At half past ten on the weekend morning, Amosta stood in front of Professor Lockhart's office.
To be honest, he didn't have much ill feelings towards this less famous professor. Judging from the last brief contact, the professor's attitude when communicating with him was quite friendly. Of course, it has to be said that he His speaking style is indeed a bit exaggerated.
In fact, Amosta felt a little guilty about Lockhart, and there were two reasons in total.
The first reason is obvious. Someone who is a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor takes away half of other people's work without even saying hello. Such behavior is, in a more serious sense, called job grabbing. It is very unethical. of.
The second reason is a bit more complicated.
A few nights ago, Amosta used some method to forcefully transfer the Dark Lord's curse on this position to the voodoo doll. The advantage of this is that Amosta himself does not have to bear the consequences of the curse. The risk, along with the risk of Lockhart, who should have suffered all the consequences of the curse, was much less.
At first glance, this may seem like the best of both worlds, but it's not.
For example, the Dark Lord's curse is like a rushing river. Amosta's way of resisting the curse is to forcibly build a dike on the river to block the rapid flow of water. As long as the dike is strong, he can stand behind the dike. He is safe, but if one day the dam collapses, or if he takes the initiative to remove the dam, then the water stored in the high level will be far more brutal than before.
Of course, if Professor Lockhart resigns before Amosta and runs away, then he will probably have to bear all the consequences himself.
"Please come in!"
The voice behind the door was still so cheerful, nothing unusual could be heard.
"I hope he won't be too angry--"
Before opening the door, Amosta muttered softly.
The decoration style of Professor Lockhart's office is as exaggerated as himself. Several walls in the room are covered with portraits of himself. Even on a sunny morning, the room is still lit with many bright candles. The colors of those candles The light was reflected by the white teeth in the photo on the wall and hit Amosta, almost blinding him.
Another point worth mentioning is that among the Hogwarts faculty and staff, Professor Lockhart is probably the only one who has received letters comparable to Principal Dumbledore. The letters on his desk are waiting for a reply. About five feet tall.
"Oh, Miss Granger, I didn't expect you to be here too!"
He was not the only one in Lockhart's office. Opposite him, a little witch hurriedly stood up from her chair after seeing him come in. Her face was red and she hid a golden card in her pocket.
"Good morning, Mr. Blaine!"
Amosta stood at the door without moving. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"So Madam Pomfrey has taken care of your beautiful black..."
Amosta saw the little witch lowering her head and blinking desperately, her body almost curled up in a ball with tension, so she immediately understood.
"Oh...well, congratulations on your recovery, Miss Granger...then,"
Amosta looked at Lockhart with questioning eyes, "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, Professor Lockhart, if it's inconvenient for you right now..."
"Oh, no need to leave, I can't refuse one fan because of another, Amosta, Miss Granger is here to express her gratitude to me, we are done talking!"
Amosta saw Hermione's eyes flashing with curiosity when she looked at him, and knew that she must have misunderstood something, but he didn't bother to explain the harmless misunderstanding and walked in with a wry smile.
Although she was curious about why Mr. Blaine came to visit Professor Lockhart, Hermione knew that they would definitely not allow her to stay here and blatantly eavesdrop, so she could only leave reluctantly. Before leaving, something happened. As a side story, Hermione accidentally knocked over the pile of hundreds of letters on Professor Lockhart's desk that were waiting for a reply.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I'll help you right now..."
Looking at Hermione who was hurriedly looking for her wand, Amosta shook her head in amusement. Why did she always look panicked every time she saw this smart little witch.
"No need to bother, Miss Granger, leave it to me!"
Watching the panting Hermione leave, Amosta walked forward with a smile. He glanced at the envelopes scattered on the floor and on the desk. Suddenly, a pile of old-looking sheepskin was pressed under the letter. The words on the paper made his eyes freeze, but he quickly returned to normal. With a crisp snap of his fingers, hundreds of letters in various envelopes automatically floated up and returned neatly. Put it in place.
"In my opinion, you are probably the most popular teacher in this school right now, Professor Lockhart."
Professor Lockhart's smile, which was a little stiff due to Amosta's beautiful silent and wandless casting, immediately brightened up.
"Actually, it's more than that. When you fully integrate into the team of professors, you will find that among the team of professors, Gilderoy Lockhart is also the one who attracts the most attention. After all,"
Lockhart winked at Amosta playfully and took a deep breath.
"How many people can win the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row, and are also recipients of the Third Order of Merlin and honorary members of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance? Of course, Amosta, Yin and Gran Miss Jie also knows my past very well, right?"
Lockhart didn't notice that Amosta, whose face was getting more and more worried, was completely intoxicated in his own world.
"Oh, haha, Amosta, Amosta, I have to admit that you surprised me once again. You took great pains to follow my footsteps and entered Hogwarts. Now you even follow me in order to get closer to me. Dumbledore applied to be my assistant, and oh, I have to say, Amosta, you are very prominent among my most ardent followers!"
Amosta pursed her lips tightly and looked tense. She somewhat understood why this well-known star writer became such a dislike at Hogwarts!
However, this also gave Amosta an idea on how to communicate with him.
"Ahem, it's true, Professor Lockhart, I am indeed your admirer..."
"Aha!"
Lockhart laughed exaggeratedly, with an expression on his face that said it was true.
"...That's true. I applied to be an Assistant Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts to be close to you. I hope to improve myself in your class with the little wizards.
However, Professor McGonagall does seem to think... Oh, what she means is that it is too hard for you to deal with so many fan letters every day and teach hundreds of young wizards to fight against evil black magic. She hopes that I can share the burden. To put some pressure on you, let me teach senior students alone. To be honest, this is inconsistent with my original intention..."
"No need to say it, Amosta, I know exactly what you mean-"
The confidence on Lockhart's face seemed to glow, and he interrupted Amosta's explanation.
"You want to teach with me, right? No problem, Amosta. Gilderoy Lockhart will never refuse the request of any enthusiastic fan!"
Well...
Amosta was at a loss to achieve his goal so simply!
At the end of this pleasant meeting, Amosta asked if he should make any preparations in case he could not cooperate with Professor Lockhart's progress during class, but Lockhart told him that he did not need to make any preparations at all. Just follow instructions during class.
"By the way, Professor Lockhart—"
Before leaving the office, Amosta stood at the door and turned his head with a very subtle expression.
"Have you done any research on memory magic..."
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