stonecrandall Chapter 86 Mind Hat
Chapter 86 Mind Hat
Chapter 86 Mind Hat
"Brain tissue?" Lockhart swallowed hard, asking incredulously.
Kane nodded.
"What kind of strange code name is that? Like, what kind of stone is called brain tissue?"
Kane shook his head.
"Hiss...can animal products really replace them?"
"It's highly unlikely. I think humans are more spiritual."
As soon as Kane finished speaking, Lockhart across from him suddenly raised his wand. Although he could only remember a fraction of the offensive wands he used, what was that saying again? His Oblivion Charm was not necessarily a bad thing.
But less than a second later, a slender, shadowy claw gently grabbed his wand and abruptly pulled it away.
"Don't be so rude. What if you really have a seizure and go off the rails? I didn't say I was using your brain."
Kane then stuffed the jellyfish and Lockhart's wand into the little pumpkin's belly.
"We've got the jellyfish now. Let's go find the brain tissue."
As he spoke, he mounted his flying broomstick again and patted the spot behind Lockhart.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry about that. Um, Kane, could you give me back my wand?" Lockhart said somewhat awkwardly as he sat back down on the broom.
"Unfortunately, of course not." Kane glanced back and saw that Little Pumpkin was perfectly stuck on the flying broomstick. He suddenly accelerated, and with a bang, Kane and Lockhart soared into the sky.
The poor little raft, however, shattered into pieces and sank to the bottom of the sea.
evening...
Two unexpected guests arrived in an obscure little town in England.
"Two king-size beds in one room, or one double room."
Lockhart easily found the most respectable hotel in the small town, and while leaning against the counter chatting with the girl behind it, he retrieved the room key.
"Have a nice day, darling." Lockhart said, and was about to lead Kane back to the room they had just booked when he suddenly remembered something. He patted Kane on the shoulder and added to the girl at the counter, "This child is my friend's child, don't get me wrong. Anyway, if you need anything, feel free to come to me."
"Of course, darling."
The girl behind the counter glanced at Lockhart with a slightly shy expression, while Kane, who witnessed everything, didn't say the words he should have said long ago until after the two of them returned to their room.
"Beast."
"No, no, no, Kane, this isn't being a beast; it's a necessary attitude towards life. Besides, I don't think you have the right to judge me. I'm more curious about how many girlfriends you had during your freshman year?"
"In fact, Lockhart, not one."
As soon as Kane finished speaking, Lockhart's expression turned serious, and he sat up solemnly from his leisurely lying position on the bed.
"Boy friend?"
"No, not really." The shadow behind Kane twisted suddenly, and he threw the can of coffee that he had just stolen from a passerby with a frog toward Lockhart.
"Oh my god." Lockhart caught the bottle of coffee. "Kane, you're so handsome? Why? Even with that horned hat that doesn't exactly scream 'handsome,' it shouldn't be like this!"
"Maybe it's because I don't want to become a good-for-nothing who can only pick up girls and write articles and accomplish nothing else," Kane said with a helpless shrug.
"If Dumbledore knew you said that, he definitely wouldn't be happy about it," Lockhart murmured hesitantly after hearing Kane's blunt words.
"You're overthinking it. In short, you've overestimated Dumbledore's integrity. Once you signed the magical contract with him beforehand, he promptly sold you out. He said you were a good-for-nothing with no real skills. Overall, this trip is mainly about my experience. As for me being with you, it's just to fulfill the requirements of the magical contract."
"Dumbledore really said that?" Lockhart asked.
"Why don't you write a letter to him yourself?" Kane said, standing by the window and looking around. He quickly found the town's supermarket and planned to go out to buy some things and ask around about the location of the local cemetery.
"Didn't expect my reputation to crumble like this?" Lockhart saw Kane about to leave, and he put on his coat, showing none of the previous dejected look.
But upon closer reflection, it makes sense. There are definitely plenty of smart people in the English wizarding world, and almost all of them graduated from Hogwarts.
What was Lockhart's performance like at school, and why did his skills improve dramatically after leaving Hogwarts, turning him into a famous adventurer?
Those established pure-blood families? And powerful mixed-race upstarts?
And those Hogwarts professors, who are almost all top-notch in their respective fields, almost all knew that Gilderoy Lockhart was a good-for-nothing.
Dumbledore was naturally aware of the deal between the two of them. Dumbledore tacitly allowed Lockhart to use his position and some privileges at Hogwarts to help him exploit others, while Lockhart became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in name only.
I should attend classes, the young wizards should study on their own, and I'm just here to appease most of the ignorant wizard parents.
The moment those parents saw that their child's professor was a powerful, arrogant, and formidable adventurer, it was enough to stop them from frantically sending shouting letters to Dumbledore's office every day.
Almost everyone in the magical world, even those at the highest levels, knew he was a complete idiot.
But so what? So many people already know, are we afraid of Kane saying a few truths?
If Lockhart were really that sensitive, he would have already smashed his head against the pudding.
Meanwhile, Kane, after tying his shoelaces, glanced at Lockhart, who was already dressed, and said, "Hiss... what's wrong with you now?"
"I'm gathering material for my new book," Lockhart said, waving the notebook in his hand. "After all, this book is about you and Lockhart, so I need to know the background of your visit."
Lockhart wanted to know, and Kane didn't mince words, saying directly, "Because when I was flying in the sky this afternoon, I saw a death row inmate being executed in the back mountains. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be in his coffin by now. I was thinking that if the bullet didn't do too much damage to his head, I might be able to take advantage of the situation while it's still fresh."
Lockhart: "....."
...This can't be written into the book.
Soon, the two opened the door and went to the supermarket across from the hotel.
On the way to the supermarket, Kane started glancing at Lockhart every few steps, and the moment he picked up a pen and paper, he exuded a strange scholarly air.
Kane's face showed a strange expression, and even when he suddenly stomped his foot, Lockhart's hand holding the pen trembled violently.
This intense record remained exactly the same from the moment I left the hotel room until I arrived at the supermarket counter; nothing changed.
"If you ask me, Lockhart, if you could channel your current energy into other things, you'd succeed at anything." Kane said, placing two bottles of coffee, two bottles of mineral water, and two large loaves of bread on the counter.
I then picked up a map of England from the shelf next to the counter.
Yes, it's necessary because this town has a cemetery, so it needs to be marked so that if we ever need anything in the future, we can come here and have a delicious meal.
"Hello, could you please circle the address of this town for me?" Kane's cloyingly sweet voice made the cashier girl's heart flutter, and she readily fulfilled his request.
After putting the map away, Kane was about to take out his money when Lockhart, whom he had initially thought was just a random passerby, suddenly did something that made him the protagonist.
He generously took out his wallet and paid the bill.
Wow, this good-for-nothing has suddenly become quite handsome.
After leaving the supermarket, Kane raised an eyebrow at Lockhart: "Well, while being a professor isn't necessarily reliable, as an adult, you're probably qualified."
"Thank you, Kane. After all this time, I've finally heard a compliment from you." Lockhart yawned after saying this, and continued, "You know what, Kane, I already regret sending you. Although your role as the second protagonist in the new book will bring a lot of plot to it, inevitably, these plots won't make me happy."
On the street, Lockhart, walking behind, suddenly spoke to Kane, who was walking in front.
"Huh? You're not happy even though you're making Galleons?" Kane asked in surprise.
"After all, I write books to receive praise, but from the very beginning until now, the only praise you've given me is that last sentence: 'As an adult, I'm still reliable.'" Lockhart gave a helpless, bitter laugh. After saying that, he planned to return to the hotel, only to find that Kane, who was walking ahead of him, wasn't heading towards the hotel at all, but in another direction.
The hill behind this town.
Soon, the sun had completely set, and Kane squatted alone on the mountainside behind the mountain, a campfire burning beside him.
Lockhart, on the other hand, was sent back to the hotel to watch his luggage.
Soon, it was late at night, and the light from the campfire on the back mountain was rather dazzling. Kane deliberately used the shadows to cover himself, and in a very unhealthy manner, he peered at the cemetery not far away.
Perhaps the man's death was not honorable, so few people came to pay their respects during the day. It wasn't until evening that a few people came and went.
Soon, as the last person left the cemetery, Kane finally couldn't resist using his little shovel. He leaped down on his flying broomstick and immediately began his tomb raiding.
At this moment, Kane was working unusually hard, full of energy. After quickly bringing the coffin back to light, he took a deep breath.
This time, it's different from the previous time when I just tapped next to the tombstone with a shovel. This time, it's a real necromancer unpacking, and the scene is a bit more bizarre.
Forget it, let's do it!
Much later...
Lockhart, who was proofreading text in his hotel room, heard a knock on the door. He called out, "Coming!" and walked towards the door. After opening the door, his gaze inevitably drifted downwards.
Rue!!!
Poor Lockhart, he inevitably felt nauseous.
On the other hand, Kane didn't care about any of that. He sat down next to the little pumpkin, took out all the materials one by one, and quickly made the Mind Hat by hand.
Overall, it's the body of a jellyfish with a dead person's brain inside, secured to the head with a rope.
It's so abstract that...
Lockhart, who had just felt a bit better after vomiting in the bathroom, leaned against the wall as he walked out. Then he glanced at Kane wearing the Mind Hat, rolled his eyes, twitched, and passed by.
"Ha, the incredibly weak Lockhart." Kane chuckled, rubbing his throbbing temples.
In short, after a whole day of work, I've finally upgraded my precious broom to its complete form!