The Textbooks Were Actually Seven Autobiographies

Aaron was speechless when he saw Hermione's adoring expression.

"Other people's legends are just a few titles, including our great headmaster Dumbledore, but this one..." Aaron looked at the book somewhat embarrassedly and read out the protagonist's name, "Gilderoy Lockhart."

This Gilderoy Lockhart uses a whole book to introduce himself—that's narcissism beyond words!

"Aaron." Hermione gave him a slightly annoyed look. "You can't say that about Professor Lockhart. His reputation in the Warlock world is definitely not low."

"That's true." Ron nodded. "My mom is his biggest fan. His autograph sessions always pack Flourish and Blotts."

"Is he really that amazing?" Aaron couldn't help but be a little skeptical. Although a great reputation is never undeserved, someone who can do so well must have some real skills.

However, the description in this book is a bit too exaggerated. He bet that even Merlin wouldn't be that outstanding at the same age.

Hermione closed "Voyages with Vampires" and looked at Aaron seriously, saying, "Professor Lockhart is just that excellent, otherwise he wouldn't have been hired as a professor at Hogwarts."

Are you so sure? Just based on this one book?

Hermione, I always thought you were the kind of girl who could always stay rational, but it seems my judgment was a little off.

Harry Potter has quite a reputation in the Warlock world, but once you actually get to know him, you'll find...

"My fame and ability are completely mismatched, right!" Harry said with a wry smile. "I know that's true, but could you please not say it to my face?"

"Sorry." Aaron chuckled awkwardly and turned to Hermione. "I've never met Lockhart, and there's no way to judge a book by its cover, but I have my doubts about whether he's qualified to be our teacher."

That's prejudice.

"Perhaps!" Aaron shrugged. "But this prejudice is definitely not because he wrote an autobiography for himself, but because he made us use it as a textbook."

Forgive my bluntness, but his approach was somewhat irresponsible.

"With textbooks like this, we can't even do self-study."

"You..." Hermione snorted, somewhat displeased, "Professor Lockhart will prove his talent with his actions, and then you'll have to apologize to him."

"That's asking too much of you."

"No, you're the one who slandered a great Warlock first."

Didn't you receive any mail from school during your vacation?

Aaron was taken aback. All of his letters during his vacation had been intercepted by Jeans, including those from Hogwarts.

He didn't dare to read the letters his friends sent him, but he handled the ones from the school himself.

Hermione, seeing Aaron's blank expression, guessed what was going on. "Looks like you didn't accept it."

"What does it matter?" Aaron asked, puzzled. "If the school needs anything, Jeans will take care of it for me. If my mother doesn't care, he's my primary guardian."

"No wonder." Hermione tapped the cover of "Voyages with Vampires". "We need to prepare seven textbooks like this, all about Lockhart's great deeds."

"Seven books? Similar... autobiographies?" Aaron's lips twitched. If he had only three doubts before, now his doubts had increased to seven.

Lockhart's decision to have students use his works as teaching materials may have had elements of showing off and narcissism, but it cannot rule out the possibility that he possessed genuine talent and knowledge.

After all, Professor Snape never brought textbooks to class, but who would dare to doubt the flaws in his Potions?

But seven books is a bit of an exaggeration. At least in Aaron's opinion, a powerful Warlock would never waste his prime years writing books.

Moreover, these are seven books. If the content of the books is something he imagined, it proves that he doesn't have much ability. But if the content of the books is based on his personal experiences, it further proves that he doesn't have much ability.

The time spent traveling and writing the book would be at least ten years, and Lockhart doesn't seem to be thirty yet, which means he was under ten years old before...

Wow! That's terrifying to think about!

In other words, either this new professor is a one-in-a-million genius with the potential to become a god of God of Law, or he is a scoundrel who has no ability but is particularly good at opportunism. There is no way to explain why he is doing so well.

"Isn't that amazing?" Hermione asked with a smile. "He's encountered all sorts of dangerous magical creatures, including vampires, Werewolf, ghosts, Ghoul, yakshas, Troll, and so on."

Aaron forced a smile. He dared not tell his guess to a die-hard fan, lest Hermione slam the thick book on his head.

At that moment, Vice Principal Professor McGonagall came over and handed out the class schedules to each student.

"This is your class schedule for this semester. I don't want any more instances of students being late for class," Professor McGonagall said, giving Harry and Ron a meaningful look.

The two lowered their heads in shame; they were the ones who were late for the first class of the previous semester.

After distributing the course schedule, Professor McGonagall planned to leave to prepare for her first class of the new semester.

She had only taken a few steps out of the Great Hall when Aaron, who had followed her, stopped her. "Professor, wait a moment."

"Mr. Gaius, is there something you need?"

I don't think Slytherin's first lesson was Transfiguration Class!

Aaron pointed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts on the timetable and said somewhat embarrassedly, "If I may ask, Professor McGonagall, how much do you know about Professor Gilderoy Lockhart...?"

"Why are you asking this?" Professor McGonagall asked, puzzled.

"I'm just a little curious." Aaron scratched his head. "Professor, you know me. I wouldn't ask you this question for no reason."

Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "His book is well written."

Aaron:...

That's it?

"That's all I know," Professor McGonagall shrugged. "The professors at Hogwarts are either hired by the school, recruited by the school, or recommended by others."

"Then who is he?"

"He came to apply for the job on his own," Professor McGonagall said. "Not long after you started your vacation."

The school was short of a substitute teacher, and he just happened to come to our door. Given Harold's reputation in the Magic World, we had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, his book provides detailed descriptions of various dangerous creatures, which complements the course well.

"Any more questions?"

"There is none left."

Aaron looked thoughtfully at the Defense Against the Dark Arts on the schedule, surprised that even the school professors didn't know Lockhart's true level.

But that's okay, we'll find out what it's like once we put it to the test.

Slytherin has a History of Magic in the morning, and Professor Binns enters the classroom by walking across the blackboard.

He recounted the history of the Goblin uprising, which was more interesting than the school's founding history he told last semester.

Aaron wasn't particularly interested in this history, but out of respect for his teacher, he still took notes.

The second lesson was Herbology, where they would learn from Professor Sprout how to repot Mandrake.

Mandrake is a dangerous Magical Plant. It may not be as dangerous as the Whomping Willow, but its cry can cause people to faint. However, ripe Mandrake is an important ingredient in the preparation of many antidotes and is very valuable.

Professor Sprout, wearing earmuffs, gave a simple demonstration.

She pulled a seedling from the flowerpot. The seedling, which looked like a chubby baby, immediately opened its mouth wide and let out a sharp cry, but no one could hear it.

The Mandrake Seedling looked angry, clenching its teeth, its roots and branches shaking constantly.

Professor Sprout didn't spoil it; he decisively put it in a new flowerpot and then buried it with damp compost.

Afterwards, Professor Sprout gestured for everyone to remove their earmuffs and began explaining the precautions.

"It doesn't seem difficult at all," Draco said dismissively.

"Draco." Aaron shook his head meaningfully. "I used to think like you, but as someone who's been there, I'm telling you, never compare yourself to your teacher before you've mastered the craft. It's incredibly foolish."

Draco paused, looking at Aaron with some surprise, "Just how much psychological trauma did those teachers leave on you during your vacation?"

"Hehe! Guess?"

"Alright, put on the earmuffs and try to do it yourself," Professor Sprout said.

The two did not continue their conversation. They put on earmuffs and gloves to protect their Venomous Tentacula, and each pulled a Mandrake Seedling from a flowerpot.

Aaron looked at the Mandrake in front of him. Its teeth were particularly sharp. It struggled hard, trying to break free of its restraints and burrow back into the soil.

"You're quite strong!" Aaron smiled meaningfully, then winked at Abei.

The Holy Dragon roared and jumped onto the table, slapping the Mandrake's body with its claw. It saw stars and when it came to its senses, it saw a snarling, Fantastic Beasts with a few drops of saliva hanging from its mouth.

The Mandrake Seedling immediately shut its mouth, neither screaming nor struggling, appearing exceptionally docile, unlike the stag beetles in the hands of others.

Compared to being eaten, moving to a new living environment isn't so unacceptable.