The New Professor Was a Bit Unreliable

"Not bad, you're one step closer to becoming Battle Pet." Aaron patted Abei's head with satisfaction, then stuffed the Mandrake Seedling into a small flowerpot.

Perhaps because of Abei's intimidation, he didn't even lift a finger, and the Mandrake Seedling buried itself in the compost with its delicate roots.

"She's quite sensible."

Aaron was even more satisfied, and even considered buying the seedling from Professor Sprout.

However, this is just an idea. Raising a dragon is tiring enough. If you also raise a Magical Plant with a certain degree of lethality, life would be unbearable.

Professor Sprout meticulously guided each student, treating all the Mandrake Seedling in the greenhouse as thoroughly as possible. Her enthusiasm led Aaron to believe that she was exploiting the students as labor.

When get out of class ended, almost every student was covered in sweat and mud.

"I can't take it anymore, I really need to take a shower," Draco said wearily. "Aaron, are you coming?"

"Me? I don't need it."

My physical condition is slightly better than yours, so I'm not this tired.

"And the next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I'm quite interested in this professor," Aaron said with a meaningful smile. "I plan to carefully read his works before class."

"Professor Lockhart's... work?" Draco frowned slightly. "Is that a textbook?"

You could say that!

Don't laugh at me, but I've never even seen the covers of those books once.

"Okay! See you in the classroom this afternoon."

After finishing lunch, Aaron returned to his dormitory, opened his suitcase, and took out a packaged cardboard box.

This was the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook that Jeans had prepared for him about a month ago, but he hadn't had time to look at it.

After opening the box, Aaron took out Lockhart's seven books.

Breaking with Ghouls, Vacation with Ghouls, Holiday with Mother Yaksha, Traveling with Travels with Trolls, Wandering with Werewolves, A Year with the Yeti of Tibet, Voyage with a Vampire

The stack of books was about two feet high.

Aaron opened one of the books and began to browse through it quickly.

However, as Aaron watched, his expression became strange. Lockhart, the protagonist of the book, had almost no flaws and was a completely Positive Character who fought wits and courage against the dark creatures.

He wasn't surprised by this, because the protagonist always has a halo.

To his surprise, the contents of the book were incredibly real, as if they had actually happened to him, even more so than the history Professor Binns told.

"Could I have guessed wrong?" Aaron doubted himself, but he quickly cleared the doubt from his mind.

Once you meet the real person, all your doubts will be resolved.

However, to be fair, putting aside all the speculation and doubt, Lockhart's writing ability has indeed reached its peak.

With class time fast approaching, Aaron grabbed seven books and rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Aaron's lips twitched involuntarily.

A large oil painting was placed on the podium. The painting depicted Lockhart himself and was a portrait of Lockhart.

In addition to this oil painting, the classroom was also filled with Lockhart's photos on both sides, and each photo was a smiling emoji, showing eight teeth.

A perfectly good Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was somehow decorated with a festive atmosphere.

"Aaron, why are you so late?" Draco stepped forward and helped him put the seven books on his desk. "Class is about to start."

"I wasn't late!" Aaron chuckled sheepishly, pointing to the photos in the classroom. "Looks like our New Professor is quite the narcissist!"

"You can't say that," Hermione said.

Susan, standing next to her, nodded with a composed expression; it was obvious that she was also a die-hard Lockhart fan.

"Aaron, I don't agree with your point of view. I've never seen anyone so narcissistic."

However, it's best not to say anything bad about Lockhart in this classroom, as many people there are his fans.

"That's alright, not all students are like that..."

Before he could finish speaking, Aaron felt a chill run down his spine; about a third of the students in the classroom were staring at him angrily.

"You see, that's the Celebrity Effect." Draco shrugged and said in a low voice, "Now I understand why my dad wouldn't let me show any hostility toward Harry Potter in public."

Aaron nodded in deep agreement. "Mr. Lucius."

Suddenly, the classroom door opened, and Professor Lockhart, dressed in a particularly flamboyant Golden Wizard Robe, walked in.

"Please allow me to introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who is... myself, Gilderoy Lockhart." Lockhart stood in front of his oil painting. "Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Wizard Catchers Association, and five-time winner of the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award."

I'm a low-key person and never show off. I don't drive away the Ghouls of Ghouls with a smile.

Lockhart's self-introduction ended there. Below the stage, fans like Hermione and Susan looked at Lockhart with admiration, wishing they could immediately go up and ask for an autographed photo.

Students like Harry and Ron, who weren't blindly fans, exchanged bewildered glances and didn't take him seriously.

Aaron's eye twitched slightly. He realized he had underestimated Lockhart's narcissism. How could Lockhart keep saying things like "I'm low-key and never show off"?

To be able to write seven autobiographies without being ostentatious? Are you kidding me?

"Suddenly, I feel like this professor seems a bit unreliable!" Draco frowned.

"Be more confident, drop the word 'like'," Aaron said. "Besides being unreliable, he's also a bit hypocritical."

"I can see that."

However, if he's unreliable, our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam this semester probably won't be too difficult.

Aaron paused for a moment, seemingly without any problem.

If a teacher is unreliable, teaching errors are inevitable, and in some cases, exam results might even be invalidated.

Thinking about this, Aaron suddenly found Lockhart much more pleasing to the eye.

Bai inexplicably saved him time from a class, something he had always dreamed of but could never obtain while attending tutoring classes.

Lockhart stood on the podium, picked up a stack of test papers, and said, "I see that you have all bought my complete works. Before we start class, let's do a little quiz."

Don't be afraid, I'm just checking how much you've read and how much you've prepared beforehand.

The exam papers were handed out to each person; each paper contained four full pages of Answer Sheet, with only one question on each page.

What is Lockhart's favorite color? What is his secret ambition? What is his greatest secret to date? What is his birthday and what is his ideal birthday present?

Aaron stared at the test questions, his mind reeling.

What a freak! Lockhart is definitely a freak in the teaching profession.

No, describing him as a teacher is an insult to the Sacred Profession of teaching.

"Aaron, do you know the answer?" Draco asked anxiously, yet with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, I reckon that apart from die-hard fans, no one in the classroom can answer this kind of question."

This is utterly misleading and harmful to young people; just write something perfunctory and superficial.

Draco shrugged. "I know that. After all, he's a professor. He'll give Slytherin a bonus if they answer correctly."

Aaron frowned, inwardly cursing the trouble, then turned to Crabbe and Goyle, asking seriously, "Do you want Slytherin?"

Hearing that seductive voice, the two exchanged a glance and nodded.

"Very difficult!" Aaron took their test papers, took a deep breath, and wrote down the answers to all the questions.

"I'm warning you, don't ever say that this is the answer I gave you."

"You know the answers to these weird questions?" Draco said in surprise. "Don't tell me you're also a Lockhart fanatic, or my image of you will instantly collapse."

Aaron shook his head helplessly, then pointed to his eyes, "Just a few hours ago, I flipped through our textbooks..."

"Have you finished reading?"

"Of course not. Even someone with a photographic memory couldn't possibly read seven books in such a short time."

I just happened to see the answer.

"So that's how it is!" Draco exclaimed in realization, then looked at Crabbe and Goyle's exam papers with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"I advise you not to do that," Aaron said with a meaningful smile. "Not everyone can handle the praise from such an eccentric teacher."

Draco swallowed hard, suddenly feeling that his two lackeys' exam papers were a bit too hot to handle. He glanced at them with a hint of unease, then proceeded to scribble on his own exam paper.

Aaron shrugged, glanced at the exam paper with some disdain, then looked at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was smiling on the podium, and sneered inwardly.

He picked up a quill and wrote his answers on all the Answer Sheet, then readily put the test papers aside, picked up a new blank sheet of paper, and tried to draw a high-level Magic Array on it.

After all, time shouldn't be wasted; we should find something meaningful to do.

He was far from being able to Create Magic Array in the blink of an eye, so he could only start with the simpler ones.

After Draco finished answering the questions, he glanced at Aaron's test paper with some curiosity, his pupils widening involuntarily. "Are you sure you want to write it like this?"