Chapter 122: No One Can Be Saved (Edited)

"Time's up, everyone, put down your pens." When the time was up, Tom clapped his hands and collected all the little wizards' exam papers.

There was a lot of ruckus on the stage and many little wizards were talking to each other. Ron also turned to Harry and said, "Harry, what do you think? I think the questions are okay, but I'm not sure about the werewolf one. "

"I don't think so... I remember that fresh wounds from werewolf bites can be healed with a mixture of silver powder and fresh white air, but there's nothing written about werewolves being afraid of silver..." Neville, who was sitting across from him, turned his head and joined the discussion, and it was clear that for a young wizard from a family of wizards, these questions were a bit of general knowledge.

"That's what they say in non-magical circles, and they believe that vampires are also held back by silver and birchwood." said Harry, rather sullenly.

"Oh? is that so?" judged Ron, "Then I probably shouldn't have made that choice. But that's over, we'll wait for the results to come in."

Ron regained his optimism, and also lowered his voice to begin his tirade against Lockhart, "Really, there hasn't been a professor who gave an exam in the first class of the term since my parents' generation, and I think this is the first time in the entire history of Hogwarts that Lockhart has done so."

Neville comforted Harry, he could see that Harry hadn't done very well this time.

In the front row, Hermione was also discussing the answers to the questions with her friends.

"Let's see, A and C for the first question, the famous dark wizard is Grindelwald not Grindylow, they like to eat fish but occasionally attack humans who fall into the water, A and D for the second question, there is a big difference between a werewolf and a wolf, it's like the difference between mercury and silver, and werewolves have a five star rating, extremely dangerous..."

"Huh? "Ah! "Oh!"

Voices were still ringing around Hermione.

"Hermione, you know so much!" exclaimed Lisa Turpin.

Lisa's compliment made Hermione's cheeks flush, "It's nothing, I'm just dead studying too-".

"Alright, children," Tom, dressed as Lockhart, picked up the papers and arranged them on the podium before clapping his hands together, "I'm sure some of you won't have done very well on this exam, but what I've tested is common sense! If you don't know that, then you should reflect on whether you have read too few books."

Tom paused, glancing at the faces of the young wizards with his head down, "But it's not too late to read. I asked you to buy some of my books before school started, and although they have a lot of stilted words in them for literary reasons, there's no doubting the authenticity of the stories, and it would be good for you to read them."

"I have heard that some of you spend a great deal of time in the library after class, and I think you should learn from her: if you went to the library as often as she does, you would not be unable to pass a pop quiz." Tom's eyes landed on Hermione, causing her to blush profusely.

She could feel everyone else looking at her, but she also thought that Professor Lockhart seemed to be looking at her a little strangely... and some of his little movements and tone were really familiar....

"To encourage that good learning in Hermione, I have decided to give Ravenclaw ten extra points."

Hermione's eyes widened with surprise: this was the first time she had ever been given extra points for her fondness for going to the library.

Once Tom had exhausted his extra credit for the lesson, he pulled a copy of "Walks with Werewolves" from under the lectern, which he placed on the stand.

"Today's homework is-" He paused, waiting for the little wizards' lamentations to pass-"To read the first three chapters of "Walks with Werewolves." Those who have already read it may continue."

The young wizards were relieved: at least the task was easy today.

Tom suddenly remembered that he hadn't told them the final exam grades, but decided to wait until the next class: it's always good to keep surprises for a few more days.

Tom put his things away and prepared to leave the class early, before looking at the group and saying with a smile, "But don't worry if they don't do well on the exam, it's not an important part of the final exam..."

The young magicians: yes!

"... because there will be many tests during the course".

Little witches: "..."

"Okay, class is over!" Tom rushed out of the classroom with his bag, running away as fast as a college professor. Leaving a room full of wide-eyed little witches: their expressions were desperate.

Many, many tests! These three words are exasperating.

Although the questions were not difficult, but annoying. As for the young wizards like Harry, their faces were so desperate that Harry felt he had already failed the class.

What the young wizards thought was none of Tom's business.At the moment, he was happily walking down the hall. He hadn't expected to be a good teacher, and Tom was even a bit of an addict.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall was passing by.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall!"

"Hello, Gilderoy." Professor McGonagall hated Lockhart, he was her colleague after all, and she couldn't ignore him, so she could only bite the bullet and take the initiative to greet him.

"You have a class later, don't you? Then I won't bother you." Tom wore a wide grin and raised his paper to Professor McGonagall, "I have to get on with my homework too."

"Well, ah, yes?!" Professor McGonagall had already planned to automatically filter out Lockhart's nonsense, but this time Lockhart was leaving without saying anything.

"Wait a minute, what's that thing you're holding?" Professor McGonagall saw the paper in Tom's hand and was confused: could she have picked it up on the first day of class? Or had she asked the students to write something in class?

"It's an exam paper."

Professor McGonagall: "???"

"To find out the level of the students, I gave them a series of tests to do, which I went back and corrected. This is still the inspiration Professor Snape gave me!"

Professor McGonagall: "!!!"

Did this suddenly seem like a good idea to her? The first thing she wanted to do was to borrow it, but she also got to thinking: she taught Transfiguration, so how could she improve it?

Seeing that Professor McGonagall had no intention of answering, Tom headed for her office, he had a class later.

But one of the advantages of being a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was that you could teach one thing in the seventh grade, and the content was varied and constantly changing.

Teachers of other subjects, who had been teaching for decades, had already developed a fixed system of teaching, such as Professor McGonagall's cat change and Snape's random questions. The point is that they teach progressively, with different content for each grade. If a new teacher comes in, you have to prepare seven lessons and answer seven sets of questions...

It's a different story with Defense Against the Dark Arts, where teachers change from year to year, resulting in a lack of structure and confusion, with students relying on perception and self-learning. In his first class, little Crouch taught the Unforgivable curse, and there was no problem, the new teacher would have been lucky to teach the class correctly, what more is needed!

Tom departed, leaving a classroom full of desperate young wizards, and this desperation spread quickly, especially at lunchtime in the large dining room, where the chatter of the young wizards was listened to attentively, there were three words of high frequency: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lockhart and exam correction in class.

No one, from seventh-year graduates to first-years, could escape or stay away.

The effect of this massive AOE was startling. Students who had taken Defense Against the Dark Arts in the morning were in great demand, and if it weren't for the professors sitting at the staff table, the large dining hall would have been a mess.

Even so, students from both houses were still talking and whispering, not bothering to eat the food in front of them.

"Granger, do you remember anything from this morning's exam?"

"Hermione, do you have the answers to this morning's exam?"

"Hermione, the answer..."

Many students turned their attention to Hermione, the infamous bookworm, exam participant and excellent student, whose answers were essentially the standard ones.

Hermione was in a very difficult position: this was undoubtedly cheating and would cause great injustice, but there were too many people asking.

Tom could see it clearly from the podium, so he pulled out a piece of paper, wrote a line on it, then pulled out his wand and clicked it, and the note turned into a beetle. He then whispered to Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, and with a happy smile, he nodded and cast a spell on the beetle as well.

The beetle crawled quickly towards Hermione.

The small movement attracted Professor Sprout's attention.

"What are you two talking about? You're having a good laugh." She asked her former colleague, Professor Flitwick. As for Lockhart, she didn't want to talk to him at the moment: she was very distressed that Lockhart had crashed his flying car into the old school tree, the Boxing Willow, and that she was the one who had finally dealt with it.

"Professor Lockhart tested the students this morning, and it seems that the other students have been very attentive to the content of the test." said Professor Flitwick as he looked at Professor Sprout.

"That's cheating!" Professor McGonagall was furious when she heard this, "How can these people on stage know what's on the test in advance? I'm going to..."

But Tom and Flitwick stopped her.

"It's nothing, match the answers, no problem." Tom looked at the young wizards in the large dining room and smiled kindly.