When the time comes to February, under the blowing of the spring breeze, the withered trees in the forbidden forest have sprouted new shoots in a large area, and the little wizards in the castle are about to usher in Valentine's Day in 93 years in this spring full of life.

For students who are still ignorant in the first and second grades, Valentine's Day is just a holiday with unknown significance, but for middle and senior students, the importance of this holiday is self-evident.

On the morning of the first week of February, Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, at the instigation of his roommate, blocked a beautiful Chinese girl in front of the Ravenclaw common room and presented him with a singing little Eros card.

Percy, a good student, couldn't stand the loneliness either, and in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, he turned a salamander into Penelope and smirked at her for several minutes, taking advantage of everyone's inattention.

Headmaster Dumbledore was a rare gentleman when he ordered a bouquet of flowers for every female staff member at Hogwarts from Hogsmeade, and Lockhart happily announced to all the professors at lunch that he was going to write a hymn to everyone in the school, and mysteriously said that he had come up with a brilliant idea to give it to everyone on Valentine's Day.

"Amosta, is it possible for you to kill this idiot before that day comes?"

After listening to Lockhart's words, Snape asked coldly with a gloomy face, a low voice.

"I'll do my best, Professor!"

"But why don't you make some poison yourself, you're a Potions professor and a Potions master, you must be good at it!" ”

After lunch, Amosta took advantage of his lunch break to check last night's surveillance, but still found nothing.

On Monday afternoon, Gryffindor and Slytherin's sixth graders had two common Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, the first time he had been teaching with Lockhart, and as a sign of respect, he changed into a brand new black wizard's robe and showed up in the classroom before everyone arrived.

Ten minutes before two o'clock in the afternoon, the sixth-grade students arrived at the classroom one after another, and although the news had spread, the young wizards still showed surprise and excitement when they found out that Mr. Inquisitor had actually appeared in their class.

Professor Lockhart hadn't arrived yet, and Amosta was the only one standing on the podium smiling at the noisy, distinct Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

All of the people here had spent time with Amosta at the school, but with the exception of a few, he had no impression of the most.

"Flint, I heard you're the captain of the Slytherin team now?"

As Amosta spoke, the voices in the classroom seemed to suddenly press the pause button, and all eyes were focused on Marcus and Amosta.

"Yes, sir... Oh, I mean, Professor Blaine. ”

Flint, who was tall and looked like a troll, subconsciously stood up, facing a professor, and facing a professor with the identity of an inquisitor felt very different, Flint, who had a rough style of play on the Quidditch pitch, looked nervous, and his tone was very restrained,

"That was what happened last year--"

After all, it is the team of his own academy, and Amosta still needs to support it mentally, he nodded approvingly,

"Then you have to work hard, Flint, and hopefully the Slytherin team can achieve something under your leadership."

Amosta said this, and in the classroom, the faces of the Gryffindors, who were originally full of curiosity about him, immediately turned cold, and some of the die-hard Quidditch fans even showed hateful eyes.

Oliver and Percy, who were sitting in the crowd, looked at each other, then lowered their heads and pretended to look at "Walking with Trolls" that had been spread out on the table.

Amosta's encouragement made the young wizards of Slatling proud, and they subconsciously thought that Professor Bryan and Professor Snape had similar styles and took care of 'their own people', and Marcus, who was the first to be named, was even a little carried away, and after looking at Oliver with his head bowed arrogantly, he smiled slyly and said loudly,

"Thank you for your support, Professor Blaine..., all of us - all of us in Slytherin are excited about you as a teaching assistant, Professor, we think you're going to be the best Defence Against the Dark Arts class in years, so what are you going to teach us?"

Oliver Wood, who almost buried his head under the table, secretly made a vomiting expression, and even Percy, a student model, didn't look so happy.

"Hehe, thank you for your support as well, Flint,"

Amosta didn't pursue Marcus Flint's calculations, he nodded and smiled, "As you said, Flint, I'm just a teaching assistant, and Professor Lockhart is still in charge of your lesson plan. ”

At this moment, Lockhart strode in, and today he was wearing a dark plum robe, and Amosta found that in all the times he had met Professor Lockhart, it seemed that he had never seen him wear a robe of the same color.

"Is it really that profitable to write a book?"

The thought crossed Amosta as she walked up to greet her.

"Looks like you've introduced yourself, haven't you, Professor Blaine?"

Lockhart smiled brightly and patted Amosta on the shoulder, as if he were speaking to a junior he valued.

"Just a quick hi, Professor Lockhart--"

Amosta quietly stepped aside her shoulders and smiled kindly, "Like the little wizards, I'm looking forward to your wonderful lessons!" ”

"Oh, oh no, it looks like it's all the way!"

In the crowd of Gryffindor students, I don't know who whispered this.

Amosta's expression twitched, and he was sure that Lockhart had heard the words, because for a moment, Lockhart's expression froze for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal.

"So..."

Amosta, who didn't know anything about what was going to happen next, stared at the classroom where the atmosphere suddenly became lifeless.

"Where do we start, Professor Lockhart?"

"Oh, don't worry, Brian, the little ones are already familiar with it!"

Over the course of the next two hours, Amosta finally got a glimpse of Loha's peculiar 'way of teaching', calling the students one by one, asking them to recite the storybooks he had written at length, and asking the young wizards to speak out loud.

Lockhart stood on the podium, pretending not to see the painful expressions on the faces of the little wizards, looking happy, of course, if the recitation was not emotional enough, Lockhart would personally demonstrate it to everyone, and he would deliberately make some exaggerated and funny body movements in an attempt to improve the atmosphere of the class, but the result was that no one paid attention to him.

The only thing Amosta can do is help Lockhart maintain discipline in the classroom.

"You've been... Is that how they were taught? ”

While Lockhart, who had read a long description of the process of subduing the trolls, gasped, Amosta casually shook up to him, his tone very tactful.

"Aha, in a hurry to express yourself, right!"

Lockhart pointed his finger at his nose, his eyes were very 'witty', he ignored Amosta's explanation, and directly stopped Percy, who was reading the textbook in a dull, boring voice, "The opportunity to become famous is right in front of you, Brian, it's up to you to seize it!" ”

He forced the textbook into Amosta's hand and announced in a radiant voice to everyone,

"Let me show you how a true fanatic pays tribute to Professor Lockhart with his passionate voice!"

Sneer---

Looking at the podium, Mr. Investigator beside Lockhart with a bewildered expression, Wood burst out laughing.