Harry Potter Gilderoy Lockhart Novels & Stories

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

I ask in a calm threatening voice. He fidgets as beads of sweat start to form on his forehead and he bursts out loud, "I... I can't, Mr. Lockhart. It's too dangerous." I lean in, my gaze piercing through him. "Dangerous? You've already crossed that line. And in case your employer didn’t tell you, I hate repeating myself.” "I... alright, it's... it's an elderly fat man. He never gave me his name, just instructions. He promised to change my life if I did what he said and help drag down the Lockhart group. He said it should have been his in the first place. “