Tom glanced at Lockhart and asked Peter, "Have your psychiatrists and pastors resolved it? If not, I have a good candidate here."

Peter looked at Lockhart who was quietly sitting in the corner studying the pattern of the plate, and immediately replied: "No, there is just one person missing."

They are actually recruiting a psychologist, and the pastor is also in contact, and they all have more specific goals. But the second boss has spoken, so of course he has to give this face. Even if it is found, it is not found.

Lockhart's face was stiff, "Actually, you can seriously consider—"

"I've already decided that you will be the priest." Tom stared at Lockhart's eyes, his right eye had a faint tendency to turn into a snake's pupil, "There is no second option."

The words in Peter's ears were saying that Lockhart was the only priest candidate, but Lockhart knew very well that Tom was warning him that the only way he could choose was the prison priest.

Either stay in the prison and be a pastor who counsels the prisoners, or...

Lockhart was about to burst into tears: how could there be such an evil little wizard! Is this really Dumbledore's student? It looks white on the outside, but the inside is full of black hearts!

Lockhart raised his head pitifully and looked into Tom's eyes. Seeing that his expression was getting colder and his eyes were becoming more and more like snake pupils, Lockhart didn't dare to talk nonsense and quickly expressed his approval.

"But I don't have professional skills..." He was still rambling on.

"The prisoners here don't need to pray to you, you just need to let them forget the painful memories." Tom blocked Lockhart's escape route firmly.

He looked at Peter on the side, "Go and give our Reverend Lockhart a haircut. Men in prison are not allowed to have long hair, just shave him bald."

Lockhart:!

"Wait! No!" He almost jumped out of his chair. "I agree! You can't, you can't touch my hair!"

Tom asked strangely: "Why can't I? I am the master of this prison."

He gave Peter a wink, and the latter understood, stood up immediately, and held Lockhart firmly.

"Change your hairstyle and start a new life from now on." After saying this to Lockhart, Tom waved his hand, signaling Peter to take Lockhart down to shave his head.

Lockhart struggled and howled, but he couldn't break free from Peter's powerful clutches. Hearing Lockhart's voice fade away, a smile appeared on the corner of Tom's mouth: Laogai should look like Laogai! Forcibly shaving off Lockhart's proud hair is a powerful enough blow to make him understand that Tom's will is absolute here.

Shaving your hair is a good choice. This trick is used in prisons almost all over the world. Tom has no reason not to learn from it.

Peter dragged Lockhart out of the dining room, and then gave a wink to the jailer standing outside, and two people followed immediately, dragging Lockhart into the confinement room.

There was only one chair in the confinement room, and the jailer pressed Lockhart on the chair and bound his hands and feet.

"Please," Lockhart struggled twice, but the jailer's technique was very professional, and he was firmly tied to the chair, unable to move at all, "No, don't shave my hair off!"

Lockhart burst into tears: If he didn't have this charming blond hair, how would he look at people? If they were all shaved off, it would be ugly!

But the guards in the White Dolphin Prison are hard-hearted people, and they don't care about the prisoners' pleas at all.

Peter entered the brig with a clipper and a pair of scissors, handing the tools to the two guards.

"Clean shave," he ordered, and Lockhart showed a desperate expression upon hearing his words. His long hair has been kept for a long time, and he usually trims it carefully, and he will feel distressed for a long time if he shaves off an extra strand, but today he will be savagely and roughly shaved off.

It would be a real pity if it died. The jailer on the side reached out and stroked Lockhart's soft blond hair, thinking in his heart. But he was not slow to start, first he took the scissors and cut a few times, cutting off the longer part of the hair. After that, I sprayed some water on the remaining hair, applied some body wash, and brushed it a few times with a clipper, and the pieces of hair fell to the ground.

"No!!" Lockhart wailed as he felt the cold blade and heard the sound of hair falling to the ground.

Tom was passing by the door of the confinement room with a food box. At this time, Lockhart moaned like asking for help: "Please forgive me, I can't take it anymore, don't shave... Leave me some..."

After a few minutes, the door of the confinement room opened, and two jailers came out from inside. When they saw Tom and Peter, they immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Bring him out." Tom wanted to see what Lockhart looked like with his head shaved.

The two guards obeyed and dragged the half-dead Lockhart out of the room. At this moment, Lockhart's lips were pale, his face was stained with tears, and there were still a few golden hair residues on his face. He was still muttering: "Forgive me...I was wrong..."

Lockhart was still conscious, but after his hair was shaved, he no longer dared to look into other people's eyes. It seemed that not only his hair was shaved off. He felt chilly on the top of his head now, and a sense of shame welled up in his heart, as if he had been stripped naked and presented in front of others. But... besides shame, there seems to be something else? A strange emotion spread like weeds in Lockhart's heart.

Tom looked up his head and saw that his well-manicured curls had been shaved clean, leaving the crown bald and barren, almost gleaming.

Not to mention, after being shaved bald, his head looked extraordinarily smooth and clean.

"Look, how energetic you are." Tom took out a mirror and showed Lockhart a look. Looking at himself in the mirror, Lockhart whimpered.

"If your performance is good~lightnovelpub.net~ I can also consider letting your hair grow back, you know our ability." Tom leaned into Lockhart's ear and whispered to him.

This is a slap in the face and a sweet date. Tom didn't want to push too hard, either. People, there must be hope. Tom is building a hope for Lockhart now, giving him a little hope.

Lockhart raised his head all of a sudden, with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"However, you really have to perform well, very well, to be rewarded." Tom left the prison after leaving this sentence. Before leaving, he signaled Peter to keep Lockhart under strict supervision.

As for whether Lockhart will escape? Tom is not afraid of this. Lockhart could only use the Oblivion Charm when he held a wand, what else could he do without a wand? A wizard without a wand is like a poisonous snake whose teeth have been pulled out, with no ability to resist.

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