For this absurd test, Augustus also had to raise the white flag, even after reading this person's writings, how could Augustus, who was bent on constructing a comprehensive magic system in this world, spend energy to remember these messy things. So, almost logically, Augustus handed in the blank scroll.

"Tsk – almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with Xizang Yeti> There are a few students who want to read it more carefully - I made it clear in chapter 12 of the book that my ideal birthday present is for all those who can and can't do magic to get along with each other—Wan Lun. A port city in southwestern Thailand.

But I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden Aged Hot Whisky!"

He winked mischievously at them again. I didn't expect this ridiculous teacher's birthday ideal to see Muggles and wizards living in harmony, which coincided with Dumbledore's opinion, could this be why Dumbledore chose him? Contribute to the building of a harmonious Muggle wizarding society? Augustus pondered maliciously.

Now, down to business," he stooped down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now - beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend against the most evil the wizarding world has to know! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. ”

Malfoy involuntarily stuck his head out from behind a pile of books, trying to take a good look at the cage. Lockhart placed one hand on the hood, and the smile on Lilian's face stopped, and Antonio flinched back.

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

The class held their breath as Lockhart lifted the hood.

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

Antonio couldn't help but let out a sneer, and even Lockhart couldn't possibly think it was a scream of horror.

"What?'' He smiled and sniffed Antonio.

"Well, they're not—they're not very—dangerous, are they?" Antonio burst into laughter.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart shook his finger at him in annoyance and said, "They could also be cunning little saboteurs like the card devil!"

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.

"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 Pansy by the ears and picked him up. A few others rushed out of the window and removed a floor of broken glass in the back row 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, and threw school bags and textbooks out of broken windows. A few minutes later, half of the class was hiding under the desk, Neville swinging on the chandelier. "Come on, get them together, get 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.

"Don't panic." Augustus' calm voice came from the back of the classroom, and the Slytherin students calmed down instantly, and everyone looked at Augustus with expectant eyes, even Lockhart, whose hair was messed up with by the elf, stuck his head out from under the lectern table.

Augustus stretched out his silver wand, pointed into the air, and conjured countless actinic eagles from the wand, the eagle flock emitted pure white light, spreading its wings in the sky, the eagle flock scattered, and flew towards the elves scattered around the air like predators, the keen light eagles flew quickly in the sky, and the sharp claws tightly grasped the elves who were still struggling, and after a while, the elves in the entire classroom were captured in the cage, and as the last elf was locked in, the whole classroom finally returned to calm.

Lockhart also let out a sigh, his hair stood on end like a chicken nest at this time, and there were two cuts on his face that were scraped out by the elves, but what was amazing was that his expression was still as arrogant as ever, as if everything just now was his achievement, he cleared his throat, "Well, very good, Augustus has done a good job, giving others the opportunity to behave has always been a gentleman's doing, if I intervene just now, this farce can be solved in an instant, but I still give Augustus a chance to perform, this is also the spirit of your future learning." cough," he paused, as if sensing the strange expressions of the students below, "Okay, that's all for today's lesson, you go back and write me a paper on the habits and attack patterns of the terrifying elves you encountered today, if you encounter these terrifying creatures next time, you won't be as busy as today." With that, Lockhart glanced at everyone and left the classroom with his head held high.

"Can you imagine that there would be such scum in our wizarding world?" As she walked down the hallway, Lillian's face lit up with anger and her lips curled with disdain.

"Come on, I must write a letter to my father when I go back, Hogwarts now is really anyone's daring to let go, if he can be a teacher, I don't think it's impossible to be a headmaster at my level." Malfoy snorted a little lazily, and a few Slytherin students next to him who heard him walked away with strange looks.

"The level of this teacher is indeed questionable, and if it weren't for the fact that he did have some poor magic reserves, I would have to wonder if he was a squib. These elves are not difficult for the most ordinary adult wizard, and his performance today is really remarkable, and the encounters in his autobiography are obviously impossible based on his performance today. Augustus came to a conclusion about the absurd teacher, and Malfur and Lilian all looked approving.

That man was still plotting a comeback, and the note that Lucius threw to Ginny, Augustus still hasn't figured out that evil legend. In this eventful time, what did Dumbledore mean by choosing this man to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? The sky outside the corridor window was already a little yellow, and the setting sun stained the horizon red, and the interplay of the two colors brought a bit of desolation to the heaven and earth.