"Bah......" Harry spat out, "it looks like we'd love to buy it, and it's hard to be toilet paper." ”

"You've managed to disgust me," Dudley said disgustedly, "but at least this book can be burned." ”

"You can't say that about Professor Lockhart. Hermione glared at Dudley and Harry, she wanted to say something, but the scroll had already arrived.

Lockhart stood on the podium and said, "Now, I'll give you thirty minutes to answer the question, and now we start!"

Dudley took the roll and babbled in its mouth.

More shameless, it really should be Lockhart.

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?" Dudley pondered for a moment and wrote solemnly on the scroll, "Green!"

He was satisfied with the answer.

Keep looking.

Dudley: "?? (?? `^????)??”

T ......

Dudley could only think of that word to describe Lockhart, and upon closer inspection, there were three full pages of parchment like this, each of which was fourteen inches long.

Doesn't Lockhart have a hint of shame? Why doesn't he go up to heaven and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

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

"How did you write that?" asked Harry in a whisper.

Dudley smiled and didn't speak, in fact, except for the first question, he was written behind - guess!

There are so many shameless questions, he really doesn't bother to read them.

"Tut-tut......" Lockhart made a strange sound as he casually put the test papers he had read on the other side.

The answers on these papers certainly did not answer his questions.

He sighed deeply, "I feel so sorry for you, almost none of you remember my favorite is lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with Tibetan Bloody People". If any of you can read Wandering with Werewolves carefully, you'll know that my ideal birthday present would be ......"

Dudley was holding his head with one hand, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

"He didn't expect anyone to memorize his full set of books. Ron groaned.

"Where's Hermione Granger?" Lockhart asked.

Hermione, who was listening intently and attentively, was startled to hear her name come out of Lockhart's mouth.

She sat up straight with excitement, trembling and raising a hand.

Dudley was sober and his forehead was red, thanks to Hermione, who was too excited, and bumped into Dudley's hand that was holding his head.

"Great," Lockhart laughed happily, "Guys, you should all study like Granger." What is my secret ambition? She was the only one in the class who answered correctly. ”

"I'm going to give Gryffindor ten points!" he cleared his throat with a grimace, "You have to remember that my secret ambition is to rid the world of all evil, and to sell my own line of hair lotions." ”

"Professor, I want to ask a question. Malfoy held his hand up, looking like a well-behaved boy.

Lockhart was very happy if he could make the Malfoy family fall in love with his books and his line of shampoos......

It would be nice if that were the case, as if he saw a large pile of gold gallons flying towards him.

"Malfoy is very nice, just ask questions. ”

"Does your hair look so greasy that you're using your own range of shampoos?" said Malfoy, with a nonchalant smile on his lips.

The boys in the class burst out laughing.

He finally said a human word. Harry seemed to put aside his grievances and agreed with what Malfoy had said.

The smile on Lockhart's face froze, how was this different from what he had imagined. In any case, he is a professor here, and this kind of atmosphere cannot be spread.

It's time to show the majesty of a professor.

"Slytherin deduction ......"

"Professor," Malfoy interrupted Lockhart, his hand slowly slicing over the pile of books on the table, "what do you think would happen if our Malfoys thought the book was in violation?"

Lockhart was stunned, how could there be such a shameless person in this world who actually took out the family to talk about things.

His eyes rolled for a moment, and he cleared his throat and said, "Malfoy's question is very insightful, the reason why my hair is so greasy is because I didn't use my own series of shampoos, this is to give everyone a clear contrast. ”

Dudley sneered and laughed, and his knots were shattered, and he was really worthless. But then again, he really doubted that he had beaten Malfoy into a second personality in Diagon Alley, and now he would actually overwhelm people.

Lockhart laughed a few times to ease the awkward atmosphere in the class, "Okay, now let's get down to business......

He stooped down and took out a large covered cage from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"You need to be very careful now, and I'm on a mission to teach you how to defend against the most evil things in the wizarding world!"

He looked at some nervous little wizards in the audience, and laughed inwardly, "You will all meet the most terrifying things in this classroom......

The atmosphere was mobilized, and he showed an eight-toothed smile, "But don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let you get hurt in any way." ”

He put one hand on the hood.

As it turned out, Lockhart had mastered the essence of the play, and the classroom was filled with tension. Most of the people were staring at the cage, and Neville in the first row shrank back.

"I'm going to lift the hood, but I have to tell you not to scream for a while," Lockhart said in a low voice, "and that will anger them!"

Almost the entire class held their breath, not Dudley and Malfoy, of course.

Lockhart lifted the hood, and he said as if playfully, "This is the Cornish elf I just caught." ”

These little elves were iron-blue, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp and piercing voices, as if many budgies were 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.

Seamus Finigan couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"What?" Lockhart asked Seamus with a smile.

"I'm sorry Professor, I wouldn't laugh if I could hold back... I mean, I don't think they're scary, are they?" said Seamus.

"I don't want you to think! I want me to feel!" said Lockhart, shaking his finger at him in exasperation, "They're cunning little saboteurs like the devil! ”

Looking at Seamus's frightened expression, the mood of Malfoy's destruction just now also became happy, and the professor's majesty was finally corrected.