It's February, and under the blowing spring breeze, the dead trees in the Forbidden Forest are sprouting new buds in large areas. The little wizards in the castle are also about to usher in the Valentine's Day of 1993 in this spring full of life.
For students in the first and second grades who are still ignorant, Valentine's Day is just a festival with unclear meaning, but for middle and senior students, the importance of this festival is self-evident.
On the first morning of the first week of February, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff blocked a beautiful Chinese-American at the door of the Ravenclaw common room at the instigation of his dormitory friends. girl, and presented him with a little singing cupid card made by himself.
Percy, a good student, couldn't stand loneliness. In Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, he turned a salamander into Penelo's appearance while no one was paying attention, and smiled silly at her for several minutes. .
Principal Dumbledore rarely showed his gentlemanly demeanor. He ordered a bouquet of flowers from Hogsmeade to every female staff member of Hogwarts. Influenced by his behavior, Lockhart was happy during lunch. He announced to all the professors that he would write a hymn to everyone in the school, and mysteriously said that he had come up with a wonderful idea to give the hymn to everyone on Valentine's Day.
"Amosta, is it possible for you to kill this idiot before that day comes?"
After listening to Lockhart's words, Snape looked gloomy and asked coldly in a lowered voice.
"I'll do my best, Professor!"
Amosta chewed a piece of bacon and said dumbfounded, "But why don't you prepare some poison yourself? You are a Potions Professor and a Potions Master, so you must be very good at this!"
After lunch, Amosta used his lunch break to check last night's surveillance, but still found nothing.
On Monday afternoon, the sixth graders of Gryffindor and Slytherin had two common Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. This was the first time he and Lockhart taught together. To show respect, he changed into a brand new black wizard robe. , and appeared in the classroom before everyone arrived.
Ten minutes before two o'clock in the afternoon, the sixth grade students arrived in this classroom one after another. Although the incident had already spread, when the little wizards discovered that Mr. Investigator had really appeared in their presence In class, everyone still showed expressions of surprise and excitement.
Professor Lockhart hadn't come yet, and Amosta was the only one standing on the podium with a smile on his face, facing the noisy Gryffindor and Slytherin students who were clearly separated.
Everyone here had been in school with Amosta, but except for a few people, he had no impression of most of them.
"Flint, I heard that you are now the captain of the Slytherin team?"
When Amosta spoke, the sound in the classroom suddenly pressed the pause button, and all eyes were focused on Marcus and Amosta.
"Yes, sir...oh, I mean, Professor Blaine."
Flint, who was tall and looked like a troll, subconsciously stood up. Facing a professor felt very different from facing a professor with the identity of an investigator. The playing style on the Quidditch field was rough. Flint looked very nervous and his tone was very reserved,
"That happened last year--"
After all, this is the team of his own college, so Amosta still needs to support him mentally. He nodded approvingly.
"Then work hard, Flint. I hope the Slytherin team can achieve something under your leadership."
When Amosta said this, the expressions of the Gryffindors in the classroom who were originally curious about him immediately turned cold. Some die-hard Quidditch fans even showed hatred in their eyes.
Oliver and Percy, who were sitting in the crowd, looked at each other and then lowered their heads, pretending to be looking at the copy of "Walking with Trolls" that had been spread out on the table.
Amosta's encouragement actually made the little wizards of Slatin feel proud. They subconsciously thought that Professor Blaine and Professor Snape had similar styles, and they took great care of their own people. The horse who was named first Kus even got a little carried away. After looking arrogantly at Oliver who had his head lowered, he smiled slyly and said loudly,
"Thank you for your support, Professor Blaine..., we - all of us in Slytherin are excited about your appointment as teaching assistant. Professor, we think you will be the best Defense Against the Dark Arts class in recent years. Professor, what are you going to teach us?"
Oliver Wood, who almost buried his head under the table, secretly made a vomiting expression, and even Percy, a model student, didn't look so happy.
"Haha, thank you for your support too, Flint,"
Amosta did not pursue Marcus Flint's little plan. He nodded and said with a smile, "As you said, Flint, I am just a teaching assistant. Regarding your teaching plan, I still have to decide." Professor Lockhart calls the shots."
At this moment, Lockhart strode in. Today he was wearing a dark plum-colored robe. Amosta discovered that in the many times he and Professor Lockhart met, I haven't seen him wearing robes of the same color before.
“Is it really that profitable to write a book?”
When Amosta walked up to greet him, this thought flashed through his mind.
"It looks like you've already introduced yourself, right, Professor Blaine?"
Lockhart smiled brightly and patted Amosta heavily on the shoulder, as if he was speaking to a junior he valued.
"Just a quick hello, Professor Lockhart—"
Amosta calmly moved his shoulders away and said with a friendly smile, "Like the little wizards, I am looking forward to your wonderful lectures!"
"Oh, no, it looks like the same stuff!"
Among the Gryffindor students, someone whispered this.
Amosta's expression twitched, and he was sure that Lockhart also heard these words, because for a moment, Lockhart's expression froze for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal.
"So..."
Amosta, who had no idea what was going to happen next, stared at the classroom where the atmosphere suddenly became lifeless.
"Where do we begin, Professor Lockhart?"
"Oh, don't worry, Blaine, the little guys are already familiar with it!"
In the next two hours, Amosta finally got to see Lohat's unique 'teaching method'. He called the students' names one by one, asked them to recite large sections of the story books he had written, and asked The little wizards were full of emotions.
Lockhart stood at the podium, pretending not to see the painful expressions on the faces of the little wizards, and looking happy. Of course, if the emotion of the recitation was not rich enough, Lockhart would also personally write for everyone. During the demonstration, he would also deliberately make some exaggerated and funny body movements in an attempt to enhance the classroom atmosphere, but in the end no one paid any attention to him.
The only thing Amosta can do is to help Lockhart maintain classroom discipline.
"Is this how you...have always taught them?"
While Lockhart was breathing heavily after reading a long description of the process of subduing the troll, Amosta casually walked over to him, speaking in a very tactful tone.
"Aha, eager to express yourself, right!"
Lockhart pointed his finger at his nose, his eyes very smart. He ignored Amosta's explanation and directly stopped Percy who was reading the textbook in a dull, lifeless voice. "A chance to become famous." It's right in front of you, Brian, it's up to you whether you can catch it!"
He forced the textbook into Amosta's hand and loudly announced to everyone,
"Let you see how a true fan uses his passionate voice to express his high respect for Professor Lockhart!"
Chichi---
Looking at the bewildered investigator beside Lockhart at the podium, Wood burst into laughter.
