Lockhart appeared on the battlefield.
Aside from his completely out-of-place outfit, the excitement on his face and the way he strolled around so casually made people wonder whether this was really a battlefield where someone could die at any moment, or his own back garden.
It had to be said.
If Draco and the members of the Order of the Phoenix locked in fierce battle had not drawn away most of the attention, Lockhart might have been noticed long ago.
After all, this version of Lockhart was undoubtedly the brightest presence on the battlefield.
He pressed down the top hat on his head.
After casually sending a Werewolf that had tried to ambush him flying, Lockhart lifted his eyes toward Draco's battlefield. "Wonderful... I can hardly wait!"
"Follow the Young Master's plan... disgusting... damned..."
As Lockhart muttered to himself, a low, hoarse voice reached his ears, along with some indistinct grumbling.
It turned out that by Lockhart's feet stood an easily overlooked House-elf.
It was a House-elf with a gloomy aura clinging to him. Kreacher!
Come to think of it, ever since disappearing from the Draco Constellation base, Kreacher had vanished without a trace. Who would have thought he had actually been staying with Lockhart?
The flashy Lockhart.
The hatred-filled Kreacher.
If they had not shared the same purpose and goal, it was hard to imagine these two ever having much of an intersection in this life.
Let alone appearing together on a day like this.
Lockhart, who had long known how strange Kreacher could be, completely ignored the latter's barely audible muttering. Instead, he lightly waved the wand in his hand. "Yes, yes~ There's still proper business to attend to. But before that, we have to find the important 'treasure' our dear Dark Lord hid away."
Treasure?
Although it was not clear what treasure Lockhart meant, judging by Lockhart's eager expression and Kreacher's trembling body, that treasure was clearly something extremely important to Voldemort.
Lockhart tossed a pitch-black unidentified object in his hand.
Then he seemed to spot something. "Oh my~ Found it~"
His unreliable tone rose slightly.
It seemed he had successfully found the target of this trip.
And that was the strange giant serpent currently facing off against Norberta.
If memory served, that giant serpent should be the one that had been on Voldemort just now.
...
Boom, boom, boom!
As time passed, Voldemort, who still could not take Draco down, gradually began to lose his patience.
Harry Potter, Severus Snape, and the wizards of Hogwarts were all targets he intended to eliminate.
More importantly, Voldemort had already noticed that his subordinates had actually fallen into a hard battle.
Voldemort, who had originally intended to spare Draco's life, no longer continued holding back.
Darkness.
Malice.
A pitch-black aura suddenly poured out from Voldemort's body.
Only when magic reached a certain level could it be made tangible enough to be clearly seen by the naked eye.
Facing such overwhelming power head-on, even Draco could not help pausing for an instant. "So... this is your full strength?!"
Faster magic.
Even more unpredictable movement.
In that instant, the pressure on Draco suddenly became immense.
Realizing it was time to risk everything, Draco tightened his grip on the wand in his hand and erupted with an aura that was no weaker.
This was the technique Draco had mastered.
Magical power surge!