All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 153 Teaching work with hellish difficulty

On September 2nd, the students who had a crazy summer vacation were still a little lazy. It seemed that the residual heat of the vacation had not subsided, and it would take some time for everyone to adapt to school life again.

When Linde returned from his morning run, there were already students eating breakfast in the auditorium. One person yawned, causing the students around him to yawn as well.

"Morning." Percy sat next to Lind, drank half a glass of orange juice, and then started chewing fried egg toast.

Linde picked two pieces of croissants. They were freshly baked, still crispy on the surface and rich in wheat aroma.

In addition to the four college long tables in the auditorium, there is also a separate small table placed near the door. There are no seats, only food and drinks. Those are prepared for the workers of the construction team, and the auditorium cannot accommodate them. Dinner for all. The adult wizard wearing the silver emblem was in a hurry, took his breakfast and left without stopping much.

The owl flew in through the door, hovered briefly over the hall, and then began dropping off packages and letters.

On the first day of school, apart from some doting parents who will send some supplies, the most important express delivery is newspapers and magazines. Traditional paper media still occupies an absolute dominant position in the wizarding world.

Percy received a copy of the Daily Prophet.

He threw the newspaper aside when he received it, didn't bother to take a look at it, and said to Linde: "I guess the headline today is Lockhart again."

Lin De picked up the newspaper and said with a smile, "Ding Ding Ding, congratulations, you guessed it right! Thank you for participating in today's no-prize quiz."

"Well, Gilderoy Lockhart is a disgraceful bastard. Mum liked him before. The day he was revealed, she sat on the sofa in the living room of the Burrow weeping and knitting. The pattern was a mess. "

"Mrs. Weasley is kind. How many days has she been sad?"

"About seventeen hours, or two scarves, a woolen sock, and a sweater collar." Percy shrugged. In love with another fashion wizard."

"Classic." Linde gave a thumbs up.He handed the newspaper back, "Let's take a look, today's news is a bit interesting."

Percy was careless, holding a large piece of omelet in his mouth, and said vaguely: "What can be new? It's probably because he's wandering out again. Where is he staying today? The park or the Hufu House?"

“Not a bench or a cardboard box, but a prison.” Linde clicked on the headline on the first page.

The exclamations of the students and even the professors sounded in the background of the restaurant, and the old bat Snape couldn't help but leaned back.

Percy focused on the headline of the newspaper, which read "Latest news, Gilderoy Lockhart will be tried by Muggle court", and the accompanying picture was a photo of Lockhart being pulled out of the cardboard house by armed men. .

He wanted to speak excitedly, and he rushed until his throat was blocked by the omelette, and the backflow of breath carried food debris into his lungs, making him cough again and again, and then sprayed it out, making the dining table in front of him dirty , a sixth grade girl sitting across from Percy screamed, the front of her wizard robe was more messy than a Middle Eastern battlefield.

"Sorry sorry!" Percy squeezed the newspaper tightly. "My friends, Lockhart is going to be tried by Muggles!" he shouted loudly.

"The prefect's information is really ill-informed. Everyone already knows it."

"It's only a few seconds ahead of me, shut up." Percy sat down anxiously, staring at the newspaper and read word by word, "On the night of September st, the notorious magic leaker Gilderoy Lockhart Arrested in London by a group of Muggle law enforcement officers, and now facing more than charges of prosecution. The Muggle organization Human Unity, which was declared responsible for the matter... the spokesperson of HUMANs, addressed the Minister of Magic Cornell through the fireplace of the Prime Minister's Office Leigh Fudge sent the news, the content was temporarily blocked by the Ministry of Magic, the reporter of this newspaper has no way of knowing, and this newspaper will continue to follow up on the incident.”

"I have to say, these reporters move very quickly. Lockhart was arrested last night, and a press release could be issued this morning."

"Lots of people are watching Lockhart's every move. Besides, the headquarters of the Daily Prophet is in London."

"Poor Lockhart, Merlin's ghost made a big joke on him, and I hope he gets through it now."

"Yes, that's unfortunate. What mistake did he make?"

"Who knows? Maybe he wished on a shooting star."

"Wow, then I want to make a wish too."

Until they came out of the restaurant, everyone was still discussing the news of Lockhart's arrest.Linde followed his roommates all the way into the Charms classroom, and Percy never stopped talking.

"Since the Statute of Secrecy, no wizard has ever been subjected to such a public trial. Merlin's socks, I can't believe it's the 20th century and Muggles are still trying to execute wizards. Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic take action? action?"

"If you've ever been to the Ministry of Magic, you'll know how 'high' those people's work efficiency is. If Fudge's office needs a box of bananas, there are more than a dozen processes from assigning tasks to approving them, and waiting for the items to be delivered. Banana tree." Linde joked, "But Lockhart's crime is indeed difficult to judge. Strictly speaking, his mistake was casting the Oblivion Curse maliciously on other wizards. This crime can be big or small, if it can be obtained With the understanding of the victim, he only needs to spend a sum of money to get rid of the crime. Unless someone points out that the magical anomalies in the world were caused by Lockhart, otherwise he will not be able to enter Azkaban."

"The Muggles have more than two thousand crimes against him."

"Most of them were made up now. The legal provisions that Muggle lawyers had memorized so hard were turned into Lockhart's autobiography, so all their time and energy were used to build charges against this guy."

"More than two thousand, what a hatred!"

The students around laughed.

The short and amiable Charms professor Flitwick walked into the classroom with short legs. He stood on a stack of books and looked around the classroom. When he saw Lin De, he asked in surprise, "Ah! De Lin, why are you here?" Class begins?"

"Because I miss teaching you. Our teacher, your lessons are always very informative."

Professor Flitwick blushed, and told everyone to open their textbooks.

"Okay, I think now we can only use the biography of Gilderoy Lockhart to teach." The professor was helpless, "Let's turn to the second chapter of "Walking with Ghouls", here Gilderoy I camped with ghouls in the wild and used a little spell to repel mosquitoes and flies. I think it’s just right for you to learn..."

For the next week, Linde didn't miss a single class. He witnessed how professors faced this unique situation and used Lockhart's autobiography as a teaching material.

To put it bluntly, the teaching effect is simply a mess, especially those courses that require a lot of theory, such as Transfiguration, Potions, Divination, etc., without detailed teaching materials, the professor's memory alone is not enough Facilitate the completion of teaching tasks.

Students in the lower grades don't even know the most basic proper nouns.To explain them a little bit from the beginning is really comparable to torture.

Professor McGonagall rushed to make seven grades of handouts, and his cheeks collapsed from exhaustion.Snape has now evolved from an old bat to a vampire, with dark circles under his eyes as heavy as a member of a punk band, and a voice that sounds like he's singing death metal in class.Professor Trelawney may be happy, because her divination teaching is often nonsense, and whether there are books or not does not affect her prediction of the death of students.

The most pitiful thing is Mr. Binns, the professor of the history of magic. He is a ghost, and his lectures have always been according to the script. Now he is staring at Lockhart's autobiography in a daze, like a sudden dementia, and often stops after a few sentences , murmured "something is wrong", and then started to read the textbook from the beginning. After the whole class, there was no progress. Everyone could only listen to the stories of Lockhart's childhood.

The history of magic class was boring before, but now it's downright boring. Within three minutes the students would fall into a baby-like sleep, sprawled in the classroom like soldiers who had been shot and killed.

What's going on? My coding skills have actually faded. Could it be that the backflow of my true energy caused me to go crazy? It is absolutely impossible to say it! My third update, my third update...can't do it?