The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts?" Gilderoy Lockhart quipped: "This is a cursed job; every teacher who has taken it from decades ago , it is impossible to work for more than a year.”

"Three were seriously injured and could only spend their lives in St. Mungo's; six became disabled; eleven left the post and could not find work for the rest of their lives...and one died, Quirinus- Quirrell, my prefect when I was studying in Ravenclaw, died when I didn't understand, and Dumbledore didn't give any explanation... Even if you gave me ten thousand Galleons, I wouldn't apply for this position of!"

"Then why are you still our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Jon had already guessed something in his heart, but he still had a confused expression on his face.

"A terrible accident, almost a year ago." Lockhart pouted, and then said:

"I was probably insane and wanted to write a book on 'The History of Magic', and then I set my sights on a witch who lives in Godric's Hollow: Bathilda Bagshot...you can't even dream It occurred to me that that ugly witch in a scruffy, patched robe would actually be a friend of Albus Dumbledore; and, not coincidentally, when I was about to cast the Oblivion Charm on Bagshot, Dumbledore Just in time to visit her!"

Jon has already felt a moment of silence for Lockhart in his heart, and his experience is basically the same as he guessed.

"I was caught by Dumbledore, and I got everything!" Lockhart threw his suitcase aside and collapsed on the sofa: "I thought Dumbledore would turn his head and send me to Aziz Caban, yet he made a suggestion to me!"

"Let you be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts?" Jon held back his laughter.

"That's right!" Lockhart shook his head weakly: "If it weren't for this, the ghost would accept this damn position... I once thought of running away, but Dumbledore's magic is beyond my imagination, his informant All over Europe...I have nowhere to run!"

"I also told Dumbledore that, except for the Oblivion Curse, my understanding of other spells is not very good, and it does not teach his students much."

"But Dumbledore told me it didn't matter, he told me that you don't have to teach students anything at all, just play the role of a clown; in short, look like someone who can't do anything but famous The Squib... at least in front of Harry Potter, and successfully aroused his disgust!"

As he spoke, Lockhart waved his wand. One by one, the pictures on the wall were peeled off and flew into his suitcase.

"Anyway, I got 7 O's in the OWLs exam that year, how could I not even be able to deal with a group of Cornish elves, how could I not even use a disarming spell..." He seemed to mutter to himself.

Jon now understands it all... No wonder Dumbledore chose Lockhart, a "charlatan", to be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It turned out to be still part of his "Potter development plan".

Through a negative case and a personal statement, the young Harry became disgusted with him, and then became unindulged in his existing fame, and grew rapidly.

The reason is quite reasonable. This is a student who wants to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts after a hard year.

However, Jon suddenly realized another thing: "Professor Lockhart, didn't Professor Dumbledore say he wouldn't send you to Azkaban, why..."

"I'm acting too much!" Gilderoy Lockhart sighed: "Many students and parents have had opinions on my teaching; no one noticed me before because of the back room attack, but with the Lytlin's monster was wiped out, and more and more letters of disapproval, even shouting letters, were sent to the school."

"Hogwarts students and parents, there are many wizards with extraordinary status... They have their special channels and contacts, there is no doubt that when I was exposed to the shouting letter, my secrets were also quickly revealed. Dig it out!"

"Dumbledore told me that many parents of students had already written a letter to the Daily Prophet, which described in detail the truth of my glorious deeds... In a few hours, tomorrow's Prophet When the daily is published, wizards throughout Britain will know that I'm just a liar who abuses the Oblivion Charm; the Dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic to capture me will be on their way to Hogwarts..."

"So...Professor Lockhart...you..." Jon seemed to understand something when he looked at the former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who was packing quickly.

"Yes, I have to go!" Lockhart nodded. "Before the Ministry of Magic reacts."

"Where are you going?" Jon asked curiously.

"Tentatively, let's go to France first, romantic Paris, the beach of the Seine River full of bikini beauties, it's quite suitable for me..." Lockhart said casually: "But if the Dementors continue to hunt down, it will continue to be difficult. Escape; Spain, Gibraltar, even Algeria, dementors don't like hot weather."

He had already packed up his salute.

"Then let's say goodbye, Jon, my student!" Gilderoy Lockhart walked to the door with a salute.

Then, he stopped again.

"As a teacher, apart from signing a few names for the student and not teaching him anything useful, I'm still quite ashamed..." Lockhart touched his pocket carefully, and finally found a white leather booklet.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Lockhart threw the thin booklet over:

"This may be the only magic I'm good at, although I don't know if it will work for you!" Lockhart, who walked out of the office, showed his frivolous smile again: "But for me, it's useless. ,Is not it?"

After all, he didn't look back and disappeared into the darkness.