After lunch, they took a nap and went to the Transfiguration class, which Professor McGonagall was one of the hardest in every sense of the word. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoToday she asked the students to turn a beetle into a button, and Crabbe and Goyle behaved like two Muggles, facing agile beetles, and they were so clumsy that they couldn't even hold their wands.

As for Pansy, there were still a few feet left around the buttons she had conjured, and she was running around the desk, and most of the students were not doing very well, as if they had gone home for a vacation, and all the knowledge she had learned had been leaked from her brain, Professor McGonagall's expression was serious, and only her tightly furrowed brow slowly unfolded when she passed Malfoy's table, and the buttons he conjured were delicate and beautiful. There was no trace of a beetle.

"Slytheringa ten. Professor McGonagall said approvingly.

"Seriously, I don't really know what's the use of learning this. After class, Pansy complained to Malfoy in the hallway. "As much as I don't like Muggles, sometimes it's nice to use their stuff, and no one really thinks of a beetle as a button, right? ”

Malfoy frowned, she didn't know how to change her concept, no one knew what would happen in the future, even if it was him, he had changed so much history, maybe the future development he knew would become unrecognizable, anyone could participate in the battle, and now every bit of foundation composition is important for ordinary students.

"Pansy. Malfoy shouted solemnly, about to instill in her a little bit of rightness, but was interrupted again.

"Today's Dark Arts class actually asked us to take it with Gryffindor. Pansy pulled out a piece of paper and looked at it. "Let's go, I don't want to sit with those guys, maybe we should pick a good spot?" said as he pulled him briskly towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, not giving him a chance to speak.

Malfoy had no choice but to be dragged away by her.

When I got to the classroom, the class hadn't started yet, but the classroom was almost full, almost all of the girls, and the rest of the people came in slowly before the bell rang, and the seats seemed to be distinct, with Gryffindor on one side and Slytherin on the other.

Once the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone. He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with the Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he said, pointing to his photograph and winking at himself, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Lord Merlin, 3rd Class, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I'm not smiling to exorcise Wanlun's ghost!"

He waited for everyone to laugh, and a few of them smiled faintly, and Malfoy looked at him with a playful smile.

He then sent a paper to everyone, with questions about his personal preferences and the like, such as:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

"Waste of life. Malfoy muttered quietly. After only writing one sentence on the test paper, he began to think about his own affairs, such as how to make Pansy fall in love with studying, or who was the prisoner who took the little black book.

Ron and Harry looked a little confused, they knew almost nothing about this teacher, only that he liked to show off a little bit like to show off, and seeing Hermione move the pen like flying, they could only lift their quill, but this one seemed to be a thousand pounds, and they couldn't put it down, which was almost the case with most of the male compatriots. They were so confused that Harry even felt like he would rather do Potions questions now, after all, apart from Snape, he didn't actually hate Potions class too much, at least the answers could be found in books.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked through it in front of the class.

"Tsk - almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in A Year with XC Snowman. He commented on everyone's papers, the boys were bored, and the girls were listening intently, when suddenly Lockhart startled Hermione by her name.

“.. But Miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition was to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of hair lotions—good girl!

Hermione held up a trembling hand. "Yay!" Lockhart smiled and said, "Very good!

"Hmm. Lockhart continued to flip down the paper, and suddenly his brow furrowed, as if he had seen a white paper. But his brow furrowed quickly, and he laughed heartily, "Twenty points Slytherin, Mr. Draco's answer is perfect, but it's a secret between me and him, and I can't tell you what he wrote." Lockhart said with a smile on his face, blinking in the direction of Malfoy's seat.

Hermione, who had been immersed in joy just now, couldn't help but be in a trance when she heard this familiar name, and she looked in the direction of Malfoy, only to find that he seemed to be in a daze.

"Why can't you always find a chance to ask him clearly?" she thought of another thing that happened before, she asked herself so, but she also knew that it was not that she didn't have a chance, but that she didn't dare, thinking of this, adding a lot of joy to the academy seemed to be diluted a lot.

Now, let's get down to business.." Lockhart stooped down and took out a large covered cage from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now-beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend against the worst the wizarding world has ever known! But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. ”

Harry involuntarily poked his head out from behind a pile of books, trying to get a good look at the cage. Lockhart placed one hand on the cover, Neville in the first row shrank back, and Pansy took a few steps toward Malfoy's seat.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that would anger them!"

The class held their breath, except for Malfoy. Then Lockhart lifted the cover.

"Yes," he said, as if playfully, "the Cornish elf that I just caught." ”

One of the male students couldn't help but let out a sneer, and even Lockhart couldn't have thought it was a scream of horror.

"Seriously!" Lockhart said, shaking his finger at him in annoyance, "they're cunning little saboteurs like the devil!"

Malfoy looked at the caged elves, who were iron-blue, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very high-pitched voices, as if they were many budgies arguing. As soon as the covers were removed, they began to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage grille, and make all sorts of weird grimaces at those who came nearby.

"Well," Lockhart cried out, "look what you do with them!" He opened the cage door.

It's a mess. The elves flew around like rockets. Two of them grabbed Neville by the ears and picked him up. A few others rushed out of the window and removed the broken glass from the back of the classroom. The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, more powerful than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed inkwell bottles and threw them at the class, tore books and paper to shreds, tore pictures from the walls, turned waste bins upside down, threw bags and textbooks out of broken windows, and some climbed onto the girls' heads and began to pull their hair.

"All petrified!" Malfoy froze a few of the elves rushing at him, helped Pansy out of the way, and watched the show.

"Come on, bring them together, bring them together, they're just pixies." Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand and shouted, "Peschipixipestromy!"

To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out the window. Lockhart gasped and slid under the lectern table, nearly being smashed by Neville as the chandelier fell off almost instantly.

"This strength can also be our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Pansy asked with a look of suspicion. The same expression was written on the faces of almost all the students, who were also suspicious, and the teachers were helpless to solve the problems that the students could barely solve, which made them suspicious.

"Maybe his wand is broken. Hermione explained to him. "Just like Ron's. She added, "You've all read his books -- think of the amazing things he did."

Some of the classmates agreed with Hermione's statement, and the color on their faces gradually dissipated, but Ron still muttered, "It's just that he said he did it." ”

After a while, the students were able to get all the elves back into their cages, even though it was strenuous.

"Looks like you're doing a good job. At some point, Lockhart came out from under the table and put on his trademark smile again, as if nothing had happened.

Malfoy could only look at him with contempt.

"Well, let me see, every elf caught just now can add five points to their academy, please come up and register. Noticing that the atmosphere was a little delicate, Lockhart began to change the subject, and it was clear that he had succeeded, and almost all the students forgot about his ugliness and rushed to get extra points.

"Is that okay?" Malfoy was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a brazen man.

After another while, the bell finally rang, and a farce came to an end.

"What did you just write on the paper, I see you didn't even write a few words. Immediately after leaving the classroom, Pansy asked Malfoy that she was one of the few girls who was not interested in the teacher, but that didn't stop her curiosity.

"Touts can't be eaten. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and continued, "I just wrote on it: My mother accidentally put a large bottle of Ogden Aged Heat Whiskey in my luggage before school started, you know, minors can't drink, so I'd like to ask you to help me deal with that." ”

"Blatantly bribe?" Pansy stared at him with wide eyes.

"No, it's just a little bit of the student's heart for the teacher. Malfoy glanced at Lockhart and said sarcastically.

Lockhart's morality is hard to compliment.