Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

This is why Lockhart's words contain a hint of respect.

Anyone who has a belief that they can devote their whole life to, and a belief that can bring dawn to human civilization, should be respected.

Moreover, Schovnovich is also a fighter.

He has not given up yet, he is still persevering, and he is still promoting that bright moment to everyone in the world.

In his heart, maybe the polar bear will never die.

Lockhart thought to himself that as a wizard who also had faith, he showed his respect for the Muggle in front of him.

This is an old warrior, a fighter struggling alone in the darkness.

Schovnovich nodded, and then poured another glass of vodka into his stomach.

The warm feeling made Schovnovich feel a hint of drunkenness.

In a daze, he seemed drunk.

"We once had people like you."

He paused, met Lockhart's fiery eyes, and continued.

"I have seen our wizards before. They are wearing beautiful military uniforms and holding fancy little sticks in their hands."

As he said this, Schovnovich laughed, as if he had thought of some of the things that had happened.

Something worth remembering that will bring him happiness.

"At that time, we all thought the sticks they had were really just sticks."

"No one thought that it would be a powerful weapon."

"Magic is really an incredible power. They say it is also a power that materialism can explain. It's just that they are in the hands of some special people, while most other humans cannot grasp it for some reason."

Xiaovnovich spoke slowly, his eyes full of blurred colors.

Lockhart followed suit and opened a bottle of vodka, even though he didn't like the spirit.

But under the circumstances at this moment, Lockhart decided to do as the Romans do.

He took a sip first, then coughed twice.

He has never liked strong drinks, but this time, in this bitter cold winter, only this vodka is the best match.

Schovnovich said as he watched Lockhart taste the vodka.

Occasionally he would laugh out loud when he said something happy.

Lockhart, on the other hand, took two sips of vodka and watched the old man talk attentively about his past memories.

There seemed to be light in his eyes.

That light is the light of faith, brought together by many people.

That is hope, the last resistance, and the yearning for a better life in the future.

Lockhart watched, gradually becoming fascinated by it.

Tonight is still very long, there is still a lot of wine, and the story can be told slowly.

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"Then, I'll leave. There have been so many interruptions today."

Lockhart held his wand and bowed slightly to Schovnovitch in front of him.

This warrior deserves this, deserves his bow.

"No, I should be the one to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might have continued to be confused."

"It was your appearance that made me believe that faith will never die. It is still there, in the hearts of all of us, and in the hearts of many people."

Schovnovich said with eyes shining.

How could his lifelong persistence and lifelong faith die so easily.

If you don’t try it, how can you know the future?

Lockhart nodded with a smile, echoing Schovnovich's words.

"Yes, it's still there, still in all of our hearts."

"It will not go out. Its disappearance now is just for a better appearance in the future. Victory will eventually belong to us."

Lockhart was very excited as he spoke, and the two of them stood together.

It's like a new person is taking over the torch that represents the best dream in the world from this old man.

The light on the torch still shines, as if it has not been affected by the death of the polar bear.

But everyone has to know that the future Lockhart has changed.

His faith and the belief in his heart were not truly solidified until this moment.

He will no longer fear any danger or difficulty.

It can't be said that he is not afraid, but he already has the determination to face them.

"Then let's end it now. It's time for you to leave."

Schovnovich sighed and said.

"Of course, it's time to leave, and the fire must continue to be inherited."

"Only by not forgetting can we keep the faith in our hearts burning and let more people know its beauty."

"Those people would never have imagined that the fire of truth has not disappeared, it is still in the hearts of each of us."

Lockhart said it very seriously.

His words were not just for Schovnovich.

More, he also told himself.

He will become the new Prometheus who will pass on this fire.

"Please, Comrade Gilderoy!"

Schovnovich grabbed his hand with a very solemn expression on his face.

Lockhart was startled for a moment, then nodded sharply.

"Leave it to me, Comrade Shavnovich."

"This time, the fire of faith will not only burn one polar bear, it will eventually burn the whole world."

"This is our ultimate goal, and we are destined to fight for it throughout our lives."

Lockhart's words were still in his ears, but his mind had drifted away.

He recalled what Lothar said to him when he was at Hogwarts.

Equality should not be just an empty talk.

Maybe we will never achieve true equality.

But I hope that we can give the next generation a fairer environment.

An era where they would not be proud of their bloodline, but would be proud of the knowledge they possess.

This is destined to be full of hardships, because those conservative and stubborn pure-blood elements will not let us destroy their superior rights so easily.

The throne they spent hundreds of years forging for themselves would not be given up easily.

You must be mentally prepared, many of us will die in this great war.

Their sacrifice will make future generations remember them even more, and their sacrifice is meaningful.

The words Lothar said were still echoing in his ears.

For the first time, Lockhart felt what responsibility was.

This time, he wants to stay in this country.

If possible, he wanted to help those wizards rebuild their faith.

Faith has never disappeared, it is always in the hearts of people.

"For equality and for the new era, we will not admit defeat."

Lockhart murmured to himself. He glanced at the sky, and his whole body turned into black smoke and flew into the sky.

He already knew the gathering place where the former wizards of polar bears lived, and he wanted to find them.

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