A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

To his surprise, the contents of the book were incredibly real, as if they had actually happened to him, even more so than the history Professor Binns recounted.

"Could I have guessed wrong?" Aaron doubted himself, but he quickly cleared the doubt from his mind.

Once you meet the real person, all your doubts will be resolved.

However, to be fair, putting aside all the speculation and doubt, Lockhart's writing ability has already reached its peak.

With class time fast approaching, Aaron grabbed seven books and rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Aaron's lips twitched involuntarily.

A large oil painting was placed on the podium. The painting depicted Lockhart himself painting a Lockhart painting.

In addition to this oil painting, the classroom was also filled with Lockhart's photos on both sides, and each photo was a smiling emoji, showing eight teeth.

A perfectly good Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was somehow decorated with a festive atmosphere.

"Aaron, why are you so late?" Draco stepped forward and helped him put the seven books on his desk. "Class is about to start."

"I wasn't late!" Aaron chuckled sheepishly, pointing to the photos in the classroom. "Looks like our new professor is quite the narcissist!"

“You can’t say that,” Hermione said.

Susan, standing next to her, nodded with a serious expression; it was obvious that she was also a die-hard Lockhart fan.

"Aaron, I agree with your point of view. I've never seen anyone so narcissistic."

But in this classroom, it's best not to say anything bad about Lockhart, since many people are his fans.

"That's alright, not all students are..."

Before he could finish speaking, Aaron felt a chill run down his spine; about a third of the people in the classroom were staring at him angrily.

“You see, that’s the celebrity effect.” Draco shrugged and said in a low voice, “Now I understand why my dad wouldn’t let me show hostility towards Harry Potter in public.”

Aaron nodded in deep agreement. "Mr. Lucius is right."

Suddenly, the classroom door opened, and Professor Lockhart, dressed in a particularly flamboyant gold wizard's robe, walked in.

"Please allow me to introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who is... myself, Gilderoy Lockhart." Lockhart walked up to his oil painting. "Third Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award."

But I'm low-key and never show off; I don't drive away the Wanlun ghost with a smile.

Lockhart's self-introduction ended there. Below the stage, fans like Hermione and Susan looked at Lockhart with admiration, wishing they could immediately go up and ask for an autographed photo.

Students like Harry and Ron, who weren't blindly fans, exchanged bewildered glances and didn't take him seriously.

Aaron's eye twitched slightly. He realized he had underestimated Lockhart's narcissism. How could Lockhart keep saying things like "I'm low-key and never show off"?

To be able to write seven autobiographies without being ostentatious? Are you kidding me?

"Suddenly, I feel like this professor is a bit unreliable!" Draco frowned.

“Be more confident, and drop the ‘seems’ part,” Aaron said. “Besides being unreliable, he’s also a bit hypocritical.”

"I can see that."

However, if he's unreliable, our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam this semester probably won't be too difficult.

Aaron paused for a moment, seemingly without any problem.

If the teacher is unreliable, teaching accidents are inevitable, and the exam results might even be invalidated.

Thinking about this, Aaron suddenly found Lockhart much more agreeable.

It inexplicably saved him time from a class, something he had always dreamed of but could never have while attending tutoring classes.

Lockhart walked to the podium, picked up a stack of test papers, and said, “I see that you have all bought my complete works. Before we start the class, let’s do a little quiz.”

Don't be afraid, I'm just checking how much you've read and how much you've prepared beforehand.

The test papers were handed out to everyone; they were four full pages of answer sheets, but each page contained only one question.

What is Lockhart's favorite color? What is his secret ambition? What is his greatest achievement to date? What is his birthday and what would be his ideal birthday present?

Aaron stared at the test questions, his mind reeling.

What a freak! Lockhart is definitely a freak in the teaching profession.

No, describing him as a teacher is an insult to the sacred profession of teaching.

"Aaron, do you know the answer?" Draco asked anxiously and amusedly.

"Don't worry, I reckon that apart from die-hard fans, no one in the classroom can answer this question."

This is utterly misleading and harmful to young people; just write something perfunctory and superficial.

Draco shrugged. "I know that, but he's a professor after all, and he'll give Slytherin extra points if they answer correctly."

Aaron frowned, inwardly cursing the trouble, then turned to Crabbe and Goyle, asking seriously, "Do you want Slytherin points?"

Hearing the tempting voice, the two exchanged a glance and nodded.

“Very good!” Aaron took their test papers, took a deep breath, and wrote down the answers to all the questions.

"I'm warning you, don't ever say that this is the answer I gave you."

"You know the answers to these weird questions?" Draco said in surprise. "Don't tell me you're also a Lockhart fanatic, or my image of you will instantly collapse."

Aaron shook his head helplessly, then pointed to his eyes, "Just a few hours ago, I flipped through our textbooks..."

"Have you finished reading?"

"Of course not. Even someone with a photographic memory couldn't possibly read seven books in such a short time."

I just happened to see the answer.

"Oh, I see!" Draco exclaimed in realization, then looked at Crabbe and Goyle's exam papers with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

“I advise you not to do that,” Aaron said with a meaningful smile. “Not everyone can handle the praise from a quirky teacher.”

Draco swallowed hard, suddenly feeling that his two lackeys' exam papers were a bit too hot to handle. He glanced at them with some sympathy, then went about his own business, scribbling and doodling on his own exam paper.

Aaron shrugged, glanced at the exam paper with some disdain, then looked at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was smiling on the podium, and sneered inwardly.

He picked up a quill and wrote his answers on all the answer sheets, then readily put the test papers aside, took a new sheet of white paper, and tried to draw a high-level magic circle on it.

After all, time shouldn't be wasted; we should always find something meaningful to do.

He is far from being able to create a magic array in an instant and apply it perfectly in practice, so he can only start with the simple things first.

After Draco finished answering the questions, he glanced curiously at Aaron's test paper, his pupils widening slightly. "Are you sure you want to write it like this?"

Chapter 145 What makes you think you can be my teacher?

"Isn't it normal for students to ask teachers questions? Don't make such a fuss."

“But this problem of yours…” Draco hesitated, “no teacher would like it.”

"No, to be precise, an incompetent teacher won't like it, but a capable teacher might not."

Draco hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at Aaron with a complicated expression and said, "I still want to advise you not to write it like this. Just do a perfunctory job like everyone else."

"It's okay, I just wanted to give this famous professor a try."

"Don't tell me students don't even have the right to question their teachers," Aaron said nonchalantly. At this point, his suspicion of Lockhart had reached 99%, and this was the final test.

If the other party is truly hiding their true abilities, he can sincerely apologize. But if the other party is just pretending, then there's no point in attending the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year.

"But..."

Do you think a renowned professor would make things difficult for a twelve-year-old student in class?

"Probably, maybe, perhaps not, but what if?"

"Crawb and Goyle will give Slytherin points, won't they?"

Even if Lockhart gets angry, how many points can he deduct from my score? Ten points, or twenty?

Two perfect scores should be enough to make up for this lack of points and won't affect Slytherin's reputation.

"Alright! Since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you."

More than half an hour later, Lockhart collected the test papers and excitedly flipped through them in front of the whole class.

"Tsk tsk! Almost no one remembers that I like lilac color, which I mentioned in 'A Year with the Tibetan Yeti'."

Some students should read "Wandering with Werewolves" carefully. In the book, I clearly mentioned that my ideal birthday present is for everyone, whether they have magic or not, to live in harmony...

Lockhart would glance at the audience from time to time as he spoke, his eyes blinking playfully – a feat impossible without professional training.

Some students doubted his teaching ability but only suppressed their laughter, while some die-hard fans listened attentively, their faces filled with admiration.

“If he were a magical creature, his ability to be cute would probably be even better than Aber’s,” Draco couldn’t help but laugh.

Abbe bared his teeth at Draco in annoyance, then turned around and settled into a more comfortable position on the table.

“Uh…” Aaron chuckled and stroked the dragon, “It means, don’t compare it to trash.”

“Hermione Granger,” Lockhart suddenly called out Hermione’s name. “Miss Granger knows my secret ambition is to eliminate all evil in the world and to sell my own line of hair care products—good girl!”

One hundred percent!

Where is Miss Granger?

Hermione excitedly raised her right hand, her body trembling slightly; this was the feeling of being called upon by her idol.

“Very good, ten points for Gryffindor.” Lockhart said with a smile, then continued to look through the remaining test papers in his hand, and soon his expression became incredibly interesting.

"Miss Granger's excellence is beyond doubt, but I want to give special praise to the next two."

Their answers were so perfect, I could hardly believe it. Lockhart looked excitedly at the students below, seemingly trying to find his most loyal fan among them.

The students' attention gradually turned to Aaron and Draco, because there were only a few top students in this classroom, and besides Hermione, they were the only two left.

"That's right, it seems you've all figured out who it is."

They are Gregory Gore and Vincent Crabbe.

"Slytherin gets ten points, and each of them gets ten points, that's twenty points." Lockhart laughed. "Where are these two students?"

Don't be shy, let everyone get to know you.

Crabbe and Gore looked at each other, then reluctantly raised their right hands.

Lockhart's lips twitched. These two chubby little wizards, some even as strong as two of them, might affect the overall quality of his fan base if he took them out.