For a long time, there has been a saying in Gryffindor House:

Any command to "put away the wand" is never followed by a lesson to look forward to. At this point, whether it's the history of magic, astronomy lessons, potions lessons, Defence Against the Dark Arts ...... Without exception, this statement is confirmed.

It's just that since last semester, all this has started to change subtly.

With the gradual enrichment of the practical part of Potions classes and the advent of the "Hogwarts Calendar", the vast majority of students are not so repulsive to these two courses now, and of course, they do not show much affection for them.

After all, a lesson learned through quills, ink, and parchment is not as fun as waving a wand, no matter how you think about it.

It wasn't until this day that the students suddenly realized that if the content of the textbook was wonderful enough, even if the professor didn't ask them to read it, they couldn't help but read it, and when there was a very eloquent teacher in the class, the time of the whole class passed almost to an incredible extent.

"Okay, class is over, students ......"

Gilderoy Lockhart clapped his palms helplessly and repeated for the third time.

"Lunch time is almost starting, and I don't want to see Professor Dumbledore show up at the door and forcibly escort me and everyone here to the Great Hall for dinner, and if you have any questions in the future, you can talk more between classes. ”

"But...... Professor, what happened later? You and the trolls entered the cave to escape the mudslide, and then ......"

Harry Potter asked with excitement in his eyes, a little hurriedly.

Around him, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and others were just as curious, and the little wizards gathered around the lectern to surround the poor writer, asking about the stories that had not yet been told in class.

It's been almost ten minutes since the bell rang, and not a single student in the classroom has left.

"Again, these are all fictional stories!"

Gilderoy Lockhart sighed helplessly, looking at the little ones gathered around the lectern with a headache.

As a best-selling author, who has also held several book signings in the past few years, for Lockhart, it is now just a different place to tell the story, the only difference may be that from this lesson onwards, he did not continue to force the stories of others as his own heroic deeds, as he did in the past, but made up them out of thin air.

For example, in the original book Traveling with Trolls, it was just an ordinary short trip.

But as Gilderoy Lockhart let go of his burden, he stopped emphasizing the authenticity of the story and used it as a basis for live creation in the classroom, the story began to become more exciting – the trolls' rich body language, dramatic natural and man-made disasters, and unbelievable treasure hunts...... For a child of this age, it is simply a fatal attraction.

"But you wrote it! You've had so many amazing experiences......"

Hannah Abbott looked at Lockhart with admiration, even though she had grown up in a leaky cauldron, she had never heard of such a thrilling, tense and magical adventure, it was almost as if the legendary protagonist appeared in reality.

As for Hermione next to her, she was no better, and after just one lesson, she had written four or five pages of notes alone.

"Oh, books can lie, kid. ”

Lockhart glanced at Elena, who looked indifferent, and said quickly.

"If you think about it, I'm only 28 years old, and I've written seven books in 10 years, so even if I don't think about the time of creation, then I probably started traveling around the world as soon as I graduated - recall what I just talked about in class, artistic processing, at least half of it comes from imagination and creation. ”

"But you did get there, didn't you?"

Hermione Granger shook her head, flipped through the manual she had prepared before class, and corrected her seriously.

"Even if you haven't really experienced something, the stories you write in the book are logical, feasible and problematic – in other words, they can all be used as real guides. ”

"Miss Granger, gee, this can't be nonsense. ”

Gilderoy Lockhart explained with a frown as he felt a cold sweat begin to slowly ooze from his back.

"It's not as simple as you say, and I've said it again and again – people who are looking for realism in fictional stories must have something wrong with their heads. What I'm writing is just a fantasy story, but it's going to take a lot of effort to come to a conclusion, and you need to learn how it's written, not the story itself. ”

"There are a lot of wizards in this school who are better than me, and if you're really interested in trolls, werewolves, vampires, banshees, etc., then I'd suggest you'd better leave your questions to Defence Against the Dark Arts rather than language lessons. ”

"Well, well, well...... I see, I didn't want to be ...... like this."

Looking around at the young wizards still surrounding him, Lockhart sighed again.

Then, he drew his wand and tapped on the large blackboard behind him, on which several rows of words immediately appeared.

【Language and Literature (2nd Grade)】

[Assignment of the Week: Please use the following elements to create a short essay on your own—Trolls, Wizards, Travel, Friends, Food, and Magic. It is required that the content in the text must have a strong relationship with these elements, choose a good angle, clarify the style, and write your own title; do not pretend or plagiarize; no less than 800 words;

"Sorry from the bottom of my heart, kids. I have to give you an assignment, and if you really can't wait to know the rest of the story, then please use your quill pen to reflect it in your composition. ”

Gilderoy Lockhart tapped the blackboard again, raised his voice and said sternly.

"Now, everybody pack up and go to the auditorium for dinner - please, don't force me to deduct points for this! This is the first class of the new semester! The last thing you need to do is clear your brains and get ready for the afternoon class. ”

At Gilderoy Lockhart's fourth urging, the second-year wizards finally dispersed, packed up the paper, pens and textbooks on their desks, and reluctantly left the Chinese classroom and went downstairs to the auditorium.

Compared with the follow-up of the heart-wrenching story, the pressure of homework and deducting points seems to be slightly better for the time being.

It's just that, judging from the looks on the faces of the students, if nothing else, the books that Gilderoy Lockhart gave away for free in the next week are likely to become the most popular "extracurricular readings" in the school.

......

"What a humble man, Professor Lockhart. ”

As the second-graders walked down the long stairs and headed back to the auditorium for dinner, Ron Weasley said with admiration.

"If I did so many great things, I would definitely want the whole world to know about it immediately, and I would brag about it, the only regret is that he still assigned his homework, and he didn't ask so ......much if he knew it."

"So, you're not Professor Lockhart, Weasley. ”

Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow, pouring cold water on it.

"You'd better think about the composition, there's nowhere to copy this thing, and I'm sure that with Professor Lockhart's level, even if you just copy a beginning, you can get you out in an instant—and your math, tsk—"

"Why, the noble members of the Malfoy family actually have the desire to win in the Muggle discipline?"

As if stabbed by something, Ron turned his head to stare at Draco like a cockfight.

As the most mediocre kid in the Weasleys, Ron wasn't that competitive.

In fact, he was going to mess around and have a little fun. If anyone else said that, Ron wouldn't be stupid enough to add extra homework to himself, but the only way he could accept being ridiculed by the Malfoys was the Malfoys.

"Ron, that's not what Draco meant......"

Harry looked at his two friends in embarrassment, trying to play the round.

"I'm sorry, Harry, that's what I meant!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Malfoy let out a disdainful sneer and said coldly with his arms folded.

"Ron Weasley, I just feel more and more embarrassed to be on the side of an unmotivated guy like you. I've put up with you for a long time, and don't you feel ashamed that you've been copying Harry and my homework since last year?"

"Malfoy, you! don't go too far!"

Ron glanced at the classmates around him, his face instantly flushed, and he clenched his fists hard.

Even if he didn't turn his head, Ron could clearly feel that as an argument suddenly broke out between the two, the queue came to a halt for a while, and everyone was looking at him and Malfoy curiously, whispering something to each other.

"Draco, you're not doing that, Ron, he's ......" Harry frowned, elbowing the boy next to him.

"It's between me and Ron, Harry. Rest assured, I won't swing my fist at him. ”

Draco Malfoy shook his head slightly, pulled Harry away from him, and walked over to Ron, staring fearlessly at the Weasley boy panting like an angry bison, his eyes squinting in arrogance.

"Why, do you want to fight, if that's your only way to express it, then come on!"

"You...... Malfoy ...... Very good......"

Ron Weasley gasped violently, his fists clenched and clenched, trying to resist his urge to smash that hateful face with a punch, glaring viciously at Draco Malfoy, who was suddenly attacked, and said word by word.

"I didn't expect you to think like this all along? I remember, Ma, Er, Fu, Shao, Master!"

"Or am I wrong somewhere, except for Quidditch and wizarding chess, do you put your mind on studying? If you think you can beat me in a certain subject exam, then I will do whatever you want, but unfortunately—heh—"

"That's enough, Draco, shut up! What the hell is wrong with you today?!"

Harry Potter tugged Malfoy hard, pulling him away from Ron, and turned his head to look at Ron.

"And Ron, you calm each other down first, I don't think there's any misunderstanding here......"

"There's no misunderstanding, I hear you clearly—" Ron said hatefully.

"As a scumbag, I just don't deserve to be friends with the noble Master Malfoy! You give me a good look, Draco Malfoy, I hope by the end of this semester, you'd better remember what you said!"

With that, Ron raised his hand and opened Harry's outstretched right hand, and a man struggled to squeeze through the crowd and rush down the stairs.

Harry turned his head sharply, looked at Draco Malfoy with great anger, and asked with a frown.

"Draco, don't you think what you just said was a bit too much?"

"Maybe a little, but so what, am I wrong?"

Draco Malfoy pursed his lips and said with a strong composure, a mixture of emotions in his voice.

"In fact, at the end of last year, Ron himself should have discovered that if he hadn't had the bonus of the last checkerboard level of the 'Dark Arts Level', he would have fallen behind a long time ago, let alone ...... from this year."

Draco Malfoy shook his head, but didn't finish his sentence.

Perhaps for most young wizards, the lesson just now was just an interesting story meeting, but in the eyes of Draco Malfoy, who had just joined the Special Containment Procedures Foundation, the meaning was completely different

There is no doubt that Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is also a member of the Foundation.

And if nothing else, this "language professor" has no less status in the Foundation - at least not lower than the level of B-class researcher Bill Weasley, who is his guide, that is, most likely an A-class member.

Although I still don't quite understand the meaning of this lesson and the math lesson of the previous class.

But considering the observations of the past few days, Draco Malfoy is now at least certain of one thing: Hogwarts should have undergone unprecedented changes this year, otherwise there would not have been such a large number of graduates to return to school, and under such a change, no one would deliberately stop and wait for those who have been left behind.

Whether it is the "after-school homework" of mathematics class or Chinese class, it further proves this point.

Big sister, oh no, or more accurately, that huge mysterious force, including Big Sister Elena, Professor Dumbledore, and the Ministry of Magic, is screening students in some way, and if you choose one wrong step, you may miss the future.

"I'm sorry, Weasley, I hope you'll be a little more aggressive......"

Draco Malfoy looked up, looked at the figure not far away, and pinched the badge in his pocket.

As an ordinary D-class, there is only so much he can do, and this is also the "personal mission" that Bill Weasley assigned to him in the box of the Hogwarts Express before.

......

At the same time, at the entrance at the top of the staircase.

"Aren't you going to persuade me?, Draco and Ron seem to be at odds. ”

Hannah Abbott gently touched the white-haired dumpling beside her and said with some concern.

Stuck at the very end of the line, they couldn't hear the full conversation, only vaguely hearing the conversation where the two of them raised their voices and blamed each other, and they didn't know what was going on below.

"I don't think so......

Elena raised her eyebrows, looked at the little boy not far away, and shook her head slightly.

"Why do I think these two seem to have a good relationship - maybe this is how the boys express friendship with each other, it's really silly, stubborn and naïve. But...... It does seem to have had a little effect. ”

At this delicate point in time, even with her foresight, she could not be sure where the future of the wizarding world would go, and in this case, she naturally had no time to take care of and urge everyone around her.

However, Draco Malfoy had reminded her of this - perhaps, she should try to give them more chances.

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