Chapter Sixty-Four: Lockhart's Way of Conduct

There is a legend that Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts is cursed, and every professor who becomes a professor of this course will not end well, and there will be accidents in a year at most.

At first, no one believed the rumors, because the teacher who taught Defence Against the Dark Arts had always lived a safe life.

Until......

The return of Harry Potter, the boy who never died, really started the nightmare of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

But every year there are still some people who don't believe in evil, such as this year's Professor Gilderoy Lockhart.

After graduating from Ravenclaw, he was supposed to be a learned scholar, and with the fact that he was a third-class member of the Order of Merlin and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, it should have been quite easy to become a professor at Hogwarts.

However, the essence of his "straw bag" was revealed in the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

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.

"Me!" He pointed to his photograph and blinked as well, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Medal of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Black Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I don't use my smile to exorcise the ghost of Wanlun!" ”

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

"I see that you all bought my full set of books - very good. I thought we'd do a quiz today. Don't be afraid - just see how well you read and how much you understand. ”

After handing out the papers, he returned to the pulpit and said, "Give you thirty minutes." Now ......"

"Oh no! Merlin, this is the first lesson! ”

"Professor, please be merciful, we haven't learned anything yet!"

"God, I haven't read a single page of the book."

There was a flood of mourning below, and the students roared wildly, not only the stupid lions of Gryffindor crying for the ground, but even the Slytherin snakes with a rare gloomy expression.

The first class on the first day will give out the test papers, what is the rhythm of this? Could it be that this Mr. Lockhart actually graduated from the magic academy in the East called Boundless Sea?

"Oh my God! Sephiroth, you must give me a copy of the answer in a moment. Damn, I haven't even read any of the Defense Against the Dark Arts books this semester. ”

Draco slumped his head in his hands on the table, if he knew that the first class was going to be exam, how could he have flipped through it overnight, the question was who knew that this kind of hell would happen.

This professor simply can't be a human being, isn't this forcing all students to death? What student would finish reading the book before the first day of class, and not everyone is Hermione.

"Don't come, do you think I'll just watch it? I haven't turned a page either! ”

Sephiroth refused, as he was equally uninterested in Lockhart's book.

"It's all over now, this time it's a big shame."

Draco wailed as he stared at his godless eyes.

"Don't worry, don't worry, classmates. It's okay, it's just a small test, it doesn't count the entry score, and even if you can't do it, it's not a big deal. Rest assured, rest assured! ”

Lockhart can mix up to now is naturally not a person who doesn't know how to read the situation, and when he sees that all his classmates are heavy-faced, he knows that it is estimated that few people support him, and if he doesn't give him a way out in this case, he will be ready to fight wits and courage with students this semester.

Lockhart was a good man, he was a mischievous bad boy when he was a child, and Professor Flitwick was impressed with him, how could he do such a stupid thing.

"Great!"

On the premise of not caring about the score, it doesn't matter how bad the test is. The students who thought so suddenly cheered, and Lockhart, the professor they met for the first time, finally left a relatively good first impression in their hearts.

Della picked up the scroll from the table and looked down, and casually read, "1. What color is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite?" 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 paper, the question of zuihou is: 54.What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What's his ideal birthday present?"

"God, how could I possibly answer such a thing."

After reading the paper, most of the students invariably made the action of holding their foreheads, and the pen they picked up trembled and threw it down.

If it's to test some knowledge of defense against the dark arts, even if they haven't learned it, how can they answer something after living in the wizarding world for so many years, the problem is that it's such a question, and it can't think of it when it scratches its head.

After struggling for a while, most of the students made a move against their will, that is, they decided to write something on it, and the new teacher's first class couldn't be handed in a blank paper. Although they very much wanted to throw such a funny volume directly on Lockhart's smiling face.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked through it in front of the class. Not only that, but he actually read the content out of his own hands.

"Tsk - almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti". A few of my classmates would like to read "Weekend with Werewolves" again - I made it clear in chapter 12 of the book that my ideal birthday present would be for all those who can and can't do magic to get along with each other. ”

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

The faces of the lowly students turned pale, especially the Slytherin students, it was like a dead father, and they wanted to strangle the idiot teacher above.

"If he told me that he was actually just trying to do a visibility survey, I swear I'd put two curses on him behind his back."

Draco glared at Lockhart on the stage with a vicious expression, but unfortunately the other party's skin seemed to be thicker than he imagined, even in such a situation, he could completely ignore everything and immerse himself in his shijie.

"OK, Draco, look around you. I bet it's definitely not just the two of us who want to take him off. ”

Draco secretly glanced around when he heard this, and found that most of the boys, including Gryffindor, were gritting their teeth, while the girls were red-eyed, which was completely polar.

It's a shame for everyone to read about students' hobbies and ideals in class.

Just before the students below were about to explode in their end, Lockhart finally used his ability to wipe words and emotions in time. Sephiroth couldn't help but pull out his wand when he saw Draco's hand under the table, the back of his hand was bruised.

"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. ”

He stooped down and took out a large cage covered with cloth from behind the podium, placed it on the table, and put a finger in front of his lips to signal everyone to whisper.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sephiroth saw that most of the students were still showing all their timidity, and leaned back slightly, but couldn't help but stare curiously at the large cage that was covered with a cloth.

The little wizards from pure-blood families showed puzzled expressions, even if they didn't start learning spells when they were young, they still had basic knowledge. What creature can be called "the most evil thing" that can be kept in such a rudimentary cage?

"I must ask you not to scream." Lockhart lowered his voice and said, "That would infuriate them!" ”

The class held their breath as Lockhart lifted the hood.

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

"Poof!"

Draco couldn't hold back and squirted, of course he was definitely not the only one doing this in the classroom.

"Sephiroth, although you told him that this professor is very 'interesting', I really didn't expect him to be so serious and funny."

Draco whispered a chuckle into Sephiroth's ear, watching his stomach twitch and suffocate his breath.

There was a muffled laugh in the classroom, and the Slytherin students weren't intimidated by the little thing. In fact, they've seen it a lot for a long time.

Cornwall elves?

The most evil thing?

Haha, I'm afraid that this kind of lie will not be believed by Muggle-born little wizards except for those little girls who are carried away by worship.

"Everyone, what's wrong?"

Lockhart asked, smiling.

At this time, the scheming little snake naturally would not make a move to confront the professor on the surface, but the reckless Gryffindor Lion would not consider such a thing at all.

"Well, they're not, they're not very-dangerous, are they?"

Gryffindor student, Seamus Finigan, 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 little devils!" ”

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.

"Okay!" Lockhart shouted, "Look what you guys do with them!" ”

Apparently, this reaction made Professor Lockhart a little angry, and he opened the cage door in a fit of rage.

The elves in the cage were free, and they would not let go of such an opportunity, and in an instant, a swarm rushed out of it. It's a mess. The elves flew around like rockets, and two of them grabbed Neville's 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 inkwells and threw them at the class, tore books and paper to shreds, tore pictures from the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and threw bags and textbooks out of broken windows.

It was a farce, and after half a minute, almost all the students hid under their desks, including Sephiroth.

During this time, Professor Lockhart seems to have hoped to organize the students to fight back and capture all the elves back into their cages again.

Unfortunately, before his spell could be released, his wand was snatched out of his hand by the lawless elves and thrown directly out of the window.

So, Professor Lockhart, who was helpless, took a deep breath and taught the students what to do in this situation.

That's -- crouch under the table.

Although Sephiroth is not unable to deal with these elves, but the winners of the third-level badges of the dignified Sir Merlin Regiment have defiled themselves like this, how can he be embarrassed to interfere.

"It's so fake, a dignified adult wizard can't even deal with these elves, how is it possible? I'm afraid that a random fourth-grade student will do much better than him. Obviously he was caught before, but he was robbed of his wand when he was prepared, and acting also has to be a little professional, okay? Don't make us all stupid! ”

Sephiroth, crouched under his desk, complained angrily at Draco.