Chapter 124: Repaying Others with Their Own Methods

Hogwarts has four houses in one grade. Every class, except for some special courses, is held in both houses together. Courses like Defense Against the Dark Arts are held twice a week.

Then after a simple calculation, we can know that a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has to give eight lessons a week to first and second grade wizards! Fortunately, the third and fourth grades only have one class per week. The fifth grade has returned to two classes a week because of the pressure of the ordinary wizard level exam. The sixth and seventh grades have an optional class system. Each grade has only one class, one class per week. class.

Therefore, a Dark Magic Defense professor would have eighteen classes a week. Eighteen classes! Is there any more heavenly justice? Tom was really heartbroken when he saw this timetable. He had never paid attention to the lives of professors before, but when he actually took over Lockhart's job, he found that the professors seemed to be living quite miserable lives. Especially those professors who take classes seriously.

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

Tom felt his blood pressure rising rapidly.

He suddenly looked at the desk, and an idea came to his mind. He immediately sat down at the desk, took out a quill pen and began to modify it: he hoped to give this pen an automatic marking function.

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

In the next week, Tom attended classes during the day and spent evenings in the office as Lockhart preparing teaching content for the new semester, modifying quills, and brewing polyjuice potion...

He did a lot of things except homework, because if his plan succeeded, he wouldn't need to do homework this semester.

This week passed calmly and uneventfully. Snape did not make any noise after the items were stolen, but the frequency of deducting points from Gryffindor increased greatly.

"Potter, your potion is diluted, five points from Gryffindor!"

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

"Potter, your deskmate Ron's potion is too thick, and you didn't remind him that Gryffindor..."

"Potter, you actually spoke in class..."

Snape poured almost all of his deduction points into Gryffindor House, which also made the Potions class of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff much easier: because Snape needed to use his precious The deduction points are used on Gryffindor.

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

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There are several mirrors in the huge office, as well as a fluffy rabbit.

"Hiss!" A huge bright-colored basilisk appeared in the office. The basilisk's yellow lantern-like eyes looked at the rabbit. The rabbit showed an extremely frightened expression and then fell straight to the ground, its body stiff. Like a board.

Although it looks extremely scary, the rabbit who looks directly at the basilisk that Tom has turned into does not die.

"Sure enough, the only point where the recorded basilisk's abilities are weaker than the original version is in sight." Tom sighed. The ability of his Boggart Soul Ring is to record magical creatures, then change into their appearance and inherit their parts. ability.

Generally speaking, the rarer the abilities, the more severely they are weakened. The Phoenix's Nirvana was weakened to accelerated recovery, and the Basilisk's direct sight of death was reduced by one level of lethality and turned into permanent petrification.

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

Tom kept a normal mind. This was to be expected, and there was nothing to regret. After studying his new abilities, he sat down at the table, took out a piece of parchment, and began to write furiously. Today is already Sunday, and he is preparing lessons for next Monday.

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

This machine is a combination of a Muggle printer and a copier, which can help Hogwarts teachers print papers. However, on weekdays, professors only use it at the end of the semester. In this case, Tom asked for it from Filch - it was just gathering dust in the warehouse anyway, so why not leave it to Lockhart for safekeeping? He also transferred dozens of kilograms of parchment from the school warehouse.

It seems that tens of kilograms is a bit exaggerated, but because the parchment paper at Hogwarts is generally thicker, the mass of one paper is almost ten grams, and one kilogram is only fifty papers. There is one test for seven grades. , it can use up seven kilograms or dozens of kilograms of paper, and Tom may use it up in a month.

Tom stuffed the paper he had written into the opening above the magic printer and said to the printer: "Let's 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 took out a small bottle filled with a bubbling, syrupy-thick decoction. He pulled out a hair from his own head and added it.

The potion made a loud sound, like boiling water, and after a second, it turned clear - almost like a chemical reaction, the originally thick polyjuice potion turned into plain water.

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

He looked at Tom, his eyes empty.

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

Lockhart became flustered: "Wait a minute, I won't drink, I-"

Tom pinched his cheek directly and poured the polyjuice potion into it. After taking the medicine, Lockhart fell to the ground and twitched wildly, like a cooked prawn. The skin all over his body felt like it was melting, and bubbles were rising rapidly. He lay on the ground, gasping and moaning loudly. Then his frame shrank 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 the next moment he saw a scene that caused his heart and lungs to stop: his other self was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"You are much more pleasing to the eye now." Tom transformed into Lockhart and walked up to Lockhart who transformed into Tom. Their identities had been swapped.

"You, you!" Lockhart was shocked and speechless.

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

"Tom, ahhhhh -" Lockhart roared like a wild beast, but the next moment he felt like he was being strangled by the throat, holding back the roar in his throat: he saw a beast that made his hair stand on end. Snake eyes.

Looking at the snake eyes, Lockhart felt his heart stop beating and his blood coagulating in his blood vessels. He seemed to see a natural enemy, just like a mouse being played with by a cat.

Memories began to come flooding back to him.

Lockhart recalled his childhood. His mother was a witch, but neither of his two sisters had any magical talent. So when he showed the potential of a wizard, his mother had no scruples among all his brothers and sisters. The world favored him, and he once thought that he was a genius and unique, until he enrolled in Ravenclaw College...

Lockhart once thought that he would be the object of discussion and attention, because he always thought that he was a genius with powerful magic, but the fact made him disappointed: there are many more talented and more powerful people in Hogwarts than him. No one is impressed by the kid who is talented and works harder. 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 it.

In the first Transfiguration class, Lockhart's matchstick remained unchanged at all, but he cleverly found a needle to replace it - if Professor McGonagall hadn't seen it, he would have received a lot of praise and admiration.

Memories of his time and again sensationalizing also surfaced: he stood on the table and proudly announced to his classmates that he would travel around the world after graduation; he would win the Quidditch World Cup; he would become the youngest Minister of Magic... …

What a wonderful time as a student! Lockhart thought involuntarily.

"I don't need these memories." A cold voice sounded in his ear. Lockhart turned his head and saw a cold snake eye that was devoid of human emotions.

He was horrified to find that there was an extra eye in the corner of his memory: when his mother gave him the most delicious chicken legs, that eye was on the candlestick; when he was in the Transfiguration class, that eye was The snake pupil is in Professor McGonagall's eye frame. Every time I boast, that eye is always in a corner of the crowd, staring at me emotionlessly...

Lockhart broke down and yelled.

"I told you, I'm not interested in these memories of yours." The cold voice sounded in his ears again, "Change it!"

Lockhart's psychological defense was instantly defeated, and his memories surged uncontrollably. A large number of memories sleeping at the bottom of his mind were retrieved, and then thrown aside like garbage, and the cycle continued...