Chapter 178: A New Attack

"Perhaps, that's not for sure. "www.biquge.info Sir, if you apply for this position, I think my father will definitely vote for you." I will tell him that you are the best teacher at Hogwarts. ”

Snape seemed to be very pleased with Malfoy's words, and he walked up and down the basement classroom like a proud rooster with an irrepressible smug smile on his face, and the Slytherin students were equally happy.

The Gryffindor students glared at the bad boys in Slytherin and wanted to rush up and beat them up.

Malfoy loved the hateful and feeble look in his eyes, "I'm so surprised that the Mudbloods haven't packed up their stuff yet, and you'll soon learn how unwise this is." ”

He continued to say cruelly, "I could bet you five gold gallons that the next person would surely die, I guess she was—" Malfoy's murderous eyes stared at Hermione Granger.

Ron saw Malfoy's annoying look and immediately jumped up and rushed to beat him. The end of class rang, and the others hurriedly packed up their books and waited to be led to other classes by the teacher.

Harry and Hermione were grabbing Ron to keep him from rushing up, "Let me beat him." Ron said angrily, "I'll make his face bloom, I can beat him to death without a wand." ”

"Thank you, Ron. Hermione was very grateful for Ron's maintenance, "but I'll find my own way and deal with him." ”

"Hurry up, now I'll take you to the herbal class, and follow me closely. Snape yelled at the class.

The students left the classroom in pairs, Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the back. They could also see the defiant look from Malfoy's eyes, which they read out of Malfoy's eyes as revenge for the last incident.

Malfoy was about to float, and he walked briskly, like he was on a soft cloud. His relaxed and flexible body can easily exert his strength even in the clouds, and his body is like a snake without bones, but it is flexible and agile.

Malfoy's eyes were fierce flames, and his heart was secretly happy, "Potter, this idiot, thinks that it is enough to deceive the intrigue and trickery, but he doesn't know that the real source of power has always been strength. ”

The last time Harry and the others cheated out the information, Malfoy was so angry that he was about to go crazy, he smashed a lot of his collection, and now he feels distressed when he thinks about it. He didn't dare tell anyone else, let alone his father.

It would make him lose face and make others disappoint him. So instead he had to help Harry cover it up, and he suffered a big loss, but he could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

I didn't expect that the feng shui would take turns so quickly, Harry and they deceived the intelligence, but they didn't have the ability to match. Dumbledore was still kicked out of the house, they couldn't help anything, and the new school teacher might be Snape. At least that's what Malfoy thought.

In addition to the annoying Malfoy, there is another person who also appears in front of everyone's eyes.

In the afternoon, Professor Snape escorted the Gryffindor students to a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Harry and the others sat in their usual seats, waiting for the tedious and unhelpful lesson.

Harry couldn't help but whisper, "So, it's not that the school curriculum is useful, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is a waste of time, and there are many other elective courses that are not necessary. If I could, I would even like to lose the Potions class. ”

"I'm only going to take two electives right now, but you wouldn't be foolish enough to think that you could give up the required courses. Hermione raised an eyebrow, she knew how much Harry hated Snape and Malfoy.

Potions class was torture for all three of them. But this is a compulsory subject, and it is related to their future, and no matter how bad it is, they can only study hard.

"I wish the school had replaced the Potions teacher. Ron grumbled under his breath, then looked at Lockhart who suddenly jumped in, and added, "And the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." ”

Lockhart jumped into the classroom, and everyone stared at him in surprise, how could he be happy? The other teachers in the academy were all bitter and serious. If there is another attack, the academy may be closed, who can be happy.

"Alright, alright. Lockhart waved his hands in joy and said, "Be happy, why are you all so miserable?"

Everyone exchanged angry glances, but no one spoke.

"Didn't you notice?" Lockhart asked, with an exaggerated expression, pretending to be strange, as if they were all unresponsive and missing something, "the danger is over, the criminals have been taken away by the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Who said that?" Dean said loudly.

"My dear students, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have taken Hagrid away if it hadn't been 100% sure that he was the murderer. Lockhart explained helplessly, as if he was very sorry that everyone couldn't see this simple truth clearly.

Fortunately, everyone is not as "smart" as he is!".

"Not necessarily. Ron's voice was louder than Dean's.

"I'm sure I know a little more about Hagrid's arrest than you know, Mr. Weasley. Lockhart looked triumphant, as if he really knew some secrets.

Ron was about to retort, but before he could speak, he stopped when Harry kicked him under the table.

"We weren't there. Harry whispered to him.

It's not a good thing to continue arguing with Lockhart, a liar with a lot of rhetoric, you can't convince him, and the argument is pointless, Harry doesn't dare to expose the fact that he was there.

Ron was still indignant, Lockhart's disgusting joy, his look of course for Hagrid's murderer. and his self-righteous arrogance that everything is over, which irritates the others.

Hermione had no intention of earning credit in such a class, and everyone glared at Lockhart if their eyes could kill. Lockhart must have been stabbed in public.

But Lockhart completely ignores the anger of others, at least when it comes to dealing with the pressure and contempt of the crowd, Lockhart is definitely the best of the best. He could continue to tell his false story unconsciously, and indulge himself in the story when everyone else didn't cooperate.

(To be continued.) )