The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Snape is a bit of an oddball. I don't know what's wrong with him. He doesn't take care of his own work, and he doesn't revise the manuscript that could "prove himself." Instead, he spends all his time in the "Duel Club" and steals Lockhart's job.

Could it be that a monster has appeared in the secret room, and he wants to protect these elite students from harm?

Hey~

What can we do?

Lockhart could only respond with a cheerful "ga ga ga" laugh, feeling great!

He simply stood aside and watched the Snape Show, listened to the young wizards' lessons and secretly learned from them. Sometimes he would sit at his desk and busy revising the manuscript of "Where Are the Dark Creatures?", and sometimes he would just leave the office and go out for a while.

As for where to go...

Hehe, of course it's the secret chamber in the castle that the little wizards at school are all talking about mysteriously.

He plans to create a school escape room scene within the magical item "Carlo's Bedtime Story Fairy Tale Book," taking advantage of the current popularity to elevate young wizards' immersion in "fairy tale adventure" to a higher level.

The monster in the school's secret room doesn't necessarily have to be a basilisk. What kind of monster is placed in this scene depends on the teaching progress of students in each grade.

I'm sure everyone is very enthusiastic.

See, Professor Lockhart really put his heart and soul into teaching.

Of course, the most important thing is to give these young wizards in the "Duel Club" more experience in "teaming up to fight basilisks", repeatedly fighting and clearing the game until they reach the level of speedrunning.

I'll give Tom a little surprise then.

This can be considered a small compensation for him taking advantage of Tom's wisdom.

Hahaha~

you are welcome!

Snape had no idea that Lockhart ran out of class because he didn't want to stay up late to do this. After hearing some annoying students (mainly Harry Potter) gossiping behind his back about how they had chased Lockhart away, he felt a little guilty towards Lockhart.

But he just wouldn't change.

I already snatched it, and you want me to give it back?

Teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts would be such a fun job, why should I do it again!

Then the only option is to provide compensation.

"Is it done?"

Lockhart was somewhat surprised as he handed over the dew and learning herbs he had collected, thinking that the potion Old Man Spiegel was brewing for him would take a long time to prepare.

Didn't you see that potion, which looks like a seafood hot pot, still bubbling with eerie green bubbles?

Snape, too lazy to explain, opened the small bottle containing dew and poured it into a murky solution that looked like egg white, stirring it as he did so. Finally, he poured two drops into a crucible emitting wisps of pink smoke, then scooped out a small section of the stem of the Herba Echo and gently peeled it open with a sharp knife, throwing it in as well.

"Now it's done." He tidied up the lab bench, returning the egg white solution mixed with dew and the Sound-Gathering Grass to Lockhart. "This is enough to make a dozen more. If you have the energy, you can let the Sound-Gathering Grass continue to collect more calls."

He took a parchment scroll from the side of the lab bench, untied the hemp rope binding it, laid it out, examined it carefully, wrote a note next to a certain detail, and then rolled it up again and handed it to Lockhart.

"These are my improved steps for making this potion. It's so simple that you can easily make it yourself. I think you'll still need it."

Seeing Lockhart excitedly reach for the scroll, clutching it tightly and staring at it intently, he said, "I don't know why you need this sinister thing, but it's necessary to repeat myself: 'Magic is the expression of one's own will; lose yourself, and you will lose magic!'"

"And I must solemnly remind you that you cannot use it more than twice a year. Otherwise, even if the drug works perfectly and you do not lose your mind, it will bring extremely terrible unknown consequences."

Lockhart nodded seriously. "Yes, I will remember."

He was very grateful to Snape, who had the memories of more than a dozen powerful wizards in his brain. He knew all too well how much it would cost to find a master wizard to help improve a potion and spend a lot of time and effort to make a finished product.

We're all adults; it's not as simple as a student asking a professor for help.

He could imagine that even if Lucius Malfoy, who was a close friend of Snape, offered to help, the price and favors he would have to pay would be considerable.

All Lockhart could do was try his best to help Snape revise the manuscript and do his best to promote it in return.

Carrying the simple meditation basin containing the potion back to his office, he began to ponder which wizard's wisdom he should digest using this precious potion.

Snape really helped a lot.

He now desperately desires to have more complete spellcasting abilities.

only……

Whose will it be digested?

The first thing that came to his mind was Lockhart's memories, which were the most complete of all his memories. The others were just small fragments of memories. This was the most complete 'life of a wizard'.

But the idea was quickly rejected.

Two reasons.

Firstly, aside from his exceptional abilities with the Oblivion Curse, Lockhart's other magical skills were practically unremarkable.

No, it should be described as terrible.

Even the most basic spell, "Disappear and Ascend to Heaven," which even a complete novice wizard can master, was completely messed up by the original owner of this body.

The second reason is that he already has a clear understanding of what he's going to do.

Even better than this "Mischievous Brain Fluid" potion is the "Enter a Fairy Tale Adventure, and Magic Will Naturally Bloom" approach. He can now master the "Disappear and Ascend to Heaven" spell much better than the original owner of this body.

He is already working on this idea, and the book "Where Are the Black Magic Creatures?" is prepared for this purpose.

So, whose memories will be digested?

Lockhart fell into deep thought.

He quickly selected the memory of an old wizard, an old friend of Dumbledore's, a typical academic bigwig who had served as a professor of alchemy at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a time.

Such memories are enough to give him a complete and systematic ability to cast magic spells.

only……

Is this really the skill he needs most at this stage?

Lockhart knew this perfectly well—the power of magic lay not in its 'power,' but in its 'mystery.'

This old friend of Dumbledore's was undoubtedly the most powerful of the dozen or so wizards in his memory, without exception, but he was definitely not the most mysterious.

Using his abilities to outmaneuver Voldemort was truly venturing into someone else's territory.

If everyone knows what you do, and they're better than you in every aspect, how can you even compete? Any little tricks you try will be too conspicuous in the eyes of the experts, so what's the point?

Following this line of thought, he quickly came up with an answer.

That is the Forest Witch, known as "the most wary witch in the Magical Congress of America".

These wizards who follow the spiritual path have always been like this. In a wizarding society where most wizards are academics, their magical abilities are full of unknowns and unpredictability, making them too difficult to fathom.

Just like the impact Newt had on the Magical Congress of the United States back then.

The Aurors of the Magical Congress can collectively cast a forgetting spell on everyone in a street, but they cannot alter the memories of everyone in an entire city. Putting aside the question of whether the task is arduous or prone to oversight, the Aurors simply cannot accomplish it in a short period of time.

But Newt was able to easily resolve the matter by using the venom secreted by the Winged Demon and having the Thunderbirds coordinate with the rainfall.

The same applies to forest witches.

She was the kind of witch who could easily sneak into the most heavily guarded archives of the Magical Congress of America and destroy her top-secret files without anyone noticing.

No matter how tight and powerful the protective magic is, it's useless against that.

If it weren't for her attachment to the prosperity of human society and her unwillingness to return to the forest, which caused her magic to become less pure and resulted in a few jarring vines and flowers being left in the archives, the Magical Congress of the United States wouldn't even have known that she had ever been there.

Of course, the Magical Congress of America viewed leaving traces as a provocation.

Lockhart finally made a complete decision.

He started calling on his friends to help guard his side.

The little golden retriever jumped onto Lockhart's shoulder, guarding against all possible dangers, as well as other magical creatures.

The unjustly killed fairy floated in mid-air, and a stake reappeared behind her. Blood flowed like a stream in the office's "mini forest," and the trees regained their vitality. Vines sprouted from the seeds, wandering around like serpents.

Boggart transformed into an "upside-down god corpse," wielding an oversized axe, his tall and imposing figure blocking the office doorway.

The winged demon flew to a tree branch on the windowsill, spreading its dark blue wings to guard against possible interference from outside the window.

well.

Lockhart expressed his gratitude to his friends before drawing his wand and beginning to extract all the memories of the "Forest Witch" from his mind and channel them into the simple meditation basin containing the potion before him.

The "Mischievous Brain Fluid" potion looks very strange. It is not clear as water; on the contrary, it looks a bit like swollen paste.

Thick, fluffy, and bouncy.

Okay, it looks like a brain in a basin right now.

And it was even playfully swaying gently. If Snape hadn't known the characteristics of the drug and had Lockhart make this simple meditation basin to 'keep' it, it would have mischievously run out of the cauldron and wandered around the room.

As the silver threads of the 'Forest Witch's' memories seeped into it, it even began to sing, opening and closing the crevices of its brain.

"If you intend to eat me,"

Then you'd better add some honey and milk.

That would make my taste more delicate.

But the mysterious wizard...

You'd better be careful.

Because your recklessness will cause you to completely lose yourself.

you……"

Before it could finish its song, it suddenly let out a sharp laugh, trembling wildly, "It's so itchy, so itchy!"

"!!!" Lockhart put down his spoon with a strange expression, completely unsure how to eat this absurd thing.

This is insane...

The bizarre existence of wizards, and their ability to devour other people's memories, are presented in a very cultish and vivid way.

He unrolled the scroll Snape had given him again, confirming the instructions for using the potion—swallow it with a silver paper spoon, making sure not to leave a single drop. (Hint: Any uneaten potion will cause your memories to wander off; you don't want to see that happen!)

Glug glug~~

A sound of liquid flowing rang in my ears.

Lockhart turned his head and saw large pools of blood seeping from the cracks in the wood of the ceiling, pooling and dripping down, pouring into a teacup on the table next to him.

The unjustly killed fairy, her body splitting open with a dozen fangs, smiled at him and said, "You might need some water."

"Oh, thank you."

Lockhart held a cup of bloody water in one hand and a silver spoon in the other, looking again at the mischievous brain in the Pensieve. He swallowed hard and silently encouraged himself not to be defeated by this scene; he could overcome it.

"Ouch!" The mischievous brain started yelling again, "Ouch! Your spoon hurt me!"

"Shut up!" Lockhart finally couldn't help but yell.

The mischievous little brain started crying, "You bullied me! You bullied me!"