"The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?" quipped Gilderoy Lockhart, "it's a cursed job, and every teacher who has accepted it since decades ago can't do it for more than a year." ”

"Three were seriously injured and had to spend their lives in St. Mungo, six became disabled, and eleven were unable to find a job for the rest of their lives after leaving the post...... Another one died, Quirinus Quirrell, my prefect when I was studying at Ravenclaw, died without explanation, and Dumbledore didn't give any explanation...... Even if you give me 10,000 Galleons, I won't apply for this position!"

"Then why did you become our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Jon had already guessed a little, but he still had a confused look on his face.

"It was a terrible accident, almost a year ago. Lockhart pursed his lips, then said:

"I was probably crazy enough to write a book about the 'history of magic,' and then I set my sights on a witch who lived in Godric's Hollow: Bathilda Basshat...... You would never have dreamed that that ugly witch with a scruffy and patched robe would be a friend of Albus Dumbledore, and even more unfortunate that Dumbledore happened to visit Bather when I was about to use the Oblivion Charm on her!"

Jon was already in deep silence for Lockhart, and his experience was basically the same as he had guessed.

"I was caught by Dumbledore, and I got all the stolen goods!" Lockhart tossed his suitcase aside, then collapsed on the couch, "I thought Dumbledore would turn around and send me to Azkaban, but he made me a suggestion!"

"You're going to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts?" Jon couldn't help but smile.

"That's right!" Lockhart shook his head weakly, "If it weren't for that, the ghost would have accepted this damn position...... I thought about escaping, but Dumbledore's magic was beyond my imagination, and his informants were all over Europe...... I have nowhere to run!"

"I've also told Dumbledore that I don't understand any of the other spells except the Oblivion Charm, and I can't teach his students much. ”

But Dumbledore told me that it didn't matter, that he didn't have to teach the students anything, that he just played the role of a harlequin, and that he would simply look like a squib who couldn't do anything but be famous...... At least in front of Harry Potter, you need to behave like this and succeed in causing him to resent him!"

As he spoke, Lockhart waved his wand. The photographs on the walls were removed one by one and flew into his suitcase.

"I managed to get 7 O's in the OWLs exam, how could I not even be able to deal with a bunch of Cornish elves, how could I not even use a disarming charm......" he seemed to muttered to himself.

Jon now got it all in...... No wonder Dumbledore would choose a charlatan like Lockhart as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, it turns out that it is still part of his "Potter Cultivation Plan".

Through a negative case and an appearance, the young Harry became disgusted with him, and then became unindulged in his existing fame, and grew up quickly.

The reason is quite reasonable, this is a student who wants to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year.

However, Jon suddenly realized something else, "Professor Lockhart, didn't Professor Dumbledore say that he wouldn't send you to Azkaban, why ......"

"I'm going too far!" Gilderoy Lockhart sighed, "A lot of students and parents have had a problem with my teaching; no one noticed me before because of the Chamber of Secrets attack, but as the Slytherin monsters were eliminated, more and more letters of dissent and even yelling about me were sent to the school." ”

"Parents of Hogwarts students, there is no shortage of wizards with extraordinary status...... They have their own special channels and connections, and there is no doubt that my secrets were quickly unearthed after my whole being exposed to the yelling letters!"

"Dumbledore told me that many parents of students had written a letter to the Daily Prophet detailing the truth about my glorious deeds...... In a few hours, tomorrow's daily Prophet will be published, and wizards throughout Britain will know that I am just a liar abusing the Oblivion Charm, and the Dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic to capture me will be on their way to Hogwarts......"

"So...... Professor Lockhart...... You ......" Looking at the former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who was speeding to pack his bags, Jon seemed to understand something.

"Yes, I have to go!" Lockhart nodded, "Before the Ministry of Magic reacts." ”

"Where are you going?" Jon asked curiously.

"Let's go to France for the time being, romantic Paris, the Seine beach full of bikini beauties, it's quite suitable for ......me," Lockhart said casually, "but if the Dementors continue to hunt down, they will have to keep going, and in Spain, Gibraltar, and even Algeria, the Dementors don't like the heat." ”

He had already packed up his salute.

"Farewell, Jon, my student, then!" said Gilderoy Lockhart, who walked to the door.

Then he stopped again.

"As a teacher, I'm ashamed not to teach a student anything useful except for signing a few names......" Lockhart felt through his pocket, and finally pulled out a white-skinned pamphlet.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Lockhart tossed the thin pamphlet over:

"That's probably the only magic I'm good at, though I don't know if it's useful to you!" Lockhart walked out of the office, revealing his flirtatious smile again, "But for me, it's useless, is it?"

With that, he disappeared into the darkness without looking back.