Chapter 436 The Little Stream of Destiny

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, Hogwarts Weekly Office.

Boom boom boom...

Lockhart buried himself in the pile of letters in his brain, casually said "please come in", thought for a while, and threw the letter in his hand onto a rockery pile of letters beside the table.

He sighed, leaned into a suitcase on the table, fished it with his arm, and grabbed another letter.

Just as he was about to take it apart, he suddenly thought of something and raised his head in doubt.

"Oh, G...Professor Dumbledore!" He stood up hastily.

Professor Dumbledore didn't speak, just looked at him silently, rubbed the weird ring on his finger, and inspected Lockhart up and down.

"I...I..." Lockhart quickly looked at himself, then looked down at the small mirror on the desk, and was relieved to find that the face of the editor-in-chief of Aibo was still inside.

Dumbledore looked at him and pursed his lips, "Editor Aibo, I think you forgot what I told you?"

Lockhart took a deep breath, stood up quickly, and used his brain in horror to recall all the communication in the past, and finally glanced at the mountains of letters in the office with some hesitation, and asked tentatively, "Help?" Anthony dealing with letters from off-campus?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"Cultivate young reporters and help them integrate into major newspapers? Professor Dumbledore, this... it will take time."

Dumbledore still shook his head.

He looked at Lockhart's bewildered and sweaty expression, and sighed, "First of all, you should be the editor-in-chief of "Hogwarts Weekly". The Hogwarts Weekly has not moved for a long time, and there is no action intended to expand its influence."

"You should have the most convenient channel to obtain information, and you interviewed yourself directly, but you acted so insensitive."

"I think I need to re-examine your ability in this area."

This was simply the harshest criticism, if he showed no value in front of the Great Demon King, Lockhart could almost imagine his end.

He held his hands together nervously, not letting his arms tremble too much, but found that his palms were already sweaty from tension to the point of being a little wet.

"This... this... I... I..."

In the end, he pointed to the pile of letters beside him, "I'm helping Anton deal with these letters. You told me not to let the turmoil in the outside world affect Anthony. It's very troublesome. After all, there are so many. I..."

Dumbledore shook his head, "It's not difficult to deal with."

He casually raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Boom~

An extremely high-temperature blue flame appeared in the middle of the letter paper, and in just an instant, everything turned into torches.

The weirdest thing was that even though the floor was covered with a wool carpet, there was no injury at all.

Dumbledore chuckled, "You see, this is the most efficient way to deal with it."

"But..." Lockhart swallowed, and he clenched his hands tightly. He was especially afraid that he would be the one who would become the torch, and he showed a somewhat difficult smile. An invitation letter from an extremely important organization such as the Pharmacist Shidiman Club, I think since you care so much about Anthony, I thought, I thought..."

Under Dumbledore's gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he finally swallowed the words.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Dumbledore nodded, "but that's not what I want."

Dumbledore walked up to Lockhart slowly and gracefully step by step, and looked down at Lockhart, "I think it is necessary to explain something to you so that you can cooperate with me."

Lockhart nodded with difficulty, his whole body leaned back and pressed down, neither daring to sit down like this, nor daring to stand up straight, he could only support it with all his strength.

He tried his best to smile, oh, he is the best at smiling, but now he feels that his smile must be very stiff, "You... you say."

Dumbledore gently swept the dust off Lockhart's shoulders, "You should know that everyone has their own unique value."

"Anthony's talent in Body Transfiguration is so dazzling, and the potential shown is so high. I can't let these unknown organizations affect his thinking, understand?"

Lockhart blinked his glasses so hard that the sweat that was about to drip into his eyelids dripped down his cheeks, and he didn't even dare to wipe them, so he nodded slightly. "Understood, understood."

"No, you don't understand at all."

Dumbledore turned around with his hands behind his back and walked towards the French windows beside him, looking at the hut by the Black Lake in the distance.

Lockhart quietly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly wiped the sweat off his face, hurriedly walked to the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, bowed his head and bowed his head as if listening to the training.

"Interestingly, he has a unique sense of closeness to Muggles, which may be related to his childhood experience. This cognition is subconsciously affecting his judgment, hoping to find a way out for Muggles , in the war between the Muggle world and the wizarding world."

Lockhart raised his head and opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head again and did not speak.

"You seem to have something to say. You know, I don't shy away from people raising objections. We should listen to it and understand. Tell me."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. Although I dare not say that I know Anton very well, after all, after getting along with him for a while, I don't think he is the kind of ambitious person, and he will not look for such a solution with lofty ideals." road."

"Oh, you mean I misjudged the person?"

"No, no, no."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Of course he isn't. This is a subconscious influence. Human beings are so complex. Too many contradictory logics make up a complex and specific human being."

He turned his head and glanced at Lockhart, "Your Oblivion Curse is indeed very good, but it's still a little bit worse, which makes you neither a top wizard nor a lot of ordinary wizards. Okay. Think about the complexity of human beings, it will help you cast your forgetting spell."

"Yes, yes, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded, looked up at the sky, one eye turned into azure blue, he tilted his head slightly, pursed his mouth and didn't know what he was observing.

"You don't understand, Lockhart, this world has a mechanism."

"A person, who he has come into contact with, what he has encountered, and what kind of people he is around will have an invisible influence on this person. And these invisible influences will quietly change a person's subconsciousness, and these subconsciousness will It will come into play at certain critical moments when decisions need to be made."

"Ignorant people call this kind of effect 'a brainstorm'." He shook with a smile, raised his hand and shook, "or something like 'following the inner choice'."

"Do you know why I chose you as my helper, Lockhart, I have so many saints with strong faith."

Lockhart froze for a moment, wanting to say that this was Dumbledore's ingenious arrangement, oh no, he didn't want to say that, it would kill people.

"I... I don't understand."

"Because you can have an influence on Anton, a silent and invisible influence."

Dumbledore's eyes were blurred, as if he could see a certain truth in this world, "It's like a certain branch that was just washed by a small stream, and that branch happened to be stuck on two stones. Leaf after leaf has accumulated on the surface of the water."

"I just gently moved a corner of the branch to let the stream return to its most natural state."

"Arranging you as the editor-in-chief just became the most natural appearance of this river of fate, so you appeared."

These profound words are destined to be high-spirited, playing the piano to a cow.

Dumbledore glanced at Lockhart's blank expression, shook his head, forget it, he's used to it, this is the only person in the world who can understand what he's talking about.

"Go and interview Anton, do what you should do as a school's editor-in-chief, and win the reputation that a scholar who came up with the idea of ​​'Muggle Squib' should have for the outstanding students of this school."

"Maintain his reputation, suppress all slander, and remove all external obstacles for his research path."

Ha, Lockhart finally understood, nodded quickly, "Okay, I will follow your orders."

"But..." He thought for a while, pointing to the suitcase with the Untraceable Stretching Charm, "Aren't these also helping him earn fame?"

He expressed his incomprehension.

"Listen, don't let these indifferent things affect Anthony's purity, understand? If you don't understand, just do it."

Dumbledore glanced back at him, "He needs to concentrate on writing "Dumbledore's Wisdom", and he also needs my selfless tutoring, and eventually he will make an outstanding contribution to the 'Muggle Squib'."

Lockhart gasped, "Muggle Squibs..."

"Very well, your dull head is finally flexible."

Dumbledore turned and walked towards the office door, stopped, "Remember, your talent in the Oblivion Curse is the only means in this world that can check and balance Anthony's memory browsing. I don't want him to read it in your head. to any information."

"Otherwise, there is no need for your head to exist."