As he watched a group of cheering wizards walk out of the classroom, Amosta was filled with confusion, confusion, and doubts, but he finally figured out one thing, and that was why neither Headmaster Dumbledore nor Professor McGonagall could stand Lockhart's way of teaching!

This may just be an individual case--- on the way back to his office, Amosta, who had been forced to read half a book, thought in a trance.

But, in the days that followed, the brutal truth proved to him that Lockhart's way of teaching was just that ridiculous!

"How did Dumbledore come up with such a strange thing?"

On Thursday morning, Amosta, who left the first-grade class to go to the auditorium to eat, couldn't help but feel sorry for the little wizards, when he was studying at this school, the professors of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class also changed every year, and the level was uneven, but those professors were still teaching with their hearts, not at all like Lohata, who made this class a recitation class and an acting class.

Speaking of acting, it was yesterday afternoon, it was the first time he had taught Potter's grade, and he had the expectation that Lohata would be restrained in front of the 'main character', but it turned out to be a jaw drop.

For two hours, Amosta plays a rustic villager in the Himalayas who is grateful to Lockhart, forcing Potter to play the snowman and himself himself.

"Do something, Professor Blaine!"

When the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was over, Harry, who had accidentally fallen off the table because he had been pushed up and down by Lockhart, was holding his bruised calves and looking at him in despair.

"I can't thank you enough!"

Ron covered his mouth and snickered desperately, but soon he bared his teeth and screamed as Hermione, who was holding several copies of Lockhart's books, had stomped on him as she passed by.

"I think you've done a great job, Professor Brian!"

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, then blushed and said a word to Amosta, and ran away as fast as she could.

The show was spectacular? Is that the point, Miss Granger?

Amosta looked at the little girl who ran out in surprise, with an expression of confusion.

"She sees things differently than we do, Professor Brian--"

Dean Thomas said sensibly to Amosta, "Hermione admires Professor Lockhart so much, she's been trying to convince everyone that the ridiculous adventures written in Professor Lockhart's books are true, but she's never been able to provide proof, but now, she's finally found a fan of Professor Lockhart—a 'weighty' figure..."

"Who is it?" Amosta asked with an eyebrow raised.

"That's you, Professor Blaine."

Harry quietly observed Amosta's face and said in a cautious tone, "Hermione told me that she heard Professor Lockhart say that you are a die-hard fan of his-"

Amosta rolled his eyes, and thought carefully about the advice that Professor Snape had made last time.

At noon, while Lockhart was talking to Professor Flitwick, who was annoyed, Professor McGonagall turned her head and glared at Amosta very sternly, and said in an almost whispered voice,

"Professor Blaine, Hogwarts didn't pay you so you could follow him in a recitation to the young wizards... Show your true level, Amosta, you promised me! ”

Amosta put down the lemon meringue in his hand and looked at the crowded auditorium, where he saw Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table looking at him in confusion, and a few girls on the Ravenclaw side snickering and shaking their heads while pointing at him.

"Headmaster Dumbledore--"

Amosta blinked, his tone calm.

"Any advice, Amosta?"

It was as if Dumbledore, who had nothing to do with it, shook his beard and came back to his senses from being serious about dealing with the cauldron-shaped cake.

"Would you mind if I wanted to ask Professor Lockhart for a drink and accidentally added something to his cup while drinking, causing Professor Lockhart to have to rest in his hospital bed for a while?"

Snape, who had been keeping his head down, finally stopped stingy with his gaze, the corners of his mouth hung obliquely, and there was a little more sparkle in his empty eyes,

"--Remember what I taught in my first lesson when you were in first grade, Amosta?"

"Adding narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion gives you a very potent sleeping pill, which is a dose of life and death water, which can normally make people dizzy in bed for a week.

However, if it is taken with a high concentration of alcohol and is not properly treated, it will be difficult to speak for a long time, and the state will last for two months. ”

Amosta nodded at Snape casually,

"You know, Professor Snape, I always have a pretty good memory... And what about your opinion, Headmaster Dumbledore? ”

"Ahem, Amosta--"

Dumbledore suddenly looked up and began to study the patterns on the chandeliers above the Great Hall, his blue eyes were not so penetrating, but in a trance,

"I'm 112 years old... The power of time is terrifying, and I've been feeling that my legs and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be, and my eyes are starting to see hard, and my ears are a little bit back, so I don't hear a word about what you've just discussed with Severus and Minerva—"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and glared at him, half helpless and half annoyed.

However, Dumbledore didn't give Professor McGonagall a chance to complain, he stood up and told everyone that he was planning to murder a well-known writer and professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and left directly.

"I'll deliver what you need to your office by nine o'clock tonight."

Professor Snape also stood up, his departing back looking impatient.

"Bobby!"

Under Amosta's meaningful gaze, Professor McGonagall turned her head to look at Madam Pomfrey, who was making soup with miscellaneous fish,

"If you have time in the evening, can you come to my office, I have something I would like to communicate with you alone--"

"Oh, no problem, Minerva, I'll be on time!"

Thinking that her salary would be raised, Madam Pomfrey was radiant and happily agreed.

"Ahem, Professor Lockhart--"

After Professor McGonagall left, the faculty table that was still full just now was almost half empty, and Flitwick took advantage of Amosta's efforts to speak to Lockhart and ran away, his vigorous movements vaguely showing the demeanor of the dueling champion of the year!

"Aha, Amosta, I want to get my Valentine's Day card in advance like Felius, oh! It's hard for me, but..."

"Actually,"

Amosta directly interrupted Lockhart's tirade,

"In my last sophomore defense class, I learned from Miss Granger that your favorite birthday present was a case of Ogden Aged Flame Whiskey... Oh, I'm lucky to have a bottle of over eighty years old from Headmaster Dumbledore, and I wonder if I'll have the pleasure of having you take a drink with three broomsticks this Saturday? ”

.....

"Now what do you two have to say?"

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione, who was eavesdropping on the professor's conversation with her head tilted, looked at Harry and Ron, who were looking at each other, and raised her chin proudly,

"He's his fan!"