The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Wow!

Roha has truly witnessed how amazing animated photos of the magical world are, and how crazy witch fans in the magical world can be.

Holding that extremely discordant photo in his hand, he involuntarily swallowed hard. Even though he lived alone in a huge magical mansion, he couldn't help but check if anyone was around him.

Obviously, there won't be anyone else.

The house is protected by powerful defensive magic, so even if some wizards could turn into insects, they couldn't fly in.

"I hope you can guide me on how to deal with the bugs in my house. Those things make me so itchy when they crawl on my skin..."

He read the contents of the fan letter, pinched his nose, and tried his best to look serious as he quickly searched through Lockhart's memories for ways to deal with this pest.

Yes.

Roha time-traveled!

He traveled back in time to Gilderoy Lockhart.

Completely different from his image in the movies, Lockhart was only 27 years old when Harry Potter was in his second year, and had just graduated from Hogwarts 9 years ago.

In just nine years, Lockhart, who came from a poor mixed-race wizarding family, traveled the world, personally dealt with more than a dozen powerful wizards, stole their experiences, compiled, edited, and produced more than a dozen best-selling books, becoming an internationally renowned author.

"Gidro Lockhart Teaches You How to Get Rid of Household Pests", "Gidro Lockhart Series", "Breaking Up with a Ghost", "Traveling with a Ghoul", "Vacationing with a She-Devil", "Walking with a Troll", "Boat Trip with a Vampire", "Wandering with a Werewolf", "Me with Magic", etc.

Each book brought him a large amount of royalties, and with such a perfect combination of professionalism and entertainment, it was almost certain that his works would generate a continuous stream of Galleons for him for the rest of his life.

Moreover, Lockhart was adept at cultivating connections, from Rita Skeeter, a well-known reporter for the British wizarding newspaper "The Daily Prophet," to a chief of a remote African tribe; the number of good relationships he had built was simply overwhelming.

Recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class; Honorary Member of the League Against the Dark Arts; Five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award...

They even run a luxury shampoo brand.

hiss~

Such a person.

What would it be like if he lived for another few decades?

The headmaster of a magic school?

Minister of Magic?

Even the chief of the International Federation of Wizards?

Roha didn't know.

Because he is Lockhart now.

All he knew was that even if he planned to do nothing for the rest of his life and just lie back and enjoy everything his predecessor had built, he absolutely could not let anyone know the secret that he was a fake!

His memories are now a jumbled mess, and he can't even maintain the most basic focus required for spellcasting. He can't even cast the most basic lock-picking spells.

He's even more useless than the original Lockhart who only knew the 'Forgetfulness Spell'.

Roha thought for a moment, picked up the gilded quill pen, dipped it in ink, and let the original body's muscle memory drive him to imitate the original body's handwriting to write a reply to this fiery fan on the letter paper.

This fan comes from a pure-blooded wizarding family of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans and already wields considerable influence within the community.

"...I am determined to compile an unprecedented masterpiece in the history of the magical world, even if it requires a great deal of effort and time, perhaps ten years? Twenty years? I don't care, I think this is the mission that I, as the most learned person in the magical world, should undertake..."

"...Such a long period of silence may cause many people to forget me, but it is worth it! Because I know that history will remember my name forever because of my great deeds..."

This gives me a reason to do nothing and just stay home.

My biggest fan.

Please help me spread the word.

Roha's lips curled up slightly, quite satisfied. He folded the letter, selected a handsome photo bursting with hormones from the large number of "photos" prepared by the original owner, put them together in the envelope, fed the owl some food, and entrusted it to deliver it for him.

"Perfect!"

Roha stretched and walked to the dressing mirror to admire his own face.

Besides his insightful and entertaining works, his handsome appearance is probably also a major reason why he has become the most famous bestselling author in the magical world.

He was so handsome that he became a "heartthrob," with a pair of clear, bright blue eyes that seemed to be full of wisdom, coupled with his meticulously styled golden hair and colorful, luxurious wizard robes...

Such an image...

People might easily think of Dumbledore, the world's most powerful wizard, who also had blue eyes and liked to wear brightly colored wizard robes, and imagine that Dumbledore must have looked like this when he was young.

Yes, that's Lockhart's cunning scheme.

He studied Dumbledore's image in his youth in great depth.

"Perfect!"

He flashed his signature, captivating smile at the mirror, a smile that had charmed countless witches.

Then he quickly stopped laughing.

He was horrified to see a tall figure appear behind him in the dressing mirror.

They also had deep blue eyes, and wore purple wizard robes...

"Deng..."

"Dumbledore?"

Roha gasped and turned to look at the man in disbelief.

Spicy!

He thought he knew better than Lockhart how terrifying the person in front of him was.

The only thought that flashed through his mind at that moment was—Legitimacy!

Damn it, Dumbledore will easily figure everything out from his chaotic thoughts and then discover that he's a time traveler!

The ability to use Legilimency anytime, anywhere—this was almost the stereotypical impression I had of Dumbledore from reading online novels in my previous life.

"Gilderoy Lockhart..." Dumbledore's expression was gentle, yet carried an indescribable air of authority. "I've been waiting for you in the Headmaster's office all day. I don't think you should still be at home at this hour."

"what?"

Roha panicked and quickly searched through the original owner's memories, finally figuring out the situation.

Rumors of a curse surrounding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Defense Against the Dark Arts class had circulated for a long time, and the mysterious death of its professor, Quirinus Quirrell, a few months prior, made it nearly impossible for Dumbledore to find a wizard willing to take over the professorship.

Lockhart was, of course, unwilling as well.

His life has been successful enough; there's no need for him to become a professor at a university.

But Dumbledore was too good at manipulating people. He implied that becoming Harry Potter's teacher would lay the foundation for Lockhart's great fame, which was an irresistible temptation for the original Lockhart.

Lockhart, the original owner of the body, agreed.

And now school is about to start!

ha~

Is it too late to back out now?

Rohar knew perfectly well what a terrible situation he would be in if he, a nobody who couldn't cast any spells, went to Hogwarts, which Voldemort coveted.

He looked at Dumbledore's serious expression, opened his mouth, and wondered if he would be killed by the angry old Dumbledore if he spoke.

"Yes, I'm packing my things."

He tried his best to make his smile seem genuine.

Dumbledore simply looked at him calmly. "I'll be waiting for you right here."