Charlie had thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect an unexpected bonus.
Lockhart's classes were incredibly boring.
Charlie directly manipulated him to teach students dirty tricks (crossed out), or rather, to teach them advanced dueling techniques for the Dueling Club.
This included, but was not limited to, groin kicks, monkey steals the peach, eye gouging, hair pulling, and ear biting.
He didn't gain any tyrant points when he cursed Lockhart because Lockhart made the first move; self-defense naturally doesn't count as being a foolish monarch.
However, by teaching students nonsense, Charlie's tyrant points shot up.
[Your Majesty is misleading the youth, tyrant points +5+5+5]
If Charlie had to say, how was he misleading the youth? This was far more useful than Lockhart's lectures.
When Snape passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, he heard Lockhart's voice coming from inside.
"Remember, in a duel, nothing is off-limits."
"If your opponent is taller than you, kick him in the groin."
"If he's shorter than you, poke him in the eyes."
"Fighting isn't dancing; don't talk about grace."
Snape froze in place. What the hell was he teaching?
Dumbledore, this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor you found! You must give me a perfect explanation!
On February 14th, as Charlie walked into the Great Hall, he stopped dead in his tracks.
The four walls of the Great Hall were covered with large pink flowers.
Heart-shaped confetti floated down from the ceiling.
At first glance, Charlie thought it was the lobby of a magic-themed couples' hotel.
Lockhart stood at the teachers' table, wearing a pink robe and a brilliant smile.
"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!"
His voice echoed through the Great Hall.
"So far, 46 people have sent me cards. I know you're envious, but don't worry, you'll get some too."
Ron rolled his eyes below and said to Harry beside him.
"I bet those 46 people are definitely not from our school; they haven't taken his class."
Charlie saw this and helplessly rubbed his forehead.
Imperio only made Lockhart's will submit to Charlie, obeying Charlie's words unconditionally, but it didn't change his inherent personality.
So Charlie wasn't surprised that Lockhart would do such a thing.
Lockhart clapped his hands.
"I want to thank everyone for their kindness and have taken the liberty of arranging a small surprise for you all."
Twelve gloomy-faced dwarfs walked in from the foyer.
Their faces were terribly grim, and their eyes were full of resentment.
Charlie guessed that their faces were so grim because Lockhart forced them to wear golden wings, carry harps, and cosplay as Cupids.
Lockhart spread his arms.
"Today, these friendly little Cupids will deliver Valentine's Day cards for everyone at school."
He paused, his smile growing brighter.
"If any of you need help, you can also consult a Professor."
"For example, asking Professor Snape how to brew a love potion."
"Asking Professor McGonagall how to transfigure exquisite gifts."
"Asking Professor Flitwick how to use illusion magic."
Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall turned their heads, too embarrassed to look at Lockhart anymore.
Professor Snape's fork was directly twisted out of shape in his hand; he looked like he wanted to pour a ton of poison down Lockhart's throat.
Charlie sat at the Hufflepuff long table and picked up a piece of bread.
He took a bite, mentally calculating how to avoid those dwarfs today. He absolutely couldn't get entangled in a public confession by these things; that would be too socially mortifying, what's the difference from being dragged on the ground?
However, before breakfast in the Great Hall was even over, a dwarf ran up to Charlie.
The dwarf was wearing pink clothes, with wings flapping behind him.
He held a card in his hand, but his face was very grim, and his attitude was aggressive, just like a worker driven mad by work.
"Mr. Charlie White, someone has sent you a card."
Charlie put down his bread and stared at the dwarf.
"No, thank you."
The dwarf seemed not to hear, and began to pluck his harp on his own.
"I have a heartfelt confession with musical accompaniment to deliver to you."
Charlie shook his head frantically and turned to leave.
"Thank you, no, I refuse."
The dwarf reached out and grabbed Charlie, not wanting him to leave.
Ernie and Justin nearby didn't offer to help; they were all holding back laughter, watching the show.
Charlie gritted his teeth, muttering, "Damn ungrateful jerks, just wait, I'll have these dwarfs deliver love letters to you all later, if I die, we all die together!"
Before he could get rid of this one dwarf, several more ran over.
They surrounded Charlie, chattering non-stop.
To the accompaniment of one dwarf's harp, they each began to recite their confessions of love.
"Charlie, your eyes sparkle like stars, your smile makes my heart race..."
"Charlie, I dream of you every night, your voice echoes in my ears..."
Charlie's forehead veins bulged. Can you imagine what it's like to have several demonic Boggarts saying sweet nothings in front of you?
Damn Lockhart, couldn't he have hired some quality Veela?
Charlie stood up and drew his wand.
"Enough."
The dwarfs froze.
Charlie waved his wand, and vines shot out from the ground.
The vines wrapped around the dwarfs' ankles, hanging them upside down in mid-air.
The dwarfs struggled, screaming.
"Put me down!"
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
Charlie ignored them and turned to leave.
He didn't think for a moment that any girl would actually confess in such a way.
Wait, it wouldn't be a guy, would it?
Charlie felt a chill.
Rather than a confession, he was more willing to believe it was the Weasley Twins messing with him.
To avoid these dwarfs, Charlie hid in his undetectable extension trunk.
At the same time, he frantically sent cards to the dwarfs, addressed to Ernie, Justin, Harry, Ron, George, Fred... The card content was as sappy and disgusting as possible, dragging everyone down with him.
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