Hogwarts Bastard Professor

A thrilling Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson left Harry and the other young wizards buzzing, each rewarded with a piece of chocolate. 

"This is the best way to soothe a troubled mind. Have some chocolate—and if you need more, just come find me," Lockhart said with his usual flair, ever the charismatic figure. "Honeydukes specially made these Lockhart-signature chocolates. If you look closely, you'll see my autograph on the back." 

Hermione, about to unwrap hers, quickly smoothed out the wrapper's creases and slipped it carefully into her robe pocket when no one was looking. 

A signed chocolate from her idol? Pure bliss. 

She couldn't believe she'd eaten the last one he gave her without a second thought. What a mistake! 

She treasured these things. At the start-of-term feast, Lockhart had signed her copy of Magical Me, and she kept it under her pillow, her nightly companion. (Original book detail) 

Harry and Ron exchanged a strange look. 

Signed chocolate? 

In the past, they might've mocked such flamboyance, but for some reason, they now felt… maybe Lockhart deserved the hype. 

Either way, the lesson was over. 

Professor McGonagall, swamped with work, left first, and the young wizards started heading out. 

Lockhart deliberately called Draco back, which made Harry, Ron, and Hermione linger, walking slowly to eavesdrop. 

"Next lesson, you can bring Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle along," Lockhart said. 

Draco blinked, a hint of disdain crossing his face. "Crabbe and Goyle? To your class?" 

Lockhart smiled and nodded. "Their simple minds don't mean they lack potential in magic. Quite the opposite—I think they're more wizardly, more magical. They've got loads of potential." 

Draco looked thoughtful, then hesitated, a bit embarrassed. "Professor, could I also bring Pansy Parkinson?" 

Pansy was his girlfriend—childhood sweetheart, perfectly matched, approved by both families. 

Lockhart burst into hearty laughter, making the proud young Malfoy blush furiously. 

"Of course," Lockhart said, clapping Draco on the shoulder. 

Teaching without prejudice, expanding his influence—why not? 

But with one extra person, the group wouldn't pair up neatly for practice. So, he called out to the trio dawdling nearby. "Hermione, next lesson, you can recommend a student to join us." 

Hermione opened her mouth to say she didn't have anyone to suggest—her social circle was pretty much just Harry and Ron. But Ron gave her a subtle nudge, and Harry whispered urgently, prompting her to nod. "Okay." 

Harry and Ron weren't about to let Draco's crew outnumber their own! 

Lockhart was pleased. 

It looked like the "Duelling Club" was about to grow. 

His plan for his time teaching at Hogwarts was always to build connections. 

Valuable allies weren't just the professors. 

History taught that charm alone didn't build real influence—you had to back it up with skill. 

So, for the next week, outside of "regular classes," the "Duelling Club," and the "N.E.W.T. prep course," Lockhart spent nearly all his time practicing the three spells he'd mastered. 

The Memory Charm from the original Lockhart. 

And the Healing Charm and Summoning Charm from the "Forest Witch." 

The results were impressive! 

As his casting became smoother and his mindset more attuned, he felt a unique, deep connection forming with his wand. 

It was as if the wand's inherent traits—crafted from apple wood and unicorn tail hair—were gradually aligning with his body and soul, molding to him. 

This progress made his spells more polished and effective. 

The Healing Charm, "Flower Healing," had improved with relentless practice and by drawing on the Forest Witch's experience from her memories. Now, it could treat larger external wounds and minor internal injuries. 

The Summoning Charm, "Pack of Grey Wolves," could still only summon one wolf, but it no longer vanished after three seconds. It could now fetch trash and toss it into the bin in the corner. 

The catch? 

Both spells required a forest—or at least vibrant, living trees—to work. 

This explained why the Forest Witch instinctively transformed her surroundings when in unfamiliar places. 

The spells were powerful but limited. 

Lockhart was thrilled regardless, spending every spare moment in his office casting spells over and over, never tiring of it. 

It wasn't diligence—it was obsession, like being hooked on a game. He couldn't resist casting spells, marveling and rejoicing with each one. 

His little golden creature loved the summoned grey wolf, often hopping onto its head to ride it. 

So Lockhart turned the wolf and flower spells into a playful game for himself and his pet, the two of them laughing uproariously. 

Magic brought joy. 

That was its greatest meaning to Lockhart. 

Having crossed into this magical world, facing the life ahead, he'd arrived with enthusiasm and would leave with joy—nothing could be more fulfilling. 

And it wasn't just the Forest Witch's spells. The original Lockhart's top-tier Memory Charm was just as fun. 

He'd discovered something particularly fascinating! 

When viewing a memory in his mind, he experienced it through the memory owner's senses. 

But when he placed it in the Pensieve, he could detach from their perspective! (Original book detail) 

Take the first memory he'd experimented with—an old wizard sleeping. The memory included a scene of the original Lockhart stealing it! 

The Pensieve was a remarkable creation, allowing him to step into the time and place of the memory with ease. 

Of course, it had limits. 

Lockhart tried wandering within the memory and found he couldn't stray far from the scene. In the old wizard's sleeping memory, he could walk the streets, overhear drunken ramblings, but he couldn't enter other houses or leave the small Spanish town. 

Still, it was thrilling! 

Exploring someone else's memory was a uniquely fairytale-like adventure. 

Happy times always passed quickly. 

A few days later, Professor McGonagall received a reply from her nephew, confirming the dark creature in the castle was a "Wronged Fairy." 

Knowing was one thing, but finding a wizard skilled enough to deal with such a creature was no easy task. 

So McGonagall turned to Lockhart for help. 

The nephew, young Eckert, was sincere, promising in his letter that if Lockhart could assist, he'd earn the friendship of the Eckert family. 

This was a huge opportunity for his future. 

The Eckert family's influence spanned the European wizarding world—a connection that could prove invaluable. 

There was a practical reward, too: Lockhart could choose any magical artifact or rare book from their family's prized collection. 

These weren't items you could find on the market. 

It was an irresistible deal. 

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