The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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Hogwarts has four houses in a year, and each class, except for some special courses, is taught by two houses together. For classes like Defence Against the Dark Arts, there are two sessions a week.

Then, after a simple calculation, we can know that a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will teach the first- and second-grade wizards eight lessons a week! Fortunately, the third and fourth grades have only one class per week. The fifth grade has resumed two classes a week because of the pressure of the ordinary wizard rank exam. The sixth and seventh grades are subject to elective system, and each grade has only one class, one session per week. class.

So, a Dark Defense professor has eighteen classes a week. Eighteen lessons! Is there any reason? Tom really broke down when he saw this schedule. He had never paid attention to the lives of the professors before, but when he actually took over Lockhart's work, he found that the professors seemed to be living a miserable life. Especially those professors who take their classes seriously.

Putting these eighteen classes into a week, Tom needs to take two classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon, so that he can take four days and only half a day of classes on the fifth day.

Tom felt his blood pressure rise rapidly.

He looked at the desk suddenly, and an idea came into his mind. He immediately sat on the edge of the desk, took out a quill pen and began to transform: he hoped to give this pen an automatic marking function.

As a skilled alchemist apprentice, and with a similar structure, it is very easy for Tom to modify this quill pen - nothing more than writing a simple program that recognizes ABCD and accumulates bonus points.

For the next week, Tom was in class during the day, and at night, in the image of Lockhart, he was in the office preparing the teaching content of the new semester, modifying the quill pen, and brewing the compound decoction...

He's done a lot of things, except for homework, because if his plan is successful, he won't need homework this semester.

The week had been quiet and uneventful, and Snape didn't speak out after being stolen, except that the frequency of deductions against Gryffindors increased significantly.

"Potter, your potion is too thin, and Gryffindor will deduct five points!"

"Potter, your potion is too thick, five points from Gryffindor!"

"Potter, your roommate Ron's potion is too thick, you didn't remind him, Gryffindor buckle..."

"Potter, you're actually talking in class..."

Snape poured almost all of his deductions into Gryffindor House, which in disguise made Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's Potions class a lot easier: because Snape needed to put the precious The deduction of points is applied to Gryffindor.

Because of Snape's sudden outburst, Gryffindor was firmly placed at the bottom of the four major academies in the first week of school.

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There are several mirrors and a fluffy rabbit in the huge office.

"His!" A huge and bright basilisk appeared in the office. The basilisk's yellow lantern-like eyes met the rabbit's eyes. The rabbit showed a very frightened expression and then fell straight to the ground, with a stiff body. like a plank.

Although it looks horrific, the rabbit that looked directly at Tom's basilisk didn't die.

"Sure enough, the recorded basilisk's ability is weaker than the original one in line of sight." Tom sighed. The ability of his Boggart Soul Ring is to record magical creatures, and then become their appearance and inherit their parts. ability.

Generally speaking, the rarer the ability, the more severe the weakening. The phoenix's nirvana has been weakened into accelerated recovery, and the basilisk's direct-to-death line of sight has been reduced by a layer of lethality and turned into permanent petrification.

Tom took out another rabbit and let it see the basilisk's eyes in the mirror. This time, the rabbit just froze for a while before regaining mobility. If the basilisk eyes in the mirror have been reflected by a mirror before, it has no petrification ability at all, and can only cause panic.

Tom maintained a normal heart, which was to be expected, and there was nothing to regret. After studying his newly acquired ability, he sat down at the table and took out a piece of parchment, and began to write hard. It's Sunday, and he's preparing for next Monday.

During the week, Tom also investigated the teaching aids available to the Hogwarts professors, and he really found some good things, such as this magic copier in front of him.

This machine is a combination of Muggle printers and copiers that help teachers at Hogwarts print papers. However, on weekdays, only professors will use it at the end of the term. In that case, Tom asked for it from Filch—it was piled up in the warehouse anyway, so why don't you leave it to me Lockhart to keep it, and by the way, I transferred dozens of pounds of parchment paper from the school warehouse.

It seems that dozens of pounds are a bit exaggerated, but because the parchment paper at Hogwarts is generally thicker, the mass of a paper is almost ten grams, and a kilogram is only 50 papers, and the seventh grade is tested once. , you can use up seven catties, dozens of catties of paper, Tom may use up in a month.

Tom stuffed the paper he had written into the opening above the magic printer, and said to the printer, "Make three hundred copies first."

"Okay." The printer accepted the task and started working quickly. A piece of parchment was swallowed by it and turned into a test paper.

While the printer was making copies, Tom pulled out a small bottle filled with bubbling, syrupy decoction, which he plucked out of a hair from his head and added.

The decoction made a loud noise, like boiling water, and after a second, it became clear - just like a chemical reaction, the originally thick compound decoction turned into plain water.

Tom opened the box and went inside. Lockhart was sitting inside, his eyes were blank, his hair was dry and messy, his chin looked shriveled, and he looked haggard.

He looked at Tom, his eyes blank.

"Mr. Lockhart, please drink water." Tom handed over the bottle of Polyjuice.

Lockhart became flustered: "Wait a minute, I don't drink, I—"

Tom squeezed his cheek directly and poured the Polyjuice into it. After pouring the medicine, Lockhart fell to the ground, twitching frantically, like a boiled prawn. There was a feeling of melting all over his skin, and bubbles were popping up quickly, and he was crawling on the ground panting and moaning loudly. Immediately afterwards, his skeleton was shrinking rapidly, and his hair turned black.

The pain came and went quickly, and when the transformation was completed, everything stopped. Lockhart lay on the cold ground, his robes wet with cold sweat.

But at the next moment, he saw the scene that made his heart and lungs stop: the other self was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"You are much more pleasing to the eye now." Tom changed into Lockhart's appearance, and when he walked to Lockhart, who changed into Tom's appearance, the identities of the two had already been exchanged.

"You, you!" Lockhart was speechless in horror.

Tom grabbed his collar and lifted him up, "The moment you take away other people's memories and pretend to be others' honor, you should be mentally prepared for today. Your identity is very useful to me, so I'll take it."

"Tom, ahhhh-" Lockhart let out a roar like a beast, but the next moment he was like being caught in the throat, and the roar was kept in his throat: he saw something that made his hair stand up. snake pupil.

Looking at the snake pupil, Lockhart only felt that his heart had stopped beating, and the blood was coagulating in the blood vessels. He seemed to see a natural enemy, just like a mouse played by a cat.

His memory began to surge.

Lockhart's childhood came to his mind, his mother was a witch, but his two sisters were not magical, so when he showed the potential of a wizard, his mother had no scruples among all his siblings Favored him, he once thought he was a genius and unique, until he enrolled and entered Ravenclaw Academy...

Lockhart once thought he would be the object of discussion and attention, because he had always thought of himself as a powerful genius, but the truth let him down: Hogwarts has more talents and more talents than him. A gifted, harder-working kid who no one is impressed with. He is indeed talented and smarter than most of his classmates, but he just wants to be the best.

Everyone must learn to accept their own mediocrity, and Lockhart obviously did not learn.

In the first transfiguration class, Lockhart's match was completely unchanged, but he tactfully found a needle to replace it - if it hadn't been seen by Professor McGonagall, he should have gained a lot of praise and admiration.

The memories of his grandstanding time and time again also surfaced: standing on the table, proudly announcing to his classmates that he will travel around the world after graduation; he will win the Quidditch World Cup; he will become the youngest Minister of Magic... …

What a wonderful school day! Lockhart thought to himself.

"These memories~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I don't need them." An indifferent voice sounded in his ear, Lockhart turned his head, and saw a cold snake pupil with no human emotion.

He was horrified to find that there was such an extra eye in the corner of his memory: when his mother gave him the best chicken legs, that eye was on the candlestick; when he was taking a transfiguration class, that eye was on the candlestick Snake pupil is in Professor McGonagall's eye frame, and every time he makes a rhetoric, that eye is always in a corner of the crowd, staring at himself without emotion...

Lockhart broke down and yelled.

"As I said, I'm not interested in these memories of you." The indifferent voice sounded in his ear again, "Change it!"

Lockhart's psychological defense line was instantly defeated, his memories surged uncontrollably, and a large number of memories slumbering at the bottom of his mind were salvaged, and then thrown aside like garbage, and so on...

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