Chapter 43 The Lockhart Way of Teaching
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 43 The Lockhart Way of Teaching
The time came to February, and under the blowing of the spring breeze, the withered trees in the Forbidden Forest sprouted new buds in large areas, and the little wizards in the castle were also about to usher in Valentine's Day in 93 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 unknown 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, at the instigation of his roommates, blocked a beautiful Chinese-American at the door of the Ravenclaw common room. girl, and presented him with a singing little Cupid card made by himself.
The good student Percy couldn't bear the loneliness. In Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class, he turned a salamander into Penelope's appearance while everyone was not paying attention, and smirked at her for several minutes .
Headmaster Dumbledore rarely showed his gentlemanly demeanor. He ordered a bouquet of flowers from Hogsmeade to every female staff member of Hogwarts. Affected by his behavior, Lockhart was happy at lunch He announced to all the professors that he would write a hymn to everyone in the school, and mysteriously expressed that he had thought of a wonderful idea to present 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 asked coldly in a low voice with a gloomy face.
"I'll do my best, Professor!"
Amosta chewed a piece of bacon and said dumbfoundingly, "But why don't you make some poison yourself, you are a potions professor and a master of potions, you must be very good at this!"
After lunch, Amosta used his lunch break to check the surveillance from last night, but found nothing.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth-years had two shared Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons on Monday afternoon, and it was his first time co-teaching with Lockhart, and he had changed into a brand new black wizard robe out of respect. , and appeared in the classroom before everyone arrived.
Ten minutes before two o'clock in the afternoon, the students of the sixth grade arrived in this classroom one after another. In class, they still showed expressions of surprise and excitement.
Professor Lockhart hadn't come yet, and only Amosta was standing on the podium with a smile on his face, facing the noisy Gryffindor and Slytherin students who were sitting in different positions.
Everyone here had been with Amostar in school, but he didn't remember most of them except for a few.
"Flint, I hear you're captain of the Slytherin team now?"
When Amosta was speaking, the voice in the classroom suddenly pressed the pause button, and all eyes were on Marcus and Amosta.
"Yes, sir, I mean, Professor Blaine."
Flint, who was tall and tall and looked like a troll, subconsciously stood up. Facing a professor was very different from facing a professor with the identity of an investigator. He played rough on the Quidditch pitch. Flint looked nervous, and his tone was very reserved,
"That happened last year—"
After all, it is the team of his own academy, Amosta still needs to support it mentally, he nodded approvingly,
"Then you should work hard, Flint. I hope the Slytherin team can achieve something under your leadership."
When Amosta said that, in the classroom, the faces of the Gryffindors who were curious about him immediately turned cold, and some die-hard Quidditch fans even showed hatred in their eyes.
After Oliver and Percy, who were sitting in the crowd, looked at each other, they both lowered their heads, pretending to be watching "Walking with Trolls" spread out on the table.
Amosta's encouragement made the little wizards of Slaterin proud. They subconsciously thought that Professor Brian and Professor Snape were similar in style, and they took care of their own people very much. Ma, who was the first to be named Cus was even a little carried away, and after a haughty glance at the downcast Oliver, he smiled slyly and exclaimed,
"Thank you for your support, Professor Brian. We - all of us in Slytherin are very excited about your appointment as a teaching assistant, Professor. We think you will be the best professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in recent years. , so what are you going to teach us?"
Oliver Wood, who had almost buried his head under the table, secretly made a puke face, and even Percy, a model student, didn't look so happy.
"Hehe, thank you for your support too, Flint,"
Amosta did not pursue Marcus Flint's little calculations, he nodded and smiled, "As you said, Flint, I am just a teaching assistant. Regarding your teaching plan, it is still up to you Professor Lockhart calls the shots."
At this moment, Lockhart walked in with great strides. Today he was wearing a dark plum-colored robe. Amostar found that in the many times he met Professor Lockhart, It seems that he has never seen him wearing a robe of the same color.
"Is writing a book really that profitable?"
That thought crossed Amostar's mind as he walked up to greet him.
"It seems that you have already introduced yourself, Professor Blaine?"
Lockhart smiled brightly, and patted Amosta's shoulder heavily, as if speaking to a junior he valued.
"Just a quick hello, Professor Lockhart—"
Amosta moved his shoulders away calmly, and said with a friendly smile, "Like the little wizards, I am looking forward to your wonderful lecture!"
"Oh, crap, it looks like the same thing!"
Among the Gryffindor students, someone whispered this sentence.
Amostar's expression twitched, and he was sure that Lockhart had also heard this sentence, because for a moment, Lockhart's expression froze for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal.
"So."
Amosta, who didn't know anything about what was going to happen next, was a little confused, so he stared at the classroom where the atmosphere suddenly became lifeless,
"Where do we begin, Professor Lockhart?"
"Oh, don't worry, Brian, the little ones are already familiar with it!"
In the next two hours, Amosta finally saw Lohar's unique 'teaching method'. He called the names of the students one by one, asked them to read the storybooks he wrote in large sections, and asked The little wizards were full of voice and emotion.
Lockhart stood at the podium, pretending not to see the painful expressions on the faces of the little wizards, with a look of joy. Of course, if the recitation is not emotional enough, Lockhart will personally write for everyone. As a demonstration, he also deliberately made some exaggerated and funny body movements in an attempt to improve the classroom atmosphere, but in the end no one paid attention to him.
The only thing Amostar can do is to help Lockhart maintain classroom discipline.
"Have you always... taught them that?"
While Lockhart was panting after reading a long description of the process of subduing the troll, Amostar casually swayed to his side, with a very tactful tone.
"Aha, eager to express yourself, right!"
Lockhart pointed his finger at his nose, his eyes were very 'tactful', he ignored Amostar's explanation, and stopped Percy who was reading the textbook in a dull, lifeless voice, "chance of fame It's right in front of you, Brian, it's up to you if you can catch it yourself!"
He forced the textbook into Amosta's hands, and announced loudly to everyone,
"Let's see how a real fanatic pays homage to Professor Lockhart with his passionate voice!"
chi chi-
Looking at the bewildered Mr. Investigator beside Lockhart beside the podium, Wood burst out laughing.
(End of this chapter)
The time came to February, and under the blowing of the spring breeze, the withered trees in the Forbidden Forest sprouted new buds in large areas, and the little wizards in the castle were also about to usher in Valentine's Day in 93 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 unknown 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, at the instigation of his roommates, blocked a beautiful Chinese-American at the door of the Ravenclaw common room. girl, and presented him with a singing little Cupid card made by himself.
The good student Percy couldn't bear the loneliness. In Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class, he turned a salamander into Penelope's appearance while everyone was not paying attention, and smirked at her for several minutes .
Headmaster Dumbledore rarely showed his gentlemanly demeanor. He ordered a bouquet of flowers from Hogsmeade to every female staff member of Hogwarts. Affected by his behavior, Lockhart was happy at lunch He announced to all the professors that he would write a hymn to everyone in the school, and mysteriously expressed that he had thought of a wonderful idea to present 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 asked coldly in a low voice with a gloomy face.
"I'll do my best, Professor!"
Amosta chewed a piece of bacon and said dumbfoundingly, "But why don't you make some poison yourself, you are a potions professor and a master of potions, you must be very good at this!"
After lunch, Amosta used his lunch break to check the surveillance from last night, but found nothing.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth-years had two shared Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons on Monday afternoon, and it was his first time co-teaching with Lockhart, and he had changed into a brand new black wizard robe out of respect. , and appeared in the classroom before everyone arrived.
Ten minutes before two o'clock in the afternoon, the students of the sixth grade arrived in this classroom one after another. In class, they still showed expressions of surprise and excitement.
Professor Lockhart hadn't come yet, and only Amosta was standing on the podium with a smile on his face, facing the noisy Gryffindor and Slytherin students who were sitting in different positions.
Everyone here had been with Amostar in school, but he didn't remember most of them except for a few.
"Flint, I hear you're captain of the Slytherin team now?"
When Amosta was speaking, the voice in the classroom suddenly pressed the pause button, and all eyes were on Marcus and Amosta.
"Yes, sir, I mean, Professor Blaine."
Flint, who was tall and tall and looked like a troll, subconsciously stood up. Facing a professor was very different from facing a professor with the identity of an investigator. He played rough on the Quidditch pitch. Flint looked nervous, and his tone was very reserved,
"That happened last year—"
After all, it is the team of his own academy, Amosta still needs to support it mentally, he nodded approvingly,
"Then you should work hard, Flint. I hope the Slytherin team can achieve something under your leadership."
When Amosta said that, in the classroom, the faces of the Gryffindors who were curious about him immediately turned cold, and some die-hard Quidditch fans even showed hatred in their eyes.
After Oliver and Percy, who were sitting in the crowd, looked at each other, they both lowered their heads, pretending to be watching "Walking with Trolls" spread out on the table.
Amosta's encouragement made the little wizards of Slaterin proud. They subconsciously thought that Professor Brian and Professor Snape were similar in style, and they took care of their own people very much. Ma, who was the first to be named Cus was even a little carried away, and after a haughty glance at the downcast Oliver, he smiled slyly and exclaimed,
"Thank you for your support, Professor Brian. We - all of us in Slytherin are very excited about your appointment as a teaching assistant, Professor. We think you will be the best professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in recent years. , so what are you going to teach us?"
Oliver Wood, who had almost buried his head under the table, secretly made a puke face, and even Percy, a model student, didn't look so happy.
"Hehe, thank you for your support too, Flint,"
Amosta did not pursue Marcus Flint's little calculations, he nodded and smiled, "As you said, Flint, I am just a teaching assistant. Regarding your teaching plan, it is still up to you Professor Lockhart calls the shots."
At this moment, Lockhart walked in with great strides. Today he was wearing a dark plum-colored robe. Amostar found that in the many times he met Professor Lockhart, It seems that he has never seen him wearing a robe of the same color.
"Is writing a book really that profitable?"
That thought crossed Amostar's mind as he walked up to greet him.
"It seems that you have already introduced yourself, Professor Blaine?"
Lockhart smiled brightly, and patted Amosta's shoulder heavily, as if speaking to a junior he valued.
"Just a quick hello, Professor Lockhart—"
Amosta moved his shoulders away calmly, and said with a friendly smile, "Like the little wizards, I am looking forward to your wonderful lecture!"
"Oh, crap, it looks like the same thing!"
Among the Gryffindor students, someone whispered this sentence.
Amostar's expression twitched, and he was sure that Lockhart had also heard this sentence, because for a moment, Lockhart's expression froze for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal.
"So."
Amosta, who didn't know anything about what was going to happen next, was a little confused, so he stared at the classroom where the atmosphere suddenly became lifeless,
"Where do we begin, Professor Lockhart?"
"Oh, don't worry, Brian, the little ones are already familiar with it!"
In the next two hours, Amosta finally saw Lohar's unique 'teaching method'. He called the names of the students one by one, asked them to read the storybooks he wrote in large sections, and asked The little wizards were full of voice and emotion.
Lockhart stood at the podium, pretending not to see the painful expressions on the faces of the little wizards, with a look of joy. Of course, if the recitation is not emotional enough, Lockhart will personally write for everyone. As a demonstration, he also deliberately made some exaggerated and funny body movements in an attempt to improve the classroom atmosphere, but in the end no one paid attention to him.
The only thing Amostar can do is to help Lockhart maintain classroom discipline.
"Have you always... taught them that?"
While Lockhart was panting after reading a long description of the process of subduing the troll, Amostar casually swayed to his side, with a very tactful tone.
"Aha, eager to express yourself, right!"
Lockhart pointed his finger at his nose, his eyes were very 'tactful', he ignored Amostar's explanation, and stopped Percy who was reading the textbook in a dull, lifeless voice, "chance of fame It's right in front of you, Brian, it's up to you if you can catch it yourself!"
He forced the textbook into Amosta's hands, and announced loudly to everyone,
"Let's see how a real fanatic pays homage to Professor Lockhart with his passionate voice!"
chi chi-
Looking at the bewildered Mr. Investigator beside Lockhart beside the podium, Wood burst out laughing.
(End of this chapter)
