Chapter 105 Proud Malvolio
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Lockhart was very efficient. It really only took him a week to complete the test questions for seven grades.
But this couldn't save his rapidly declining reputation in the school.
On the contrary, as the week of classes came to an end, especially comparing the performance of the two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the Cornwall Elf Class, Professor Foley's performance completely blew Lockhart away!
With this strong sense of déjà vu, the students dreamed back to Professor Quirrell last year.
Last year, Quirrell was also crushed by Professor Foley in terms of teaching performance, which forced the students to spend the remaining half a year learning more in Professor Foley's class, which was review content.
But Quirrell only teaches students above the fourth grade, and now Lockhart has to teach a full seven grades!
For a time, half of the students in the school were complaining, especially their classmates who were taking the novel and interesting class taught by Professor Welfare.
The first graders have nothing to say. They are still learning how to release the light ball. Even if they have learned it, they can only teach the light ball game.
The second grade is Tver's little elf who takes advantage of others, and the third grade and above are "exciting" functional scoring training.
Students who have experienced Quirrell can only sigh: "At least Lockhart's classroom is not so smelly."
What I haven’t experienced——
Then they have begun to accept similar experiences.
Now even Lockhart's most ardent fan can only argue: "Professor Lockhart is a great adventurer. Maybe, maybe, he is just not good at teaching."
An evil thought came to their minds when they thought that Lockhart would be taking half of the classes this school year.
Get rid of Lockhart and Professor Foley will have to take on all the teaching duties!
"So, that's why you came up with the test questions so quickly?"
Tweel took the thick stack of test papers from Lockhart's hand and asked casually while checking them.
Lockhart immediately recalled the unkind looks he received from the students and the whispers he could hear every time he appeared in the Great Hall.
"If you really want to kill me, then don't discuss it so loudly!"
He roared in his heart, but the expression on his face was a little calmer, as if Tver's office gave him a sense of security.
"How could it be? They are just a group of students who have not graduated yet. I am afraid of them. I am really joking, haha..."
"As a reminder, Professor Quirrell was hit twice on the head last year, but it was unintentional."
"——Ha," Lockhart's smile suddenly froze, "Is your course so evil?"
"It's up to you."
Tver sighed and put the test paper on the table.
"The questions are good, but please don't mention your name in half of the questions and hint your name in the remaining half."
Eliminating this factor, Lockhart's questions are really good. Although they don't have much depth, at least they have breadth.
I don’t know if you want to make a comeback with this?
Lockhart sneered and took it back.
"Since I came up with this set of questions, my name should be placed in front of the person who asked the questions. Is that okay?"
In just one week, he realized how popular Tver was in the school.
He is obviously a new professor who has only been at the school for a year, but he has the prestige no less than that of veteran and powerful professors such as Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.
Therefore, he planned to use such a small trick to put his name in the front and Tver's name in the back to promote himself.
He knew this kind of subtle pull and step before writing the book!
Tver shrugged funnyly, "It doesn't matter, as long as you follow my request, it doesn't matter if you don't write my name."
"How could it not work!"
Lockhart's violent reaction startled Tver.
Blinking his eyes blankly twice, "Then...that's up to you."
Lockhart looked like he hated iron and said to Tver sincerely:
"This is the fruit of your labor, how can you do it casually? Not only will I write your name on it, but I will also write it in a very conspicuous way!"
After saying that, he ran out quickly with the big bag in hand, not giving Tver the slightest chance to regret.
"baffling."
Tweel muttered, then closed the door that Lockhart had not closed, and locked it tightly.
After returning to his seat and looking at the time, he took out a badge from the drawer.
The style was exactly the same as the one he had given Cynthia last Christmas. In fact, the two badges were a pair.
The two badges act as double-sided mirrors, allowing the owners of the two badges to have a conversation at any time.
As soon as the time came, Cynthia's cautious voice came from inside.
"Tver, are you convenient now?"
"Please, besides Dumbledore and Grindelwald, no one in the wizarding world can make him not-"
"Fang~"
"Just~"
A mean voice came over at the same time.
Through the badge, Tver could imagine Malvolio looking careless.
"Ow—"
After a while, Cynthia's voice sounded again: "I'm sorry, he has been having some brain problems recently."
"It seems that he is very satisfied with his job as an Auror?" Tver asked funnyly.
"I am simply extremely satisfied. Every day I go to the office, I check the wanted list, and then run around with my men from the reconnaissance team."
"He hasn't spent more than half the time at the Ministry of Magic as he did in Knockturn Alley!"
Tver looked strange.
He actually wanted to let Malvolio take control of the Auror Office or even the Legal Enforcement Department based on his merit.
But I didn’t have much hope, and it was more of a help to Cynthia in the Ministry of Magic.
After all, Malvolio's soul is essentially Voldemort, and it is not so easily manipulated because of Tweel's control.
So now you fall in love with fighting dark wizards?
"Wait, he's not killing people randomly, is he?"
"It was true at the beginning," Cynthia sighed. "For several days, the suspects in all the cases he was responsible for died inexplicably. Even a fool knew that there was something wrong with him."
"So Kingsley immediately launched an internal investigation against him. If he hadn't found any traces on the wand and had the testimony of his reconnaissance team, he would have been fired."
"Fortunately, he realized the problem later, and his methods became, um, a little gentler. He was missing arms and legs and so on."
"But it also caused a lot of controversy, but after he gave a speech in the office that 'good people carry forward with heavy burdens, while bad people do whatever they want'.
On the contrary, he won the approval of many Aurors, especially the members of the reconnaissance team below, who were completely devoted to him. "
"Can you not give up?" Malvolio's voice sounded again, "Follow me and you can get the credit without taking the risk. Everyone knows how to choose."
"Then do you want to receive another credit?" Tver said seductively.
"Oh?" Malvolio, now addicted to playing pretend games, immediately pricked up his ears carefully.
The two then started muttering over the badges.
Five minutes later, he was a little dissatisfied again.
"You're boring, you don't even have anyone who can fight."
"Let's make you famous first. Then won't you be responsible for more dangerous cases?"
Tver coaxed him like a child for a while before he reluctantly accepted it.
But this couldn't save his rapidly declining reputation in the school.
On the contrary, as the week of classes came to an end, especially comparing the performance of the two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the Cornwall Elf Class, Professor Foley's performance completely blew Lockhart away!
With this strong sense of déjà vu, the students dreamed back to Professor Quirrell last year.
Last year, Quirrell was also crushed by Professor Foley in terms of teaching performance, which forced the students to spend the remaining half a year learning more in Professor Foley's class, which was review content.
But Quirrell only teaches students above the fourth grade, and now Lockhart has to teach a full seven grades!
For a time, half of the students in the school were complaining, especially their classmates who were taking the novel and interesting class taught by Professor Welfare.
The first graders have nothing to say. They are still learning how to release the light ball. Even if they have learned it, they can only teach the light ball game.
The second grade is Tver's little elf who takes advantage of others, and the third grade and above are "exciting" functional scoring training.
Students who have experienced Quirrell can only sigh: "At least Lockhart's classroom is not so smelly."
What I haven’t experienced——
Then they have begun to accept similar experiences.
Now even Lockhart's most ardent fan can only argue: "Professor Lockhart is a great adventurer. Maybe, maybe, he is just not good at teaching."
An evil thought came to their minds when they thought that Lockhart would be taking half of the classes this school year.
Get rid of Lockhart and Professor Foley will have to take on all the teaching duties!
"So, that's why you came up with the test questions so quickly?"
Tweel took the thick stack of test papers from Lockhart's hand and asked casually while checking them.
Lockhart immediately recalled the unkind looks he received from the students and the whispers he could hear every time he appeared in the Great Hall.
"If you really want to kill me, then don't discuss it so loudly!"
He roared in his heart, but the expression on his face was a little calmer, as if Tver's office gave him a sense of security.
"How could it be? They are just a group of students who have not graduated yet. I am afraid of them. I am really joking, haha..."
"As a reminder, Professor Quirrell was hit twice on the head last year, but it was unintentional."
"——Ha," Lockhart's smile suddenly froze, "Is your course so evil?"
"It's up to you."
Tver sighed and put the test paper on the table.
"The questions are good, but please don't mention your name in half of the questions and hint your name in the remaining half."
Eliminating this factor, Lockhart's questions are really good. Although they don't have much depth, at least they have breadth.
I don’t know if you want to make a comeback with this?
Lockhart sneered and took it back.
"Since I came up with this set of questions, my name should be placed in front of the person who asked the questions. Is that okay?"
In just one week, he realized how popular Tver was in the school.
He is obviously a new professor who has only been at the school for a year, but he has the prestige no less than that of veteran and powerful professors such as Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.
Therefore, he planned to use such a small trick to put his name in the front and Tver's name in the back to promote himself.
He knew this kind of subtle pull and step before writing the book!
Tver shrugged funnyly, "It doesn't matter, as long as you follow my request, it doesn't matter if you don't write my name."
"How could it not work!"
Lockhart's violent reaction startled Tver.
Blinking his eyes blankly twice, "Then...that's up to you."
Lockhart looked like he hated iron and said to Tver sincerely:
"This is the fruit of your labor, how can you do it casually? Not only will I write your name on it, but I will also write it in a very conspicuous way!"
After saying that, he ran out quickly with the big bag in hand, not giving Tver the slightest chance to regret.
"baffling."
Tweel muttered, then closed the door that Lockhart had not closed, and locked it tightly.
After returning to his seat and looking at the time, he took out a badge from the drawer.
The style was exactly the same as the one he had given Cynthia last Christmas. In fact, the two badges were a pair.
The two badges act as double-sided mirrors, allowing the owners of the two badges to have a conversation at any time.
As soon as the time came, Cynthia's cautious voice came from inside.
"Tver, are you convenient now?"
"Please, besides Dumbledore and Grindelwald, no one in the wizarding world can make him not-"
"Fang~"
"Just~"
A mean voice came over at the same time.
Through the badge, Tver could imagine Malvolio looking careless.
"Ow—"
After a while, Cynthia's voice sounded again: "I'm sorry, he has been having some brain problems recently."
"It seems that he is very satisfied with his job as an Auror?" Tver asked funnyly.
"I am simply extremely satisfied. Every day I go to the office, I check the wanted list, and then run around with my men from the reconnaissance team."
"He hasn't spent more than half the time at the Ministry of Magic as he did in Knockturn Alley!"
Tver looked strange.
He actually wanted to let Malvolio take control of the Auror Office or even the Legal Enforcement Department based on his merit.
But I didn’t have much hope, and it was more of a help to Cynthia in the Ministry of Magic.
After all, Malvolio's soul is essentially Voldemort, and it is not so easily manipulated because of Tweel's control.
So now you fall in love with fighting dark wizards?
"Wait, he's not killing people randomly, is he?"
"It was true at the beginning," Cynthia sighed. "For several days, the suspects in all the cases he was responsible for died inexplicably. Even a fool knew that there was something wrong with him."
"So Kingsley immediately launched an internal investigation against him. If he hadn't found any traces on the wand and had the testimony of his reconnaissance team, he would have been fired."
"Fortunately, he realized the problem later, and his methods became, um, a little gentler. He was missing arms and legs and so on."
"But it also caused a lot of controversy, but after he gave a speech in the office that 'good people carry forward with heavy burdens, while bad people do whatever they want'.
On the contrary, he won the approval of many Aurors, especially the members of the reconnaissance team below, who were completely devoted to him. "
"Can you not give up?" Malvolio's voice sounded again, "Follow me and you can get the credit without taking the risk. Everyone knows how to choose."
"Then do you want to receive another credit?" Tver said seductively.
"Oh?" Malvolio, now addicted to playing pretend games, immediately pricked up his ears carefully.
The two then started muttering over the badges.
Five minutes later, he was a little dissatisfied again.
"You're boring, you don't even have anyone who can fight."
"Let's make you famous first. Then won't you be responsible for more dangerous cases?"
Tver coaxed him like a child for a while before he reluctantly accepted it.
