Gilderoy Lockhart: Liar or Thief? 》

Early the next morning, such a news appeared in the daily newspaper of the Prophet, but under Egger's intervention, Rita did not dare to write Dumbledore as an old madman who knew no one and was dizzy, but only described the centenarian's helplessness in finding the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and praised Egger as a student as a substitute teacher this year, and tried her best to praise Egg's excellence, and Egg himself was embarrassed to watch.

"It's annoying," Hermione sat beside Egger and looked at the Daily Prophet in her hand, "but I have to say that this woman is very good at demagoguery, um... He even interviewed Lucius Malfoy? ”

"It seems that Mr. Malfoy's description of me is even more exaggerated than Rita's, and I don't know if I think I'm not an acting teacher but a dark lord..."Egg looked at Lucius's arrogant face in the newspaper and smacked his lips, "This guy really paid for his own son..."

"Egger, you're going to be the acting professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts? Is this true? Outside the auditorium, Harry and Ron rushed in excitedly, and Harry looked at Egg and grinned, "Great, this year's defense class must be good." ”

It's not just Harry, but in the auditorium this morning, the eyes of the students have been wandering on Egger, not only the students, but also Snape.

Snape's face was ugly, he originally thought that he would be the substitute teacher, after all, he was the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday afternoon for the students, and in order to go smoothly in the next class, he also assigned a lot of homework to the students.

However, for Egger as a substitute teacher, even if Snape was very unhappy that he failed to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but seeing the students he taught became, Snape was barely able to accept it, but when he thought that he failed to become, Snape was still a bit of a wreck, and he planned to toss Harry in the next Potions class.

There's something Harry on, it's okay to get Harry, there's nothing wrong with it...

On the other hand, when Egg became a substitute teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts, he realized how hard it was to be a professor at Hogwarts.

Seven school years! Take two classes per school year, with a minimum of fourteen classes per week!

This meant that Iger had to teach the students most of the time, and the other professors seemed to be very considerate of him, and only needed him to complete his daily homework, in fact, Snape's homework Iger had not been written properly, and was basically ghostwritten by Malfoy...

……

"Egger Morissus." Egger looked at the large group of sixth-graders sitting below: "After class, I am your junior, you have to call me professor in class, or sir can do it." ”

Vaguely, the sound of several boys snickering came into Egg's ears, and the corners of Egg's mouth curled: "You only have one main course this year: Silent Spell, but fortunately, this is the one I am best at, I hope that by the end of this year, everyone can master this relatively practical skill, especially for students who want to be an Auror after graduation." ”

"So, who's going to tell me what are some of the common Defence Against the Dark Arts charms you've learned over the years?" Iger asked, looking down.

A hand was raised, and Egger smiled, "Mr. Weasley." ”

It was Percy Weasley who raised his hand, and it seemed that no matter who was standing on the table, he could not affect this strict student in the slightest, and Iger had no doubt that even if Lockhart was teaching, Percy would be able to answer what Lockhart's favorite color was...

"Disarm and disarm your weapon." Percy said, "Armor and protection, all petrified, quickly imprisoned..."

Percy stood up, mouthing out a long list of commonly used magic.

"You may be seated, Gryffindor plus five points." Egg nodded, "Then I would like to ask all of you here, what Mr. Weasley just said, do any of you actually use or master these spells?" ”

There was a burst of laughter from below, and it seemed that everyone didn't care about what Iger said.

"What? Looks like you've all mastered it? Iger grinned, took out a delicate little pocket watch from his bosom and shook it: "So, if any of you speaks the fastest, I would like to ask him to shout a spell, and everyone will see how long it takes." ”

"Me!" Wood raised his hand and looked at Iger in a hurry.

"Okay, you come, I'll shout start, you shout a spell." Iger gestured: "Ready... Begin! ”

"Except for your weapons!" Wood's speed was so fast that even his lips were a little bald.

"Very well, sit down." Iger looked at the pocket watch in his hand: "Zero-eight-second..."

Looking at the group of students below, Egg clapped his hands, and a dummy came over with a wooden stick in his hand: "Fast speech is a good thing for wizards who are skilled in magic spells, but I want to tell you that no matter how fast you speak, you will never be able to match the reaction of your brain and body. ”

As he spoke, Egger waved his hand, and the small wooden stick in the dummy's hand suddenly swirled and flew out: "Who will tell me how many seconds it took just now?" ”

No one answered, and a group of students looked at Egg's wandless spell casting in surprise, although Egg was very good at wandless spell casting and silent spell casting, but because he was not usually very high-profile, the students didn't know much about him.

"What is black magic?" Egger's eyes were flat: "The purpose is evil, powerful, the spell is fast, it is extremely difficult to defend against, and often most dark wizards have mastered silent spellcasting." ”

"Except for your weapons?" Egger smiled: "Reciting the spell in the battle is a manifestation of irresponsibility, irresponsibility for one's own life, no matter how fast Wood shouted just now, just now, enough for a dark wizard to silently release two killing curses on you, do you still have to shout armor again?" ”

As he spoke, Egger snapped his fingers, and the long table in front of the students suddenly flew out, signaling the students to stand up, Egger walked to the podium and looked at the group of students below who were much taller than him: "Actual combat is the fastest shortcut to becoming stronger, whether it is with a pen or paper, I don't think it can compare to the feeling of letting you use your body to remember that silent spell." ”

After emphasizing the trick of silent spellcasting a few times, Egger smiled and cast a silent spell over the class, then turned around and wrote on the blackboard: "This is a range of magic, in this range, no matter what species or what happens, it is impossible to make a sound, the only thing you have to do is to block my spell, now... Line up! ”

The faces of a group of students turned pale.

"There may be some strange curses! Like making your face pockmarked or something. Egg continued to write with a smile.

Below, the faces of a group of girls turned even paler...

……

In the evening, in the auditorium, Eggle sat at the long table eating dinner, and a group of fifth and sixth grade students not far away looked at Egger with resentment.

The sixth grade class was silent spell casting, and under Egger's tireless teaching in two classes, half of the students finally succeeded in mastering the silent casting of the Iron Armor Charm.

As for the fifth-year students, because of the upcoming ordinary wizard level exam, Egg also took the initiative to concoct their basic knowledge, at the very least, there are many people who can cast spells coherently today.

After a day of lessons, Egg had a general idea of the basic level of the students, and it also made him feel a little helpless, the fifth graders still have a lot of spells that they can't remember, and even many people need to think of what spells they can use...

Outside the auditorium, Harry Ron rushed in, and Harry looked at Egg and grinned, "How do you feel?" ”

"It feels... That's it—" Iger pouted.

"Harry and I have been expecting you to give us a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, but it looks like we'll have to wait until next Monday." Ron said with some regret, and then looked at Egger with some expectation: "Egg, do you leave homework?" ”

"Don't stay." Egger shook his head: "I mainly teach through actual combat, homework is useless, basic theories can be taken occasionally in class with a quiz." ”

"Great!" Harry laughed happily, "Snape's on Monday..."

"You don't have to write it." Iger shrugged as Harry and Ron jumped to their feet and hurriedly informed Seamus of the news.

"You're not good like that, Egger." Hermione's crisp voice rang out behind her, and Egg grinned and turned his head to look at Hermione, "Don't tell me you're done with your homework." ”

"That's it," Hermione said dryly, sitting down next to Egg, "I heard Percy say when I came that they're going crazy for being tortured by you. ”

"Didn't he say that at least half of the people had learned to cast spells silently?" Iger said with some reluctance.

"He said, they think your behavior is called potential stimulation, Wood, they're worried that next time you're going to take a dragon in the next class..."Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"That's a good idea," Egg nodded.

"One more thing, Professor McGonagall wants me to be your tutor for other subjects, so that you don't fall too far behind in your grades." Hermione cleared her throat, lifted her chin a little proudly, and squinted at Egger, her expression almost saying, "Come and praise me."

"I don't think it's necessary," said Egger, "I had already prepared before I came to school, just to prepare." ”

"No way!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed in embarrassment, "I have to test your herb class and the history of magic, I can leave the rest alone!" ”

"If you have to do that, then come to my room tonight." Egg stretched out his finger to support Hermione's chin, and said slightly flirtatiously, the little girl's face suddenly turned red...

……

"I assure you, if you don't master silent spells, your final exams this year may be very dangerous." Iger stood on the podium and looked at the 7th graders below.

Like the sixth-graders, the seventh-graders seemed to be equally dismissive of Egger's words.

"Professor Trelawney still talks about the death of a student every year, and I haven't seen anyone die in such a long time," a little girl muttered.

"But what I say will be done, and I hope your uncle has reminded you. Miss Shackle. Iger glanced at the girl.

The girl who spoke was called Palami Shackle, with a swarthy face, a niece of the Kingsley family, a descendant of the Shacklele family of pure-blood twenty-eight.

"In the meantime, if you can pass this year's final exams, I can ask Professor Dumbledore to add a touch of credit to your N.E.W.T." Egger laughed: "I can remind you that this year you will be taking the exam with the fourth, fifth and sixth grade students, and you will be facing a big monster that has lived for thousands of years, I don't want me to be the examiner at that time... I need to collect your corpses..."

Egger's grim sneer looked like Snape to a group of students, who shuddered.

That's right, Egger's plan is to use the basilisk as an assessment for the fourth grade students at the end of this year, and of course, before that, Egg will definitely let Fawkes catch the two eyes of the blind basilisk first...

Originally, Egg was going to slaughter the basilisk by himself, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare to fight against the basilisk at will without Fawkes, in case he was stared at to death, but what about bringing that phoenix... There's no point in killing it, there's no sense of accomplishment at all.

So, Iger plans to bring it to the Quidditch pitch, invite some celebrities to watch it, and sell a lot of tickets by the way...

That's all glittering golden Galleons! The best way to reuse waste...

"A thousand-year-old monster—" came a whisper, "Is he going to put us in front of Professor Dumbledore?" ”

"No way, Professor Dumbledore is a century-old monster, I think it's probably the Sorting Hat...", a boy muttered quietly, "That broken hat has lasted for a thousand years, who knows if there are any strange abilities?" ”

"I'm sure you're not that thing, Mr. Sparrow...", the corners of Egger's mouth curled slightly, "Of course, I can give you some clues, and if you do, then I'll add fifty points to that house." ”

As he spoke, Iger turned and wrote a few lines on the blackboard:

'In the secret room left before leaving,

Strange voices that can't be heard whispered.

Millennial monsters roam in the castle,

Fifty years ago, it took away a wisp of the dead.

At the end of this year, the four colleges will join hands again,

I opened the door of the chamber again,

You will face a common enemy.

Be careful not to touch its gaze,

Otherwise you will die...

Seek, before fear comes.

Guess and prepare for the battle. ’

This was Egger's hint to the seventh graders, and it soon appeared in the common rooms of the four houses, and immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the students.

"Iger says we're going to face a monster that's lived for thousands of years?" Ron's face was horrified: "Could it be a big spider?" ”

"It's fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh grades, and we don't have anything to do!" Hermione emphasized, "And I don't think it's going to be spiders in the Chamber of Secrets. ”

"How can you be sure?" Ron said with some unconvinced that there was nothing scarier in his eyes than a spider.

"Because I told her what it was." Egger's voice came, and a group of lions cubs immediately gathered around, hoping that Egger could give them a hint.

"Fifty points! Egger, you must add it to our own academy! Ron looked at him excitedly.

"I'm sorry, I can't, that would be a shame on Professor McGonagall." Egg grinned, "I'm sure you'll find it, but of course, Hermione you can't tell them." ”

Hermione rolled her eyes in anger and nodded.