All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced.
Malfoy thought of the sentence he had read before.
Now Lockhart on the stage is proud of himself, obviously everything is caused by him, but now he is ostentatious like a savior, which seems very unfair.
But actually it's fair.
He has already paid a heavy price for this.
Because now maybe only Merlin knows how long Lockhart has to live.
Even in the world where magic exists, there are some laws that need to be obeyed, such as Gamp's basic deformation law, which are vaguely similar to some theorems discovered by physicists in Muggle society in a sense.
That is conservation.
The original Ginny could escape because the diary was destroyed, which can be interpreted as the vitality deprived by the diary was returned to her.
What about Lockhart? Maybe he is not so lucky, because he may have overdrawn his future long before.
In the wizarding world, there are Dumbledore, Voldemort and Grindelwald standing at the top of the pyramid. There should be no dispute about this. They are all "god" figures in terms of mana and spellcasting skills.
As for the second echelon, some of the professors who are proficient in combat in Hogwarts should be counted. Even so, Snape can be regarded as one of the leaders. With the upper hand, Flitwick can retreat unscathed after joining the battle, and his strength should not be underestimated.
So the question is, how much would it cost Lockhart to defeat Snape in a proper duel? Even though Snape may have underestimated the enemy somewhat.
Perhaps this question can only be left to Merlin to answer.
For Voldemort, the leader of a cult, even in his youth, it should be very common for him to master some black magic that overdraws his life and enhances his strength.
Lockhart might have to thank him for being above-average talent, or maybe even now, he wouldn't be able to stand on the stage and brag about achievements that didn't belong to him.
Time travel back to not so long ago.
"Professor, I suggest you pay attention to Lockhart." A hoarse and deep voice came out of Snape's mouth. A first-class wizard would not belittle himself or be infinitely arrogant, and had a clear understanding of his own strength. Snape didn't care as much about winning or losing as the students seemed, even though Ron and Harry thought he had turned terribly pale after the defeat. He cared more about someone's abnormality and someone's safety than winning or losing.
So Snape proposed to Dumbledore after the duel club.
The office was still shrouded in fog, and the silverware kept puffing and puffing smoke. Dumbledore was earnestly tearing off a piece of candy wrapper at the desk, as if he hadn't noticed Snape's suggestion.
"Severus, please help an old man whose hands and feet are not very agile, such as tearing open the candy wrapper for him." Dumbledore didn't even lift his eyelids, and threw a piece of candy in front of him to Severus Nepe.
It's a really clumsy way to change the subject.
With a "da", the sugar fell to the ground. There was a slight thud against the floor, as if to announce Snape's protest.
Obviously, he didn't follow up.
"Oh, well, Severus." Dumbledore felt the anger rising from the man in front of him, even though he remained wordless.
"You are too suspicious." Dumbledore spit out such a sentence slowly, the old and thick voice seemed to have the magic power of calming the mind.
"We don't have the extra energy to care about the strength of a professor. As far as I know, Lockhart was a man of the hour during his school days. Isn't it normal for an excellent student to grow into an excellent teacher?" said Demps Lido said to Snape with a smile.
"But..." Snape gripped his wand tightly.
"I know what you want to say. No matter how good a teacher is, I don't think he can avoid accidents in class. After all, it's his first class, so nervousness is inevitable." Dumbledore took a look at Snape and continued: "I don't think you can guarantee that Neville Longbottom will not make a mistake in class, can you?"
"But..." Snape wanted to continue, but was interrupted again by Dumbledore.
"Professor Snape, my suggestion is that you'd better pay more attention to your potion. After the mandrake is mature, you will have to rely on you to make the potion." Dumbledore's tone became more serious, and he seemed to be thinking about it. The students who were petrified themselves.
"Very well, Mr. Principal, I think you will be satisfied."
Snape didn't insist anymore, he threw back his voluminous robe, and strode towards the door, but when he was about to step out of the door with his last foot, there was still a hint of surprise hidden under his cold tone. Palpitating rage.
"It's just that I hope that next time you look for the potion I prepared, it doesn't have the word resurrection as a prefix."
After finishing speaking, the door of the office quietly and automatically closed, but under the calm, there might be undercurrents surging.
"Waste is not a behavior worth advocating."
Dumbledore sighed softly, while groping to pick up the candy that fell just now, and dusted off the dust on it. Then I started looking for a place where I could tear open the package.
"It's stabbed." The package was torn open.
Unlike the situation that was a headache just now, now Dumbledore seems to be able to handle it with ease.
Whether he was pretending to be crazy just now, or using magic now, maybe only this old man knows this.