The Skillful Lockhart (HP)
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Or some sort of limit. Its possible house elves have something weird going on, though what that would be I have no idea.
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Ch. 10
***Raw! Because that's the way I like it!***
-1st September 1992 Tuesday-
After I finish showering and getting dressed, I sit down at my desk and resume reading. With a quill in one hand, I scribble a few notes every so often. After Absorbing my latest set of magical skill cards, I forced myself to review everything I knew... again.
With my new depth of magical theories, I kept thinking of untested spells for random encounters and situations. Even better, I was able to come up with answers for several of the theories I had been thinking about the past couple of weeks. The best part was the advancements of my Occlumency. In a single night of experimenting, I was able to advance my Occlumency to purple level.
Of course, that wasn't the only experiment I had done. I tested my Superhuman Strength in the Room of Requirement. I am quite saddened by the results. My outward appearance didn't change a single bit. Oh, I am far stronger than a normal human, but it feels as if my strength pales in comparison to Hagrid's feats of strength. Being able to pick-up 900 kilograms was thrilling, but that seems to be my limit. Plus, there are several unexpected drawbacks.
I feel like my increased strength is too much for my body. After a round of lifting weights, my joints throbbed and I felt as if I ran a short distance. On top of that, my metabolism has kicked into overdrive. I've had to double my food intake to eliminate hunger pains. Luckily, I don't have any issues controlling my strength, as long as I keep aware of the situation.
My newfound strength is actually the focus of my current research. I need to gain the other three skills Hagrid possesses, but I know of only one other half-giant and she currently resides in France. I have little hope of being able to gain skills from full-blooded giants, so I'm delving into another source, rituals.
I now have dozens of theories revolving around personal improvement through magical rituals. The theories coming from Voldemort means most of the theories involve a sacrifice of something or someone with the traits I wish to gain. Those are not the only ways to gain what I want; they're just the most effective ways available to regular witches and wizards. Of course, I am not a regular wizard. The fact that rituals come with side-effects is also another reason to not pursue that route.
Other than working on my own research, I did make time to look over my lesson plans and gather a slew of defense books from previous years. I felt of pang of guilt for each of the students having to buy a set of my books. The books run a total of thirty-five Galleons and unsuited for academic study.
Don't get me, there isn't a single spell in any of... my... books that are fake. The problem lies in that the effects of the more advanced spells are a bit exaggerated from their true capabilities.
I've made a few plays to make it up to the students for the financial burden. If I work this right, I can increase my reputation, maybe even be labeled as a philanthropist.
A quick glance outside shows the sun well above the horizon. Marking my place in the book, I stand and begin gathering my class paperwork. I'm not sure what will be needed of me in the teacher's meeting, but I assume I can't go wrong with taking everything that pertains to my class and something to write with.
Stepping out of my room, I cast a few security spells on my door before making my way towards the Headmaster's office. This will be the first time I've met Dumbledore and the rest of the staff. Oddly enough, I'm not nervous. I'm confident in my magic to actually live up to my books, and my Occlumency should be strong enough to keep out any subtle Legilimency probes.
Stepping around the corner leading to the Headmaster's Tower, I'm met by a fairly attractive witch. Her red robes drew attention to her pale face and black hair. Before I could take another step, the witch looked over her shoulder at me.
"Gilderoy Lockhart," the witch softly says with a hint of a smile.
I couldn't stop myself from giving her a smile reserved only for beautiful women. She normally wouldn't meet the standard required for that smile, but I've not been laid since the book signing. "Go on, my dear, swoon - I'll catch you," I said with practiced allure in my tone and promise in my eyes.
Her eyes widen for just a brief moment before she lets out a merry little giggle. "Do you use that line on every witch you meet?" the unnamed professor asked as she fully turned to face me. Before I can reply I catch her giving my body a quick look before looking back towards my eyes.
"Only the ones I want to hold in my arms," I easily state as I cast my own look at her body. I could only get a vague idea of her figure under her robes, but it was a gesture I wanted her to see.
"Bathsheda Babbling," the flirtatious witch said. "Care to escort me to the meeting, Mr. Lockhart?"
"It would be my pleasure," I softly say as I offer her my arm. "And please, call me Gilderoy." We didn't even take two steps before our flirting resumed.
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Minerva McGonagall sat in her chair at the conference table reviewing her notes on the topics to be discussed before the arrival of the students. There wasn't much to discuss that wasn't expected, but Minerva was still annoyed. The source of her annoyance was actually Albus Dumbledore.
Minerva's annoyance started the day Gilderoy Lockhart arrived at Hogwarts. The man's penchant for causing her headaches as a student seems to have carried over into adulthood. Unlike when he was a student, Minerva was having a hard time blaming him for her current state.
After her discussion with Gilderoy on his arrival, Minerva went to Albus to confirm what Gilderoy had told her. Much to her chagrin, Albus informed her that he felt Gilderoy was perfectly capable of handling his new position.
As self-centered as Gilderoy was, Minerva had to admit, he did seem capable. The fact he even went to the Ministry to learn what the students would be tested on showed a level of commitment not often seen in new Defense Professors.
Joyful laughter pulls Minerva from her current thoughts and towards the pair entering the room. Bathsheda and Gilderoy walk-in arm-and-arm and giving each other coquettish looks. This may explain why she hasn't seen Gilderoy since his arrival.
As if taking note of the others in the room, the pair became a tad more reserved before taking their seats and continuing their talk in hushed whispers. Minerva didn't fault Bathsheda in the slightest. Gilderoy certainly had his quirks, but there was no denying he was easy on the eyes.
All too soon, the remaining professors and staff filed into the room and took seats around the table. As if planned, and it probably was, Albus walked into the room the moment all the seats were filled.
The meeting went as expected. Albus went-over expectations of students and staff and the new regulations the Ministry was attempting to enforce on the school. Albus introduced Gilderoy and even offered him the floor to speak, which he surprisingly turned down.
Unsurprisingly, Kettleburn finally announced his intention to retire at the end of the year. The man should have retired years ago, while he still had most of his limbs. Care of Magical Creatures was far more brutal than many took it for but, Silvanus Kettleburn held the post longer than most were capable of.
Gilderoy remained quiet through the meeting. He looked over everyone in attendance with an inquisitive gaze from time to time but never appeared haughty or pompous. The only thing of note involving Gilderoy, was when he and Severus met eyes. Severus jerked his head away, and Gilderoy raised an eyebrow at the man but remained silent. If Minerva's assumption was correct, she felt no sympathy for Severus. A little pain served him right.
As Albus concluded the meeting, a smirk appeared on Minerva's face, as she watched Gilderoy and Bathsheda make their escape together. She just hoped they got it out of their systems by the time the students arrived.
***Minerva's POV was a last minute change. It was originally in Gil's point of view, but I thought a change would be better. It's rough, but it only took me an hour, so... oh well.***
-1st September 1992 Tuesday-
After I finish showering and getting dressed, I sit down at my desk and resume reading. With a quill in one hand, I scribble a few notes every so often. After Absorbing my latest set of magical skill cards, I forced myself to review everything I knew... again.
With my new depth of magical theories, I kept thinking of untested spells for random encounters and situations. Even better, I was able to come up with answers for several of the theories I had been thinking about the past couple of weeks. The best part was the advancements of my Occlumency. In a single night of experimenting, I was able to advance my Occlumency to purple level.
Of course, that wasn't the only experiment I had done. I tested my Superhuman Strength in the Room of Requirement. I am quite saddened by the results. My outward appearance didn't change a single bit. Oh, I am far stronger than a normal human, but it feels as if my strength pales in comparison to Hagrid's feats of strength. Being able to pick-up 900 kilograms was thrilling, but that seems to be my limit. Plus, there are several unexpected drawbacks.
I feel like my increased strength is too much for my body. After a round of lifting weights, my joints throbbed and I felt as if I ran a short distance. On top of that, my metabolism has kicked into overdrive. I've had to double my food intake to eliminate hunger pains. Luckily, I don't have any issues controlling my strength, as long as I keep aware of the situation.
My newfound strength is actually the focus of my current research. I need to gain the other three skills Hagrid possesses, but I know of only one other half-giant and she currently resides in France. I have little hope of being able to gain skills from full-blooded giants, so I'm delving into another source, rituals.
I now have dozens of theories revolving around personal improvement through magical rituals. The theories coming from Voldemort means most of the theories involve a sacrifice of something or someone with the traits I wish to gain. Those are not the only ways to gain what I want; they're just the most effective ways available to regular witches and wizards. Of course, I am not a regular wizard. The fact that rituals come with side-effects is also another reason to not pursue that route.
Other than working on my own research, I did make time to look over my lesson plans and gather a slew of defense books from previous years. I felt of pang of guilt for each of the students having to buy a set of my books. The books run a total of thirty-five Galleons and unsuited for academic study.
Don't get me, there isn't a single spell in any of... my... books that are fake. The problem lies in that the effects of the more advanced spells are a bit exaggerated from their true capabilities.
I've made a few plays to make it up to the students for the financial burden. If I work this right, I can increase my reputation, maybe even be labeled as a philanthropist.
A quick glance outside shows the sun well above the horizon. Marking my place in the book, I stand and begin gathering my class paperwork. I'm not sure what will be needed of me in the teacher's meeting, but I assume I can't go wrong with taking everything that pertains to my class and something to write with.
Stepping out of my room, I cast a few security spells on my door before making my way towards the Headmaster's office. This will be the first time I've met Dumbledore and the rest of the staff. Oddly enough, I'm not nervous. I'm confident in my magic to actually live up to my books, and my Occlumency should be strong enough to keep out any subtle Legilimency probes.
Stepping around the corner leading to the Headmaster's Tower, I'm met by a fairly attractive witch. Her red robes drew attention to her pale face and black hair. Before I could take another step, the witch looked over her shoulder at me.
"Gilderoy Lockhart," the witch softly says with a hint of a smile.
I couldn't stop myself from giving her a smile reserved only for beautiful women. She normally wouldn't meet the standard required for that smile, but I've not been laid since the book signing. "Go on, my dear, swoon - I'll catch you," I said with practiced allure in my tone and promise in my eyes.
Her eyes widen for just a brief moment before she lets out a merry little giggle. "Do you use that line on every witch you meet?" the unnamed professor asked as she fully turned to face me. Before I can reply I catch her giving my body a quick look before looking back towards my eyes.
"Only the ones I want to hold in my arms," I easily state as I cast my own look at her body. I could only get a vague idea of her figure under her robes, but it was a gesture I wanted her to see.
"Bathsheda Babbling," the flirtatious witch said. "Care to escort me to the meeting, Mr. Lockhart?"
"It would be my pleasure," I softly say as I offer her my arm. "And please, call me Gilderoy." We didn't even take two steps before our flirting resumed.
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Minerva McGonagall sat in her chair at the conference table reviewing her notes on the topics to be discussed before the arrival of the students. There wasn't much to discuss that wasn't expected, but Minerva was still annoyed. The source of her annoyance was actually Albus Dumbledore.
Minerva's annoyance started the day Gilderoy Lockhart arrived at Hogwarts. The man's penchant for causing her headaches as a student seems to have carried over into adulthood. Unlike when he was a student, Minerva was having a hard time blaming him for her current state.
After her discussion with Gilderoy on his arrival, Minerva went to Albus to confirm what Gilderoy had told her. Much to her chagrin, Albus informed her that he felt Gilderoy was perfectly capable of handling his new position.
As self-centered as Gilderoy was, Minerva had to admit, he did seem capable. The fact he even went to the Ministry to learn what the students would be tested on showed a level of commitment not often seen in new Defense Professors.
Joyful laughter pulls Minerva from her current thoughts and towards the pair entering the room. Bathsheda and Gilderoy walk-in arm-and-arm and giving each other coquettish looks. This may explain why she hasn't seen Gilderoy since his arrival.
As if taking note of the others in the room, the pair became a tad more reserved before taking their seats and continuing their talk in hushed whispers. Minerva didn't fault Bathsheda in the slightest. Gilderoy certainly had his quirks, but there was no denying he was easy on the eyes.
All too soon, the remaining professors and staff filed into the room and took seats around the table. As if planned, and it probably was, Albus walked into the room the moment all the seats were filled.
The meeting went as expected. Albus went-over expectations of students and staff and the new regulations the Ministry was attempting to enforce on the school. Albus introduced Gilderoy and even offered him the floor to speak, which he surprisingly turned down.
Unsurprisingly, Kettleburn finally announced his intention to retire at the end of the year. The man should have retired years ago, while he still had most of his limbs. Care of Magical Creatures was far more brutal than many took it for but, Silvanus Kettleburn held the post longer than most were capable of.
Gilderoy remained quiet through the meeting. He looked over everyone in attendance with an inquisitive gaze from time to time but never appeared haughty or pompous. The only thing of note involving Gilderoy, was when he and Severus met eyes. Severus jerked his head away, and Gilderoy raised an eyebrow at the man but remained silent. If Minerva's assumption was correct, she felt no sympathy for Severus. A little pain served him right.
As Albus concluded the meeting, a smirk appeared on Minerva's face, as she watched Gilderoy and Bathsheda make their escape together. She just hoped they got it out of their systems by the time the students arrived.
***Minerva's POV was a last minute change. It was originally in Gil's point of view, but I thought a change would be better. It's rough, but it only took me an hour, so... oh well.***
Loving this work, also loving your update speed. Hope that keeps up.
Mingo
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Holy cow! Great chapter! Lockhart can now lift a ton! 900 kilograms is almost a US ton. That's incredible! And you're saying Hagrid can lift way more than that? Was this a mistake?
Probably not. It's more implied than shown as I recall, but Hagrid is ridiculously tough - he lets monstrous creatures chew on him regularly after all. Remember, the concern with him raising a dragon is that his house will burn down, not that Norbert would be able to injure him.
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It's also canon that Hagrid was able to move across continental Europe, his half brother Grawp (from as far away as the Urals, all the way to Scotland). He had Olympe's help through that trip, but afterwards Hagrid was the one that "convinced" (meaning wrestle into submission) Grawp to do things. Without getting turned in a bloody smear in the floor. For months. A full giant.Probably not. It's more implied than shown as I recall, but Hagrid is ridiculously tough - he lets monstrous creatures chew on him regularly after all. Remember, the concern with him raising a dragon is that his house will burn down, not that Norbert would be able to injure him.
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237 gallons of water. Thats a hell of a lot of weight.
You could literally make somebody's head explode like a watermelon at a Gallagher routine with a dope slap, I think. One snatch of purple-tier Muay Thai and you are a shonen protagonist or arc villain, probably roundhouse kicking a giant snake into the moat.
You could literally make somebody's head explode like a watermelon at a Gallagher routine with a dope slap, I think. One snatch of purple-tier Muay Thai and you are a shonen protagonist or arc villain, probably roundhouse kicking a giant snake into the moat.
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Ch. 11
***Raw! But I'm sure you already knew that by now.***
"Yes!" Bathsheda screams before collapsing onto my chest with a shudder.
Neither of us is capable of speech as we desperately try to regain our breath. I can't help but thank the promiscuous witch from the book signing for the Sexual Intercourse skill card. Granted, I was very disturbed when I first Absorbed the card, but I was able to use my newly gained experience to find different ways to please women.
As amazing as that can be, I don't think I'll be taking another sexual skill card. The very thought of it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Mmm," Bathsheda moans into my chest. "Praise Freyja, that was amazing."
Taken aback by her comment, I can't help but ask, "Freyja?"
"The Norse goddess of love, Seiðr, and sex," Bathsheda says as she runs her fingers over my chest.
"I didn't take you for an Odinist," I say from underneath her.
"Oh darling," Bathsheda says with a smile as she looks into my eyes. "Delve as deep into ancient runes as I have, and you'll start believing in Asgardians as well."
"I might have to take a deeper look at Norse runes," I nonchalantly state. I didn't Extract her Ancient Runes Skill Card, but I'm not sure how I feel about the possibility of Asgardians existing. Well, I couldn't really complain, but I have too much on my plate to be worrying about that right now.
A groan escapes my bed partner before she pushes up to stare at me. "This was great, but I still have a few tasks to see to before the Welcoming Feast tonight," Bathsheda reluctantly says.
I smirk as she lets out another groan before rolling off of me and to the edge of the bed. I make no effort to hide my enjoyment at watching her search my bedroom for her clothes. While she's not the prettiest woman I've ever slept with, she does have a great body. The smirk she sends my way as she slowly gets dressed causes me to grin at her deviousness.
A fully dressed Ancient Runes Professor saunters over back to my bed and gives me a light kiss on the mouth. "We should do this again sometime," Bathsheda said with her smirk still in place. "Don't be late for the feast," she says before turning and making her way out of my room.
I dumbly stare at my door for a moment before releasing a deep and hearty laugh. I think I just got used for sex! Is it bad I enjoy the thought of women using me sex? No, I see nothing wrong with it.
Placing my hands behind my head, I stare up at my ceiling and start sorting my thoughts. I profited greatly from the meeting earlier and learned a bit more.
Judging by the lack of skill cards around the ghost, Cuthbert Binns, I don't think I'll be able to gain anything from ghosts. That's unfortunate. There would be ridiculous synergy between my ability and the Resurrection Stone if that was the case.
Something I'm disappointed in was the lack of a goblin trait card from Filius Flitwick. He had an impressive array of cards but not a single red skill card. I don't remember seeing anything impressive from the short professor, so I opted for taking his Magic Dueling over his Magic Charms.
The only red skill card I spotted from the teaching staff was the Seer skill card from Sybill Trelawney. Of course, there was no way I was going to take that card. From what I know, being a true Seer is more of a hindrance than anything. You fall into a trance whenever a prophecy overcomes you, and the best part, you have no memory of the event. Rumor is that powerful Seers can control when they go into a trance, but even they don't remember what they say. It feels more like a liability than anything. I chose not to take a card from Trelawney for now.
On a brighter note, I was able to test my Occlumency against a proficient Legilimens. Watching Snape recoil from my mental defenses was gratifying. Snape's Legilimency card was barely at the master level and I very nearly took his Defense Against the Dark Arts card until I scanned Albus Mother-Loving Dumbledore.
What can I say? Dumbledore is simply terrifying. Not only were the majority of his magical skill cards at the legendary level, but they were nearly brown in color. I would be lying if I said I hadn't become secure in my own power lately. Despite how strong I've become in these past couple of weeks, I'm not even in the same league as Dumbledore.
It was humbling to see how I compare to the greatest wizard alive. I hate the feeling of being at someone else's mercy. I hate how I have to tread carefully or risk a life sentence in Azkaban. I hate it. I won't remain under his thumb, and I won't remain weak for long.
Standing up, I look towards the nearly brown Magic Comprehension skill card. With a promise to be better, I watch as the card is Absorbed into my palm. I ignore the sensations running over my scalp and behind my eyes. Looking towards the Occlumency skill card I gained from Snape I take a deep breath before deciding to Absorb it next.
There are too many cards to Absorb all of them today, but I have enough time to Absorb the most helpful ones before the feast starts. I and start to familiarize myself with my new knowledge. I will become one of the most powerful wizards in history... And I'm gonna look damn good doing it.
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I was already seated at the staff table before most of the other professors arrived. I busied my time by reading an untitled book with a worn and faded cover. It mostly pertained to dark spells and rituals, but it read like someone's personal thoughts on the matter. I found it rather insightful and intriguing.
The chatter of feminine voices drew my attention to the side-entrance by the staff table. Bathsheda, Aurora Sinistra, and Septima Vector were gliding towards the table speaking excitedly with one another. Bathsheda was smirking as she and Septima began to walk past me. Oddly, Bathsheda gave me a wink before she and Septima sat several seats down from me.
Before I could decipher what was happening, Aurora stopped at the chair beside me. "You saving this seat for anyone?" Aurora asked with a mischievous smile.
"Please, be my guest," I cordially state while offering her the chair. I curiously watch as the dark-skinned witch sits down and returns to the conversation with Bathsheda and Septima.
I did my best to pay the trio of gossips no mind and continue reading my book. I was largely successful, but the occasional burning of my ears led me to believe I was one of the targets of their gossiping. I had to resist the urge to include myself in their conversation, which was surprisingly harder than it should have been. Ol' Gil really was an arse.
I ended up having to put my book down once McGonagall gave us the word of the students' arrival. Watching the returning students rushing into the Great Hall was a surreal moment. Excited chatter was echoed across the hall as the mass of students made their way to their House Table.
Going over the class rosters really didn't prepare me for the sight of nearly nine-hundred students. The movies weren't even close to being accurate, especially considering my classes ranged from 59 students to 73 in my largest class.
Son of a bit... It's going to take me forever to grade all those homework assignments, only to turn around and assign them more homework. I won't have any time for my own studies. Fuck that! My classes just became practical application focused.
In the time I had this last-minute discovery, McGonagall had arrived with the first-years. I politely watched the Sorting Hat sing a clever little song, followed by the sorting of each student. Not an interesting affair for me, I began scanning the tables for students I might recognize. I easily spotted the Weasley twins and a worried little girl with a head of bushy brown hair.
Unfortunately, I ceased looking over the table when some of the older girls began giving me coy looks and even winking! I'm flattered, but that is a can of worms I do not need. I don't want to give Dumbledore more reasons to come after me.
"Please give a warm welcome to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart," Dumbledore announced to the assembly.
Jarred back into reality, I smoothly put on a charming smile and stood up. After a brief moment to wave at the warm reception, I retook my seat. I spent the remainder of the celebration lost in my own thoughts of my first class. Starting off with half the seventh years wasn't my idea of easing into this role, but hey, it's not like I can do worse than the original Lockhart!
****Wasn't happy with the feast part, but after going over tons of ideas, I just cut my loses.****
"Yes!" Bathsheda screams before collapsing onto my chest with a shudder.
Neither of us is capable of speech as we desperately try to regain our breath. I can't help but thank the promiscuous witch from the book signing for the Sexual Intercourse skill card. Granted, I was very disturbed when I first Absorbed the card, but I was able to use my newly gained experience to find different ways to please women.
As amazing as that can be, I don't think I'll be taking another sexual skill card. The very thought of it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Mmm," Bathsheda moans into my chest. "Praise Freyja, that was amazing."
Taken aback by her comment, I can't help but ask, "Freyja?"
"The Norse goddess of love, Seiðr, and sex," Bathsheda says as she runs her fingers over my chest.
"I didn't take you for an Odinist," I say from underneath her.
"Oh darling," Bathsheda says with a smile as she looks into my eyes. "Delve as deep into ancient runes as I have, and you'll start believing in Asgardians as well."
"I might have to take a deeper look at Norse runes," I nonchalantly state. I didn't Extract her Ancient Runes Skill Card, but I'm not sure how I feel about the possibility of Asgardians existing. Well, I couldn't really complain, but I have too much on my plate to be worrying about that right now.
A groan escapes my bed partner before she pushes up to stare at me. "This was great, but I still have a few tasks to see to before the Welcoming Feast tonight," Bathsheda reluctantly says.
I smirk as she lets out another groan before rolling off of me and to the edge of the bed. I make no effort to hide my enjoyment at watching her search my bedroom for her clothes. While she's not the prettiest woman I've ever slept with, she does have a great body. The smirk she sends my way as she slowly gets dressed causes me to grin at her deviousness.
A fully dressed Ancient Runes Professor saunters over back to my bed and gives me a light kiss on the mouth. "We should do this again sometime," Bathsheda said with her smirk still in place. "Don't be late for the feast," she says before turning and making her way out of my room.
I dumbly stare at my door for a moment before releasing a deep and hearty laugh. I think I just got used for sex! Is it bad I enjoy the thought of women using me sex? No, I see nothing wrong with it.
Placing my hands behind my head, I stare up at my ceiling and start sorting my thoughts. I profited greatly from the meeting earlier and learned a bit more.
Judging by the lack of skill cards around the ghost, Cuthbert Binns, I don't think I'll be able to gain anything from ghosts. That's unfortunate. There would be ridiculous synergy between my ability and the Resurrection Stone if that was the case.
Something I'm disappointed in was the lack of a goblin trait card from Filius Flitwick. He had an impressive array of cards but not a single red skill card. I don't remember seeing anything impressive from the short professor, so I opted for taking his Magic Dueling over his Magic Charms.
The only red skill card I spotted from the teaching staff was the Seer skill card from Sybill Trelawney. Of course, there was no way I was going to take that card. From what I know, being a true Seer is more of a hindrance than anything. You fall into a trance whenever a prophecy overcomes you, and the best part, you have no memory of the event. Rumor is that powerful Seers can control when they go into a trance, but even they don't remember what they say. It feels more like a liability than anything. I chose not to take a card from Trelawney for now.
On a brighter note, I was able to test my Occlumency against a proficient Legilimens. Watching Snape recoil from my mental defenses was gratifying. Snape's Legilimency card was barely at the master level and I very nearly took his Defense Against the Dark Arts card until I scanned Albus Mother-Loving Dumbledore.
What can I say? Dumbledore is simply terrifying. Not only were the majority of his magical skill cards at the legendary level, but they were nearly brown in color. I would be lying if I said I hadn't become secure in my own power lately. Despite how strong I've become in these past couple of weeks, I'm not even in the same league as Dumbledore.
It was humbling to see how I compare to the greatest wizard alive. I hate the feeling of being at someone else's mercy. I hate how I have to tread carefully or risk a life sentence in Azkaban. I hate it. I won't remain under his thumb, and I won't remain weak for long.
Standing up, I look towards the nearly brown Magic Comprehension skill card. With a promise to be better, I watch as the card is Absorbed into my palm. I ignore the sensations running over my scalp and behind my eyes. Looking towards the Occlumency skill card I gained from Snape I take a deep breath before deciding to Absorb it next.
There are too many cards to Absorb all of them today, but I have enough time to Absorb the most helpful ones before the feast starts. I and start to familiarize myself with my new knowledge. I will become one of the most powerful wizards in history... And I'm gonna look damn good doing it.
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I was already seated at the staff table before most of the other professors arrived. I busied my time by reading an untitled book with a worn and faded cover. It mostly pertained to dark spells and rituals, but it read like someone's personal thoughts on the matter. I found it rather insightful and intriguing.
The chatter of feminine voices drew my attention to the side-entrance by the staff table. Bathsheda, Aurora Sinistra, and Septima Vector were gliding towards the table speaking excitedly with one another. Bathsheda was smirking as she and Septima began to walk past me. Oddly, Bathsheda gave me a wink before she and Septima sat several seats down from me.
Before I could decipher what was happening, Aurora stopped at the chair beside me. "You saving this seat for anyone?" Aurora asked with a mischievous smile.
"Please, be my guest," I cordially state while offering her the chair. I curiously watch as the dark-skinned witch sits down and returns to the conversation with Bathsheda and Septima.
I did my best to pay the trio of gossips no mind and continue reading my book. I was largely successful, but the occasional burning of my ears led me to believe I was one of the targets of their gossiping. I had to resist the urge to include myself in their conversation, which was surprisingly harder than it should have been. Ol' Gil really was an arse.
I ended up having to put my book down once McGonagall gave us the word of the students' arrival. Watching the returning students rushing into the Great Hall was a surreal moment. Excited chatter was echoed across the hall as the mass of students made their way to their House Table.
Going over the class rosters really didn't prepare me for the sight of nearly nine-hundred students. The movies weren't even close to being accurate, especially considering my classes ranged from 59 students to 73 in my largest class.
Son of a bit... It's going to take me forever to grade all those homework assignments, only to turn around and assign them more homework. I won't have any time for my own studies. Fuck that! My classes just became practical application focused.
In the time I had this last-minute discovery, McGonagall had arrived with the first-years. I politely watched the Sorting Hat sing a clever little song, followed by the sorting of each student. Not an interesting affair for me, I began scanning the tables for students I might recognize. I easily spotted the Weasley twins and a worried little girl with a head of bushy brown hair.
Unfortunately, I ceased looking over the table when some of the older girls began giving me coy looks and even winking! I'm flattered, but that is a can of worms I do not need. I don't want to give Dumbledore more reasons to come after me.
"Please give a warm welcome to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart," Dumbledore announced to the assembly.
Jarred back into reality, I smoothly put on a charming smile and stood up. After a brief moment to wave at the warm reception, I retook my seat. I spent the remainder of the celebration lost in my own thoughts of my first class. Starting off with half the seventh years wasn't my idea of easing into this role, but hey, it's not like I can do worse than the original Lockhart!
****Wasn't happy with the feast part, but after going over tons of ideas, I just cut my loses.****
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We shall see.
One hope would be that he doesn't go into the opposite animal state and hit Perfect Lionheart level...
Haven't seen that so far or great suggestion of it but why exactly does Lockheart need to fear Dumbledore if he does his job properly and doesn't hurt his students?...
Haven't seen that so far or great suggestion of it but why exactly does Lockheart need to fear Dumbledore if he does his job properly and doesn't hurt his students?...
Luciernagas
That One Guy...
- Pronouns
- He/Him/Daddy
How do the cards work? Like does it stay in a saved slot until he is ready to absorb/remove it or is there a time frame until they disappear. That because if it is the former option then he should of gotten it and then decide on what to do on a later date.
Edit: I meant the seerer card
Edit: I meant the seerer card
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- Location
- Morocco
- Pronouns
- Nameless
In Harry Potter fanfiction, Dumbledore is seen in many ways, some writers see a dark mastermind looking to manipulate harry or a giant idiot, it really depends on what LargeFarva wants to portray, but I think he will go for the average Dumbledore and not the more extreme iterations.
What this means is that Dumbledore may have hired Lockhart because he knew he was incompetent, and him suddenly being competent will ruin his plan (if he is evil Dumbledore), second would be if Lockhart hurts his studens, Dumbledore will gladly get rid of him because of the debacle that happened last year, with DADA professor being a Voldemort minion.
Uh ... I think he's just weary of Dumbledore because Lockhart is literally a fraud that used illegal memory charms on the 'actual heroes' to steal their thunder and become famous. Albus being the public's literal paragon of Good means that Gilderoy believes he would expose and apprehend him if he ever became aware of that fact.
Trying to outwit Dumbledore is a bit of a fool's errand, he's very intelligent, cunning, wise and experienced in dealing with intrigue.
Life has also humbled him considerably from his youth so trying to play on his pride is a dangerous game.
I understand why Lockheart is fearful given he's sort of locked in to faking it until he makes it.
Life has also humbled him considerably from his youth so trying to play on his pride is a dangerous game.
I understand why Lockheart is fearful given he's sort of locked in to faking it until he makes it.
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- A big rock
The dashing rogue knows that the most effective means of subterfuge is to make your enemies believe you are more incompetent then you are, the most effective means of advancement within a court is to appear more competent then you are.
The dashing rogue knows that the most effective means of avoiding execution is to not enter situations where you can be executed, but the truth of the world is that one is rarely in such a situation, it thus becomes the perogotative of the dashing rogue to make others not wish to execute him.
The dashing rogue knows that within the court, the most effective means of avoiding malice is neither the apperance of competence or incompetence, but of usefulness. Too incompetent and you become a liability, too competent and you become a threat. A tool, or rather a useful one, does what is needed of it, and it does it well, it is agreeable and comfortable to make use of.
The dashing rogue knows that his deception, while an excellent defense, lacks depth and so, a more composite defense must be prepared. When he is discovered, and any wise man plans to be discovered , though he hopes not to be, he must reveal his second defense, he must reveal his competence, but he must also reveal false incompetence and a new usefulness, he must demonstrate his deception while replacing it with another.
He may present his deception as a defense for a coward, rather than for a rogue, or he may present himself as a cynical scavenger, without a greater design ( whether or not he has a plan, he should protect where it might one day grow). It matters not the deception within the deception, simply that he present himself as merely a new identity for a piece on the board, and not another player.
A true rogue is aware that every player has a piece, and the most of the board and most of the pieces are hidden,but the dastardly schemer does not,even the most devious think to only be aware of another player with a face just like his,and so he will be taken in by your defense, at least for a time.
The dashing rogue knows that the most effective means of avoiding execution is to not enter situations where you can be executed, but the truth of the world is that one is rarely in such a situation, it thus becomes the perogotative of the dashing rogue to make others not wish to execute him.
The dashing rogue knows that within the court, the most effective means of avoiding malice is neither the apperance of competence or incompetence, but of usefulness. Too incompetent and you become a liability, too competent and you become a threat. A tool, or rather a useful one, does what is needed of it, and it does it well, it is agreeable and comfortable to make use of.
The dashing rogue knows that his deception, while an excellent defense, lacks depth and so, a more composite defense must be prepared. When he is discovered, and any wise man plans to be discovered , though he hopes not to be, he must reveal his second defense, he must reveal his competence, but he must also reveal false incompetence and a new usefulness, he must demonstrate his deception while replacing it with another.
He may present his deception as a defense for a coward, rather than for a rogue, or he may present himself as a cynical scavenger, without a greater design ( whether or not he has a plan, he should protect where it might one day grow). It matters not the deception within the deception, simply that he present himself as merely a new identity for a piece on the board, and not another player.
A true rogue is aware that every player has a piece, and the most of the board and most of the pieces are hidden,but the dastardly schemer does not,even the most devious think to only be aware of another player with a face just like his,and so he will be taken in by your defense, at least for a time.
Ch. 12
***You know this is Raw!***
Jacob Thompson excitedly made his way into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with the rest of his fellow Hufflepuffs. The new professor was rather famous for his adventures and should prove to be a higher quality teacher than what Jacob was used to.
The past six Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors has ranged from atrocious to decent in terms of teaching ability. Regardless of which professor he thought of, Jacob couldn't confidently say he really learned from their class. He credits the study groups arranged by his house-mates as the only reason he was able to scrape by with an Acceptable during his Ordinary Wizarding Level examination.
The only good thing about having a new professor each year was that all students with a passing O.W.L. grade were eligible to enter N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Many considered that a double-edged sword, since the rotation of professors could be attributed as the cause for all the low scores.
With hopes of a famous wizard teaching Defense, Jacob strolled into the classroom with hopes for a better year. The excited group of students nearly came to a halt as they entered Classroom 3C. There once familiar classroom resembled a muggle museum with all the skeletons and stuffed beasts. There was even a ten-foot-tall stuffed mountain troll!
As the students were gazing at the various skeletons, the Ravenclaw group arrived. Without preamble, the 'Claws joined in on inspecting the new displays. Jacob wasn't really sure why some of the skeletons were still in cages.
"This is like a muggle hunting lodge," one of the 'Claws said in awe to the murmured agreement of several other voices.
"I've found that books, while greatly beneficial, are a poor substitute for hands-on experience," a cheerful baritone voice explained.
Jacob turned to the voice with the rest of the class. Posed beside a crowded desk, was a fairly tall and handsome wizard. Dressed in expensive robes of rich blue and coiffed blonde hair, Jacob couldn't help a tinge of jealousy at the man's looks. Especially when a seemingly perfect smile was cast over the group of students.
"Find a seat everyone," the presumed professor suddenly called out. "We have much to do and only two hours to get it down," the richly dressed wizard announced over the quickly shuffling seventh-years.
Much to Jacob's chagrin, the first few rows of seats were filled almost immediately. Most of those seats were taken by girls casting the new professor looks of adoration. Another well-deserved spike of jealously hit Jacob in the gut.
The moment everyone was seated, the blond-haired professor moved in front of the teacher's desk with enviable grace. "I, am Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, adventurer, author, and now your Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor!" The newly identified professor said in a way of introduction.
Jacob carefully watched Professor Lockhart scan the room with a smile on his face. Jacob wasn't sure if the professor was attempting to do a headcount, or bask in the looks of adoration some of his peers were giving him. After a look of unease briefly flashed over Professor Lockhart's face at some of the looks the girls were giving him, Jacob was inclined to believe the professor was just trying to do a headcount.
"Now, please hold up your summer homework," Professor Lockhart said with a slight frown. Jacob couldn't help smiling at the thought of someone else being annoyed at the thought of homework over the holidays.
Once everyone was holding up their version of homework, Professor Lockhart casually waved a hand and every parchment was snatched from the owners' hands. Another wave and the homework folded into a neat stack and settled onto an open corner of his desk.
Jacob wasn't the only one to get excited at the display of wandless magic and murmuring broke out over the classroom. The students have seen such displays on numerous occasions during their time at Hogwarts, but never have they seen it wandlessly. Things were looking promising for this year's Defense Class.
Another wave of his hand and some of Jacob's enthusiasm died as a parchment flew to every student. He instantly knew what this new paper was, a test.
"Have no fear," Professor Lockhart merrily stated. "This is just a quick review of what each of you should have already mastered. It will not be used as part of your grade, but I highly encourage you to do your best. The more comfortable I am with everyone's current mastery, the more time we can dedicate to advance magic!"
Jacob glanced between the test resting on his desk and the professor making his way to his own chair. Professor Lockhart picked up a leather-bound book and opened it to a marked page before curiously looking back over the class.
"You only have fifteen minutes to impress me. Chop Chop," Professor Lockhart said before returning to his own book.
Now given the go-ahead, Jacob dove into his bag and began gathering his quill and ink. Jacob didn't think he would be able to 'impress' the new professor, but he would still try his best.
A relieved sigh echoes over the room as people began reading the first few questions. They were rather simple for a seventh-year and were more focused on practical application and understanding. Of course, the ease of the questions didn't last long and an air of frustration fell over the room.
A quick glance around the room confirmed Jacob wasn't the only one having trouble with the review test. It wasn't just his fellow Hufflepuffs with looks of despair, but even many of the Ravenclaws' held looks of deep contemplation as they attempted to remember everything they could.
"Times up! Quills down," the enthusiastic voice of Professor Lockhart echoed around the room. Jacob could only disappointedly stare at his own test before it went flying off his desk towards the professor. He was barely able to answer half of the questions.
Before anyone could register what was happening, another parchment fell on everyone's desk. Despite his feelings towards his performance on the review test, Jacob looked over the new paper sitting before him.
"Take the next few moments to read over the notes I just gave you," Professor Lockhart cheerfully announced to the quiet class. "Once you feel comfortable, feel free to give it a shot!"
Jacob glanced up at the famous author as he took his seat and began looking over the review tests. Jacob couldn't help thinking about how it was too early in the day to feel so disappointed in school work.
Taking a peek at his fellow classmates, Jacob was taken aback by the varied reactions to the newest paper to fall on their desks. Picking up his own sheet, Jacob read the title listed at the top of the page, Occlumency. He's never heard of the word. With renewed curiosity, Jacob follows the professor's instructions and beings reading and is quickly captivated by the parchment's content. If it is real, then Occlumency should be a must for every witch and wizard!
Jacob was on his second read-through when the insistent snapping of fingers echoed through the room. "Eyes on me, please," Professor Lockhart said as a means to gain everyone's attention.
Looking up from his reading, Jacob took in the sight of Lockhart leaning against the front of the professor's desk, with a slight frown marring his features. Another wave of disappointment washed over Jacob at the look on the new professor's face.
"Well," Professor Lockhart began, "we are not quite where I hoped to be, but never fear, this is nothing I can't handle!" With a new smile on his face, the professor pushed off his desk and stood heroically before everyone. "Now, first on the...," Professor Lockhart began before his attention was drawn to Meliny Thornsberry, a cute Ravenclaw in the front row, desperately waving her arm to his attention.
"Yes?" the professor tentatively asked.
"Professor Lockhart," Meliny began as she pushed her glasses further up her nose, "Why haven't I ever heard of Occlumency before?"
Professor Lockhart stared at the muggle-born witch for a brief moment with a blank look on his face. As a smile began to fill the professor's face again, he moved to stand a bit closer to Meliny. "That is a rather broad question, with dozens of possible answers," Lockhart cordially stated with an undeniably charming smile.
Despite the reddening of her cheeks, Meliny swiftly rephrased her question. "I meant, why haven't we be taught Occlumency before, professor?"
"Well, I can only assume it hasn't been taught due to its difficulty to master and the fact the Ministry doesn't test for it," Professor Lockhart answered.
"But professor," Jacob couldn't help but speak up, "if the Ministry doesn't require us to learn Occlumency, why are we wasting precious time learning it? We should be preparing for the N.E.W.T.," Jacob finished to the agreement of many of his peers.
Jacob watched as the professor placed his hands on his hips and gave the class a reassuring smile. "Never fear, my young students," Lockhart loudly proclaimed. "I have spent a great deal of time and effort in preparing a course that will ensure all of you are prepared for your N.E.W.T. come this May.
"But, as your Defense Professor, I would be remiss if I didn't include Occlumency into your repertoires. It is the most important thing one can do to defend their mind," Professor Lockhart finished with a heavy tone of importance.
"You see class, Occlumency has many benefits, and is even required for many wizarding professions, such as Auror and Curse-Breaker," Lockhart explained. "Not only does it prevent others from using Legilimency to read your mind, but once mastered, can even increase the ease of dealing with dementors, boggarts, and many types of curses.
"Once sufficiently mastered, it can even improve your control over your emotions and increase memory retention," the blond professor stated. "Why, with all the benefits, I would feel negligent in my duties if I didn't teach Occlumency," Lockhart said to the eager class.
Jacob had to admit, it did sound important. As the realization of the amount of work he's going to have to put in to prepare for this coming May, Jacob couldn't help releasing another sigh in defeat. As Jacob turned his attention back to Professor Lockhart, he couldn't help the gloomy thoughts of not being able to pull Mya into a broom closet as much as he did last year.
Jacob Thompson excitedly made his way into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with the rest of his fellow Hufflepuffs. The new professor was rather famous for his adventures and should prove to be a higher quality teacher than what Jacob was used to.
The past six Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors has ranged from atrocious to decent in terms of teaching ability. Regardless of which professor he thought of, Jacob couldn't confidently say he really learned from their class. He credits the study groups arranged by his house-mates as the only reason he was able to scrape by with an Acceptable during his Ordinary Wizarding Level examination.
The only good thing about having a new professor each year was that all students with a passing O.W.L. grade were eligible to enter N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Many considered that a double-edged sword, since the rotation of professors could be attributed as the cause for all the low scores.
With hopes of a famous wizard teaching Defense, Jacob strolled into the classroom with hopes for a better year. The excited group of students nearly came to a halt as they entered Classroom 3C. There once familiar classroom resembled a muggle museum with all the skeletons and stuffed beasts. There was even a ten-foot-tall stuffed mountain troll!
As the students were gazing at the various skeletons, the Ravenclaw group arrived. Without preamble, the 'Claws joined in on inspecting the new displays. Jacob wasn't really sure why some of the skeletons were still in cages.
"This is like a muggle hunting lodge," one of the 'Claws said in awe to the murmured agreement of several other voices.
"I've found that books, while greatly beneficial, are a poor substitute for hands-on experience," a cheerful baritone voice explained.
Jacob turned to the voice with the rest of the class. Posed beside a crowded desk, was a fairly tall and handsome wizard. Dressed in expensive robes of rich blue and coiffed blonde hair, Jacob couldn't help a tinge of jealousy at the man's looks. Especially when a seemingly perfect smile was cast over the group of students.
"Find a seat everyone," the presumed professor suddenly called out. "We have much to do and only two hours to get it down," the richly dressed wizard announced over the quickly shuffling seventh-years.
Much to Jacob's chagrin, the first few rows of seats were filled almost immediately. Most of those seats were taken by girls casting the new professor looks of adoration. Another well-deserved spike of jealously hit Jacob in the gut.
The moment everyone was seated, the blond-haired professor moved in front of the teacher's desk with enviable grace. "I, am Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, adventurer, author, and now your Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor!" The newly identified professor said in a way of introduction.
Jacob carefully watched Professor Lockhart scan the room with a smile on his face. Jacob wasn't sure if the professor was attempting to do a headcount, or bask in the looks of adoration some of his peers were giving him. After a look of unease briefly flashed over Professor Lockhart's face at some of the looks the girls were giving him, Jacob was inclined to believe the professor was just trying to do a headcount.
"Now, please hold up your summer homework," Professor Lockhart said with a slight frown. Jacob couldn't help smiling at the thought of someone else being annoyed at the thought of homework over the holidays.
Once everyone was holding up their version of homework, Professor Lockhart casually waved a hand and every parchment was snatched from the owners' hands. Another wave and the homework folded into a neat stack and settled onto an open corner of his desk.
Jacob wasn't the only one to get excited at the display of wandless magic and murmuring broke out over the classroom. The students have seen such displays on numerous occasions during their time at Hogwarts, but never have they seen it wandlessly. Things were looking promising for this year's Defense Class.
Another wave of his hand and some of Jacob's enthusiasm died as a parchment flew to every student. He instantly knew what this new paper was, a test.
"Have no fear," Professor Lockhart merrily stated. "This is just a quick review of what each of you should have already mastered. It will not be used as part of your grade, but I highly encourage you to do your best. The more comfortable I am with everyone's current mastery, the more time we can dedicate to advance magic!"
Jacob glanced between the test resting on his desk and the professor making his way to his own chair. Professor Lockhart picked up a leather-bound book and opened it to a marked page before curiously looking back over the class.
"You only have fifteen minutes to impress me. Chop Chop," Professor Lockhart said before returning to his own book.
Now given the go-ahead, Jacob dove into his bag and began gathering his quill and ink. Jacob didn't think he would be able to 'impress' the new professor, but he would still try his best.
A relieved sigh echoes over the room as people began reading the first few questions. They were rather simple for a seventh-year and were more focused on practical application and understanding. Of course, the ease of the questions didn't last long and an air of frustration fell over the room.
A quick glance around the room confirmed Jacob wasn't the only one having trouble with the review test. It wasn't just his fellow Hufflepuffs with looks of despair, but even many of the Ravenclaws' held looks of deep contemplation as they attempted to remember everything they could.
"Times up! Quills down," the enthusiastic voice of Professor Lockhart echoed around the room. Jacob could only disappointedly stare at his own test before it went flying off his desk towards the professor. He was barely able to answer half of the questions.
Before anyone could register what was happening, another parchment fell on everyone's desk. Despite his feelings towards his performance on the review test, Jacob looked over the new paper sitting before him.
"Take the next few moments to read over the notes I just gave you," Professor Lockhart cheerfully announced to the quiet class. "Once you feel comfortable, feel free to give it a shot!"
Jacob glanced up at the famous author as he took his seat and began looking over the review tests. Jacob couldn't help thinking about how it was too early in the day to feel so disappointed in school work.
Taking a peek at his fellow classmates, Jacob was taken aback by the varied reactions to the newest paper to fall on their desks. Picking up his own sheet, Jacob read the title listed at the top of the page, Occlumency. He's never heard of the word. With renewed curiosity, Jacob follows the professor's instructions and beings reading and is quickly captivated by the parchment's content. If it is real, then Occlumency should be a must for every witch and wizard!
Jacob was on his second read-through when the insistent snapping of fingers echoed through the room. "Eyes on me, please," Professor Lockhart said as a means to gain everyone's attention.
Looking up from his reading, Jacob took in the sight of Lockhart leaning against the front of the professor's desk, with a slight frown marring his features. Another wave of disappointment washed over Jacob at the look on the new professor's face.
"Well," Professor Lockhart began, "we are not quite where I hoped to be, but never fear, this is nothing I can't handle!" With a new smile on his face, the professor pushed off his desk and stood heroically before everyone. "Now, first on the...," Professor Lockhart began before his attention was drawn to Meliny Thornsberry, a cute Ravenclaw in the front row, desperately waving her arm to his attention.
"Yes?" the professor tentatively asked.
"Professor Lockhart," Meliny began as she pushed her glasses further up her nose, "Why haven't I ever heard of Occlumency before?"
Professor Lockhart stared at the muggle-born witch for a brief moment with a blank look on his face. As a smile began to fill the professor's face again, he moved to stand a bit closer to Meliny. "That is a rather broad question, with dozens of possible answers," Lockhart cordially stated with an undeniably charming smile.
Despite the reddening of her cheeks, Meliny swiftly rephrased her question. "I meant, why haven't we be taught Occlumency before, professor?"
"Well, I can only assume it hasn't been taught due to its difficulty to master and the fact the Ministry doesn't test for it," Professor Lockhart answered.
"But professor," Jacob couldn't help but speak up, "if the Ministry doesn't require us to learn Occlumency, why are we wasting precious time learning it? We should be preparing for the N.E.W.T.," Jacob finished to the agreement of many of his peers.
Jacob watched as the professor placed his hands on his hips and gave the class a reassuring smile. "Never fear, my young students," Lockhart loudly proclaimed. "I have spent a great deal of time and effort in preparing a course that will ensure all of you are prepared for your N.E.W.T. come this May.
"But, as your Defense Professor, I would be remiss if I didn't include Occlumency into your repertoires. It is the most important thing one can do to defend their mind," Professor Lockhart finished with a heavy tone of importance.
"You see class, Occlumency has many benefits, and is even required for many wizarding professions, such as Auror and Curse-Breaker," Lockhart explained. "Not only does it prevent others from using Legilimency to read your mind, but once mastered, can even increase the ease of dealing with dementors, boggarts, and many types of curses.
"Once sufficiently mastered, it can even improve your control over your emotions and increase memory retention," the blond professor stated. "Why, with all the benefits, I would feel negligent in my duties if I didn't teach Occlumency," Lockhart said to the eager class.
Jacob had to admit, it did sound important. As the realization of the amount of work he's going to have to put in to prepare for this coming May, Jacob couldn't help releasing another sigh in defeat. As Jacob turned his attention back to Professor Lockhart, he couldn't help the gloomy thoughts of not being able to pull Mya into a broom closet as much as he did last year.
Interesting thing to start teaching to his students, Definitely feel that it is a magical must but i wonder if he is going to start teaching it to all levels or just those above NEWT or OWL. One thing im sure is that Snape and Dumbeldore are going to have a mixed bag of feelings over this and that it is going to be very clear which students parents spent the time to have their heirs learn how to protect their mind.