Gildero? Lockhart's talent for teaching left Ning An staggered. He succeeded in turning Defence Against the Dark Arts into a textual reading course.

Today's theme is letters from fans who pick them out and find someone to read them, Crabbe volunteers, and the other students below are already whispering or drowsy.

But Lockhart seemed to be completely unaware, and he listened to it alone.

Taking advantage of Lockhart's lack of attention, Malfoy fed Crabbe a voice-changing bubble gum. Next, Crabbe began to imitate the voices of Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, and even Dumbledore to read the letter.

Causing everyone to laugh, no one paid attention to Lockhart, who kept jumping up to make Crabbe stop, and Malfoy followed and kept heckling in the classroom, and the whole class was in chaos.

"How could Dumbledore hire this pig's head to be a professor?" Daphne asked strangely as she looked at Crabbe, who was scrambling to grab Crabbe around his desk and around him, with a look of disdain.

McLeish smirked and sat next to them, Ning An noticed that his whole body had become a little sluggish recently, I don't know if it was the influence of the Heart Drilling Curse, or because of the Imperius Curse, but it was not bad, it was enough for Ning An to be able to use it.

Ning An didn't care much about watching the farce in the center of the classroom, the three of them sat in the corner of the edge, and the other students didn't dare to sit over, which made this the quietest place.

Gently playing with the small silver earrings on his ears, Ning An was very comfortable, he found that the most relaxing thing every day now was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he didn't even have to bring a book, of course he didn't buy it at all.

Eventually, Lockhart pulled out his wand, which seemed to be trying to cast a binding spell, only to spew out a large pile of rope and tie himself up.

There was a big joke and everyone in the class burst into laughter, with Crabbe and Malfoy taking the lead in scattering letters from fans into the sky, and the students poured out and left the class, leaving the class early.

Shaking his head, Ning An slowly led Daphne and McLeish to the podium.

Lockhart struggled on the ground like a dumpling, looking like he wanted to recite a curse, but without his wand, it didn't work.

"Oh, don't move, Professor Lockhart, we're here to help you." With that, Ning An squatted down with Daphne and untied the rope from the stupid wizard's body.

The hemp rope turned into a cloud of green smoke, and disappeared with a "poof", Lockhart got up in embarrassment, his face was very surprised, looking at Ning An and the others, and forced a bright smile.

"Ahaha- you little guys, haha, I'm just-"

"You're just kidding us, aren't you?" Ning Tai looked admiring, and said with stars in his eyes, "You must have wanted to liven up the class, so you deliberately made a joke with Crabbe—you really have such a sense of humor." ”

Lockhart was obviously slightly stunned, and then immediately laughed at Ning An's words.

"Oops, you've been discovered—you're talking about Ning'an, well, Slytherin has good students, too." Lockhart smiled brightly again, his white teeth shivering like reflections, and he couldn't open his eyes.

At this time, Ning An took out his wand and gently shook it at the scattered stationery, like a conductor at a concert.

I saw that the letter paper seemed to be given life in an instant, some stood up, some folded in half, fanned two pages and flew over, in groups, but in a moment, they became a thick stack again, piled up on the front row of desks.

"Ahh......h It's a nice spell, I use it a lot to clean things up at home, it's very useful—" Lockhart stepped forward, smiling contentedly, still boasting about how skilled he was at the spell.

Ning Ji looked shy, smiled embarrassedly, he lowered his head to Lockhart, and said a little shyly, "Teach, professor—actually, we actually have one thing that we want you to approve." ”

Lockhart, who was in a good mood, fiddled with the small bow tie on his chest, listened to Ning An's words, and said loudly with a bright smile: "Of course—I can guess—Ning An, you've wanted my autograph for a long time, right, that's no problem!" ”

"Of course! Professor! -" Ning An looked excited and said, "But there's one more thing-"

"Huh?" Lockhart stopped tidying up and slowly looked at Ning An.

"That's right...... Many of my classmates are fans of yours - including us," Ning continued with an embarrassed look, "We want to have a fan party on Halloween, but the school doesn't have a room for us to have a party. ”

"Fans?! Banquet?! Lockhart's mouth opened in surprise, he couldn't believe it, I have so many fans in Slytherin? He wondered if he was in a dream.

I bit my tongue hard, and it hurt!

Lockhart's eyebrows were raised, and he said in a loud and neutral voice, "Hahaha, I see, you want to invite me to participate too—of course!" You can have a banquet in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom! There are so many ready-made tables here! ”

"No, no, professor—in fact, one of the purposes of this banquet is to discuss a surprise for you in a few days," Ning An said regretfully, "so I'm afraid you can't participate, otherwise, in front of you, we won't be able to discuss it." ”

"Surprise!?" Lockhart was happy and regretful at the same time, he thought for a long time, and finally hesitated, looked at the admiring and expectant eyes of Ning An and the others, and nodded reluctantly.

"Alright—" Lockhart raised an eyebrow, "and do you need some autographed photos?" ”

"Of course, of course Professor!" Ning An immediately agreed with a happy face.

Lockhart agreed to Ning An's use of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for Halloween and wrote them a note agreeing to borrow, with his unique Lockhart-esque signature printed on it.

Ning An, who had received her consent, instructed Samantha and Walter to use owls to send out invitations to the dozen or so senior students who were willing to join the snake letter and invite them to the Halloween dinner held by Ning An.

The weather in October has become colder, and many people have caught a cold, such as Hermione, who recently fell ill from overwork in the library after overworking herself on controlling the mind and all kinds of curses.

She had to stay sick all day in the Gryffindor common room, but Mrs. Ponred gave her a pick-me-up that made her head smoke for a while, but she recovered.

Harry's sympathy for Nick, who was almost headless, agrees to attend his death party, only to regret it.

The promised thing had to be done, so on Halloween, Harry took Ron and Hermione to the death party.

They were envious of the Halloween feasters they could attend together in the Great Hall, and Dumbledore had hired a skeleton dance troupe to help out the fun.

Meanwhile, after showing Professor McGonagall Lockhart's letter of consent, Ning and the others were given the right to hold a banquet in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

It wasn't easy, but it just so happened that Ning An was McGonagall's favorite student, and given that it was a Hogwarts tradition for students to socialize with each other through banquets, and with the approval of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it was only natural for her to approve the matter.

In the name of the professor, Ning An obtained a lot of food from the kitchens of the house-elves, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at this time was renovated.

A variety of desserts, fruits and drinks are placed on several simple long tables, and green tablecloths and tapestries dominate the room.

From time to time, students cautiously come to the third floor, Archibald? McLeish stood in the doorway, checking the invitations.

Because the invitees were all Slytherin students, many of them knew each other, and they didn't seem inhibited when they entered the house.

After greeting Ning'an, Daphne and others one by one, some chatted in twos and threes, and some gathered around Ning'an to talk and discuss.

Ning An didn't talk much, he just smiled and nodded frequently, and answered two sentences from time to time when others asked him for his opinion.

Soon the people in the room were all there, and in the spacious classroom, about twenty Slytherins in black cloaks had gathered, and they gathered in twos and threes, waiting for Ning An to announce the beginning of the feast.

At this moment, the classroom was opened with a "bang", and a humanoid figure was thrown in, rolling, rolling to the center of the classroom, then the second, then the third.

Three bunched up creatures collapsed in the middle of the classroom, struggling, unable to make any sound.

Samantha, Walter and McLeish, slowly walked in through the door, Walter gently closed the door, chanted a spell, and saw the lock flash a light, and then disappeared, as if suddenly isolating the classroom from the outside.

The Slytherins below knew that something was about to happen when they saw the three bound students, but instead of panicking, they seemed very happy, holding their breath one by one, and their faces were excited.

Some people have long recognized who these three people are, and they are naturally Pierre, Andrés and Gore, who have provoked Ning An and often walk behind their backs to rumors.

They were lying on the ground, unable to stand up because their legs were tied, and they looked at the crowd of people coming from all sides, and there was a look of fear in their eyes, and they did not know what fate would befall them.

Ning An saw that everyone had arrived, so he walked up to the podium at the front of the classroom, and when everyone saw Ning An walking up, they all looked at him, waiting for what he had to say.

"I'm glad you're here for my feast." Ning An's eyes swept over the audience, and everyone who looked at him had eager desire in their eyes.

He knew very well that these people were more or less freaks or madmen of Slytherin, some were disgusted, some were feared, and some were ordinary students with greater ambitions.

Some of them accepted the invitation and came here for various purposes in order to stop being bullied, some to bully others, and some wanted to huddle together for warmth, but I am afraid that from now on, their fate will be controlled by Ning An.

Thinking of this, Ning An showed a hint of a smile and said loudly: "At the same time, you are also welcome to join the snake letter." ”