Hogwarts Homecoming

When watching a group of cheering little wizards walk out of the classroom, Amosta was full of confusion, confusion and doubts about life. However, he finally figured out one thing, why both Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall could not stand Lohar Unique way of teaching!

This might just be an isolated case—on the way back to his office, Amosta, who was forced to read half a book, thought in a daze.

However, in the next few days, the brutal facts proved to him that Lockhart's way of teaching is so ridiculous!

"How did Dumbledore find such a strange thing?"

On Thursday morning, Amosta, who left the first-year class to go to the auditorium for dinner, couldn't help feeling sorry for the little wizards. When he was studying in this school, the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts were also changed every year, and the level of the teacher was different. Not all, but anyway, those professors are still teaching with their heart, not at all like Lohatta, who made this class abruptly into a recitation class and an acting class.

Speaking of acting, it happened yesterday afternoon. It was the first time he taught Potter's grade. He had some expectations beforehand, thinking that Lohatta would restrain himself in front of the 'protagonist', but in the end His jaw dropped.

For two full hours, Amostar plays a simple villager in the Himalayas who is grateful to Lockhart, and Lockhart forces Potter to play the snowman while he himself plays himself.

"Do something, Professor Blaine!"

When the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over, Harry, who was kicked up and down by Lockhart and accidentally fell off the table, hugged his bluish calf and looked at him in despair,

"I can't thank you enough!"

Ron covered his mouth and snickered desperately, but soon he was baring his teeth and screaming, because Hermione, who was carrying several Lockhart books, stepped on him as she passed by him.

"I thought your performance was brilliant, Professor Blaine!"

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, then blushed and said something to Amosta, and ran away quickly.

Great show? Is that the point, Miss Granger?

Amosta looked at the little girl who ran out in surprise, with a puzzled 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, and she has been trying to convince everyone that the absurd adventures written in Professor Lockhart's book are true, but, she She has been unable to provide evidence, but now, she has finally found a fan of Professor Lockhart - that is a 'weight' character."

"Who is it?" Amosta asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's you, Professor Blaine."

Harry quietly observed Amosta's face, and said in a very cautious tone, "Hermione told me that she heard Professor Lockhart say that you are his die-hard fan--"

Amosta rolled his eyes at Lao Gao, thinking seriously about the suggestion Professor Snape made last time.

During lunch, while Lockhart was chatting with the annoying Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall turned his head over and stared at Amosta sternly, and said in an almost whispering voice,

"Professor Bryan, Hogwarts didn't pay you to let you follow him and show your true level in reciting to the little wizards. Amosta, you promised me!"

Amostar put down the lemon meringue in his hand, looked at the crowded auditorium, he saw Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table looking at him in confusion, and there were a few people from Ravenclaw While pointing at him, the girl snickered and shook her head.

"Headmaster Dumbledore--"

Amosta blinked, her tone calm.

"Any advice, Amostar?"

It seemed that Dumbledore, who had nothing to do with this matter, shook his beard and recovered from the state of seriously dealing with the cauldron cake.

"Would you mind if I wanted to buy Professor Lockhart a drink and accidentally added something to his glass while drinking and Professor Lockhart had to rest in his hospital bed for a while?"

Snape, who had been lowering his head all the time, finally stopped staring at him, the corners of his mouth hung sideways, and there was a little more expression in his empty eyes,

"--remember what I taught you in your first class, Amostar?"

"Powder of narcissus root added to an infusion of wormwood gives a powerful sleeping potion, a dose of death water, which can normally leave a person in bed stupefied for a week.

But if it is taken with high concentration of alcohol, and if it is not treated properly, it will keep people in a state of confusion that makes it difficult to speak, and the state will last for two months. "

Amostar nodded at Snape nonchalantly,

"You know, Professor Snape, my memory has always been very good. What's your opinion, 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 rather dazed.

"I am one hundred and twelve years old this year. The power of time is really frightening. Recently, I have obviously felt that my legs and feet are not as flexible as before, my eyes are starting to lose sight, and my ears are a little hard. So, for you and I didn't catch a word of what Severus and Minerva were discussing--"

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips tightly, staring at him half helplessly and half angrily.

But Dumbledore didn't give Professor McGonagall a chance to complain, he stood up directly, and said to everyone who was planning to murder a well-known author and professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, he was mentally weak and needed to go back to the office to rest , and left directly.

"Before nine o'clock tonight, I will deliver what you need to your office."

Professor Snape also stood up, and his back seemed impatient to leave.

"Bobby!"

Under Amosta's meaningful gaze, Professor McGonagall, a little ashamed and annoyed, turned to Madam Pomfrey who was making fish soup,

"If you are free at night, can you come to my office, I have something I want to talk to you alone--"

"Oh, no problem, Minerva, I'll be on time!"

Madam Pomfrey, who thought that her salary would be raised, was radiant, and happily agreed.

"Ahem, Professor Lockhart--"

After Professor McGonagall left, the staff table, which was still full just now, was almost half empty. Flitwick ran away quickly while Amostar was talking to Lockhart, and his extremely vigorous movements could vaguely show the duel champion of the year style!

"Aha, Amosta, I also want to get my Valentine's Day card in advance like Felius, oh! This is really embarrassing for me, but..."

"It's actually like this,"

Amostar directly interrupted Lockhart's long speech,

"I heard from Miss Granger in my second-year defense class last time that your favorite birthday present is a case of Ogden Old Fire Whiskey. Oh, luckily speaking, I happen to have a bottle of Dumbledore at my place It’s more than 80 years old from the principal, I wonder if I would have the honor to treat you to the Three Broomsticks for a drink this Saturday?”

"What do you two have to say now?"

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione, who stretched her head to eavesdrop on the professor's conversation, glanced at Harry and Ron who were looking at each other, raised her chin proudly,

"He is his fan!"