Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Lockhart Artist (Edited)
"Professor Dumbledore, you're revealing yourself!" Severus Snape was fuming at this point, as he slammed hard on Dumbledore's desk.
"There's definitely something wrong with that Gilderoy Lockhart!" said Snape in a tone of absolute certainty, "He even knows Occlumency!"
"And so do you!"
"It's not the same thing!" Snape grew increasingly annoyed by Dumbledore's relaxed attitude.
"Legilimency can't solve all problems once and for all." Dumbledore said calmly, "I think our Professor Lockhart is a true Ravenclaw."
"A true Ravenclaw," Snape said, a smirk on his lips, "After all these years, you and I know all four founders! You don't really think the legendary 'Raven Claws' is a know-it-all who likes to hang out in libraries, do you?"
"Raven Claws, metaphorically speaking, is a greedy predator. Only it's not wealth that Lady Ravenclaw covets, it's knowledge. If you have the knowledge that Lady Ravenclaw wants, then you should be careful.
Dumbledore smiled, "The entire Hogwarts library is open to this raven, and there is enough knowledge in it for him to plunder for the rest of his life. "
Dumbledore didn't worry about Lockhart at school, even if he had done something out of the ordinary.
"He also taught the students the Killing Curse" Snape recalled another of Lockhart's "crimes", "Professor Dumbledore, we must act now, and send him where he belongs! "
"Where should he be?"
"Azkaban!"
Dumbledore smiled happily, "Well, Severus, don't overthink it, getting the students to see the Killing Curse and teaching them the Killing Curse are two different things!"
Finally, Snape came out of Dumbledore's office in long strides.
He decided to keep a close eye on Lockhart, the suspicious Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, just as he had done with Quirrell last year. Snape was also a bit depressed: the last two years of Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers had not been pleasant, so he hoped that next year's would be a bit more reliable.
Snape no longer intended to tangle with Dumbledore on the subject of Lockhart, he still had more important things to do today: the reworking of the Death Eater potion had reached a very critical stage, and would require a great deal of effort on his part.
The process had gone as well as it had the first time he had done it over the summer, and everything had gone just as Damocles had written on his paper, but the further he progressed, the more anxious Snape became.
This was because Snape's first experiment with aconite had inexplicably failed over the summer. It was the third time he had brewed a wolfsbane potion, and having failed twice already, Snape didn't want to do it again.
He had been thinking about why, but it had taken him a while to find the root of the problem. Snape had a hunch that he was a little closer to success, and if he could figure out the key, he would be the first master potion maker in the magical world to successfully duplicate the wolfsbane potion.
Without looking back, he headed for the basement. He had done his duty anyway, Dumbledore knew who Lockhart was and it was none of his business what Dumbledore did next with Lockhart.
Tom sneezed, "Who's talking about me?" he muttered, suddenly confused.
He wondered, if it was true that someone sneezing behind someone's back made that person sneeze, had he sneezed because someone was talking about Tom or someone was talking about Lockhart?
But he quickly put that ridiculous idea out of his head and, instead of being confused by it, tried to learn the spell Voldemort had cast on his name. The effect of the spell was terrifying, as the utterance of the word "Voldemort" would cause a disturbance that would allow the Death Eaters to locate him, and then the Death Eaters would come to the scene of the incident, capture and eliminate the target.
The spell is quite powerful, but there are some loopholes: can the spell tell if it is the voice of a real person? Wouldn't it be a waste of Death Eater power for the rebels to have a bunch of tape recorders playing the word Voldemort at a distance? And by extension, could people use the stage to fight Death Eaters?
Learn to fight! Wizards in the British magical community are still not experienced enough in combat.
Tom was lost in thought.
At that moment, his puppet [Sister] was partially finished.
Sister]'s core had been securely armored by armor, and the small cylinder that resonated with the core had been encased in a shell that looked like a handle. The handle was divided into two parts, the left half was a joystick that controlled the direction of [Sister]'s travel, the right half was three interlocking rings, each with seven compartments, and the circle enclosed in the ring was divided into four equal parts.
Tom divided the spells on [Sister]'s body into seven main areas: hands, legs, torso, head, and armor. The seven compartments in the first circle correspond to these seven areas. Next, Tom divided the spells in each area into three levels of danger: normal, dangerous, and deadly, each followed by counter spells.
Of course, Professor Flitwick included very few deadly spells. After all, practical exam examiners would not have asked students to try to break spells like the Imperius Curse or the Killing Curse. A spell like "Diffindo" was the limit, Tom wouldn't even do it in class. Because there is a real risk of breaking the student all at once.
Spells and counterspells occupy six slots, and the seventh slot is reserved for that part of the body, which can be prepared for some delicate movements. Each of these seven positions can correspond to seven moves or spells: that's where the third circle comes in.
With these three circles, Tom can use the limited space available to perform 343 moves and spells with the [Sister]. Of course, these 343 slots are not filled, for example, the protector spells are mainly protection spells and there are only seven of them. The four matching circles are the four small spells that Tom asked Professor Flitwick to attach to the one-handed sword.
[Semi-automatic combat puppet [Sister]: (4 stars): The work of a transfiguration master, an enchantment master, and an apprentice alchemist, this is a semi-automatic combat figure with many functions and intricacies, and has great potential, but is half-finished. Once completed, the creation will be able to get more stars].
[Alchemist Achievement Unlocked: Successfully create an alchemical artifact with a 4-star rating].
[Achievement reward: alchemy breakthrough track number two].
Tom immediately remembered that the reward from the previous quest [Elf in the Forest] was also a hint that helped him advance alchemy, which was a miracle in Egypt, as it could be used to advance alchemy without getting stuck.
Each of the two clues is accompanied by a commentary and a poem. The first tells Tom what the secret treasure does, and the second tells him what the secret treasure is. The poem tells exactly where it is and how to get it.
However, the poem was so confusing that for a while he couldn't understand what it said. At that time, after a long night of work, his mind was spinning. But even after all that time, the [Sister] was only less than a third complete. It was almost dawn, so he lay down and rested for a while.
Under the same sky, different people did different things. But everyone in this castle had one thing in common: they all had classes the next day.
Tom's main event today is Defense Against the Dark Arts for the sixth graders. The previous class was the opening exam, and in this one, he was bringing something to the table.
Percy Weasley took a seat and waited for Professor Lockhart to arrive. Next to him sat Oliver Wood, the goalkeeper and captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team.
Other than that, the classroom was sparsely populated by a dozen students. This is the state of things in the upper years: many subjects, after the fifth year, have a large number of fewer students. The remaining students either fail to pass the minimum grade set by the professor, or they learn during fifth-year career counseling that they do not need a certificate in the subject for their future position.
If it is not needed, it should not be taken. It would not be worth taking an extra course that would leave you with less energy and lower your grades in other subjects.
Today, unusually, Professor Lockhart arrived to class five minutes early. It was rare for Tom to enter the classroom before the bell rang.
Today Tom was not alone like Lockhart, he had brought a huge packet with him.
"Alright, kids " Facing a group of students who were at least four years older than him, Tom called them kids without any psychological baggage, "You must know me by now, but I don't know you yet. So let's take roll call before class today. Anyone whose name is called will have to come up and pick up their papers. "
With that, Tom pulled out a thick stack of parchment and a list.
"Brian Rocky!"
"Frans Baker! "
...
"Percy Weasley!"
The slim Percy immediately stood up, lifted his glasses and walked quickly to the podium. Tom looked at the "traitor" Weasley, he had the standard Weasley fiery red hair, he was slim, had long limbs and had what could be called a clean face, his robes looked plain, but they were very clean and neat.
"You're Molly's son, aren't you? She has written about you often" Tom smiled softly, not that he hated the big clean boy, though many would call him a traitor.
Percy bowed to Tom, or rather Lockhart, "Yes, Professor, that's my mother."
"She always praised you," Tom handed Percy a stack of parchments, "I am a Ravenclaw student, and I have always believed that knowledge changes destiny. I believe that you too can change your destiny through struggle. "
"Sometimes family members say things that don't sound right, but deep down they still love you."
Percy took the parchment Tom handed him, bowed even more respectfully and returned to his seat.
Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Puppet [Sister] (Edited)
Percy took the pamphlet Tom gave him with great excitement, he did not expect Professor Lockhart to know him very well and to know his difficulties.
Everything his little brother Ron had gone through, he had gone through as a child. His two older brothers, Charlie Weasley and Bill Weasley. These two brothers, both legends, were like the sun and moon in the sky. In their light, Percy was quite insignificant, eclipsed by the shadow of "Bill and Charlie's brother".
The two are like two great trees, protecting their family from the elements, but also leaving a large shadow over their brother, blocking out all love. Percy had to wear his old robes, use his used textbooks and stationery; everything except his wand was used, but only because his two brothers' wands had not been replaced because they were not too worn out.
Luckily, through hard work and testing, he ended up becoming a tree and was able to get out of his brothers' shade and enjoy the sun. Who could have known? Not even his girlfriend, Penelope, knew what was going on in his head.
But Professor Lockhart saw it.
But thinking about what Professor Lockhart had told him, Percy couldn't help but think of his brothers, who were always getting into trouble. Thinking of them, Percy loved and hated them at the same time. But for a moment, Percy wondered if he had become a shadow to his brothers, turning them into grass under the trees with no sunlight....
But thinking of all the pranks Fred and George had played on him, he thought they'd be better off playing cow dung under the tree. Fred and George might be depressed? are you kidding me?! If they were ever depressed, Percy thought he would pull out his wand, point it at them and say, "You two liars pretending to be my brothers, bring back my two brothers who look like cow dung!"
Of course, if their lives were not at stake, they could have stayed with the kidnappers for a while, and had them pay for their meals.
As for the younger siblings, Ron and Ginny, Percy realized that he didn't really seem to pay enough attention to them, as most of his energy was diverted from his studies and Fred George. But he hoped that Ron and Ginny would grow up healthy and that his whole family would benefit from their happiness, even Fred and George. After some thought, she decided to give her little sister a few copies of her notes. As for her little brother, Ron, he got along well with Harry Potter and she didn't have to worry about that.
He couldn't do much more than study hard, graduate and get into the Ministry of Magic, and use the time to work his way up the ladder and improve his family's situation. At least he could no longer let the Malfoys get the drop on them. He thought that if he ever became a high official in the Ministry, he would teach Lucius Malfoy a good lesson.
"Sometimes the words of the family are unpleasant..." The first half of Professor Lockhart's sentence came back to Percy's mind, and he felt a twinge of relief: Professor Lockhart was quite right.
Is this part of his plan? Professor Lockhart!
As Percy was lost in thought, Tom called out to all the students on the list, memorizing their faces.
"Well, you all have your pamphlets, don't you?" Tom held up the remaining pamphlet on the podium, "Yes you do have time to skim through it, it's a refined version of my "Travels with Vampires" and "Travels with Trolls". As for the novels, there are bound to be too many illustrations and embellishments, and I've found that some of my writing is too rambling to be used as a textbook in the upper grades, but only as an introduction for younger children. So I have worked with my assistant, Miss Granger, to come up with a more realistic and detailed description of these dark creatures."
It was then that Percy looked at the booklet, which was printed in dense letters. At first he thought it was some exam question, but it was a special edition of Professor Lockhart's textbook for seniors.
But if he has a special edition, why does he want us to buy it? Wait a minute, I don't think I paid for mine? That's fine.
But I think Tom mentioned a name in that sentence: Hermione Granger. This girl, Percy had heard of her, she was a second year Ravenclaw, very fond of reading, and she's very pretty.
Was she also responsible for this brochure?
Percy glanced at the first page, packed with information, and thought it was a good summary, much more detailed than what had been written in the original Lockhart book. The original was good, but when it came to the battle with the dark creatures, it was overdone and felt a bit distorted. While the overall direction is correct, there are some parts that are really very fake.
But that's what everyone loves about Lockhart: they admire his wild imagination.
"Detail and appropriateness" and "moderate adaptation" are the strengths of a novel, but these two things are the weaknesses of a textbook.
It is good that Professor Lockhart has taken this into account and made appropriate adjustments.
"Let's put the books away, we don't need textbooks or paper materials for this class." Just as Percy was about to continue reading, Professor Lockhart interrupted his reading. Although he wanted to continue reading, Percy obediently put the little book away.
"You are now in your sixth year, and soon you will be facing the EXTASIS exam, and your presence here means that you will be taking Defense Against the Dark Arts. I won't go into the importance of this exam, as your dean will have told you on numerous occasions, but I will tell you how it works."
After a brief explanation of the format of the exam, Tom moved the large packet closer to the lectern. He didn't dwell on the details of the exam, as he knew the senior wizards would already know everything.
"It seems to me that your practical skills are woefully inadequate. I can assure you that most of you wouldn't last a single move in my hands if I had to fight you with my free hand," Tom said in a tone of voice that said, Don't take anything personal, I'm just saying that everyone here is trash.
Tom wasn't lying, any little wizard in the room would probably die in seconds if he faced him one on one. He would turn into a basilisk, the little wizards would have to wait for the mandrake to mature.
Wizards are fragile, so whoever gets the first shot will win. It's rare to see Voldemort vs. Dumbledore or Dumbledore vs. Grindelwald go through dozens of rounds, but most of the time it's a one-shot victory. At the low end of the scale, Snape defeated Lockhart in a second, and at the high end, Dumbledore can kill Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley and Dawlish in an instant. Those left behind could barely defend themselves.
This characteristic of wizards has led to some outrageous battles between wizards. Professor McGonagall, for example, as vice principal, was wiped out by a wave of stun spells from Umbridge's minions. But in the duel she fought Voldemort back and forth with two others. So by that calculation, Umbridge was able to kill Voldemort with three times as many men?
What about Professor Snape, who was obviously just as strong, but lasted a second against Voldemort? Was the difference in power really so great that they could kill him in seconds? Not really.
Wizards really are too fragile!
A real wizard duel would be a combination of spell positioning and blocking, spell casting, and one of them would basically lose if hit. If you can fight off a few spells and keep going, that's not a wizard, that's a Hagrid.
Although Tom's words were hurtful, the young wizards didn't question them. That's how dueling works in the wizarding world, unless you're fast enough to cast a protection spell and skilled enough to dodge and roll. Otherwise, you'd be killed in an instant.
"That's why you'll have to come to get enough real combat training! I won't do anything, the [Sister] will help you, she'll make you strong enough" Tom tore the package, revealing the puppet inside, the [Sister].
A beautiful blonde girl suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes, and the students' eyes widened in surprise. When Professor Lockhart entered the classroom, they had guessed what was inside the package, and they had guessed a lot, but they hadn't thought it would contain a beautiful doll!
Professor McGonagall's transfiguration skills were truly remarkable, and the doll was so beautiful it was almost indistinguishable from a real person.
"This is what I did with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, and it's your next instructor" Tom pulled out the crank, "Move your desks to the back of the classroom to do Flitwick."
He didn't need to move the desks himself, naturally. Tom stood at the podium and watched as the young wizards used the levitation spell to move their desks to the back of the classroom, freeing up a large space.
"Anyone want to come up and give it a try? Let's have a duel with [Sister]." Tom looked around the classroom, and most of the students seemed eager to give it a try: after all, she looked new, interesting, and pretty.
Oliver Wood went straight to the front row.
"Not bad, very brave!" encouraged Tom to Wood, and then retreated to the back of the podium, leaving the stage to [Sister] and Wood.
Tom did not lead [Sister] to draw her one-handed sword and teach Wood how a mage fights properly. She simply stuck her sword in the ground, extended her right hand and saluted Wood.
Wood drew his own wand.
"Bow!" commanded Tom from the stage as the two bowed to each other, as was dueling etiquette.
"Three, two, one, start!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"..."
BANG!
Sister] walked up to Wood and punched him in the stomach, causing him to curl up like a shrimp and lose his ability to fight.
Weekly Power Status
200+ Power
Ranking 
0 Power
stone You may also Like
Paragraph comment