"Well, yes, yes... It seems that some of our classmates have carefully reviewed the content of the textbook. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info well, but... What's going on with this paper, do we have classmates who didn't come to class or didn't answer the questions? uh... I'll count, well, 18 people, no problem. Well, I'll look up the name again... Belch... Holly Parker... Where's Miss Holly Parker?"

"Sir, please call her Countess Holly Parker. Two voices came from the back of the room. One was Erinka and the other was Draco Malfoy.

"Ahem. Lockhart seemed to be choking. "The girl sitting at the back, can you repeat what you just said? and what's your name. ”

"Sir, please call her Countess Holly Parker. By the way, my name is Erinka, Erinka Black Sterling. Jazz Knighthood. ”

"Oh, okay. So, Erinka, why don't you sit in front and sit with these girls?" Lockhart found himself seemingly with nothing to refute. A student with a knighthood can communicate with him in plain language.

"I don't think I need to, sir. Thank you for the suggestion. I'm more used to sitting in this position. ”

"Alright then, then we're going to start learning what we're going to learn about this semester. Lockhart stooped down and pulled out a large cage covered with cloth from under the podium.

"Now--I have to warn you! My job is to get you to know the most vicious creatures in the world of witchcraft, so that you may be prepared for the future. Now I'm showing you probably the scariest thing you've ever seen. But don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, nothing will go wrong. I ask everyone to remain calm and not panic. I've got to make sure you don't scream when you see it. Because that might anger them. Lockhart stopped talking, and the girls in the front row all held their breath, not daring to make a sound, and the boys in the back row spoke much quieter. "A freshly caught Cornish elf. Lockhart lifted the cloth and said.

These elves shone blue with electric light, about eight feet tall, with pointed faces and thin voices. After the cloth was lifted, in the cage, they began to run around, knocking the iron rods into the kakaka and making faces at those who sat closer.

"Well, now let me see what you're going to do with them. Lockhart shouted and opened the cage door.

The elves scattered and fled. Destroying in the classroom.

"Come on, subdue them, catch them, they're just elves......" Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand, and shouted, "Babaki-pat Nami!" When he noticed a elf rushing towards him, Lockhart was unusually agile enough to open the small door on the other side of the classroom and dodge out. By this time, the stack of Lockhart's books in the front row of the classroom had been torn apart. Dozens of covers with Lockhart's photographs flew through the air, and Lockhart's teeth were unusually bright.

Compared to the chaos in the first half of the classroom, the second half of the classroom is quite orderly. A group of boys and two girls were concentrating on what they were doing, except for the occasional one of the two girls who would raise their wand and chant a spell into the air, and then bow their heads. The elf door that tried to break through finally gave up after trying to rush through again and again, but was hindered, and concentrated on making trouble in the front half of the classroom.

The poor part of the girls sitting in the front row, like the elves, were prevented from coming to the back half of the classroom, but they didn't have the side door to leave quickly like Lockhart. One by one, they watched their beloved books being torn to shreds, but they were powerless to stop them.

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Life in Year 2 seemed to be a lot less fresh than life in Year 1, and in fact, when everyone dragged their tired bodies out of Greenhouse 3 to end the content of the first week of classes, everyone was not very interested in the upcoming weekend. The only thing that can be called excitement is probably the upcoming Quidditch match. It's just that compared to the feud between Gryffindor and Slyering, neither Ravenclaw nor Hufflepuff showed much expectation of the outcome of Quidditch. It was in this atmosphere that the Ravenclaw Quidditch team selection quietly began. To sign up, you just need to sign your name under the notification, and then the magic will automatically hide the name that has already been signed. Very nice secrecy, although in the eyes of many people it doesn't make any sense. The selection time is to be determined...

But Holly wasn't very interested in all of this, or all the students in the entire Ravenclaw second year weren't too interested in it.

On Saturday night, the library was as empty as ever. Hogwarts students don't seem to be willing to show up in the library to study or write their homework at the beginning of the school year. Because of exams and quizzes, in their eyes, they are still far away. Even the upperclassmen think the same way. Although the library still seems to be full, this is due to the fact that many of the empty tables and chairs have been cleverly hidden or removed by magic.

On the west side of the library, by the window, Holly and Erinka were still seated. At a table across a bookshelf was Luna, reading a book upside down.

"You're really not going to sign up for Quidditch?" asked Erinka, looking at Holly with some incredulity.

"Why should I go to the Quidditch team?" Holly asked, puzzled.

"You're talented. ”

"Because of that, do I have to use Quidditch to show some traits that are very similar to his, and then get my brain hacked again?"

"Damn old bees. Erinka cursed secretly.

"I think there's going to be some interesting stuff going on this year. "Do you know what the Sorting Hat said this year?"

"You know the two of us were put together, and we didn't hear it. What's more, what do you think that broken hat can say useful news?"

"Think about last year, according to the data, that hat has a good prophetic power. ”

"Then you can say it. ”

"What the hat says, the story of fifty years ago will be repeated, only courage and loyalty can make people break through the darkness and move towards the light. ”

"Fifty years ago, what happened fifty years ago? At that time, there was probably only that old bee at Hogwarts. ”

"yes, but—" As he spoke, Holly suddenly stopped. For she heard a voice, a low, cold voice.

"Come on...... Come on...... Let me rip you apart...... Bite you to pieces...... Kill you......"