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They grabbed inkwells and threw them at the class, tore books and parchment to shreds, tore pictures off the walls, and turned the garbage cans upside down.

Two of them grabbed Neville by the ears and lifted him up, waving on the chandelier hanging from the roof.

Roger Huo Ran's eyes widened, two small things that were only more than 20 centimeters tall could jointly lift the weight of eighty or ninety pounds and fly?

"Come, get them together, quick! they're just elves...... Lockhart shouted from behind the lectern, but half of the class hid under the desk.

The only answer he had was a book that flew in his face.

Lockhart rolled up his sleeves with a flickered weapon, brandished his wand and shouted, "Peschipixi... Pestonomi!"

Unfortunately, it didn't work at all, Lockhart's once good spell-casting ability had become extremely rusty because he hadn't used it for many years, and he basically couldn't use any other spells except for the amnesia charm.

An elf grabs Lockhart's wand and throws it out of the window.

Fortunately, Harry and Hermione had experienced last year's big scene, and their magic skills were not comparable to those of their classmates.

The two drew their wands, and the girl froze the two elves that were close together and stuffed them back into their cages with a clever cryo spell.

Harry was also firing all sorts of obstacle and binding spells, but there were always a few spells that missed and flew diagonally in the direction of Lockhart...

Probably because he was short-sighted......

Lockhart had been pushed under the lectern.

Roger turned his wand like a pen, and the elf who dared to trouble him was pinched to death.

But there were always exceptions, and when a pokew slipped behind Hermione and grabbed her hair, Roger simply grabbed and ripped off two pairs of his wings.

"Let it go! you've hurt it!" the words that had been in the girl's mouth to thank her immediately changed.

"Obey~" Roger smiled and threw the elf dripping with pale cyan blood beads out.

The little thing screamed and flew in the air, its little head completely occupied by pain and fear, and there was an indescribable sense of swelling tearing at its body.

From Hermione's point of view, the elf was like a balloon that had been blown up, and its original size of about twenty centimeters quickly became more than three times larger.

By the time it fell to the lectern, it was more than half a meter high.

"You're using a speed to get bigger?" asked Hermione, looking at the giant elf rolling in pain.

"It's nothing to do with me... It was transformed by its own explosion. Roger quibbled, the tip of the wand that had long since ceased to wander around, but was still pointing in the direction of the elf.

A creature that can lift nearly forty or fifty times its own weight and still fly will be a disaster when it becomes huge.

The elf tumbled off the lectern, and its screams were much sharper and piercing than those little brethren.

And it rolled desperately as it fell to the ground, flipping the lectern to the side, revealing a quail-like Lockhart underneath.

"Ahh

The already injured and irritable elf was immediately attracted by this scream, and the Cornwall elf itself has a rather strong desire to destroy, and then felt the change in himself......

I can't tell if it's pain or excitement... Perhaps the cries of both came out of its mouth.

It staggered a few steps, losing its wings, leaving the elf a little unbalanced, but it still grabbed Lockhart's ankle in his hand before he fell.

"Ahh

He stretched out his hand to Roger and the others, waving in vain: "Help me, help me, do something!!"

Hermione and Harry wanted to rush to help the professor, regardless of his character, two kind children could not stand idly by watching a man die in front of them like this.

But the situation in the classroom is not very rosy, the elves are going crazy and causing trouble, and the students are even more frightened when they see the bigger elves.

The two of them rushed over, and they didn't even dare to put the spell indiscriminately from such a distance, so as not to accidentally hurt others.

The elf had risen from the ground and lifted Lockhart above his head with one hand.

"Roger!!" Hermione anxiously turned back and shouted at the smiling boy, "Don't stand there stupidly!

"Rest assured... He's a Lockhart beast~'Battle-hardened' Gildero~" Roger didn't mean to get started at all, and even picked up a banana that he didn't know who, peeled it and sat down on the table to eat it.

The girl scolded in a low voice angrily, she couldn't care if others were hurt, and waved her wand to bounce all the obstacles in front of her.

The elf had already rounded Lockhart a few times above his head, and was about to throw him out.

Hermione had opened an unobstructed passageway, and behind her, Harry's spell was already ready to be unleashed.

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!"

But Roger, who was diagonally behind them, moved his wand faster, and the silent shrinking charm hit the elf first.

Its iron-blue body immediately shrank, and Lockhart followed suit, just in time for Harry's Imprisonment Spell to be fired at the Elf.

He ate a full set of bundle plays.

"Shhhh Whew...... "Harry was panting there with his knees propped up, and it only took a few seconds to slow down, and Lockhart didn't say his brain burst... The bones on his body must have broken a dozen or so.

Hermione didn't hesitate, and rushed towards Roger with a fierce attitude, coupled with her thick and fluffy brown hair, like an angry lion lunging at him.

The girl waved her arms: "That situation just now- how can you just sit idly by!?"

"Oh... Come on......" Roger waved his hand amusedly, and pointed to Lockhart, who was tied up like a mummy on the ground: "Lockhart, who is both wise and brave, has both ability and integrity, and still needs help?"

"Look at those books... His dedication to the cause of eliminating all kinds of dangerous and dark creatures is a testament to his extraordinary courage and tenacity!He will be defeated by a slightly stronger Cornish elf?"

"Hahaha... It's a funny joke. Roger smirked dryly, poking Lockhart's sore spot unscrupulously.

Uncle Roger even dared Voldemort to fix it, let alone Lockhart, a scumbag who sold his reputation?