"Is that so?" thought Tom for a moment, "The authenticity of the document is questionable, but it has an interesting definition of the 'Fairy Castle', they are also called 'Fairy Tomb', and by that name you know what they were for."
According to the book, the "Fairy Castle," refers to the countless prehistoric tombs in the Irish region, each with a sacred cauldron that provided unlimited food....
"This violates Gump's five basic principles of transformation." Hermione pointed out the book's fallacy: "Food cannot be conjured out of thin air. "
"You can't reason with the other world," Tom said, shaking his head, "It seems that if we want to make a time-turner, we have to find a prehistoric tomb first. It seems a bit far-fetched, but it's always good to have a goal."
Having found the clue to the 'Fairy Castle', the day's task was complete and Tom could get on with his spell practice. After a year of hard work, most of his spells had reached full proficiency, meaning they could be cast without a wand, although they were a level less powerful.
Last term's final exams helped him complete his advancement in most subjects, and he has now reached level one in all subjects in his theory of knowledge section, and now he only has to increase his knowledge to reach the top of level one and then take his advancement tests.
As a teacher, you also have the advantage that it is very easy to get the original questions for the second year final exams from other teachers, so it is much less difficult to make a breakthrough.
As for the lesson plans and teacher notes, Tom was going to try to "cheat" on them later, since he still had a bad reputation with teachers. After a while, he would come back when his reputation had improved. Tom's plan was to use this year to overcome all the obstacles until he reached level seven.
Professor Lockhart was a good man!
Once he had concentrated on the book, time passed very quickly and Tom felt that, in the blink of an eye, it was time to close the library. The two cleared the table together.
"Put that book down" As Hermione was trying to stuff 'The Buried Celt' into her bag, Mrs. Pince suddenly appeared.
"This book is a forbidden book, and ordinary students are forbidden to borrow it."
Tom patted his head, "Look at my memory! Miss Granger has been helping me with a lot of information today, and this book will help you understand the background of my new book, so I've given you permission to borrow it. "
Tom pulled out a pen and wrote a note to Hermione.
Mrs. Pince's expression instantly became more than impressive.
Tom looked at Mrs. Pince, "Books are only worth reading if they are read. If they just sit on the shelf, they are nothing more than artistic decorations."
Hermione found it amusing to see how Mrs. Pince disliked Tom, and her eyes filled with amusement.
...
There was a hint of coldness in her eyes.
"Drop the bear" Peggy Grossman's tone was subdued, but it sent shivers down her spine.
Peggy's roommates, now lying on the bed, sat up at the sound of the voice and watched.
Victoria Brown, who was holding a tattered bear in her hand, flinched when Peggy's gaze startled her.
Victoria had always been a little jealous of Peggy: she was prettier, smarter and, more importantly, from a better family than she was. Being from a Muggle family, she had nicer clothes than she did! This, coupled with the fact that Peggy was always aloof, made her dislike for Peggy grow.
The other day, she stole a diary from Professor Lockhart's office; of course, she insisted that she didn't admit to stealing it, but in her mind, she just wanted to borrow it. But when she returned to her dormitory, Victoria was dumbfounded: the diary was blank!
However, since it was Professor Lockhart's notebook, she didn't think to throw it away, but used it as her own diary. Rounding up, it was the equivalent of giving Professor Lockhart a piece of her mind. It was only when she wrote in it for the first time that she discovered something special: she could communicate with it!
Soon, she befriended the boy named Riddle in the diary, and soon they were able to talk about everything, and Victoria gradually opened her heart to Riddle.
Once she complained to Riddle that she was of half-blood ancestry and that her allowance was low, and that her robes were not as beautiful as that of a dirty-blood, and Riddle took pity on her and recommended that she find the girl's weaknesses and attack them.
Victoria had been watching. Later, she noticed a strange thing about Peggy: the normally clean and well-dressed Peggy had an old teddy bear in her bed.
So today, while Peggy was in the shower, she took the bear in her hands and teased her mercilessly, "Peggy, did you spend all your money on a dress? Don't you get fleas from having such a dirty bear under your pillow all day?" but in return she got Peggy's cold stare and words that gave her chills.
The words were very simple, and there were no threatening words, but Victoria put the bear back on the bed immediately.
As if realizing she was being a bit cowardly, she then muttered, "Do you think I would want to touch such a dirty bear? I'm even afraid he'll infest us with fleas You know, they treat a little witch with fleas by shaving her hair and spraying her all over with a potion..."
"You're lying" Peggy interrupted Victoria with a calm face, choking her.
"You don't have to worry about the stuffed animals I have in my bed. If there's nothing else to do, move along, I'm going to bed."
Victoria moved out of the way, Peggy walked past her, placed the bear down and gave her a smile, "Goodnight." Before she could finish the sentence, she pulled back the bed curtains.
Victoria stood for a moment, and finally grimaced at the curtain, and walked back to her bed to sleep.
"I'm so mad!" she replied as she lay down on the bed for a while, immediately pulling out her quill and dipping it in ink as she scribbled in Riddle's journal.
...
"This is great!" said Ron to Harry after class, with an excited look on his face.
"What's got our little brother so excited?" said Fred and George, appearing out of nowhere and startling Ron.
"Professor Lockhart's class right now, it's really great, I've never taken Defense Against the Dark Arts like this before, it's amazing!"
But Ron didn't say anything about what Lockhart taught, no matter how coercive and tempting Fred and the others were, he didn't say anything, he just told them to wait for class to find out.
"So no exam today?" Fred didn't believe his brother, as far as he was concerned-Ron's knowledge was so lacking that he could do anything to make him feel cool enough to crack jokes in front of his brother.
"No exam. Really..."
"I know, really, really cool-" Fred and George winked at each other and then walked away laughing.
Fred's first Defense Against the Dark Arts session was on Wednesday, and they would both have to wait two days to find out what was being taught. But Peggy was a little luckier, as first-year Ravenclaw's Defense Against the Dark Arts was first thing Tuesday morning with Slytherin. They got to experience Tom's Defense Against the Dark Arts earlier.
After the hype of those students taking the class, they had high expectations for the class.
Tom entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom carrying a small cage, walked quickly down the hallway and up to the podium in full view of the young wizards. As he stood there, the classroom fell silent.
"Well, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to take roll call in the first class, because I was so busy with the exam" Tom pulled out the list and papers from the previous exam. As he called on each of the students, he told them to come to the podium and take their exams. When the last student came up and took his exam, Tom said they could all go to their seats.
"Who can tell me what Defense Against the Dark Arts is?" Tom asked that question instead of rushing to begin his lecture. He looked at the audience and chose a student to answer.
"Miss Grossman, please answer!"
Peggy Grossman stood up and answered the question she had just asked.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts is a class that helps students learn to resist all types of dark magic, including dark magic creatures, dark magic spells, and of course, it also teaches us how to duel."
The response was standard.
"Well said, a bonus point for Ravenclaw" Tom nodded, and then talked a bit about the history of Defense Against the Dark Arts and the need to learn it. He didn't go into any of it, as it wasn't the focus of the day.
"In my books, he talked about how to deal with all sorts of dark creatures, ghosts, werewolves, trolls, etc., but the various spells, I've largely avoided, so it's not enough to read those books, especially at a time like this."
Tom moved the small cage closer to the front of the stage, and the little wizards below cringed unconsciously: there were two oversized spiders crawling inside the cage. Tom had gone to Professor Silvanus Kettleburn in Care of Magical Creatures class to ask for those spiders.
He wanted some large, non-poisonous spiders, and Professor Kettleburn agreed, catching three large poisonous spiders and removing their fangs.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts ... To defend against dark magic, you have to know about it. And today I'm going to tell you about the three spells whose use is most punished by magical law, known as the Unforgivable Curses.