Hogwarts has four houses in a grade. Every class, except for some special courses, is held in both houses together. Courses such as Defense Against the Dark Arts have two periods a week.
Then after a simple calculation, you can know that a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has to teach eight classes a week to the first and second grade wizards! Fortunately, the third and fourth grades only have one class per week, and the fifth grade because
There is pressure from the ordinary wizard level exam, so there are two classes a week again. Grades 6 and 7 have an elective system, with only one class for each grade and one class per week.
So, a professor of anti-dark magic has to take eighteen classes a week. Eighteen classes! Is there any reason for this? When Tom saw this class schedule, his heart really collapsed. He had never paid attention to professors before.
life, but when I actually took over Lockhart's job, I found that the professors seemed to be living a pretty miserable life, especially those who took classes seriously.
Putting these eighteen classes into a week, Tom would need to take two classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon every day, so he would have four days and only half a day of classes on the fifth day.
Tom felt his blood pressure rising rapidly.
He suddenly looked at the desk, and an idea came to his mind. He immediately sat down at the edge of the desk, took out a quill pen and began to modify it: he hoped to give this pen an automatic marking function.
As a skilled alchemist apprentice, and with a similar structure, it was very easy for Tom to modify this quill pen - it was nothing more than writing a simple program that recognized ABCD and accumulated bonus points.
In the next week, Tom attended classes during the day and spent evenings in the office as Lockhart preparing teaching content for the new semester, modifying quills, and brewing polyjuice potion...
He did a lot of things except homework, because if his plan succeeded, he wouldn't need to do homework this semester.
This week passed uneventfully, without incident. Snape did not make any noise after the things were stolen, but the frequency of deducting points from Gryffindor increased greatly.
"Potter, your potion is diluted, five points from Gryffindor!"
"Potter, your potion is too thick, five points from Gryffindor!"
"Potter, your deskmate Ron's potion is too thick, and you didn't remind him that Gryffindor..."
"Potter, you actually spoke in class..."
Snape poured almost all of his deduction points into Gryffindor House, which also made the Potions class of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff much easier: because Snape needed to use his precious
The deduction points are used on Gryffindor.
Because of Snape's sudden outburst, Gryffindor was firmly placed at the bottom of the standings of the four major houses in the first week of school.
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There are several mirrors in the huge office, as well as a fluffy rabbit.
"Hiss!" A huge bright-colored basilisk appeared in the office. The basilisk's yellow lantern-like eyes looked at the rabbit. The rabbit showed an extremely frightened expression and then fell straight to the ground, its body stiff.
Like a board.
Although it looks extremely scary, the rabbit who looked directly at the basilisk that Tom transformed into did not die.
"Sure enough, the ability of the recorded basilisk is weaker than the original version in terms of sight." Tom sighed. The ability of his Boggart Soul Ring is to record magical creatures, then change into their appearance and inherit their parts.
ability.
Generally speaking, the rarer the abilities, the more severely they are weakened. The Phoenix's Nirvana was weakened to accelerated recovery, and the Basilisk's direct sight of death was reduced by one level of lethality and turned into permanent petrification.
Tom picked up another rabbit and let it see the basilisk's eyes in the mirror. This time, the rabbit just stayed stiff for a while and then regained its ability to move. If the basilisk's eyes in the mirror had been reflected by the mirror before,
, then it has no petrification ability at all and can only cause panic.
Tom kept a normal mind. This was to be expected, and there was nothing to regret. After studying his newly acquired abilities, he sat down at the table, took out a piece of parchment, and began to write furiously.
.Today is already Sunday, and he is preparing lessons for next Monday.
During this week, Tom also investigated the teaching aids available to the professors at Hogwarts, and he really discovered some good things, such as the magic copy machine in front of him.
This machine is a combination of a Muggle printer and a copier. It can help teachers at Hogwarts print papers. However, it is only used by professors at the end of the semester. In this case, Tom learned from Filch
I asked for it - it was just gathering dust in the warehouse anyway, so why not leave it to me, Lockhart, for safekeeping? I also transferred dozens of kilograms of parchment from the school warehouse.
It seems that dozens of kilograms is a bit exaggerated, but because the parchment paper at Hogwarts is generally thicker, the mass of one paper is almost ten grams, and one kilogram is only fifty papers. There is one test for seven grades.
, it can use up to seven kilograms or dozens of kilograms of paper, and Tom may use it up in a month.
Tom stuffed the paper he had written into the opening above the magic printer and said to the printer: "Let's make three hundred copies first."
"Okay." The printer accepted the task and began to work quickly. A piece of parchment was swallowed by it, and then turned into a test paper.
While the printer was copying, Tom took out a small bottle filled with a bubbling, syrupy-thick decoction. He pulled out a hair from his head and added it.
The decoction made a loud noise, like boiling water, and after a second, it turned clear - almost like a chemical reaction, the originally thick polyjuice potion turned into boiled water.
Tom opened the box and walked in. Lockhart was sitting inside with dull eyes. His hair was dry and messy, his chin looked sunken, and he looked haggard.
He looked at Tom with empty eyes.
"Mr. Lockhart, please drink some water." Tom handed over the bottle of Polyjuice Potion.
Lockhart became flustered: "Wait a minute, I won't drink, I-"
Tom directly pinched his cheek, and then poured the polyjuice potion into it. After pouring the potion, Lockhart fell to the ground, twitching wildly, like a cooked prawn. The skin all over his body
There was a feeling of melting, bubbles were rising rapidly, and he lay on the ground panting loudly and moaning. Then his frame shrank rapidly and his hair turned black.
The pain came and went quickly. When the transformation was completed, everything stopped. Lockhart lay on the cold ground, his robe wet with cold sweat.
But the next moment he saw a scene that made him suffer cardiopulmonary arrest: his other self was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.
"You are much more pleasing to the eye now." Tom transformed into Lockhart and walked up to Lockhart who transformed into Tom. Their identities had been swapped.
"You, you!" Lockhart was shocked and speechless.
Tom grabbed his collar and lifted him up, "The moment you take away other people's memories and pretend to take other people's honors, you should be mentally prepared for today. Your identity is very useful to me, so
I accepted it."
"Tom, ahhhh -" Lockhart roared like a beast, but the next moment he was holding his roar in his throat as if he was being strangled: he saw a beast that made his hair stand on end.
Snake pupils.
Looking at the snake eyes, Lockhart felt that his heart had stopped beating and the blood was coagulating in his blood vessels. He seemed to have seen a natural enemy, just like a mouse being played with by a cat.
His memories began to flood back.
Lockhart thought about his childhood. His mother was a witch, but neither of his two sisters had any magical talent. So when he showed the potential of a wizard, his mother had no scruples among all his brothers and sisters.
The world favored him. He once thought that he was a genius and unique, until he enrolled in Ravenclaw Academy...
Lockhart once thought that he would become the object of discussion and attention, because he always thought that he was a genius with powerful magic power, but the fact made him disappointed: there are many more talented and more talented people in Hogwarts than him.
A talented kid who works harder, no one is impressed by him. He is indeed talented and smarter than most of his classmates, but he just wants to be the best.
Everyone must learn to accept their own mediocrity, and Lockhart obviously did not learn it.
In the first Transfiguration class, Lockhart's matchstick remained unchanged at all, but he cleverly found a needle to replace it - if Professor McGonagall hadn't seen it, he would have received a lot of praise and admiration.
Memories of his time and again sensationalizing also surfaced: he stood on the table and proudly announced to his classmates that he would travel around the world after graduation; he would win the Quidditch World Cup; he would become the youngest Minister of Magic...
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What a wonderful school day! Lockhart couldn't help but think.
"I don't need these memories." A cold voice sounded in his ear. Lockhart turned his head and saw a cold snake eye with no human emotions.
He was horrified to find that there was an extra eye in the corner of his memory: when his mother gave him the most delicious chicken legs, that eye was on the candlestick; when he was in the Transfiguration class, that eye was
The snake pupil is in Professor McGonagall's eye frame. Every time I talk boastfully, that eye is always in a corner of the crowd, staring at me emotionlessly...
Lockhart collapsed and yelled.
"I told you, I'm not interested in these memories of yours." The cold voice sounded in his ears again, "Change it!"
Lockhart's psychological defense was instantly defeated, and his memories surged uncontrollably. A large number of memories sleeping at the bottom of his mind were retrieved, and then thrown aside like garbage, and the cycle continued...