Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Why are you asking this?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzled.

"I'm just curious." Aaron scratched his head. "Professor, you know me well. I won't ask you this question for no reason."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while, then pondered: "His writing is pretty good."

Aaron:  …

"That's it?"

"I only know so much." Professor McGonagall spread his hands, "Hogwarts professors are either invited by the school, recruited by the school, or recommended by others."

"Then who is he?"

"I came here to apply for the job myself." Professor McGonagall said, "Not long after you were on vacation.

The school lacked a substitute teacher, and he happened to come to our door. Given Harold's reputation in the wizarding world, we had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, his book introduced all kinds of dangerous creatures in detail, which complemented this course. "

"Any question?"

"Nothing."

Aaron looked thoughtfully at the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the schedule, but he didn't expect that the school professors didn't know Lockhart's true level.

But it doesn't matter, it's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and you'll know.

Slytherin had a history of magic in the morning, and Professor Binns entered the classroom through the blackboard.

He told the history of the goblin uprising, which was a bit more interesting than the history of the school's founding told last semester.

Aaron had no interest in this history, but he took notes out of respect for his teacher.

The second class is herbalism, and they will follow Professor Sprout to learn how to repot the Mandrake.

Mandrake is considered a dangerous magical plant. It may be nothing compared to Whomping Willow, but its cry can make people stunned. However, mature Mandrake is an important ingredient for preparing various antidotes. very high.

Professor Sprout, wearing earmuffs, gave a simple demonstration.

She pulled out a seedling from the pot, and the fat-headed doll-like seedling opened its mouth wide and let out a sharp cry, but no one could hear it.

The Mandela seedlings looked very angry, gnashing their teeth, and the roots, branches and leaves were shaking constantly.

Professor Sprout didn't let it get used to. He stuffed it into a new pot decisively and buried it with moist compost.

Afterwards, Professor Sprout motioned for everyone to take off the earmuffs and talked about the precautions.

"It doesn't look like it's too difficult." Draco said indifferently.

"Draco." Aaron shook his head meaningfully, "I thought like you before, but I'm telling you as someone who has experienced it, never compare yourself with your teacher before you leave the teacher, it's quite stupid Behavior."

Draco froze for a moment, and looked at Aaron with some surprise, "How much psychological shadow did those teachers leave you during the vacation?"

"Haha! Guess what?"

"Okay, put on the earmuffs and try to operate it yourself," said Professor Sprout.

The two did not continue their conversation. They put on earmuffs and gloves to isolate the poisonous tentacles, and each pulled out a Mandela seedling from the flower pot.

Aaron looked at the mandrake in front of him. Its teeth were extremely sharp, and it was struggling hard, trying to break free and go back into the soil again.

"It's quite strong!" Aaron smiled meaningfully, and then winked at Abe.

The holy dragon immediately roared, jumped onto the table and slapped its paws on the body of the mandrake. Stars flashed in its eyes, and when it reacted, it saw a magical animal with grinning teeth, the most terrifying But there is still a little saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth.

The Mandela seedling closed its mouth immediately, neither screaming nor struggling, it looked very cute, and it was not the same species as the ones in other people's hands.

Compared with being eaten, changing to a new living environment is not so unacceptable.

Chapter 144 The new professor is a bit unreliable

"That's right, one step closer to the battle pet." Aaron patted Abe's head with satisfaction, and then stuffed the Mandela seedlings into a new flower pot.

Perhaps because of Abbe's intimidation, he didn't even make a move, and the Mandrake seedling buried itself in the compost with its slender roots.

"Very sensible."

Aaron was more satisfied, and even had the idea of ​​buying this seedling from Professor Sprout.

But it's just an idea. It's tiring to raise a dragon. If you raise another magical plant with a certain lethality, then life will be impossible.

Professor Sprout carefully guided every student, and tried to deal with all the Mandela seedlings in the greenhouse as much as possible. The enthusiasm made Aaron think that she was squeezing the labor force of the students.

When get out of class was over, almost every student was sweating profusely, and their bodies were covered with mud.

"I can't take it anymore, I have to take a shower." Draco said wearily, "Aaron, are you going?"

"Me? I don't need it.

My physical fitness is a little bit better than yours, and I am not so tired.

And the next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I am still very interested in this new professor. "Aaron said with a meaningful smile, "I plan to read his works seriously before class. "

"Professor Lockhart's... works?" Draco frowned slightly, "Is that a textbook?"

"You can say that!

Don't be afraid of your jokes, I haven't even seen the covers of those books once. "

"Okay! See you in the classroom this afternoon."

After lunch, Aaron returned to the dormitory, opened his suitcase, and took out a packed cardboard box from it.

This was the textbook for Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Jins had prepared for him almost a month ago, but he hadn't had time to read it.

After opening the box, Aaron took out seven of Lockhart's books.

Breaking With a Ghost, Traveling with Ghouls, Vacation with Hags, Walking with Trolls, Wandering with Werewolves, A Year with the Yeti, Sailing with Vampires

The books are piled together almost two feet high.

Aaron opened one of them and browsed through the ten lines at a glance.

However, looking at Aaron's expression also became weird. The protagonist Lockhart in the book has almost no shortcomings. He is a lively and positive character who fights wits and courage with dark creatures.

This is not surprising to him, because the protagonist always has a halo.

To his surprise, the content in the book is very real, as if it really happened to him, even more real than the history told by Professor Binns.

"Did I guess wrong?" Aaron had some self-doubt, but he quickly cleared this doubt from his mind.

After seeing the real person, all doubts can be resolved.

But one thing to say, regardless of all the speculation and doubts, Lockhart's writing ability has reached its peak.

As the time for class was getting closer, Aaron picked up seven books and rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As soon as he opened the door, the corner of Aaron's mouth couldn't help twitching.

A large oil painting is placed on the podium. The content of the oil painting is that Lockhart himself is painting an oil painting of Lockhart.

And besides this oil painting, both sides of the classroom are also filled with photos of Lockhart, and every photo is a smiling emoji, the kind that shows eight teeth.

A well-organized Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was unexpectedly full of festive meaning.

"Aaron, why are you here?" Draco stepped forward to help him put the seven books on the desk, "Class will start soon."

"Isn't this not late!" Aaron smiled mischievously, pointing to the photos in the classroom, "It seems that our new professor is really not a normal narcissist!"

"You can't say that," said Hermione.

Susan next to her also nodded with a sullen face, knowing that this was also a die-hard Lockhart fan.

"Aaron, I agree with you, I've never seen anyone so narcissistic.

But in this classroom, it's better not to say anything bad about Lockhart, because many people are his fans. "

"That's okay, not all students are..."

Before he finished speaking, Aaron felt chills on his back, and about a third of the people in the classroom looked at him angrily.

"You see, this is celebrity effect." Draco shrugged, and said in a low voice: "I now understand why my dad won't let me show hostility to Harry Potter in public."

Aaron nodded approvingly, "Mr. Lucius is right."

At this moment, the door of the classroom opened suddenly, and Professor Lockhart, who was wearing a particularly flamboyant golden wizard robe, walked in.

"Please allow me to introduce, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, that is... I, Gilderoy Lockhart." Lockhart walked up to his oil painting, "The Order of Merlin, Third Class, anti- Honorary member of the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the Wizards Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile.

But I am low-key and never show off. I didn't drive away the Wanlun female ghost by smiling. "

Harold's self-introduction is over here, and fans like Hermione and Susan below the podium look at Lockhart adoringly, wishing to go up and ask for an autographed photo immediately.

Students like Harry and Ron, who were not blindly chasing stars, looked at each other and didn't take him seriously.

The corners of Aaron's eyes twitched slightly. He felt that he had underestimated Lockhart's narcissism. How did he say that I am a low-key person who never shows off?

You can write seven autobiographies for yourself without showing off, what are you kidding?

"Suddenly I feel that this professor seems a bit unreliable!" Draco frowned.

"Be more confident and forget the word "like." Aaron said, "In addition to being unreliable, he is also a bit hypocritical."

"See it.

But if he is unreliable, our Defense Against the Dark Arts exams this semester should not be difficult. "

Aaron froze for a moment, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Teachers are unreliable, and teaching accidents are inevitable. When the time comes, the test scores may be directly invalidated.

Thinking of this, Aaron suddenly felt that Lockhart was much pleasing to the eye.

It helped him save time for one class for no reason, which was something he dreamed of when he was in cram school, but couldn't ask for it.

Lockhart walked to the podium and picked up a stack of test papers, "I see that you have all bought my complete set of books, and before the formal class, we will do a small quiz.

Don't be afraid, I'm just looking at how much you've read and how much you've previewed. "

The test papers were distributed to everyone, and there were four full pages of answer sheets, but each page had only one question.

What is Lockhart's favorite color?What is his secret ambition?What is your biggest achievement so far?When is the birthday and what is the ideal birthday gift?

Aaron looked at these test questions, and his mind was full of thunder.

Wonderful!Lockhart is definitely a wonderful flower in the teaching world.

No, to describe him as a teacher is an insult to the sacred profession of teachers.

"Aaron, do you know the answer?" Draco asked anxiously and amusedly.

"Don't worry, I don't think anyone in the classroom can answer this kind of question except the brainless fans.

It's simply misleading the younger generation, just write whatever you want. "

Draco shrugged, "I know that, but he is a professor after all, and if the answer is correct, he will give Slytherin points."

Aaron frowned, thinking trouble in his heart, then turned to look at Crabbe and Goyle, and asked solemnly, "Do you want Slytherin points?"

Hearing this seductive voice, the two looked at each other and nodded.

"Very good!" Aaron took their test paper, took a deep breath, and wrote down the answers to all the questions.

"Warning you, don't say this is the answer I gave you."

"Do you know the answers to these weird questions?" Draco said unexpectedly, "Don't tell me that you are also a fan of Lockhart, and your image in my heart will collapse in an instant."

Aaron shook his head helplessly, then pointed to his eyes, "Just a few hours ago, I flipped through our textbook..."

"Are you finished?"

"Of course not, even with a photographic memory, it is impossible to finish seven books in such a short period of time.

I just happened to see the answer. "

"So that's the case!" Draco suddenly realized, and then looked at the test papers of Crabbe and Goyle, with some hesitation in his eyes.

"I advise you not to do this." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "Not everyone can bear the praise of a wonderful teacher."

Draco swallowed, and suddenly felt that the test papers of his two followers were a bit hot, and after giving them a sympathetic look, he just scribbled on his own test paper.

Aaron shrugged, looked at the test paper with some distaste, and then at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was smiling on the podium, with a sneer in his heart.

He picked up the quill pen and wrote down his answers on all the answer sheets, then put the test paper aside, took another blank sheet of paper, and tried to draw a magic circle of high difficulty on it.

After all, time can't be wasted in vain, you have to find something meaningful to do.