey did not approach or protest Belvina's rude treatment of Lockhart; Ms. Pomfrey, like the other faculty and staff, disliked Lockhart's bossy attitude.
Ms. Pomfrey pulled back a white curtain and pointed to the empty bed next to it.
Belvina waved her wand forward, and Lockhart, who had been hovering in mid-air, floated over and landed precisely on the empty bed. Immediately afterward, Lockhart's robes transformed into straitjackets, binding him firmly to the bed.
"What happened?" Ms. Pomfrey asked. "Did he hit his head?"
"No, he must have suffered too much trauma and lost his mind," Belvina said. "We need to get him back to normal as soon as possible."
Lockhart, bound to the hospital bed by the straitjacket, had no strength left to struggle. His eyes were vacant as he stared at the ceiling, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out.
The students' petitions and protests were enough to ruin Gilderoy Lockhart's reputation. Dumbledore applied to the Ministry of Magic for an investigation and directly sentenced Lockhart to death, effectively ending his life.
"Poor thing, he needs a good night's sleep," said Ms. Pomfrey, as she walked toward a cabinet full of bottles and jars and picked out a dark bottle from the pile.
Ms. Pomfrey returned to the bedside, pried open Lockhart's mouth, and poured all the medicine from the dark bottle into Lockhart's mouth.
While speaking with the compassion of a healer, she was ruthless when administering medication. Ms. Pomfrey's brutal style made Belvina's eyelids twitch and caused Lockhart to cough repeatedly.
"Alright, Mr. Lockhart can get a good night's sleep now," said Poppy Pomfrey, the Healer. "By the time the Ministry of Magic comes to investigate, Mr. Lockhart's mental state will surely be much better."
After saying that, Ms. Pomfrey stared intently at Belvina, as if to say: Is there anything else? If not, please leave the school hospital immediately.
Ms. Pomfrey started throwing people; she even dared to throw Headmaster Dumbledore, let alone young Belvina.
Belvina immediately put down Lockhart's cherry wood wand. Without any hesitation or a word, she quickly turned and walked towards the door.
Belvina left as if she were afraid that Ms. Pomfrey would give her a free magic potion as well.
After leaving the school hospital, Belvina returned to the fifth floor, where someone was already waiting for her in the lounge.
Basilda sat by the fireplace, poking at the flames, the roaring fire illuminating her face. Paul sat on the sofa, holding a tall platter; the leftover tart from earlier had already been eaten.
"Oh, what a rare guest! Aren't you going to continue your experiments?" Belvina said to Paul. She sat down at her desk, spread out a piece of parchment, but her hand holding the quill pen froze, unsure of what to write.
"I'm out of money," Paul said nonchalantly. "I'm waiting for payday, so I came here to get something to eat."
If you're looking for food, you should go to the house-elves in the castle, not Belvina. The house-elves not only provide it for free, but they also let you eat and take it with you.
"Can you do me a favor?" Belvina said, crumpling the scraps of parchment into a ball and tossing it into the fireplace.
She still hadn't figured out how to bring it up with Fudge. She was worried that Fudge might suddenly lose his temper and use Lockhart's situation to target Dumbledore.
Paul immediately perked up and said, "What's up? How much? Let's make it clear first, you'll provide the raw materials, and my processing fees are very high!"
The parchment, which had just been unfolded, was crumpled into a ball and hit Paul Bernard squarely on the forehead.
Belvina said quietly, "I'm really not rich, and I'm not a scoundrel. Don't think you can rob the rich to help the poor here." Hearing this, Paul curled his lips. He didn't believe that Belvina was poor, nor did the others in the school, and certainly not the outsiders.
"Alchemy dolls, I mean proper alchemy dolls, not for the noble cause of healthcare," Belvina emphasized. "I need sturdy dolls, not the cheap, flimsy kind that breaks at the slightest touch."
When it came to business, Paul became serious, saying, "Size, quantity, delivery time, and any other requirements."
"There's no quantity requirement, delivery before Valentine's Day, the more the better. Normal size is fine, but they need to be easy to carry," Belvina said, turning around. "Most importantly, all the dolls must be able to use the Eye-Brain Charm."
Paul nodded and said, "No problem, we can just modify the old puppets. You want to use the puppets to fight the basilisk?"
The Eye Curse was too obviously targeted, and Paul knew the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a basilisk. He naturally assumed Belvina was going to use the puppets to attack the basilisk. What else could she be doing? Attacking the Ministry of Magic, or taking over Hogwarts?
"Are you worried about Professor Dumbledore?" Bassheda asked. The usually gluttonous girl hadn't been eating much today, which clearly meant she had something on her mind.
Belvina said, "I'm not worried about Professor Dumbledore, and he doesn't need me to. It's just about being prepared in advance, in case something unexpected happens. Some people aren't very bright and often make mistakes."
If Dumbledore is forced to leave the school due to external factors, and the hidden Slytherin heir takes the opportunity to release the Basilisk, launching a pincer attack on Hogwarts from both inside and outside, that would be incredibly exciting.