Harry Potter as Error Gilderoy Lockhart

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Defence Against the Dark Arts Class

"Welcome back, fourth and fifth year students."

I stood in front of them at the blackboard, making sure everyone was listening.

"Today's lesson won't be easier than the last one. It will be a bit heavy, but it's important."

I said that with a slight smile, putting my hands behind my back.

"Before we begin, does anyone have any questions?"

Diggory raised his hand; he was sitting in the second row.

"Professor, why haven't we started practical training yet? The first, second, and third years began from the first lesson."

I nodded my head slightly.

"Good question. The younger years only learn how to survive if they face something dark. How to defend themselves until they reach safety. But you are supposed to train to face these creatures or dark wizards and stop them. For that, you need more knowledge, more spells, and better physical strength. That's why I gave you all the theory quickly so we can focus entirely on practical training from now on."

I looked at the rest of the students. Some of them were exchanging looks, some of them didn't look fully convinced.

"If there are no other questions… let's begin."

I gestured to them with my hand and said calmly,

"Follow me."

I heard some faint murmuring behind me as I walked towards the door. I went out first, then heard their footsteps slowly following. Some of them were still trying to guess what was going to happen.

We reached the Quidditch pitch. I stood at the edge and turned to face them. They were standing in a half-circle in front of me.

One of them spoke up from the back,

"Professor, why are we here?"

I said simply as I pointed to the wide ground,

"Because today we start practical training. I told you I finished the theory. Now it's time to move. I want each of you to run around the pitch five times."

Silence for a moment, then a loud voice,

"Five laps?!"

Other voices followed, some grumbling, some whispering something to their friends.

Fred Weasley stepped forward, arms crossed,

"Professor, I play for the Quidditch team. Even I don't run that much at once!"

I raised my eyebrows slightly and looked at the rest of the students.

"Do you all agree with him?"

Angelina Johnson raised her hand and stepped forward, saying firmly,

"Yes, Professor. Everyone thinks it's too much."

I took a short breath and said,

"Not my problem."

Silence again. Some of them exchanged silent looks as if checking if they heard me right.

I said in a calm but clear voice,

"Listen carefully. No one in the real world will stand still while you cast your spells at them comfortably. Dark wizards and dark creatures move. They fight. They chase. No one gives you time to cast a new Shield Charm every second. There are things shields can't block at all, like the three Unforgivable Curses. That's why you need to know how to move. How to run. How to retreat quickly or get close quickly. Fighting isn't just words and spells, it's movement."

One of them raised their voice from the back,

"But Professor… five laps at once is too hard!"

I looked at him calmly,

"When did I say you have to finish them all at once? When you're tired, take a five-minute break. Then continue. But no one leaves the pitch before finishing all five laps. Even if the lesson is over. Understood?"

No one answered. The silence was answer enough.

I gestured to them with my hand,

"Start now."

At first, some of them moved slowly. Some pretended they were running but were barely taking quick steps.

I stood in place watching them. After a few minutes, some of them started to show signs of exhaustion. I heard heavy breathing and faint laughter.

I shouted,

"Weasley! Keep running and don't slow down."

After a few minutes,

"Fletcher! Break's over. Get back to running now."

A few moments later, I noticed Fred Weasley jumping over some floating stones near the pitch.

"Weasley! Get down from the stones immediately!"

A bit later,

"Miss Burke! Break's over. Keep running."

Then I shouted louder when I noticed some of them deliberately slowing down,

"Wwwweeeaaasley!

Run now or I'll bring you a werewolf to chase you!"

End of the Lesson

When the time was up, some students were lying on the grass, others sat leaning on each other trying to catch their breath. Most of them were dripping with sweat, and some girls had their hands on their heads trying to ignore everything around them.

I said to them calmly,

"Very good. An extra point for each of you because you tried. Your homework from now on: one lap around the pitch every day. Understood?"

I didn't expect an answer and no one replied anyway. They just stared at me with tired eyes, completely drained of energy.

I turned around and left them there, heading back to the castle, already thinking about other things.

In the Headmaster's Office

"You have a son?"

Dumbledore said that suddenly, looking at me from behind his desk, his eyebrows raised and his half-moon glasses sliding slightly down his nose.

I nodded my head calmly.

"Yes. I haven't told anyone about him before. I didn't want people to know about him before he even knows how to use his wand. His name didn't appear in the Book of Admittance because he was born in France, and he was supposed to study there, but at that time circumstances made me keep him and teach him at home."

Dumbledore kept staring at me for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"And I suppose those circumstances have ended now that you're here?"

I said,

"Yes, they're over. And since I'm teaching here now, I want to bring him to Hogwarts. I want him to start directly in second year."

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses a bit on his nose, then smiled a short smile as he looked down at the papers in front of him.

"No problem at all. This isn't the first time we accept a student whose name wasn't in the Book or who didn't attend a magic school before. What's his name?"

"Tom."

I said that clearly while watching his reaction.

He repeated the name "Tom" on his lips as if testing how it sounded.

"Tom… simple and nice name. When will Tom come to Hogwarts?"

"A few days from now, if you allow me. I need a short break until the next lesson to help him get ready."

Dumbledore nodded his head in agreement.

"No problem. You have enough time. Just make sure you're back before your next class."

"Of course, thank you."

I said that seriously, then added as I looked at him,

"That means a lot to me."

Dumbledore gave his usual smile that never fully revealed what he was thinking, then said,

"I hope Tom will be ready for life here. Hogwarts is a special place."

I nodded again,

"He will be ready."

Then I left the office in silence.

At the Manor

I returned to the manor after long hours at the castle. As soon as the door opened, I took a deep breath.

"Finally… home."

I said quietly,

"Maxidor."

The house elf appeared immediately in front of me, bowed respectfully, and said in his calm voice,

"What does Master Lockhart want from Maxidor?"

"Prepare the bath with cold water and soap with a light scent."

"Immediately, Master Lockhart."

And he disappeared with a faint sound.

I walked a few steps into the hall. I quickly thought about the next steps.

"Bath, food, then a bit of rest… then I'll start preparing everything Tom needs."

Maxidor returned after a moment.

"The bath is ready, Master. The water is cold at twenty degrees, the soap is the French type you like, and the enchanted brush is there too. Shall I prepare lunch?"

"Yes, and I want a calm scent in the hall. Don't overdo it, just something light to help me relax."

"As you wish, Master Lockhart."

After a few minutes, I came out of the bath. I sat in the inner hall. Everything was quiet and the air felt light. I ate my meal slowly, and Maxidor stood far away, watching silently in case I needed anything.

"Maxidor, thank you. The food is excellent as always."

He bowed slightly,

"This is Maxidor's duty, Master."

"You may go. I'll call you if I need anything."

"As you order."

Early Morning

I woke up to a faint light coming in through the window. I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling some heaviness in my head.

"Hah… looks like I fell asleep immediately last night."

I looked around. No one else was in the room, but I knew Maxidor had been here.

I called out quietly,

"Maxidor."

He appeared immediately beside me, bowing lightly.

"Good morning, Master Lockhart."

"Good morning. Thank you for putting me in bed last night."

"That's the least Maxidor does, Master."

"When will breakfast be ready?"

"Do you want the usual?"

"Yes."

"Then it will be ready in ten minutes."

I nodded my head,

"Good. Thank you, Maxidor."

He bowed again, then disappeared instantly.

I got up slowly from the bed, washed my face, changed my clothes, then left the room heading to the dining hall. I sat in my usual chair and waited a minute or two before Maxidor appeared again with the breakfast plate he always prepared for me.

I ate quietly, without any rush. The hall was very calm, no sound except for the cutlery touching the plates. When I finished, I put the napkin on the table, then stood up, saying to myself,

"Alright… time to begin."

I left the dining hall and walked through the long corridor until I reached the outer hall used for parties. It was quiet and closed just as I had left it. I went in and shut the door behind me.

I stepped towards a corner with a side table on which there was an old brass candlestick. I stood in front of it for a moment, placed my hand on it, and closed my eyes. Slowly, I started to fill it with some of my spiritual energy. The candlestick absorbed the energy silently until it started to produce a thin line of light next to the table.

The line opened up until it became a small portal, slowly widening until it was big enough for a person to pass through. I looked at it for a moment, thinking calmly,

"Let's begin."

Then I stepped inside.

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