Chapter eight hundred and fiftieth eight fish, big brother, woman
"...get out of class is finally over, it's really scary."
Gilderoy Lockhart looked at the empty classroom under the setting sun and murmured to himself.
Since it is a newly opened course, the duration of the grammar class is naturally a little shorter than other courses. Even if it is taught twice a week on average, the total amount of lessons is barely equivalent to the length of a Potions class.
With the bell ringing, the first week of classes in the new semester at Hogwarts has come to an end.
From now until the morning of next Monday, this period will all belong to Professor Lockhart's rest time.
Of course, my job as a "grammar professor" has come to an end for the time being.
As an O5 member of the Destiny Group and one of the few memory masters in the wizarding world today, Gilderoy Lockhart still has an unfinished mission from "Miss Fool" to go to Academy City to learn non-magical knowledge and try to use
Magic quickly imprints those contents into the brain to see if learning can be accelerated.
As for the theoretical basis of magic, it naturally comes from the advanced application of forgetting spells and memory modification.
In fact, Elena originally planned to hire volunteers from outside to complete the experiment, but Dumbledore believed that this would be too prone to moral and ethical risks, and would even lead to some extremely bad consequences.
Therefore, in the early stages, Gilderoy Lockhart was ultimately responsible for everything.
Well, actually this is quite good for both the caster and the recipient of the spell, and his feedback results will be more intuitive.
The only risk point in this is that once Gilderoy Lockhart makes a major operational error and accidentally erases or causes irreversible scars in his memory, there is a high probability that there will be no room for recovery.
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Of course, this small hidden danger seems to have been unfortunately ignored by Dumbledore and others.
Maybe it's not completely unfortunate...
Gilderoy Lockhart picked up his thick notebook and walked towards the outside of the castle. While watching the carefree students walking briskly past him towards the auditorium to enjoy their leisure time, Gilderoy Lockhart was thinking in a trance.
"This is a step to completely change education in the magical world. I wonder how future generations will evaluate me if it succeeds?"
Even if he has not experienced much education-related edification and outlook, Lockhart is very clear about the impact of memory inheritance and this unusual education method on the future. The content that future students will learn in one day may be greater than that in the past.
Students at Hogwarts learn more in one academic year, maybe even more than one year.
Even though there is a certain difference between memory and mastery, it can also greatly shorten the time and cost of learning for wizards.
And by that time, in magic schools, the meaning and requirements of the word and position of professor may not only be roughly divided into explaining textbooks, standardizing operating techniques, and training postures and pronunciation.
Complete and systematic knowledge entry, as well as comprehensive memory activation and mastery, are both indispensable.
"Hey! I'm really a professor at Hogwarts, you guys! Don't... don't do anything! Just go to the castle and ask the students or professors. They all know me. I was here last year and let go."
"Huh, wizard? How about you cast a magic spell?"
At this moment, there was a loud noise not far in front of Gilderoy Lockhart.
There were also some scuffles and the sound of robes being torn, as if they were competing for autographs at a book signing.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Gilderoy Lockhart's thoughts were interrupted by the noisy sound. He frowned, raised his head and glanced forward.
Unknowingly, he had reached the castle gate.
Directly in front of him stood a thin young wizard. His shiny bald head shone like a mirror under the magic torch beside the black iron gate of Hogwarts. The man's pale cheeks were also a little pale at this time.
Hong, I don’t know if it’s because of the reflection of the firelight, or the embarrassment of being blocked from the school gates as a suspicious person, or maybe both.
Bald head, haggard face, wrinkled black wizard robe...
After looking at it for a while, Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly thought of a person's name.
"...Huh? Wait, are you...Quirinus Quirrell?"
"You are Lockhart, the most... um... special Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart of the legendary Ravenclaw House? How come you are in Hogwarts? I remember you were not
Have you been traveling the world and writing?”
The young wizard is none other than Quirinus Quirrell, who was just discharged from Salzburg Hospital.
Due to the loss of magic power, in addition to being able to use floo powder and portkeys to travel, props such as broomsticks that rely on magic power cannot be used. For the first time, Quirrell realized how difficult it is to go to Hogwarts.
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And just when he dragged his big suitcase and finally walked from Hogsmeade Village to the entrance of Hogwarts, before he could cross the gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides, he was surrounded by several people who called themselves "Hogwarts".
"Watts - Institute Urban Researcher" was surrounded by a group of crazy Muggle women, and she was almost taken to a temporary security point nearby to wait for mercy.
"Professor Lockhart, this gentleman...well, is he really a professor at Hogwarts?"
Arkhipovna, who was wearing a white coat, crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Quirrell rather suspiciously.
As a researcher working with Lockhart during this period, she had carefully read the latest staff roster of Hogwarts. In Arkhipovna's impression, there was no such thin and pale wizard in it at all.
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To be more precise...she even had considerable doubts about whether this man was a wizard.
After all, if this young man was really, as he claimed, a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the magic school behind him, how could he not be able to cast even the most superficial magic?
"Oh, of course, of course."
Lockhart showed a bright smile, walked forward quickly, and patted Quirrell warmly on the shoulder.
"Quilinus Quirrell, this is the pride of our Ravenclaw Academy! Although I was almost graduating when this guy enrolled, I had heard rumors about him even when I was outside.
.In the past hundred years, he is the only one who stayed in school directly after graduation. Even the cold new dean of Slytherin is not as good as him."
"Is that so? But..."
Arkhipovna still looked at Quirrell with some suspicion.
How could such a frail, prematurely bald wizard be the pride of the academy? If Professor Lockhart had arrived a little later, she might have beaten this guy to the ground by herself and dragged him to a small dark room. .
You know, in the former Soviet Union, all the interns in the research institute were more powerful than this guy.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Quirinas and I have met when we were in school. As soon as I saw him, I remembered his clumsy and childish look at that time... Ha! Povna, don't forget, I But he is a wizard."
Lockhart blinked his eyes flexibly, grinned and said.
"Never underestimate a wizard's memory. If conditions permit, I can even recall a few sesame quilinas on a piece of bread for breakfast more than ten years ago. You should still remember, my dear Old prefect, right?"
"Uh, Senior Lockhart..."
Glancing at the extremely enthusiastic Gilderoy Lockhart, Quirrell began to think back.
Quirinus Quirrell entered school in 1981. In the winter of the year he enrolled, Voldemort's invincible magic failed at the Potter's house and disappeared from sight. At that time, Gilderoy Lockhart was already a A sixth grader.
As a popular figure in Ravenclaw, that year also happened to be the year Lockhart served as the last prefect.
However, it was not the prefect's erudition and enthusiasm that left a deep impression on Quirinus Quirrell.
What's more, it's Mr. Lockhart's dramatic method that made all the teachers and students of Hogwarts stunned. His damn desire for expression and his unprecedented ability to toss are perhaps second only to Elena last year. .
In the memory of Quirinus Quirrell...
Gilderoy Lockhart once had his name carved into the Quidditch pitch in 20-foot letters (which landed him in confinement for a week), and had his own likeness projected like the Dark Mark. He went to the sky, sent himself eight hundred Valentine's Day cards, and had to cancel breakfast because a lot of owl droppings and feathers fell into the cereal.
As a freshman in Ravenclaw that year, most of Quirrell's shameful things happened during that time.
So much so that when Gilderoy Lockhart graduated from Hogwarts, almost the entire school breathed a sigh of relief.
"Anyway, I'm sorry, Povna...I may not be able to come over tonight to cooperate with the research."
Lockhart sighed helplessly and briefly explained to Arkhipovna a few words, mainly about the fact that today in order to guide new colleagues to report, he had to temporarily "coo" for a day of "non-magical world study".
After getting along with them for the past few days, he found that these researchers were not as difficult to get along with as he thought.
Apart from some troublesome stubbornness in academic matters, he is much better than most Muggles. As long as he can explain magic and life problems, most of them can quickly accept them and come up with some feasible solutions.
For example...
"Okay, then I will sort out the handouts and give them to you later."
Arkhipovna nodded noncommittally and released her right hand from Quirrell's collar.
"But I have agreed in advance that I will write today's leave request record into the experiment log as one of the reference factors for the subsequent memory entry test. If you have any extra time or experience investment in the future, please tell me truthfully."
"No problem, I will make it up tomorrow. I will definitely make it up."
Gilderoy Lockhart looked at the former Soviet female scientist who was gradually walking away, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, so many years after graduation, he would experience the feeling of taking a leave of absence from school again.
If he hadn't happened to meet Quirinas Quirrell, he really wouldn't have been able to find any suitable reason. According to the Destiny Group's WIB code of conduct, the consequences of lying are quite serious... As for the insufficient reason, that will be subject to follow-up review.
It's a matter of process. Skipping classes to this extent means, at best, a slight deduction in salary and doing a few more tasks.
As a senior member of the Destiny Group, Gilderoy Lockhart has become increasingly precise in this aspect.
"Let's go, Quirinus, Hogwarts has changed a lot now."
Lockhart turned around and patted the shoulder of the junior boy next to him who was still remembering.
"...Huh? What's going on? Your expression seems a little strange? Oh, I also forgot to ask, what discipline are you serving as a professor when you come back this time? If it is anti-dark magic, you should pay more attention..."
Because he was too young, Gilderoy Lockhart could hardly fit into the circle of older people.
The appearance of Quirinus Quirrell was obviously very exciting news for Lockhart. It reminded Lockhart of the way he guided the new students when he was still in school.
Good old days.
The most important thing is that as a loyal subordinate of the third generation Dark Lord, Lockhart is very aware of the personnel changes in the organization.
Quirinus Quirrell did not join the Destiny Group, the Special Containment Procedures Foundation... and he had no employment relationship with Gringotts Wizarding Bank. In other words, he was a "normal wizard" like a blank slate.
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In addition to those complicated demon forces, Lockhart really hopes to have a "normal" ordinary friend.
"Muggle Studies."
Quirrell, who had just escaped from a female bear, was very tired, so he said casually.
"As for why I didn't use magic: First, I was a Muggle, and according to the provisions of the Statute of Secrecy, I shouldn't do that. Second, in order to have a deeper understanding of Muggle life, I decided not to use magic as much as possible.
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Not many wizards know yet about his loss of magical abilities.
According to the suggestions of Elena, Dumbledore, Grindelwald and others, this kind of rhetoric is obviously the most appropriate.
After all, Quirinas Quirrell had previously taken a year off from school to explore the Black Forest of Albania in order to obtain practical information on Defense Against the Dark Arts, so this performance art for Muggle Studies class was quite reasonable.
After a short pause, Quirinus Quirrell raised his third finger and said calmly.
"Third, this is the gate of Hogwarts. As long as I take a step forward, she will trigger the expulsion spell."
"But you just seemed unable to move forward..."
Gilderoy Lockhart glanced at the collar of Quirrell's rumpled robe, shook his head, and said with a narrow smile.
"Quirinus, Quirinus, Quirinus."
Quirrell glanced at the senior next to him who had been a bit weird since school, but said nothing.
In fact, he just wanted to return to the castle as soon as possible and see Albus Dumbledore asking questions about the changes in Hogwarts or about his subsequent arrangements. He had too many doubts.
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"Oh, of course, I totally understand. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Gilderoy Lockhart reached out and grabbed his shoulders, showing a friendly look like a big brother.
"But I have to warn you, you'd better not have any thoughts about those women! As a professor at Hogwarts, it's really not easy to find a partner. I understand that young people like you are always impulsive, but those scholars are different. What you just said
Their behavior is quite rational. If you hurt them, even I may not be able to save you."
"Hogwarts is now very magical, prosperous, and dangerous at the same time."
He winked kindly at Quirinus Quirrell, and spoke meaningfully and mysteriously.
"I know, I only fight. You may not understand this for the time being, but as a person who has experienced it, I can still give you some advice. Talk less, read more, ask less. If you have anything to ask me, there is always nothing wrong.
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"..."
Quirinus Quirrell rolled his eyes helplessly.
He had already made up his mind. After rejoining Hogwarts, it would be best to keep a non-interfering distance from Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and it would be best to find a way to remind him of that professor in a subtle way.