[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

In the next few days, Harry would hide whenever he saw Lockhart, preferring to take a detour rather than deal with the professor.

Tom was wary of Professor Lockhart, but after discovering that Lockhart would be happy to sign any note handed to him as long as he was given a few compliments, the professor immediately became Professor Lockhart. Gewoz is the best professor ever.

"Professor Lockhart is the best!" He and Hermione made a categorical conclusion together, and then when Hermione collected another piece of Lockhart's autograph, they went straight to the restricted [book] area with the note.

"The professor approved it." Tom confidently showed the note to Mrs. Pince.

Why go out and take risks in the middle of the night when you can gain more knowledge without going out at night?

Tom felt that although there was something strange about Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, since he was currently not a threat to him and could contribute to helping him adjust his work and rest and ensure his healthy growth, he would not hesitate to say a few words. Verbally praised.

Another enjoyable day swimming in the ocean of magical knowledge. Tom closed "The Development and Evolution of Basic Magic Spells" with satisfaction, wondering when to find an empty classroom to practice his skills.

Then he saw Harry and Ron walking into the common room dejectedly, especially Ron, who occasionally burped and spit out a few tiny slugs.

"Oh my God!" Tom jumped up and nervously picked up his books and stationery, fearing that slugs would fall on them, "Didn't you go to practice Quidditch? What happened? Pomfrey What did the lady say?”

Harry was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes, why don't we go to the school hospital?"

"Forget it, it's all Malfoy." Ron said frustratedly, took out a tissue, picked up the slugs he spit out, wrapped them up, and threw them away.

"Malfoy?" Tom was extremely surprised. If he had known that Malfoy could also use disgusting magic like making people spit out slugs, he would have gone around Malfoy! After all, he is more willing to admit defeat quickly than disgusting things. He can't just throw shit at him, right?

I'm afraid I'm afraid.

Harry told the story again: "That's it, we were practicing well, and the Slytherins came to seize the space. Malfoy even cursed Hermione. Ron wanted to hit him and was ready to attack him." Casting a spell, but just as the spell was being recited, Ron was punched by Goyle and the wand fell out of his hand - in short, I don't know if this was a backlash from the spell or a failed spell that just hit him."

"Obviously it's the latter." Tom observed Ron and concluded, "If it was the curse backlash, Ron wouldn't be so lively and jumping around now."

"You call this jumping around!" Ron yelled angrily, and several slugs sprayed out.

Tom couldn't help but close his eyes and said, "Don't shut up when you're vomiting. Half a worm is more disgusting than a whole worm -"

Before he finished speaking, Hermione's expression changed and she retched several times.

"Let's change the subject," Harry said desperately, "For example, is there any way you can make Ron stop?"

"It's difficult," Tom said frankly, "I don't know what curse he originally intended to cast, I don't know if he pronounced it correctly, and I don't know where he was interrupted - according to your description, after he vomited it out It's much better, then let him finish vomiting. Or send him to the hospital wing and let Madam Pomfrey take a look."

"Speaking of which, how about teaching me the spell when you get better?" Tom asked with great interest, "It's quite interesting, forcing the other person to spit out slugs?"

"No, it's just forced vomiting," Ron said listlessly.

"That's not bad," Tom thought. "If you change it to the easier version, you only need to cause the opponent to retching slightly, which can effectively interrupt the spell casting. If you change it to a more difficult version, spitting out slugs like you is not interesting, spitting out roundworms may be more interesting, super The long parasites were forcibly extracted from the body——" 7K妏婩

Hermione retched and punched him angrily: "Shut up!"

"Okay, okay." Tom raised his hands in surrender to her, "I just think the curse of failure might be useful."

"Maybe, but it's certainly not luck," said Harry.

He was right. When he and Ron were relaxing outside in the afternoon - mainly because the classmates in the common room couldn't bear to be with a guy who could spit out slugs at any time - he wanted to take pictures of them in order to avoid it. Colin, they unfortunately bumped into Lockhart.

"Ah, look who this is!"

Before Harry could turn around and run away, Lockhart walked over with a huge smile on his face.

"Little villain Harry!" He gave Harry a solid hug, completely ignoring the helplessness and patience on Harry's face, "You've been secretly hiding from me, haven't you?"

"No need to be shy at all!" He shook Harry's shoulders affectionately, "As a senior, I am happy to teach you the secret of maintaining your fame."

"How about today?" He settled down, "At 8pm, we are both free, right? I'll teach you how to reply to enthusiastic fans - I won't teach these secrets to others easily!"

"But you are different -" He let go of Harry and made a wink at him, his extraordinary beauty shining in the sun, "We can understand each other!"

He forcibly gave Harry a high-five, hummed happily and walked away.

Harry stood there numbly, turned to Ron and said: "I would rather he force me to spit out the slugs - maybe he doesn't need to force me, I'm about to spit them out."

Ron laughed until he choked out two slugs.

It was not until late at night that Harry escaped from Lockhart's office and crawled into the common room exhausted.

Tom had been waiting for him in the lounge because he had always felt that something was wrong with Professor Lockhart.

"Don't mention it." Harry slumped on the sofa and rubbed his wrists. "You will never imagine that he has all his own photo frames on the wall, and even there are a lot of signed photos piled on the table."

"A Lockhart smile is enough. When Lockhart is smiling at you from all directions and with his big white teeth -" Harry rolled his eyes, "I will definitely have nightmares tonight."

"Sounds unusual," Tom said. "Even Narcissus wasn't that crazy."

"Who is that?" Harry asked.

"Daffodil, the beautiful boy who falls in love with his own reflection in the water."

"I really hope he falls in love with his own shadow," Harry complained. "At least he won't come to me again!"

Lockhart did have an unusual interest in Harry. Ever since the elf disaster in the first class, he never brought any living creatures into the classroom again.

Now, he reads large sections of his books to the students, selecting dramatic passages and performing them in each class. He usually chooses - and only Harry - to assist him in his re-enactments.

Harry is usually forced to play the role of a monster who is beaten and taught a lesson, or an unlucky guy who is forced to be attacked and has to wait for the magical Lockhart to come to the rescue.

Every time Harry fell to the ground or let out a helpless scream, the smile on Professor Lockhart's face became more sincere and happy.

"What on earth does he dislike about me!" Harry, who was once again forced to pretend to be subdued by Lockhart, and then had his neck strangled by the professor who was neither gentle nor serious, patted the dust on his body and returned to his seat, feeling very unhappy. explain.

"Come on, he just covets your fame." Ron said.

And Tom was tired of this endless recitation and performance. He raised his hand, forcing Lockhart to notice him.

"What's the matter, Mr. Locke?" Lockhart asked. "Did you like this part of "Walking with the Ghouls" too?"

He read out enthusiastically: "I looked at the monster's smile, but I was not deceived by his pretended friendly appearance at all - whether you believe it or not, friends, I was actually the only person present who was not deceived by this monster. ——”

Tom always felt that this passage meant something.

"...So as a lone hero, just like those brave men in the legend who mustered up the courage to charge to the enemy even if they are the last man left, I shouted and challenged the monster in a dignified manner——"

So is this really not a passage that Lockhart specifically chose?

"Well, Professor, your writing is very good, fascinating, and makes people feel like they are actually there." Tom said, "But I want to ask, when can we start learning your superb magic skills?"

"You still need to listen more, see more, and feel more," Lockhart replied seriously. "As for those advanced spells - yes, yes, you won't understand them at all until you understand the performance. The sublimity of magic.”

He didn't wait for Tom to say anything more, thrust the book in his hand to Tom, and said: "I'm so glad that you appreciate my novel so much - why don't you continue reading?"

Tom read this chapter with a subtle expression - the protagonist of the novel recklessly challenged the ghoul, but was severely punished in the end.