Harry Potter: Reborn as Lockhart

Chapter 37



Title: Exploring Other Wizarding Worlds...



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I don't pay attention to my sisters, or the rest of my family. A simple Oblivation, a little memory manipulation, and they were good to go. 

This time I only have slight difficulty in changing my mother's memories, but it was done in the end. She is a witch, but she is rusty, the most magic she has used in the last couple of decades is to scrub some pans.

My dad… or if he could even be called that now, I did a little blood work and my assumption was correct. I am not his biological son, so mom did use memory manipulating charms on him.

My real father wasn't anything special either, just some guy mom met while she was drunk. She doesn't even know his name. My mom has a history of cheating on my dad… like recent history… like one week ago she was with another man. Well, that is not my problem so it doesn't matter, though my sisters seem to be dad's real daughters. 


Truly confusing, but I am not about to get into it. I mean even amongst normal people there are always the sloppy second guys, who marry some whore who cheats on them. Then forgive her… and the cycle continues on and on… and on… once a whore, always a whore.


Still, I am contemplating too much about this, but the drive home is boring and I am on autopilot as I talk to my sister. I have been here for under an hour and I am absolutely bored by the normal world already.


I am leaving for another country as soon as we get home and I use Obliviate on my family again. Ugh… I will need to wait a week until I can publish my new book. This will be hell for me. I will miss the Room of Requirements, and everything that it could offer me.



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After going back to my suburban home I smile slightly, being a little nostalgic at the place that I have called home for many years. It feels weird, now I feel like I am uncomfortable in this place now. I guess I never was familiar at all.


I look at my sisters and smile at them as they are talking about some bullsh*t from their school. I wonder if they have started fu*king around already? They are pretty enough to be the classroom pass around. The chicks which will suck you off in a short break.


Another Legilimency probe reveals that nope, they are not. I guess this is a different time and people are more sophisticated, maybe now people lose their virginity to a crackhead wh*re.

Still, being bored with this I play around with my sisters' memories a little bit, I do it all wandless, gotta train a little bit more on that. I have a copy-paste of their memories in case they go braindead. But I am pretty good at mind charms, I have actually had a talent for it ever since I was young. My magic most likely responded to my strong feelings for the mind arts.


I know that I should stop using mind arts too much or I will create a weakness in my arsenal if there is someone who can resist them. I need to actually start being charming instead of taking the short-cut because pretty much just having a crowd around me and I can't use the mind arts. But contrary to it, natural charm can be used always.



"Gil, you have grown so tall." I hear a voice say, and looks towards the neighbor next door. He is an old man, a veteran from the 2nd world war… he is also a closet pervert. Uses binoculars to try and look at my mom's and sister's boobs when they change clothes. 


Well, he is a good person and won't do anything dumb, plus it's not hurting anyone and as a man, I can understand where he is coming from. The Internet isn't a big thing yet so pòrn also isn't public. 



"Yo, Ben, how have you been? Good, I hope, still bothering your daughter by calling her every Thanksgiving?" I ask him casually, I heard that his daughter married a black guy, and at this time and age the old man is quite a little bit racist. 


"Damn right, the bastard is gonna leave my daughter just like his daddy left him. Listen to me Gil, it's in their blood..." And I just tone him out. No need to listen to him anymore, sheesh, people complain the future about how the 80s were good and sh*t… yeah… not really.

Though the old man doesn't go around telling racist sh*t, he does bother anyone who wants to listen.


I just open the front door and walk inside while telling the old man. "Nice talking to you Ben."


Sheesh, no wonder his wife left him, he just nags all the time. 

Anyway, I look at the house and see pictures of us as a family all across the walls. I smile slightly at this as I see a couple of moving pictures too.


This is some nice stuff. I walk along the hallway and take my luggage out of my pocket and enlarge it. 


"Well, I am gonna go rest for a little bit. Call me over when dinner is ready." I tell them and go to the 2nd floor where my room is.


I enter my room and see shelves all over the walls filled with different books on different subjects taught at Hogwarts.



I open my luggage and wave my wand, immediately my cauldron flies out and so do many different utensils. Even a table flies out with snake teeth, carrots, and giant's spit on it. Sometimes I really wonder how the hell was some potion formulas discovered. Did people just go and mix sh*t together randomly? Or was there some instinct at what one ingredient and another ingredient might create when mixed together? 


Honestly the more I learn about magic the more curious I get about it. I even am excited to learn the little needless facts about it, like how the first penis enlarging potion was created. 

Never drinking one of those for sure, one of the ingredients is centaur urine… yeah… how did someone come up with this recipe again? Now I really wanna know who created this potion recipe, sadly the creator didn't associate himself with the potion. I guess leaving behind a legacy of shame wasn't something that he wanted to do.


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It takes me a couple of weeks to set everything in place. But none of that matters as I use the Confundous spell and get a plane ticket to Paris while I am under Polyjuice Potion.

Surprisingly lax security in these things in the (almost) 80s. I guess till 9/11 happened, there was no tight security on planes.

When I arrive in Paris, I open a magical world map for France and go towards a certain alley, in which as soon as I approach I see a gate and enter it.

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On the other side, instead of a building, it is a magical community, just like Diagon Alley. It is called Place Cachée, or as known to the Wizards of Britain, the Diagon Alley of France. 


This entry is more backdoor, as the real entry is a bronze statue that opens the door to Place Cachée when a Wizard or Witch approaches it.


I can see the clean street and well-organized shops. While seemingly medieval-looking also, it gave a more modern-feeling than Diagon Alley.


Now to get into more interesting things...



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AUTHOR NOTE:
This is all cannon by the way, in Magical Beasts and such new movies.