Percy took the pamphlet Tom gave him with great excitement, he did not expect Professor Lockhart to know him very well and to know his difficulties.
Everything his little brother Ron had gone through, he had gone through as a child. His two older brothers, Charlie Weasley and Bill Weasley. These two brothers, both legends, were like the sun and moon in the sky. In their light, Percy was quite insignificant, eclipsed by the shadow of "Bill and Charlie's brother".
The two are like two great trees, protecting their family from the elements, but also leaving a large shadow over their brother, blocking out all love. Percy had to wear his old robes, use his used textbooks and stationery; everything except his wand was used, but only because his two brothers' wands had not been replaced because they were not too worn out.
Luckily, through hard work and testing, he ended up becoming a tree and was able to get out of his brothers' shade and enjoy the sun. Who could have known? Not even his girlfriend, Penelope, knew what was going on in his head.
But Professor Lockhart saw it.
But thinking about what Professor Lockhart had told him, Percy couldn't help but think of his brothers, who were always getting into trouble. Thinking of them, Percy loved and hated them at the same time. But for a moment, Percy wondered if he had become a shadow to his brothers, turning them into grass under the trees with no sunlight....
But thinking of all the pranks Fred and George had played on him, he thought they'd be better off playing cow dung under the tree. Fred and George might be depressed? are you kidding me?! If they were ever depressed, Percy thought he would pull out his wand, point it at them and say, "You two liars pretending to be my brothers, bring back my two brothers who look like cow dung!"
Of course, if their lives were not at stake, they could have stayed with the kidnappers for a while, and had them pay for their meals.
As for the younger siblings, Ron and Ginny, Percy realized that he didn't really seem to pay enough attention to them, as most of his energy was diverted from his studies and Fred George. But he hoped that Ron and Ginny would grow up healthy and that his whole family would benefit from their happiness, even Fred and George. After some thought, she decided to give her little sister a few copies of her notes. As for her little brother, Ron, he got along well with Harry Potter and she didn't have to worry about that.
He couldn't do much more than study hard, graduate and get into the Ministry of Magic, and use the time to work his way up the ladder and improve his family's situation. At least he could no longer let the Malfoys get the drop on them. He thought that if he ever became a high official in the Ministry, he would teach Lucius Malfoy a good lesson.
"Sometimes the words of the family are unpleasant..." The first half of Professor Lockhart's sentence came back to Percy's mind, and he felt a twinge of relief: Professor Lockhart was quite right.
Is this part of his plan? Professor Lockhart!
As Percy was lost in thought, Tom called out to all the students on the list, memorizing their faces.
"Well, you all have your pamphlets, don't you?" Tom held up the remaining pamphlet on the podium, "Yes you do have time to skim through it, it's a refined version of my "Travels with Vampires" and "Travels with Trolls". As for the novels, there are bound to be too many illustrations and embellishments, and I've found that some of my writing is too rambling to be used as a textbook in the upper grades, but only as an introduction for younger children. So I have worked with my assistant, Miss Granger, to come up with a more realistic and detailed description of these dark creatures."
It was then that Percy looked at the booklet, which was printed in dense letters. At first he thought it was some exam question, but it was a special edition of Professor Lockhart's textbook for seniors.
But if he has a special edition, why does he want us to buy it? Wait a minute, I don't think I paid for mine? That's fine.
But I think Tom mentioned a name in that sentence: Hermione Granger. This girl, Percy had heard of her, she was a second year Ravenclaw, very fond of reading, and she's very pretty.
Was she also responsible for this brochure?
Percy glanced at the first page, packed with information, and thought it was a good summary, much more detailed than what had been written in the original Lockhart book. The original was good, but when it came to the battle with the dark creatures, it was overdone and felt a bit distorted. While the overall direction is correct, there are some parts that are really very fake.
But that's what everyone loves about Lockhart: they admire his wild imagination.
"Detail and appropriateness" and "moderate adaptation" are the strengths of a novel, but these two things are the weaknesses of a textbook.
It is good that Professor Lockhart has taken this into account and made appropriate adjustments.
"Let's put the books away, we don't need textbooks or paper materials for this class." Just as Percy was about to continue reading, Professor Lockhart interrupted his reading. Although he wanted to continue reading, Percy obediently put the little book away.
"You are now in your sixth year, and soon you will be facing the EXTASIS exam, and your presence here means that you will be taking Defense Against the Dark Arts. I won't go into the importance of this exam, as your dean will have told you on numerous occasions, but I will tell you how it works."
After a brief explanation of the format of the exam, Tom moved the large packet closer to the lectern. He didn't dwell on the details of the exam, as he knew the senior wizards would already know everything.
"It seems to me that your practical skills are woefully inadequate. I can assure you that most of you wouldn't last a single move in my hands if I had to fight you with my free hand," Tom said in a tone of voice that said, Don't take anything personal, I'm just saying that everyone here is trash.
Tom wasn't lying, any little wizard in the room would probably die in seconds if he faced him one on one. He would turn into a basilisk, the little wizards would have to wait for the mandrake to mature.
Wizards are fragile, so whoever gets the first shot will win. It's rare to see Voldemort vs. Dumbledore or Dumbledore vs. Grindelwald go through dozens of rounds, but most of the time it's a one-shot victory. At the low end of the scale, Snape defeated Lockhart in a second, and at the high end, Dumbledore can kill Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley and Dawlish in an instant. Those left behind could barely defend themselves.
This characteristic of wizards has led to some outrageous battles between wizards. Professor McGonagall, for example, as vice principal, was wiped out by a wave of stun spells from Umbridge's minions. But in the duel she fought Voldemort back and forth with two others. So by that calculation, Umbridge was able to kill Voldemort with three times as many men?
What about Professor Snape, who was obviously just as strong, but lasted a second against Voldemort? Was the difference in power really so great that they could kill him in seconds? Not really.
Wizards really are too fragile!
A real wizard duel would be a combination of spell positioning and blocking, spell casting, and one of them would basically lose if hit. If you can fight off a few spells and keep going, that's not a wizard, that's a Hagrid.
Although Tom's words were hurtful, the young wizards didn't question them. That's how dueling works in the wizarding world, unless you're fast enough to cast a protection spell and skilled enough to dodge and roll. Otherwise, you'd be killed in an instant.
"That's why you'll have to come to get enough real combat training! I won't do anything, the [Sister] will help you, she'll make you strong enough" Tom tore the package, revealing the puppet inside, the [Sister].
A beautiful blonde girl suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes, and the students' eyes widened in surprise. When Professor Lockhart entered the classroom, they had guessed what was inside the package, and they had guessed a lot, but they hadn't thought it would contain a beautiful doll!
Professor McGonagall's transfiguration skills were truly remarkable, and the doll was so beautiful it was almost indistinguishable from a real person.
"This is what I did with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, and it's your next instructor" Tom pulled out the crank, "Move your desks to the back of the classroom to do Flitwick."
He didn't need to move the desks himself, naturally. Tom stood at the podium and watched as the young wizards used the levitation spell to move their desks to the back of the classroom, freeing up a large space.
"Anyone want to come up and give it a try? Let's have a duel with [Sister]." Tom looked around the classroom, and most of the students seemed eager to give it a try: after all, she looked new, interesting, and pretty.
Oliver Wood went straight to the front row.
"Not bad, very brave!" encouraged Tom to Wood, and then retreated to the back of the podium, leaving the stage to [Sister] and Wood.
Tom did not lead [Sister] to draw her one-handed sword and teach Wood how a mage fights properly. She simply stuck her sword in the ground, extended her right hand and saluted Wood.
Wood drew his own wand.
"Bow!" commanded Tom from the stage as the two bowed to each other, as was dueling etiquette.
"Three, two, one, start!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"..."
BANG!
Sister] walked up to Wood and punched him in the stomach, causing him to curl up like a shrimp and lose his ability to fight.