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At 10:30 AM on Saturday, Amostart stood before Professor Lockhart's office door. To be honest, he didn't hold much ill will towards this professor with a rather bad reputation. From their brief contact last time, the professor's attitude towards him during their conversation was quite friendly. Of course, it must be said, his speaking style was indeed a bit flamboyant.
In fact, Amostart felt a bit guilty towards Lockhart, and there were two reasons for this.
The first reason was very obvious: the man was perfectly fine as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Amostart, without so much as a greeting, had simply taken half of his job. To put it more severely, such an action was called snatching someone's rice bowl, which was highly unethical.
The second reason was a bit more complex. That night a few days ago, Amostart used a certain method to forcibly transfer the Dark Lord's curse on this position to a voodoo doll. The benefit of doing so was that Amostart himself no longer had to bear the risks brought by the curse. Moreover, Lockhart, who should have completely borne the consequences of the curse, also faced significantly fewer risks.
At first glance, this seemed like a win-win situation, but it wasn't. For example, the Dark Lord's curse was like a river of rushing water. Amostart's way of resisting the curse was to forcibly build a large dike in the river channel, blocking the turbulent water. As long as the dike was solid, he, standing behind the dam, would be safe.
But if one day the dike collapsed, or he actively removed the dike, then the water stored at a high level would be far more violent than before. Of course, if Professor Lockhart were to resign and flee before Amostart, then all the bad consequences would probably fall on him.
"Come in!" The voice from behind the door was as cheerful as ever, with no hint of anything amiss.
"Hope he's not too angry—" Amostart mumbled softly before pushing open the door.
Professor Lockhart's office was decorated in a style as flamboyant as himself. The walls were covered with portraits of himself. Even on a clear morning, the room was still lit with many brightly burning candles. The light from these candles reflected off the white teeth in the photos on the walls and shone towards Amostart, almost blinding him.
Another point worth mentioning was that among the Hogwarts faculty, probably only Professor Lockhart received enough fan mail to rival Headmaster Dumbledore. The stack of letters awaiting his reply on his desk was about five feet high.
"Oh, Miss Granger, I didn't expect you to be here too!" Lockhart's office wasn't empty. Opposite him, a young witch, seeing him enter, hastily stood up from her chair, her face flushed crimson, and hid a golden card in her pocket.
"G-good morning, Mr. Blaine!" Amostart stood motionless at the door. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "So, Madam Pomfrey has already taken care of your beautiful black..." Amostart saw the young witch lower her head and furiously blink, her body tensing and almost curling into a ball.
He immediately understood. "Oh, alright. Congratulations on your recovery, Miss Granger. Then," Amostart looked at Lockhart with an inquiring gaze, "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, Professor Lockhart, if you're not free right now..."
"Oh, no need to leave. I cannot refuse one fan for another, Amostart. Miss Granger came to express her gratitude to me. We've already finished our discussion!" Amostart saw Hermione's eyes sparkle with curiosity when she looked at him. He knew she must have misunderstood something, but he was too lazy to explain this harmless misunderstanding and walked in with a bitter smile.
Although curious why Mr. Blaine was visiting Professor Lockhart, Hermione knew that they would definitely not allow her to stay and openly eavesdrop. So she reluctantly left, but not before a small incident occurred. Because her mind was preoccupied, Hermione accidentally knocked over the stack of several hundred letters awaiting reply on Professor Lockhart's desk.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I'll help you..." Looking at Hermione frantically searching for her wand, Amostart shook his head with a chuckle. Every time he saw this intelligent young witch, she was always in such a flustered state.
"No need to bother, Miss Granger, leave it to me!" Watching Hermione, who was panting as she left, Amostart smiled and stepped forward. He glanced at the scattered envelopes on the floor and desk. Suddenly, a stack of old parchment with ancient writing, pressed under the letters, caught his eye. However, he quickly recovered his composure. With a crisp snap of his fingers, hundreds of letters in various envelopes automatically floated up and neatly returned to their original positions.
"In my opinion, you're probably the most popular teacher in this school right now, Professor Lockhart."
Professor Lockhart, whose expression was a bit stiff due to Amostart's beautiful silent and wandless magic, immediately beamed. "Actually, it's more than that. Once you fully integrate into the team of professors, you'll discover that Gilderoy Lockhart is also the most eye-catching one.
After all," Lockhart playfully winked at Amostart and took a deep breath, "How many people have won the 'Most Charming Smile Award' from Witch Weekly five times in a row, and are also Order of Merlin, Third Class recipients and honorary members of the Dark Force Defense League? Of course, Amostart, you, like Miss Granger, must know all about my past, right!"
Lockhart completely failed to notice Amostart's increasingly strained expression, fully immersed in his own world. "Oh, hehe, Amostart, Amostart, I have to admit, you've surprised me again. Going to such lengths to follow my footsteps into Hogwarts wasn't enough; now, to get close to me, you even applied to Dumbledore to become my assistant. Oh, I must say, Amostart, among my most fervent followers, you're quite outstanding!"
Amostart's lips were tightly pressed, his expression strained. He somewhat understood why this famous and popular author was so unpopular at Hogwarts! However, this also gave Amostart an idea of how to communicate with him.
"Ahem, indeed, Professor Lockhart, I am indeed an admirer of yours..."
"Aha!" Lockhart laughed exaggeratedly, an expression of 'I knew it' on his face.
"...It is indeed true. I applied to become the assistant professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts to get closer to you. I hope to improve myself in your classes alongside the young wizards.
However, Professor McGonagall seemed to think—oh, her meaning was that it's too strenuous for you to handle so many fan letters every day and teach hundreds of young wizards to combat evil Dark Arts. She hoped I could share some of your burden by teaching the senior students alone. Frankly, this goes against my original intention..."
"No need to say more, Amostart, I completely understand what you mean—" Lockhart's face glowed with confidence. He interrupted Amostart's explanation. "You wish to teach with me, right? No problem, Amostart. Gilderoy Lockhart never refuses the request of a fervent fan!"
"Ugh." Achieving his goal so easily actually left Amostart somewhat flustered!
At the end of this pleasant meeting, Amostart asked if he needed to make any preparations to ensure he could keep up with Professor Lockhart's pace during class, but Lockhart told him he didn't need to do any preparation, just to follow his instructions during class.
"Oh, right, Professor Lockhart—" Before leaving the office, Amostart stood at the door and turned around, his expression very subtle. "Do you have any research on memory-related magic?"
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