The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Lockhart still remembered that day.

It was Christmas night, and he suddenly received a package at home. To be honest, he was a little tired of unpacking. He had been unpacking packages for a day, and they were all trinkets sent by various fans.

The items sent in by fans are either directly available for purchase, or they are homemade magical movable dolls of small snow monsters, werewolves, etc.

There were also letters, and various "books" which they thought would be of interest to the learned Mr. Lockhart.

Of course, as a big star, he will still open these packages and reply to fans one by one to express his gratitude.

Only in this way will the stickiness of fans become stronger and stronger.

He was half lying on the sofa, watching a new package arrive.

The package was a rectangle about ten inches high and six feet wide. Lockhart only took one look and knew that it must be some kind of doll statue or something.

Out of habit, he first looked at the gift giver.

"Quirinus Quirrell?!"

It turned out to be a gift from that mysterious partner.

Lockhart suddenly became interested and quickly opened the package. Inside was a wooden box of equal volume. There was a letter sandwiched between the wooden box and the package.

Lockhart did not rush to open the wooden box. He opened the letter first and read it.

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Gilderoy Lockhart

My dear friend, I hope He can guide you when you are confused. If you don’t know what to call Him, please remember to call Him “Father-Cthulhu.”

Quirinus Chilo

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The content of the letter was very short. Lockhart glanced at it and shook it off. What kind of guidance was there?

It couldn't be a "Book of Prophecy" or a "Prophecy Ball" with some weird magic attached to it. Lockhart twitched the corner of his mouth. He had learned a lot of those painful things.

After opening the wooden box, I saw a pottery statue inside.

Pottery statue?

Lockhart was confused. Then he carefully took out the pottery statue.

"this……"

Lockhart couldn't help feeling disgusted from the bottom of his heart just by looking at this pottery statue.

The pottery statue is about seven to eight inches tall and resembles a vaguely humanoid monster.

It has a head like an octopus...a face with tentacles...a rubbery torso covered in scales...and long and narrow wings attached to its back.

This thing simply doesn't look like it was made by human hands.

Why?

Lockhart did not believe that the normal human mind could have thought of such an image and carved it out.

"Loving father! What the hell." Lockhart put the pottery statue aside. "This thing can still guide me. Hey, that's not the joke."

Lockhart lay on the sofa again. He couldn't help but feel queasy and sick from the first sight of the pottery statue. In addition, the too weird image also made him feel palpitated.

Shaking his head, Lockhart stood up from the sofa.

"Fuck, this Quirrell thing has ruined my good mood all day." Lockhart roared in the empty room as if to cheer him up, and unknowingly walked upstairs.

It's time to go to bed, really, let's get over this bad day!

However, the next day, Lockhart glanced at the pottery statue uncontrollably.

It's still ugly and disgusting.

He locked the pottery statue in the cabinet.

On the third day, he opened the cabinet uncontrollably.

Holding the pottery statue, his fingers traced the streamlined octopus head on the pottery statue, all the way to the tentacles.

"It seems...it seems pretty good," Lockhart commented truthfully. "It has an indescribable 'aesthetics'."

On the sixth day, Lockhart placed it on his desk.

On the twelfth day, Lockhart began to wipe it idly, humming a tune composed of the word "Cthulhu" unconsciously.

On the twentieth day, Lockhart felt that he should respect the statue and began to take the initiative to add "father" to his title.

On the thirtieth day, he began to complain to the statue and pour out his feelings...

On the fiftieth day, he began to believe from the bottom of his heart...

Today, in Dumbledore's office, when he had no way out, he suddenly thought of his god.

Yes!

Only God can save me...

"Ask whatever you want!" Lockhart slumped in his chair, despair on his face.

"First of all, where is my bird?" Lind asked this question again. Until now, Andersen has not shown up, saying that he is not worried, which is a lie.

"It flew away!" Lockhart said irritably, "You have already asked this question once. If you don't want to believe me, then do we still need to ask this question in the future? Besides, why should I lie to you? Could it be that I want to be given truth serum?"

Lind looked at Lockhart's irritable appearance and remained unmoved. Instead, he looked left and right at Dumbledore and Snape.

Neither of them reacted.

Then there should be no lies!

"What is your relationship with Quirrell!"

Lockhart said helplessly, "For a deal, just provide him with some of your information." As he said, Lockhart stretched his hand to his waist, "I still have the letter he gave me here..."

Lind looked at Lockhart's action of putting his hand into his pocket, which was inexplicably strange.

Doesn't he like to keep all his important things in the office? For example, the previous manuscripts, the pottery statue of Mr. C, etc.

"Pottery statue?!"

He still doesn't know what effect the pottery statue of Mr. C will have on ordinary people!

Linde's eyes were stern, and he wanted to pounce on him, "Stop him, he is related to C..."

Lockhart's obviously weak body suddenly surged with unreasonable power, and he jumped away, leaving Linde empty-handed. At the same time, his right hand took out the pottery statue from his waist bag,

"Great Father - Cthulhu, please guide me! What should I do."

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. Dumbledore and Snape reacted quickly and immediately raised their wands to cast a binding spell.

But they were still a step late...

There was such a universe, which was created by the dream of the Supreme God: the God of Blindness and Stupidity - Azathoth.

In this universe born from the dream, one supreme life form after another appeared.

If you want to find a general name for them, you can call them - God.

But the gods of this world are very different from the gods we usually understand. The gods of this world never care about low-level life forms like "human beings".

Since ancient times, the "gods favoring the world" in myths and legends are all human beings' self-willingness. In the eyes of gods, humans are just a bug, no. More than that, it should be said that they are just a speck of dust.

God does not care how a speck of dust worships Him. Correspondingly, if a speck of human dust wants to understand a god that transcends its "concept", then he will definitely fall into death or madness.

There are only two possibilities for Lockhart's behavior in that universe. Either nothing will happen, or... it will bring unspeakable horror.

But in this world, Lockhart's behavior seems to have some effect.

Because the god he worships and one of his followers in this world stand beside him.