When he watched a group of cheering young wizards walk out of the classroom, Amosta was filled with confusion, confusion and doubt about life. However, he finally understood one thing, which was why both Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall couldn't stand Loha. Unique teaching method!
This may be just a case---on the way back to his office, Amosta, who was forced to read half of the book, thought in a daze.
However, in the next few days, the cruel facts proved to him that Lockhart's class method was so ridiculous!
"How could Dumbledore find such a weirdo?"
On Thursday morning, Amosta left the first-grade class and went to the auditorium for dinner. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the little wizards. When he was studying in this school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors also changed every year, and their levels were very different. It's not uniform, but at least the professors are still teaching attentively. It's not like Lohata, who turned this course into a recitation class and a performance class.
Speaking of performance, that happened yesterday afternoon. It was the first time he taught class for Potter's grade. He had some expectations beforehand, thinking that Lohata would restrain himself in front of the 'protagonist', but in the end His jaw dropped.
For two hours, Amosta plays a simple Himalayan villager beholden to Lockhart, who forces Porter to play the snowman while he plays himself.
"Do something, Professor Blaine!"
When the Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, Harry accidentally fell off the table because he was jumping up and down due to Lockhart's efforts, holding his blue and red calves and looking at him desperately,
"I will be grateful to you!"
Ron covered his mouth and snickered desperately, but soon he also bared his teeth and screamed because Hermione, who was holding several Lockhart books, stepped on him hard when she passed by.
"I thought your performance was wonderful, Professor Blaine!"
Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, then said something to Amosta with a blushing face, and ran away quickly.
Great performance? Is that the point, Miss Granger?
Amosta looked at the little girl who ran out in surprise, with a confused expression on her face.
"She sees things differently than we do, Professor Blaine--"
Dean Thomas said to Amosta rationally, "Hermione admires Professor Lockhart very much. She has been trying to convince everyone that the ridiculous adventures written in Professor Lockhart's books are true. However, she She has been unable to provide evidence, but now, she finally found a fan of Lockhart's professor - that is an 'important' figure..."
"Who is it?" Amosta asked with his eyebrows raised high.
"That's you, Professor Blaine."
Harry quietly observed Amosta's face and said in a cautious tone, "Hermione told me that she heard Professor Lockhart say that you were his biggest fan--"
Amosta rolled his eyes and thought carefully about the suggestion that Professor Snape mentioned last time.
During lunch, while Lockhart was boasting to the irritated Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall turned her head and glared at Amosta sternly, and said in an almost whispering voice,
"Professor Brain, Hogwarts doesn't pay you to follow him and give recitations to the little wizards... Show your true skills, Amosta, you promised me!"
Amosta put down the lemon meringue in his hand and looked at the crowded auditorium. He saw Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table looking at him in confusion. There were also a few people on the Ravenclaw side. The girl pointed at him, snickering and shaking her head.
"Headmaster Dumbledore--"
Amosta blinked and his tone was calm.
"Any advice, Amosta?"
It was as if Dumbledore, who had nothing to do with this matter, shook his beard and came back to his senses from seriously dealing with the cauldron-shaped cake.
"Would you mind if I wanted to treat Professor Lockhart to a drink and accidentally added something to his glass while I was drinking, causing Professor Lockhart to have to rest in bed for a while?"
Snape, who had always lowered his head, finally no longer looked at him stingily. The corners of his mouth were slanted, and his empty eyes had a little more sparkle.
"--Do you remember what my first lesson was when you were in first grade, Amosta?"
"When narcissus root powder is added to mugwort infusion, you will get a very powerful sleeping pill. This is a dose of water of life and death. Normally, it can make people stay in bed dazed for a week.
However, if it is taken with high-concentration alcohol and is not treated correctly, it will cause the person to be in a state of confusion that makes it difficult to speak, and the state will last for two months. "
Amosta nodded at Snape nonchalantly,
"You know, Professor Snape, I've always had a pretty good memory... and what do you think, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"Ahem, Amosta--"
At this time, Dumbledore suddenly raised his head and began to study the patterns on the chandeliers above the auditorium. His blue eyes were no longer so penetrating, but in a trance.
"I am one hundred and twelve years old this year... The power of time is really daunting. Recently, I have clearly felt that my legs and feet are not as flexible as before, my eyes have begun to see things unclearly, and my ears are a bit deaf, so, for I didn’t hear a word of what you just discussed with Severus and Minerva--"
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly and stared at him half helplessly and half angrily.
But Dumbledore didn't give Professor McGonagall a chance to complain. He stood up directly and told everyone who was planning to murder a well-known writer and professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He was mentally ill and needed to go back to the office to rest. , and left directly.
"I will deliver the things you need to your office before nine o'clock tonight."
Professor Snape also stood up, and his back seemed impatient to leave.
"Bobby!"
Under Amosta's thoughtful gaze, Professor McGonagall, who was a little ashamed and annoyed, turned to look at Madam Pomfrey who was making fish soup.
"If you are free in the evening, can you come to my office? I have something I want to communicate with you alone-"
"Oh, no problem, Minerva, I'll be on time!"
Madam Pomfrey, who thought her salary was going to be increased, was radiant and happily agreed.
"Ahem, Professor Lockhart--"
After Professor McGonagall left, the staff table that was full just now was almost half empty. Flitwick took advantage of Amosta to speak to Lockhart and ran away. His extremely vigorous movements could vaguely be seen as the dueling champion of the year. The style!
"Aha, Amosta, you also want to get my Valentine's Day card in advance like Filius, oh! This is really embarrassing for me, but..."
"That's actually true,"
Amosta interrupted Lockhart's tirade directly.
"In the last defense class in the second grade, I learned from Miss Granger that your favorite birthday gift was a box of Ogden's aged fire whiskey... Oh, it's really lucky that I happened to have a bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey there. It was given as a gift from Principal Bullide over eighty years ago. I wonder if I would be honored to treat you to the Three Broomsticks for a drink this Saturday?"
.....
"What else do you two have to talk about now?"
At the Gryffindor table, Hermione, who was eavesdropping on the professor's conversation with her head stretched out, glanced at Harry and Ron, who were looking at each other, and raised her chin proudly.
"He's such a fan!"
