It is said that Lockhart had an angelic first love. It is said that she was as innocent and pure as snow, as soft and beautiful as violets, as kind and cute as a little white rabbit, and she would always stand deep in people's memories wearing that long white dress.
It is said that her life was rough and miserable. She was abused by her parents when she was young, isolated from her classmates at school, and even her crush, the only light of hope, was eventually extinguished.
It is said that she was in love with Lockhart for six years, and finally committed suicide in a valley where violets were blooming... Wait, huh? Holy shit! She's not dead! !
Violet: You, the novelists, are not talking nonsense. This story is purely fictitious. It is true and unadulterated! ! ! !
Hermione: (starry eyes) Oh! You are Lockhart's lover. What is it like to be in love with him?
Violet: (Just, just write a story and act it out, let's make do, and you can still run away) The kind that wants to thank Merlin every day.
Harry: (hesitating) Uh... Do you really like Lockhart? Do you like him... Where?
Violet: (Good question, I don't know) I like everything about him.
Ron: (thinking) What do you think of your love?
Violet: (You and I are not meant to be together, so we all rely on him to add drama) Maybe this is a match made in heaven.
Snape: (smirk) Oh, isn't this our nation's first love, the Violet Girl, Miss Rosier?
Violet: (Please stop talking!!!) Thank you for your compliment, thank you.
Dumbledore: Violet, you're going to be kidnapped, why don't you blink.
Violet: (I thought so too, but he promised to give me the income from the entire book, which starts at one million galleons) I'm fine, I'm fine.
Lockhart: Let's go! Go to the dance! Show affection! This will definitely get us in the headlines tomorrow!
Violet:…………(I won't speak, no matter who is speechless, don't say anything)
Violet, twenty years old, has lived her life peacefully. She considers her life to be ordinary and unremarkable, with nothing worth mentioning. The only thing she can say is that she accidentally lost her memory for ten years, but two sentences are enough to sum it up.
Then, one day she woke up and found that she was dead in every aspect!
The male protagonist Lockhart can be regarded as an ordinary sand sculpture.
Purpose: Don't write blindly when writing a book