The second lesson is the Transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall's request was simple, turn a Beetle into a button.

This was last semester, and as Professor McGonagall expected, most of the students returned their knowledge to their teachers after a summer vacation.

However, to her relief, Harry and Hermione were able to complete the assignment with ease.

No matter where they are placed, good students are liked by teachers.

Towards the end of class, Ron saw that even Neville had succeeded, even though the button was still bouncing around on the table.

He was in a hurry, pointed his wand at the Beetle, and shouted a ghost spell: "Hold the steel tower." ”

A puff of gray smoke rose and a thick smell of rotten eggs filled the classroom.

"Jingle Bell"

The dinner bell rang like a life.

Harry immediately pulled Hermione out of the classroom, was this going to be turned into a biochemical laboratory?

The classmates left, and Ron banged his wand on the table in annoyance.

"Smack"

A small hole cracked in the center of the wand.

Ron wanted to cry without tears.

Neville walked over and said, "You didn't pronounce the spell just now, it should be 'My dad just killed him'." ”

Ron didn't care if the button magic was a "grip" or "my dad", he was just thinking about what to do with the wand, if he let the family know, he would die a terrible death......

After lunch, I walked out into the courtyard from the auditorium with a cloud overhead.

Harry sat on the edge of the stone platform in the fountain, not feeling much heat.

Then Harry felt someone watching him closely. He looked up and saw a little boy staring at him at the sorting ceremony last night.

The boy was holding something in his hand, like a normal Muggle camera. As soon as Harry looked at him, the boy's face immediately turned red.

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

"Photography?" Hermione stared at his camera in amazement, wasn't this a Muggle camera?

"So I can prove that I saw you. Colin said eagerly, taking a few more steps forward.

"I know everything about you. Everybody has 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. ”

"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? I didn't know that the strange thing I was going to do was magic until I received the letter from Hogwarts. 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 only there could be a picture of you—" he looked at Harry beggingly, "—maybe I could stand next to you and ask your friend to help me click on it?

Harry's brow furrowed, Colin, wasn't that annoying little imp who had been pestering him.

Harry said lightly, "Colin, are your parents Muggles?"

"Yes, when I received my acceptance letter to the Academy of Magic, they thought they were liars. ”

"You're lucky to be chosen to be into the Academy of Magic, and I can understand your desire to share everything with your family. However, if you can learn all the magic courses and get full honors, I think your parents will be even prouder. Instead of these moving photos. ”

Harry said wistfully: "I know I'm famous, I know I'm handsome, I know that my charm breaks through the sky, I know that there are hundreds of thousands of witches who want to marry me now, but don't be obsessed with brother, brother, in fact, is just an ordinary wizard, an ordinary wizard who contributes to the construction of a beautiful magical world......"

"Don't waste your time on boring things like star-chasing. ”

Colin was thoughtful.

"Come on, let's take a picture. Harry laughed suddenly.

"Do you agree?" said Colin.

"This is the only time, not an example. ”

"It's amazing. ”

Hermione took the camera and muttered, "Why are you so handsome that you still need me to cooperate." ”

"Click-"

Hermione slammed it like a punching bag.

......

In the afternoon, it's Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

But Harry felt he was more in tune with the Acrobatic Troupe.

Before class, Lockhart and Harry spoke alone in an aisle.

He straightened his green robes, as if to show Harry how graceful he was.

He smiled and said to Harry, "Hey, Harry, I should have seen you sooner. ”

He patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "I heard you're sending your autographed photo today." ”

Harry's brows furrowed, this person, so familiar?

"Honestly, it's not very good. Of course I do...... The famous Harry Potter wants to be adored by some young and ignorant people, of course it's a good feeling - I've felt it for a long time, don't get me wrong, I'm not showing off anything. ”

"But, you're still young, you're not yet at this time. I've seen a lot of people who became famous at a young age, but they tend to get lost in the applause of others, and who knows where they are now. ”

"Of course, I'm not asking you to do nothing, if you can learn from me, I'm afraid you'll have to go out with a lot of photos in the future. ”

"To be honest, you're a little unwise about what happened this afternoon, and you seem arrogant. Lockhart said with a serious look of concern.

"Although I have been awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class, an honorary member of the Defence Against the Dark Arts, and a five-time Wizarding Weekly Award for the Most Charming Smile, I never show off. ”

He smiled instead: "Child, if you want to enjoy the feeling of fame, you can come to me, I will help you get in touch with those upper classes, and slowly, your photos will appear in various newspapers and magazines." ”

"I know your father died very young, and you haven't felt fatherly love, if you don't mind...... I mean, if you think you'd like someone else to care about you, you could treat me like half a father......" Lockhart said sincerely, his eyes touching and showing sympathy and love for Harry.

Harry remained silent, wondering what kind of person Lockhart was.

Hehe, it turns out that he Lockhart is a big idiot.

Harry really didn't have much more to say.

With a cold face, he suddenly had an extra wand in his hand, picking up Lockhart's arm that pressed against his shoulder.

Lockhart took two steps back: "Okay, okay, I'm talking about your sadness." But wands are dangerous, so put them away. ”

Although he said this, he looked fearless and smiled.

"You can't imagine the battles I've experienced, werewolves, vampires, in fact, from the second you got your wand, I had many ways to knock you down, but I didn't want to hurt you. He explained with a smile.

Harry couldn't judge this man anymore, he wasn't an idiot anymore, he had a head full of agricultural fertilizers.

Harry pointed his wand at him, from his arm to his chest, and said pityingly, "You're a pig." ”

"Bang"

Lockhart was directly knocked seven or eight meters away, lying on the ground, unconscious.

Harry turned and left.

......

Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Once the class was seated, Lockhart came in. He deliberately cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone.

He looked around the class with satisfaction, and when he saw Harry, he seemed to have completely forgotten the lesson Harry had taught him, and he was still smiling, as if he were all right.

He reached for Neville, who was seated in the first row, and held it up in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he said, pointing to his photograph and winking at him, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Lord Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Defence Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award – but I don't talk about that, I don't use a smile to ward off dangerous female ghosts!"

He seemed to think he had a good sense of humor, but there was little cooperation underneath.

"I see that you all bought my full set of books, and it's good. I guess we're going to do a little quiz today. Don't be afraid, just see how well you read and how much ...... you take from it."

After handing out the papers, he returned to the pulpit and said, "Give you thirty minutes." Now, let's go!"

Harry flipped through the question, and sure enough:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

This idiotic question, which is almost entirely glorifying his exploits, has three sides of paper.

The last question.

What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday and what is his ideal birthday present?

Harry: "What...... fuc......”

He grabbed the paper, kneaded it, crumpled it, and threw it into the wastebasket in front of Lockhart's podium, unconcerned about Lockhart's ugly face.

......