Chapter 143 The textbooks are actually seven autobiographies

Aaron was speechless when he saw Hermione's adoring look on her face.

"Other people's legends have just a few titles, including our great principal Dumbledore, but this..." Aaron looked at the book with some embarrassment and read out the protagonist's name. Name, "Gilderoy Lockhart."

This Gilderoy Lockhart actually used a book to introduce himself. He is not an ordinary narcissist! "

"Aaron." Hermione glanced at him angrily, "You can't say that about Professor Lockhart. His reputation in the wizarding world is definitely not low."

"That's true." Ron nodded, "My mother is his most loyal fan, and his autograph session packed up Flourish and Blotts Bookstore."

"Is it really that great?" Aaron couldn't help but be a little doubtful. Although there are no false talents under the reputation, people who can do so well must have a few skills.

But the description in this book was too exaggerated. He bet that even Merlin would not be so good at the same age.

Hermione closed "Voyage with a Vampire", looked at Aaron seriously and said, "Professor Lockhart is so good, otherwise he would not be hired as a professor at Hogwarts."

"Are you so sure? Just based on this book?

Hermione, I always thought you were the kind of girl who could stay rational at all times, but now it seems that there is something wrong with my judgment.

Harry's reputation in the wizarding world is not low, but after getting in touch with him, you will find..."

"My fame and abilities are completely mismatched, right!" Harry said with a wry smile, "I know this is a fact, but can you please don't say it in front of me?"

"Sorry." Aaron sneered and turned to look at Hermione, "I have never met Lockhart, so I can't judge a person by his appearance, but I am skeptical about whether he is qualified to be our teacher."

"You are prejudiced."

"Maybe!" Aaron shrugged, "But this prejudice is definitely not because he wrote an autobiography for himself, but because he asked us to use this autobiography as a textbook.

With all due respect, his behavior is somewhat irresponsible.

Looking at this kind of textbook, we can’t even learn on our own. "

"You..." Hermione snorted and said with some dissatisfaction: "Professor Lockhart will prove his talent and learning with practical actions, and you will have to apologize to him then."

"You are a bit pushy."

"No, you were the first to slander a great wizard.

Didn't you receive a letter from the school during the vacation? "

Aaron was stunned for a moment. All his letters during the vacation were blocked by Genes, including letters from Hogwarts.

He didn't dare to read the letters sent by his friends, but he dealt with the ones sent by the school himself.

Hermione looked at Aaron's confused look and guessed something, "It seems you didn't receive it."

"Does this matter?" Aaron asked in confusion. "If the school has any needs, Genes will take care of it for me. If my parents are away, he will be my first guardian."

"No wonder." Hermione tapped the cover of "Traveling with Vampires", "We have to prepare seven textbooks like this, all of which are about Lockhart's great deeds."

"Seven books? The same type of...autobiography?" Aaron's mouth twitched. If he had only three points of suspicion before, now his suspicion has increased to seven points.

Lockhart asked his students to use his works as teaching materials. This may be showing off and narcissistic, but it cannot rule out the possibility that he has real talent and learning.

After all, Professor Snape never brings textbooks to class, but who dares to suspect that his potions science is flawed?

But seven books is a bit exaggerated. At least in Aaron's opinion, a powerful wizard would never waste his prime time writing books.

And these are still seven books. If the content in the book is his imagination, it proves that he does not have much ability. But if the content in the book is his personal experience, it proves that he does not have much ability.

The time spent traveling, plus the time spent writing the book, which is at least ten years, makes Lockhart seem to be less than thirty years old, which means that before he was twenty...

hiss! It’s scary to think about it!

In other words, either this new professor is one of a kind, a peerless genius with the qualifications of a magic god, or he is the kind of villain who has no ability but is very good at opportunism. Otherwise, there is no way to explain him. Why can you mix so well?

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Hermione asked with a smile, "Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, yakshas, ​​trolls, etc. He has come into contact with all these dangerous magical creatures."

Aaron smiled forcefully. He didn't dare to tell his guess to an idiot fan, otherwise Hermione might slap the thick book on his head.

At this time, the vice-principal Professor McGonagall came over and distributed the class schedule to every student.

"This is your course schedule for this semester. I don't want to be late for class again." Professor McGonagall said and looked at Harry and Ron meaningfully.

The two of them lowered their heads in shame. They were both late for the first class last semester.

Professor McGonagall was about to leave after handing out the course schedule to prepare for her first class of the new semester.

But she had only taken a few steps out of the auditorium when Aaron, who was following behind, stopped her and said, "Professor, wait a moment."

"Mr. Gaius, is something wrong?

I remember that the first class in Slytherin seemed not to be a Transfiguration class! "

Aaron pointed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the schedule and said a little embarrassedly: "Excuse me, Professor McGonagall, how much do you know about Professor Gilderoy Lockhart..."

"Why are you asking this?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzledly.

"I'm just a little curious." Aaron scratched his head. "Professor, you know me well. I won't ask you this question for no reason."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while and said, "His book is well written."

Aaron:......

"That's it?"

"That's all I know." Professor McGonagall spread her hands. "Hogwarts professors are either invited by the school, recruited by the school, or recommended by others."

"Then who is he?"

"He came here to apply for the job." Professor McGonagall said, "Not long after you had your vacation.

The school lacked a substitute teacher for a course, and he happened to be delivered to the door. With Harold's reputation in the wizarding world, we have no reason to refuse.

And his book introduces various dangerous creatures in detail, which complements this course."

"Any more questions?"

"No more."

Aaron looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts course on the schedule thoughtfully. He didn't expect that the school professors didn't know Lockhart's true level.

But it doesn't matter. You'll know if it's a mule or a horse after you take him out for a walk.

Slytherin had a history of magic in the morning, and Professor Binns walked through the blackboard into the classroom.

He told the history of the goblin uprising, which was a little more interesting than the history of the school's founding last semester.

Aaron had no interest in this history, but out of respect for the teacher, he still took notes.

The second class was Herbology, and they had to learn from Professor Sprout how to repot the mandrake.

Mandrake is a dangerous magical plant. It may not be anything compared to the Whomping Willow, but its cry can make people unconscious. However, mature mandrake is an important ingredient in the preparation of many antidotes and is very valuable.

Professor Sprout wore earmuffs and gave a simple demonstration.

She pulled a seedling out of the pot, and the seedling, like a fat-headed doll, suddenly opened its mouth and made a sharp cry, but no one could hear it.

The mandrake seedling looked very angry, gnashing its teeth, and its roots and branches were shaking constantly.

Professor Sprout didn't spoil it. He decisively stuffed it into a new flower pot and buried it with wet compost.

After that, Professor Sprout motioned everyone to take off their earmuffs and talked about precautions.

"It doesn't seem to be difficult." Draco said indifferently.

"Draco." Aaron shook his head meaningfully, "I used to think like you, but I tell you as a person who has experienced it, never compare yourself with your teacher before you become a teacher. This is quite stupid behavior."

Draco was stunned for a moment, and looked at Aaron with some surprise, "How much psychological shadow did those teachers leave on you during the holidays?"

"Haha! Guess?"

"Okay, put on your earmuffs and try to operate it yourself." Professor Sprout said.

The two did not continue to talk. They put on earmuffs and gloves to isolate poisonous tentacles, and each pulled out a mandrake seedling from the flower pot.

Aaron looked at the mandrake in front of him. Its teeth were particularly sharp. It struggled hard, trying to break free and get back into the soil.

"You're quite strong!" Aaron smiled meaningfully, then winked at Abe.

The Holy Dragon roared, jumped onto the table, and slapped the Mandrake's body with one claw. It was immediately dazzled, and when it reacted, it saw a grinning magical animal. The most terrifying thing was that there was still some saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth.

The Mandrake seedling immediately closed its mouth, without screaming or struggling, and seemed particularly well-behaved. It didn't seem to be the same species as the ones in other people's hands.

Compared with being eaten, changing to a new living environment is not so unacceptable.