For a long time, there has been such a saying in Gryffindor House:
Any command to "put away the wand" will never be followed by a lesson worth looking forward to. At this point, whether it is History of Magic, Astronomy, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts... all are proven without exception.
This statement.
However, starting from last semester, all this began to change subtly.
With the gradual enrichment of the practical part of the Potions class and the emergence of the "Hogwarts Calendar", most students are now less repulsive to these two courses. Of course, relatively speaking, they have not shown much resistance.
like.
After all, lessons learned through quill, ink, and parchment are, no matter how you think about it, less interesting than waving a wand.
It was not until this day that the students suddenly realized that if the content of the textbook was exciting enough, they would not be able to help reading it even if the professor did not ask them to read it. And when there is an eloquent teacher in the class,
The entire class time passed incredibly quickly.
"Okay, get out of class is over, students..."
Gilderoy Lockhart clapped his hands helplessly and repeated for the third time.
"Lunch time is almost about to begin. I don't want to see Professor Dumbledore appear at the door and force me and everyone here to go to the auditorium for dinner. If you have any questions after this, please communicate more during the usual breaks.
"
"But...Professor, what happened next? After you and the troll entered the cave to avoid the mudslide, you..."
Harry Potter's eyes flashed with excitement and he asked hurriedly.
Beside him, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy and others also had the same curious expressions. The little wizards crowded around the desk and surrounded the poor writer, asking all kinds of questions.
Keep up with the stories that haven’t been told yet in class.
It has been almost ten minutes since the bell rang, and still not a single student has left the classroom.
"I reiterate, these are all fictitious stories!"
Gilderoy Lockhart sighed helplessly and looked at the little guys around the desk with a headache.
As a best-selling author, he has held several book signings in the past few years. For Lockhart, it is just a different place to tell stories. The only difference may be that he started from
At the beginning of this class, he did not continue to forcefully tell other people's experiences into his own heroic deeds as he did in the past, but instead fabricated them out of thin air.
For example, in the original book "Wandering with Trolls", this is just an ordinary short trip.
But as Gilderoy Lockhart put down his burden and stopped emphasizing the authenticity of the story, and used it as a basis for live creation in class, the story began to become more exciting - the troll's rich body language, full of drama
The colorful natural and man-made disasters, the incredible treasure hunt and exploration... are simply fatally attractive to children of this age.
"But, this is written by you! You have so many amazing experiences..."
Hannah Abbott looked at Lockhart with admiration. Even though she grew up in the Leaky Cauldron, she had never heard of such a thrilling, tense and magical adventure. It was like the protagonist from the legend appeared.
In reality.
As for Hermione next to her, she wasn't much better. After just one class, she wrote four or five pages of notes.
"Oh, books can be deceiving, kid."
Lockhart glanced at Elena, who looked cold, and said quickly.
"If you think about it carefully, I am only twenty-eight years old this year. I have written a total of seven novels in ten years. Even if the writing time is not taken into account, then I will probably start traveling around the world as soon as I graduate - Memories
Let’s talk about what I just talked about in class, artistic processing, at least half of it comes from imagination and creation.”
"But you did get to those places, right!"
Hermione Granger shook her head, opened the manual she prepared before class, and corrected her seriously.
"Even if you have not actually experienced something, the stories you write in the book have no problems in terms of logic and feasibility - in other words, they can all be regarded as true.
Guidance exists.”
"Miss Granger, come on, you can't talk nonsense."
Gilderoy Lockhart felt cold sweat gradually begin to form on his back, and he frowned and explained.
"This is not as simple as you said. I have repeatedly emphasized that people who are looking for a sense of reality in fictional stories must have something wrong with their brains. What I wrote is only a story based on fantasy, but what will happen in reality?
This requires a lot of hard work to come to a conclusion. What you need to learn is the writing method, not the story itself."
"In this school, there are many wizards who are better than me. If you are really interested in trolls, werewolves, vampires, banshees, etc., then I suggest you leave your questions to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Take a class instead of a Chinese class.”
"Oh, okay, okay...I understand, I didn't want to be like this..."
Looking around at the young wizards still surrounding him, Lockhart sighed again.
Immediately afterwards, he took out his wand and tapped on the big blackboard behind him, and several rows of words immediately appeared on the blackboard.
[Language and Literature Course (Grade 2)]
[Assignment this week: Please use the following elements to create a short composition on your own - troll, wizard, travel, friends, food, magic. The content in the text must be strongly related to these elements; choose a good angle,
Clarify the style of writing and create your own title; do not copy or plagiarize; no less than 800 words;]
"I'm sincerely sorry, children. I have to assign you an assignment. If you really can't wait to know the follow-up story, then please use your quill pen to reflect it in your composition."
Gilderoy Lockhart knocked on the blackboard again, raised his voice and spoke sternly.
"Now, everyone packs up and goes to the auditorium to eat - please, don't force me to deduct points from you for this matter! This is the first class of the new semester! The most important thing you need to do is to clear your mind and face the afternoon.
class."
After Gilderoy Lockhart's fourth urging, the second-grade wizards finally dispersed, packed up the papers, pens and textbooks on their desks, reluctantly left the Chinese classroom and headed downstairs.
's auditorium.
Compared with the exciting follow-up of the story, the pressure of homework and deductions seems to be slightly better for the time being.
However, judging from the expressions on the students' faces, if nothing unexpected happens, the few books Gilderoy Lockhart gives away for free in the next week will most likely become the most popular ones in the school.
Extracurricular readings”.
…
"What a humble man, Professor Lockhart."
Ron Weasley said with admiration when the second-year students walked down the long steps and returned to the auditorium for dinner.
"If I had done so many great things, I would have wanted to let the whole world know about it immediately, and brag about it. The only regret is that he actually gave me the homework, and he didn't ask if he had known about it.
So……"
"So, you are not Professor Lockhart, Weasley."
Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows and couldn't help pouring cold water on him.
"You'd better think about the composition carefully. There is no place to copy this thing. I believe that with Professor Lockhart's level, even if you just copy the beginning, he can catch you out in an instant - and your mathematics
,Tsk——”
"Why, do members of the noble Malfoy family actually have a desire to win in Muggle subjects?"
Ron seemed to have been stabbed by something, and turned his head with a look of confusion on his face, staring at Draco like a cockfighter.
As the most mediocre child in the Weasley family, Ron is not that competitive.
In fact, he originally planned to hang out and have some fun. It would be fine if other people said so. Ron would not be stupid enough to give himself extra homework, but the only way he could accept it was to be a member of the Malfoy family.
ridicule.
"Ron, that's not what Draco meant..."
Harry glanced at the two friends beside him with some embarrassment and tried to smooth things over.
"I'm so sorry, Harry, that's what I meant!"
However, before he could finish his words, Malfoy let out a disdainful sneer, crossed his arms and said coldly.
"Ron Weasley, I feel more and more that it's really embarrassing to be side by side with a guy like you who doesn't want to make progress. I have tolerated you for a long time. Since last year, you have always copied Harry and me.
Aren’t you ashamed of your homework?”
"Malfoy, you! Don't go too far!"
Ron glanced at the students around him, his face turned red instantly, and he clenched his fists hard.
Even without turning his head, Ron could clearly feel that as a dispute suddenly broke out between the two, the queues in front and back stopped temporarily. Everyone was looking at him and Malfoy curiously, whispering to each other.
What are they discussing?
"Draco, you're not doing this right, Ron..." Harry frowned and bumped the boy next to him with his elbow.
"This is between Ron and I, Harry. Don't worry, I won't shake my fist at him."
Draco Malfoy shook his head slightly, pulled away Harry who was blocking him, walked up to Ron, and stared at the Weasley boy who was panting like an angry bison without fear.
, squinting his eyes haughtily.
"What, do you want to fight? If this is your only way of expression, then come on!"
"You...Malfoy...are very good..."
Ron Weasley gasped violently, clenching his fists, trying hard to resist the urge to flatten that hateful face with a punch, and glared fiercely at Draco Malfoy, who suddenly became angry.
, said word by word.
"Didn't you expect that you have always thought like this? I remember, Mr. Ma Er Fu!"
"Or am I wrong somewhere? Apart from Quidditch and wizard chess, have you focused on studying? If you think you can beat me in a certain subject test, then I will do whatever you want,
What a pity - ha -"
"That's enough, Draco, shut up! What happened to you today?!"
Harry Potter pulled Malfoy hard, pulling him away from Ron, and turned his head to look at Ron.
"And Ron, please calm down with each other first. I wonder if there is any misunderstanding..."
"There's no misunderstanding, I heard it clearly -" Ron said bitterly.
"As a scumbag, I just don't deserve to be friends with the noble Master Malfoy! Look at me carefully, Draco Malfoy. I hope that by the end of this semester, you'd better remember what you said
if!"
After speaking, Ron raised his hand to open Harry's extended right hand, struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and rushed down the stairs.
Harry turned his head sharply, looked at Draco Malfoy particularly angrily, and asked with a frown.
"Draco, don't you think what you just said was a little too much?"
"Maybe a little, but so what, am I wrong?"
Draco Malfoy curled his lips and said calmly, with some mixed emotions in his voice.
"In fact, at the end of last year, Ron himself should have discovered that without the bonus of the last board level of the 'Black Magic Level', he would have fallen behind a long time ago, let alone starting from this year..."
Draco Malfoy shook his head and did not finish his sentence.
Perhaps for most young wizards, the lesson just now was just an interesting story session, but in the eyes of Draco Malfoy, who just joined the "Special Containment Procedures Foundation" not long ago, the significance of it can be as great as
totally different
There is no doubt that Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is also a member of the Foundation.
And if nothing else, the status of this "Chinese Professor" in the Foundation is not low - at least not lower than that of the B-level researcher Bill Weasley who serves as his guide, that is to say
, there is a high probability that he is an A-class member.
Although I still don’t quite understand the meaning of this lesson and the previous math lesson.
But based on his observations in the past few days, Draco Malfoy is now certain of at least one thing: Hogwarts should see unprecedented changes this year, otherwise it would not be possible to call graduates back to school on such a large scale.
, and under this kind of change, no one will deliberately stop and wait for those left behind.
The "after-class homework" in both mathematics and Chinese classes further proves this point.
Big Sister, oh no, or to be more precise, it should be the huge mysterious force including Sister Elena, Professor Dumbledore, and the Ministry of Magic, which is screening students in some way. If you choose a slightly wrong step, you may
You missed the future.
"Sorry, Weasley, I hope you can be more upbeat..."
Draco Malfoy raised his head, looked at the figure not far away, and pinched the badge in his pocket.
As an ordinary D-class member, there is only so much he can do. This is also the "private mission" that Bill Weasley assigned him in the box on the Hogwarts Express.
…
At the same time, at the entrance at the top of the stairs.
"Won't you try to persuade me? Draco and Ron seem to be having a conflict."
Hannah Abbott gently touched the white-haired dumpling next to her and said with some worry.
Because they were blocked at the end of the queue, they were not able to hear the complete conversation. They only vaguely heard a few lines of conversation in which the two raised their voices and accused each other. They had no idea what was going on below.
"Really? I don't think so..."
Elena raised her eyebrows, looked at the little boy not far away, and shook her head slightly.
"Why do I think that these two people seem to have a good relationship - maybe this is how boys express their friendship. They are really stupid, stubborn and naive. But...it does seem to have some effect.
."
At this delicate time point, even her foresight cannot determine where the future of the magic world will go. Under such circumstances, she naturally has no time to care about and urge everyone around her.
However, Draco Malfoy reminded her of this - perhaps, she should try to give them more opportunities.