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Chapter 241 Nobody knows how to teach students better than me
Chapter 241 Nobody knows how to teach students better than me
Time passed quietly, and the storms of the outside world did not affect the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Before we knew it, the snow had covered the entire school.
With the Christmas holidays approaching at Hogwarts, the school year is already almost halfway over.
That day, the sky cleared, the snow stopped, and the castle complex and the continuous Forbidden Forest were quiet. Even the cold wind subsided, and the young wizards ran out to play in the snow.
A peaceful and harmonious scene.
"I've always wondered why the weather at Hogwarts is different from that at Hogsmeade. Of course, I know the two places aren't actually next to each other, but—"
Lockhart's expression was somewhat strange as he looked at Grindelwald beside him. "I'm starting to have a strange idea—could the weather at Hogwarts be changing because of Headmaster Dumbledore's mood?"
Grindelwald chuckled. "It has some influence, you know, it's never good to keep bad emotions bottled up inside."
"Should we find it a place to go?"
Ah, Lockhart remembers this very clearly.
Last year, however, it rained continuously all year round.
Many students at the school caught a cold as a result, and Mrs. Pomfrey prepared some medicine for them, which caused many students to have smoke coming out of their heads, making it seem as if they were having smoke windows on their heads during class.
At that time, he knew very well that Old Deng was in a state of utter confusion because he couldn't catch Voldemort's tail no matter what.
"The weak are like this, powerless to change the weather. They can only passively endure the influence of the stronger ones at a higher level. In fact, most of the weak will only attribute these influences to fate, luck, and other things they believe they cannot change."
Grindelwald shrugged. "In fact, the impact on weather is a minor issue. The biggest impact on ordinary people is the era that is changed by the strong."
Lockhart sensed the underlying meaning in his words, smiled gently, and didn't discuss the topic further.
In any case, the busy Headmaster Dumbledore finally had some free time.
He came to see Old Deng this time to hand over the dark magic creature he had acquired earlier to Old Deng to deal with.
"The dark magic creature in that elevator?"
Upon arriving at the office, he placed the snail shell on his desk, and Old Deng recognized it at a glance.
"Yes."
Lockhart began to explain the purpose and usage of this thing.
"Based on my numerous experiments, its best effect is to place it in an elevator, even a wooden elevator made with transmutation magic. This is a suitable 'body' for this dark magic creature. As you know, only with a body can the magical bloodline abilities in the soul be expressed."
Dumbledore and Grindelwald exchanged a glance, wanting to retort. He didn't understand this theory that "the magical bloodline of the soul is expressed through the body." There were always people who thought that magical masters like them were omnipotent.
"It has two functions."
Lockhart recounted the story earnestly, oblivious to the two old men's subtle movements, "First of all, it's an illegal filament fireplace."
"When used in the wizarding world, it will take you to the most important institution in the Muggle world. When used in the Muggle world, it will take you to the Ministry of Magic corresponding to your current address."
"I've tried it. Sometimes the Muggle organizations are official meeting rooms, sometimes military bases, and sometimes the secret headquarters of some conglomerate."
"If you go to the Ministry of Magic headquarters, you'll find the archives, the Department of Mysteries, the Minister's office, the Auror's office, and the Wizengamor Inquisition—all of these are there."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, immediately realizing the importance of the snail shell on the table.
Illegal space travel is one thing, but directly determining the true situation of forces in various regions from a magical perspective can be considered a divine artifact in a certain respect.
In fact, this kind of "social" magical ability is not uncommon in wizarding history. The most famous example is the magic mirror in fairy tales and the classic question: Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the fairest of them all?
This dark magic creature, the "elevator monster," is just another way of asking—who is the most powerful person in the area, and where is he/she?
"The second feature!"
Lockhart continued, "It can suppress the expression of magical bloodlines. Unfortunately, it cannot inspire Muggles to become wizards; it can only turn wizards into Muggles."
"This effect allows werewolves to enter during a full moon and emerge as humans, but their magical bloodline will be completely suppressed, turning them into Muggles until the full moon ends."
"However, there is one thing I must point out: I am not sure about the state of the wolf poison in the bodies of werewolves that have become Muggles, and I am not sure if it is still infectious. This requires more practice to verify."
"This unique magical bloodline suppression state can also mend the misalignment between the soul, mind, and body caused by magic. Simply put, it can turn a wizard who has suffered permanent damage from the Crucifixion back into a normal person, or of course, a Muggle."
"Yes, it's the Longbottoms. They can use this, but I'm not sure how often they use it, so that needs to be verified."
Dumbledore remained silent for a long time after hearing this, then glanced at Grindelwald and, sure enough, saw a look full of mockery.
He took off his glasses with a slight headache, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Gidero, you've given me a real challenge."
For the Order of the Phoenix, for Lupin, or for the Longbottoms?
This is undoubtedly an extremely difficult choice.
"Ha~" Grindelwald chuckled, his laughter overflowing with audacity. "For the greater good, of course we'd choose to use them for the Order of the Phoenix, right? At times like these, you always have to abandon some people you care about, right? Surely you're not saying it's hard to choose now, are you?"
Old Deng pursed his lips, his expression complex, and stroked the strange ring on his hand. Finally, he sighed, his aged eyes filled with a murky darkness. "Sometimes when I reflect on my life, I can't help but be questioned by past events, asking myself if I made the wrong judgment—"
So Grindelwald, who used to laugh, stopped laughing.
“In fact, I have considered this,” Lockhart said with a smile, drawing the attention of the two men. “Perhaps the Order of the Phoenix should have a permanent meeting place? If so, we could house this dark magic creature there, so Lupin could use it whenever he needed to each month, and the Longbottoms could also live there.”
Grindelwald chuckled. "You mean, you want the Longbottoms, now Muggles, and Lupin, who appears on the night of the full moon, to guard such an important magical creation as the Order of the Phoenix?"
"Young man, I don't need to prophesy to see a terrible future: when the enemy is desperately trying to destroy this elevator, they'll conveniently kill these wizards who have lost their magical abilities while they're guarding it!"
Lockhart shrugged. "This is the best solution I can think of; it's just a suggestion."
That's life; there are always imperfect options that cause struggle and distress.
Ten days later.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has officially started its holiday, a long break of two weeks.
In fact, this holiday is rather short. When Lockhart was in school in his previous life, winter vacation was a month long.
He had been planning to take Percy to determine the training venue for the Quidditch duels. Many people were saying that it was for training a wizarding army, but Lockhart didn't care. A wizarding army it was, let others say what they wanted.
Because everyone only dared to say a few words, not daring to mention it to his face, nor daring to discuss it in the context of the Ministry of Magic's major issues, there was really no way to make him pay too much attention to this public opinion.
But before he could even leave the house, Old Deng came knocking again.
"I've already chosen the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. To ensure nothing goes wrong, I'd like you to come and help settle this dark magic creature." Dumbledore handed the snail shell back to Lockhart.
Lohatt nodded, gesturing to Percy Weasley, who was politely waiting at the door. "May I bring my apprentice with me to help?"
Dumbledore looked up, a smile on his face. "I can see that this child is on the right path under your guidance."
Lockhart immediately perked up, "Of course, no one knows better than me how to teach students!"
Professor McGonagall, standing to the side, had a strange expression. She was used to Professor Lockhart's habitual taunts and didn't bother to refute him.
Moreover, the train departed from Hogsmeade Village Station again, taking the young wizards away from the school.
This time it's a little different; many of the young wizards aren't on this vehicle.
Crabbe and Goyle had already taken Professor Lockhart's flying car directly to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, accompanied by Professor Snape.
Lockhart's acquisition of the dark magic creature "Elevator" was merely a temporary fix, not a true cure for the Longbottoms. Professor Snape and Crabbe's adventure was far from over.
Goyle is currently learning the spell "Soulfire" from Crabbe. This is Lockhart's unique "mentoring" tradition in the Duel Club, and the boy also has a very unique talent.
Hermione and Draco were also not on the train leaving school. As Percy's assistants, they would be on the "advance team" to inspect and negotiate several training and match venues that Percy had previously selected as suitable for "Quidditch duels".
Hermione was in charge of any Muggle-related matters, while Draco was in charge of any wizard-related matters.
Ron, Luna, and Pansy were also with them.
Ron plans to take his new partner Hakimi to the Muggle world to experience Hakimi's other form firsthand, while Luna believes that the development of Quidditch duels is worth reporting on, and at the suggestion of her father Xenophilius Lovegood, she accompanies him as a reporter for Quidditch.
Draco looked around and realized, "Good heavens, Hermione has two helpers, but Goyle and Crabbe aren't around." So he pulled Pansy along too.
Pansy is the kind of girl who only has eyes for Draco and doesn't care where they go; she just follows along without really understanding what's going on.
Then there are the Weasley twins, George and Fred, who, with the investment provided by Lockhart, plan to find more suitable materials for their prank inventions.
This money wasn't easy to get. Although Lockhart didn't strictly require them to invent anything, he gave them more than a dozen suggestions after communicating with them, each of which was extremely challenging.
George and Fred sometimes thought they might as well not read this lousy book. If they weren't afraid of their mother beating them, they would have dropped out of school long ago to start their own businesses.
However, as Professor Lockhart made his request, they were forced to realize with despair that they would probably have to read the book again and find a lot of information in the library.
In these turbulent times, Professor McGonagall initially opposed Lockhart's holiday arrangements for the young wizards.
However, when the students were called in to inquire about the situation, it was discovered that this was not Professor Lockhart's arrangement at all; it was something the young wizards had done on their own initiative!
That's really amazing!
Professor McGonagall hadn't seen students with such autonomy in a long time, and finally agreed after talking with the students' parents.
Perhaps, as Professor Lockhart suggested.
Everyone has their own fairytale adventure, and everyone must embark on their own magical path.
He guided these young wizards onto the path, and once they were eager to continue, there was no stopping them.
Where the heart leads, magic will naturally pave the way.
This is Lockhart's theory; it may not be the truth, but it always fits the workings of the real world.
While still in school, Hagrid and Newt had already begun raising various dangerous and powerful magical creatures.
While still a student, Voldemort was already investigating his origins, killing his Muggle father and framing his uncle, creating his first Horcrux, and seducing Ravenclaw's daughter, Lady Grey, to obtain the Ravenclaw Crown's hiding place in Albania.
While still a student, Grindelwald had already begun searching for the Deathly Hallows and was experimenting extensively with various dangerous and powerful forms of dark magic.
Too much.
Countless.
But here's the interesting part.
Wizards who display such excellence at a young age are undoubtedly destined to become prominent figures in their respective fields. And Lockhart's Duel Club seems to have a bit too many young wizards.
There were so many that it was like a wholesale market.
This puzzled Professor McGonagall. Was it a historical pattern where the arrival of a new era naturally gave rise to a group of geniuses, or was Professor Lockhart really a good teacher?
"No one knows better than me how to teach students!" — Professor Lockhart's sometimes boastful words, when recalled occasionally, make one feel that he was probably not just bragging.