Tom could no longer see out of his right eye, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his eye. He had just overused his new ability and overtaxed his eyes. Forcibly examining a person's memory all at once was a very exhausting thing to do, even if he's just a shitty wizard Lockhart.
But when he saw the [Obliviate spell level 0 (0/100-0%)] on the magic bar, it was worth it: many magic stones were saved. The price/performance ratio of drawing Lockhart is too low. It was about the Obliviate spell, and Tom felt that Lockhart, a "five-star" character, could add nothing to Tom's talents: spells, potions, divination, transfiguration, what could he add? None, just a five-star ability.
Isn't it a waste to spend thousands of magic stones to extract such a spell?
Luckily, Tom was able to squeeze this spell from his mind. Tom sat back in his chair and rested for a while, his eyes gradually relieved, and although there were still some flashes of images in front of his eyes from time to time, he was in a much better state than before.
He dressed Lockhart, who was paralyzed on the floor of the suitcase, made him pose nicely, then turned into a basilisk and petrified him, then dragged him aside and waited in silence.
Hours passed, and even after the expiration date of the multijugos potion had completely passed, Lockhart remained completely unchanged, still wearing Tom's face. I must say that Tom's face, combined with Tom's elaborate pose, had a strange martyred beauty, almost like a realistic painting, a change of temperament that must have been brought about by the unicorn form.
Tom knew his suspicions were valid.
A character petrified by a basilisk would have his metabolism stagnant, and the effects of the multijugos potion would remain until his petrified state was lifted.
Tom smiled happily: with the last obstacle in his way removed, he would be able to get a lot done this term. As for the end of term, Tom looked at Lockhart's face in the mirror and his eyes turned dangerous: it was time to lay it all bare.....
...
On Monday, it was already the second week of school, the third to be exact, except that September 1 was Wednesday and the first week was only half a class, so it wasn't exactly a full week.
There was a lot of talk around the school today, and the topic was clear: Hogwarts' famous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lockhart, was about to start his first lesson of the term. This first lesson has been delayed for more than a week, and it finally begins!
Monday, first class in the morning, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor (2nd year), in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor of the castle.
One by one, the young wizards entered the classroom as they spoke.
"Neville, come here! " Ron called to Neville, inviting him to join Harry in the corner of the classroom.
"I have a feeling Professor Lockhart isn't very reliable." Harry sat further away from the lectern, straining to keep his presence to a minimum. "And trustworthy or not, he makes me uncomfortable in Flourish and Blotts Bookshop."
"It just, for some reason, makes me slightly bored at the mention of it, I don't know where it comes from." Ron scratched his head and placed his new wand on the table.
"My grandmother didn't like it much either." Neville sat down across from Harry and the others, "But to be fair, her experiences are pretty legendary."
Neville had arrived late, but had no trouble finding a seat. Almost all the girls from both Houses sat in the front row today, leaving the back half of the classroom fairly full of empty seats, so if you wanted to sit in the back, there was no need to worry about getting a seat.
Those who were negative about Lockhart were in the minority, and most were looking forward to the professor. Hermione and the girls in the front row, for example, had all their textbooks neatly arranged on their desks, stacked in a pile like a high school student's desk.
"Why isn't Professor Lockhart here yet? I didn't see him at the staff table at breakfast today." said Mandy Brocklehurst to the housemates around her.
"I don't know, maybe he's getting ready for class today?" several others were also confused.
Hermione, alone at her table, with a slightly sad face, said quietly to her friends, "Have any of you seen Tom? I haven't seen him at breakfast today."
Her roommates teased her and then said they hadn't seen him, and someone else asked Tom's roommates and was surprised to see that no one had seen him today.
"Maybe he remembered something this morning and went to the library?" said Sue Li, somewhat unsure, "Maybe he was in the library reading and lost track of time... oh no, would he have missed Professor Lockhart's first class then?"
"That's a real shame..."
"Granger, why don't you get him an autograph from Professor Lockhart?"
"Boys aren't like us, Tom wouldn't like an autograph..."
"Bang!" The classroom door burst open and Tom was outside as was Lockhart.
Tom was a little late, but not too late; wasn't it common sense for the professor to be five minutes late and leave five minutes early?
Today he had dyed his blond hair, which he hated, black, and was dressed in a nice black robe.
Standing in front of the door, Tom's aura was so strong that the classroom was silent for a moment.
He walked down the hallway between the desks, the hem of his black robe billowing behind him, and every time Tom passed a window, he would wave his hand and the window would slam shut. With the sound of the windows closing, Tom walked to the podium, then quickly turned around and looked at the little magicians below the stage.
At that moment, the entire room could hear a pin drop on the floor, and everyone held their breath. The thought that Professor Lockhart was a bit like Snape crossed most people's minds.
"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for this year." Tom deliberately added more emphasis to the year, and before the young wizards could get agitated, he continued, "First lesson of the day is, a pop quiz. Everyone, put away your books."
The whole class was in an uproar, everyone was shocked: how could there be a test on the first day of school?!
This was something the young wizards had never seen before. And if you're going to have an exam, at least tell them in advance.
"Quiet!" said Tom, shushing everyone, "This exam will count towards the final grade."
Boom! The classroom was a like a frying pan of oil being poured over. Even Hermione felt a little dizzy: was this part of the final exam? She hadn't even studied properly! Y...
Tom waved his wand and dozens of papers flew through the air until they landed on the little wizards' desks.
The little witches reluctantly had to put away their textbooks and pull out their quills.
"All questions are multiple choice, please write your answers in brackets, no marks will be awarded if you write outside the brackets, 4 points for each multiple choice question, 25 multiple choice questions total, 4 points for a correct answer, 2 points for an incorrect answer, multiple possible answers, half marks for incomplete answers, no marks for no answer..."
Tom's voice interrupted, "Miss Granger, what can I do for you? "
"Professor, Tom is not here today." Hermione held up her hand, her voice shaking with nerves, "I don't know..."
"I see, I'll talk to Professor Flitwick." Tom waved for Hermione to sit down.
"Fifty minutes to exam, no talking amongst yourselves. Very well, if you have no questions, let's begin the exam!"
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, all the students lowered their heads, even if they didn't want to, and looked at their papers intently.
Naturally, Harry received his paper and looked at the first question.
1. The incorrect choice for the following statements about Grindylow is: (__________)
A. Grindylow was a famous dark wizard of the first half of the 20th century, who was eventually defeated by Dumbledore.
B. Grindylow was very aggressive, attacking both wizards and Muggles.
C. Grindylow likes to eat fish and will not attack anyone who falls into the water.
D. Grindylows live in lakes all over Britain and Ireland.
Harry scratched his head, all four choices seemed to be correct, and it seemed to be written on Dumbledore's chocolate frog that the most well-known contribution was the defeat of the Dark Wizard Grinn in 1945.... Grinn who? is it Grindylow?
Confused, Harry glanced slightly to his left and right, and realized that many of the young wizards around him were already doodling. He shook his head and moved on to the next question.
2. In July of this year, Damocles invented a potion to keep werewolves sane during the full moon, and has written about werewolves in detail in my book "Walks with Werewolves". The following statement about werewolves is correct: (__________)
R. There is no difference between a werewolf and a wolf.
B. Werewolves cannot choose whether or not to transform, and they will forget who they are when they do.
C. Werewolves can remember everything they have experienced throughout the transformation process after they have returned to human form.
D. The Ministry of Magic has rated werewolves with four stars.
Harry: Muggle. He could be a muggle.
Harry was horrified to find that he could barely answer any of the questions. Harry's mind was in chaos, especially when he realized that the young wizards around him, like Ron and Neville, seemed very sure of themselves.
It was true, for them living in the magical world, these questions should be common sense questions.
During the exam, Tom didn't stand idly by, pacing the classroom, arms crossed, looking around. He stood behind Ron for a long time and finally left with a sigh, scaring Ron into going back over every question, and finding many careless mistakes.
"Well, ten minutes left on the exam! " Tom said loudly, looking at the hourglass.