Novel & Cerita Gilderoy Lockhart

“That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.” She ignored me and tried to cast something. “KLAH-ZOOMIA EXPLODIUS!” she screamed, flinging a glowing orb at me. It fizzled. Then turned into a frog. A confused frog, who croaked once and hopped straight into a nearby palace fountain. One of the guards, Sir Helgo—an older knight with half a beard and a big belly—squinted. “Was that a frog spell?” “No,” I said, completely deadpan. “It was revenge.”

Martins gushed as he carefully tucked the handkerchief into his suit pocket. "So are you going to introduce me to your students, Principal Martins?" "Oh, yes, yes…" he turned to face the class with a bright smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, a God sent directly from heaven, a mighty CEO himself…the wealthiest and most famous man in our-" "Mr. Martins" I coughed lightly. "Did I say something wrong Mr. Leonard? You're indeed a God sent from the heavens to bless us, you are-" he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Cold, dark hazel eyes glinting with disdain. He pushes back his hoodie. I find myself looking into a face I know better than my own reflection. Oh my god. It's Felix Lockhart.

she said, as she curtseyed, and then disappeared out the door. Lockhart gave me a kind smile, thick rimmed glasses showing dark blue eyes, a white beard ending just the end of his red robe. He looked at all of us, eyes landing on me, concern on his face. He did some hand gestures, and then Alder ran over, a stray black curl covering his dark brown eyes. He cleared his throat, smoothing out the wrinkles of his blue tunic. "Hello, sirs, and Lady Cecilia. We've traveled a great distance to greet you. I", Alder pointed at Lockhart, "am Lockhart, and my student Alder is here to interpret for me." the cheery boy said, reading the hand gestures.

"O-Off course, Pomona. I-I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, will not be defeated by some measly ward!" Gilderoy answered, giving them his famous 'charming smile'. He stuttered in the beginning, but recovered after and managed to puff his chest out. It would have worked if his face was not still pale, sweating and the smile was not so forced. Most professors managed to keep a poker face, the rest just rolled their eyes at the blond ponse.

the teacher said in a loud voice that seems to boom within the classroom which made the students scramble back to their seats. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Zabdiel whispered. "He's also Lornn." Chloe wasn't able to react because the old man's eyes rested on hers before his sharp and beady eyes turned to the rest of his students with a knowing look. "I am Hunter Lornn but you can call me Master Hunn, I will be your adviser as well as your teacher for History of Magic and I expect each one of you to know the origins of your elemental powers."

Arthur chuckled before returning to Bella. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lockwood. But I don't understand what's going on here." Bella voiced in a shaky tune. "Oh you will, soon." Arthur interjected causing another wave of hostilities from the others. "This are the idiotic and delusional Supernatural hunters of Covington. Mrs. Geraldton, my old time girlfriend, who deals with hunting Witches. Mr. Lockwood, the idiot who preys on Werewolves. Mr. Conway, a bastard and a fool who hunts Vampires." Bella watched confusingly as Arthur gestured towards each respective identities with derogatory remarks. From the way he spoke, she could tell Arthur has had a long history with them. Which led her to another puzzle

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."