Outside Hogwarts Castle, in the afternoon, the rain was still sounding, and Augustus Malfurlilian was preparing to go to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. After they finished their meal, they walked out into the cloudy courtyard. Not far away, Harry Ron Hermione was standing and chatting with a young boy who was probably in first grade. As they approached, the sound of their conversation reached the ears of the three Augustus.

"Hello, Harry? I- my name is Colin Creevey. He said breathlessly, taking a timid step forward. I'm also at Gryffindor. Do you think—can you—I take a picture of you?" He held up his camera expectantly.

"Take pictures?" Harry asked, blankly. "So I can prove that I have seen you." Colin said eagerly, taking a few more steps forward, "I know everything about you. Everybody told me. How you escaped the mysterious man's clutches, how he disappeared, etc., and you now have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead. (His gaze searches Harry's hairline) "A boy in my dorm room said that if I used the right development potion, the person in the picture would move. Colin took a deep breath and trembled slightly with excitement, "That's interesting here, isn't it?" Until I received the letter from Hogwarts, I didn't know that the strange things I would do were magic. My dad was a milkman and he couldn't believe it. So I'm going to take a lot of pictures and send them to him. If there could be a picture of you—" he looked at Harry beggingly, "- maybe I could stand next to you and ask your friend to click on it?" Then, can you sign a name?'

"Signed photo? You're sending autographed photos, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's loud, scathing voice echoed through the courtyard. Harry turned his head to find Augustus Lillian and Malfoy standing together, listening to their conversation, and in an instant, Harry's face turned red like a freshly ripe apple.

"Everybody line up!" Malfoy yelled at the crowd, "Harry Potter is going to send autographed photos!" I didn't. Harry said angrily, clenching his fists, "Shut up, Malfoy. "You're jealous." Colin screamed, his entire body only as thick as Crabbe's neck. "Jealousy?" Malfoy said. "Jealous of what? I don't want an ugly scar on my head, thank you. I don't think having your head cut open makes you so special. I don't believe it!"

"Eat the slugs, Malfoy." Ron said angrily. "Be careful, Weasley," malfoy scoffed, "don't get into trouble anymore, or your mother will have to come and take you back." He feigned a high-pitched voice. If you don't follow the rules—" A group of fifth-year Slytherin students laughed loudly. "Weasley wants an autographed photo, Potter," Malfoy smirked, "it's worth more than his house." Ron drew his wand.

"What? The timid Weasley dared to draw his wand and fight like a man? It's funny, I don't think you can hold on to my hands for about ten seconds! Malfoy's pupils had a look of danger.

"Alright, Draco, that's it, it's time for class." As soon as Lillian's voice fell, what's going on, what's going on?'' Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them from the outside, turquoise robes fluttering behind him. "Who's posting autographed photos?" Harry opened his mouth to explain, but Lockhart put an arm around his shoulder and cheerfully exclaimed, "Don't ask! We'll meet again, Harry!" Harry was caught next to Lockhart, and he was so humiliated that he was feverish. He saw Malfoy triumphantly retreat into the crowd. "Come on, Mr. Creevey," Lockhart said with a smile on his face, "and a double photo, it's a good deal, and we'll both sign it for you." Colin clumsily picked up his camera and pressed the door as the bell rang for the afternoon class. Let's go, let's go to class. Lockhart shouted to the crowd and led Harry towards the castle. Harry was still clutched by him, and he wished he had known a clever escape charm.

Augustus shook his head, it was really too tragic for Harry to be targeted by such a person, turned around, and Malfurlilian followed Augustus out of the scene and walked towards the classroom.

Once the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone. He reached for Malfoy's "Walking with Trolls> and held it in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover. "I," he said, pointing to his photograph and blinking his eyes, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly > Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I don't chase away the ghost of Wanlun by smiling!"

He waited for everyone to laugh, and several of them smiled faintly.

"I see that you all bought my full set of books – good. I thought we'd do a quiz today. Don't be afraid—just see how well you read and how much you understand," he said, returning to the pulpit, after handing out the papers, "give you thirty minutes." Now – begin!"; Harry looked at the scroll and read: 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? And so on, on three sides of the paper, the last question is: 54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday present? Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked through it in front of the class.

"Hell, who cares what color he likes, and what do his ideals have to do with us? Could it be that this will improve our theoretical knowledge or dueling skills? Malfoy looked at the papers with a look of disbelief on his face.

"That's right, this is simply the most ridiculous test, I have never seen a teacher with such a thick skin, sending the basic information of his interests and hobbies as a test question to test us, Dumbledore is old and confused, how could he choose such an unreliable teacher, the genius knows about his miscellaneous and strange situation." Lillian also complained, as if this was the first time she was on the same page as Malfoy.

"Since Dumbledore would choose this teacher as the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, he naturally has a deep meaning, maybe we can't understand it." Although Augustus also disliked this man's style, it did not prevent him from thinking more deeply, but he did not have enough information to see more comprehensively.

"Count as much as you can, to be honest, I really don't know anything about him." Augustus frowned and looked at the exam papers.