Transfiguration was hard, especially after not using a spell during a holiday, and Professor McGonagall was upset by the poor performance of the young wizards.

Ron's wand had been broken by Beater Willow before, so he borrowed some tape to repair it and made do with it. As a result, it crackles from time to time and emits sparks. Every time Ron tried to deform the beetle, he was immediately surrounded by a gray, rotten egg-smelling puff of smoke.

Of course, Joe and Hermione were exceptions, Hermione easily turned the beetle into a beautiful black button, and Joe was the icing on the cake, adding gold trim to the white button he had conjured.

Gryffindor added ten points, and McGonagall seemed to be in a much better mood

At the end of class, Ron angrily banged his wand on the table. "Stupid...... Useless...... Stuff ......"

"It's you yourself don't cherish it, you look at Joe. Hermione reproached. Ron looked to the side, only to see Joe take out a clean white silk cloth, wipe it carefully, and light a string of small sparks with his wand before carefully inserting it into the wand holster.

"I think you should buy a new wand. When everything was taken care of, Joe looked up and said. "Your wand is so bad that even Ollivander can't fix it. If you keep using it, you might accidentally turn yourself into a little frog!" and he left with his bag.

"Weird guy! I don't know why George and Fred have such a good relationship with this guy!"

"Well, Joe is kind too!" Hermione advised.

"Write a letter home and ask for another one. Harry suggested.

"yes, another roaring letter," Ron said, tucking his wand into his bag. "Your wand is broken, all your fault—"

At lunch, Harry finally enjoyed the pain he was known for, several times more painful than the scars of the first year. Because Gryffindor has a new boy named Colin Creevey, he always follows Harry's ass for pictures and asks for autographs.

Or Malfoy's most classic, albeit a bit of a personal attack, "Everybody line up!" he shouted at the crowd, "Harry Potter wants to send autographed photos!"

True love is extraordinary, and you actually took the initiative to help Harry promote it!But is it really good for you to openly express your love in public? Jo feels that there is a small train next to him that has been "dirty" and has started.

It's finally time for Lockhart, the most watery professor in seven years. Rest assured, Joe was absolutely justified in saying this, and he dared to pat his chest to assure Lockhart that he was definitely much more watery than Umbridge. The latter will at least use the Drill Heart Mantra, the former, I won't talk about it, everyone understands!

"Now it's Lockhart's lesson, you have to behave well and don't make a bad impression of him. Joe heard Hermione say a little nervously to Harry and Ron before class. Poor little girl, you're going to be disappointed next!

Once the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone. He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he said, pointing to his picture and winking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Medal of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I'm not smiling at Wan Lun [a port city in southwestern Thailand]. The female ghost!"

He waited for everyone to laugh, and several of them smiled faintly.

"I see that you all bought my full set of books (Joe deformed the book cover with Transfiguration) - good. I thought we'd do a quiz today. Don't be afraid - just see how well you read and how much ...... you understand."

After handing out the papers, he returned to the pulpit and said, "Give you thirty minutes." Now—begin!"

It's definitely the most narcissistic volume ever Joe has ever seen. The moment he saw the scroll, although Joe had already known what was being asked, he still felt that Xenophilius's disregard for Lockhart's suggestion was really extremely correct. Because it is written in the volume:

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?

And so on, on three sides of paper, and the last question is:

54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away, and Joe handed in the blank paper directly, anyway, if Lockhart dared to target him, he would definitely pull out his wand and knock him out of Hogwarts, anyway, this guy is not as strong as Hermione at this time, except that it is a little interesting compared to Voldemort's Oblivion Curse.

"Tsk - almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti". "A few of my classmates want to read Weekend with Werewolves again—I made it clear in Chapter 12 that my ideal birthday present is for all those who can and can't to live in harmony with each other—but I won't refuse a large bottle of Ogden Aged Hot Whiskey!"

"Oh!" Lockhart suddenly pulled out a test paper, "Someone handed in a blank paper!, I'm sorry Joe Gul, you didn't study properly!" he said with a look of regret. Joe saw Hermione glaring at him fiercely.

Lockhart didn't pursue it (Joe regretted not having a chance to knock him out of Hogwarts), though, and he winked mischievously at them. Ron looked at him with distrust now, Seamus Finigan and Dean Thomas in front of him were shaking with silent laughter, but Hermione was listening intently, and Lockhart startled her by the sudden mention of his name.

“...... But Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of hair lotions—good girl!, in fact—" he flipped her roll over, "a hundred! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione held up a trembling hand.

"Great!" Lockhart said with a smile, "Very good! Add ten points to Gryffindor!Now, let's get down to business......

"Now-beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend against the worst the wizarding world has ever known! But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. ”

Lockhart put a hand on the hood, "I must ask you not to scream," he said in a low voice, "that would anger them!"

The class held their breath as Lockhart lifted the hood.

"Yes," he said, as if playfully, "the elf of Cornwall [the name of England, England] that I just caught. ”

Seamus Finigan couldn't help but let out a sneer, and even Lockhart couldn't have thought it was a scream of horror.

"What?" he asked Seamus with a smile.

"Well, they're not—they're not very—dangerous, are they?" said Seamus with a breathless laugh.

"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, shaking his finger at him in annoyance, "they might also be cunning little saboteurs like the devil!"

These little elves were iron-blue, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp and piercing voices, as if many budgies were arguing. As soon as the covers were removed, they began to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage grille, and make all sorts of weird grimaces at those who came nearby.

"Alright," Lockhart exclaimed, "look what you guys do with them!" he opened the cage door.

It's a mess. The elves flew around like rockets. Two of them grabbed Neville by the ears and picked him up. A few others rushed out of the window and scattered broken glass in the back row of the classroom. The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, more powerful than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed inkwells and threw them at the class, tore books and paper to shreds, pasted pictures on the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and threw school bags and textbooks out of broken windows. A few minutes later, half of the class was hiding under the desk, Neville swinging on the chandelier.

"Come on, get them together, get them together, they're just pixies...... Lockhart shouted.

He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand and shouted, "Peschipixi-Pestnomy!"

To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out the window. Lockhart gasped and slid under the lectern table, nearly being smashed by Neville as the chandelier fell off almost instantly.

"Ahh "I wanted to continue to watch Lockhart make a fool of himself, why are you guys here!"

He pointed his wand at them and whispered, "Flock of birds!" Bursts of magic erupted from the tip of his wand, followed not by a few conjured up by Hermione in the books, but by a large flock of birds flying out of the tip of his wand. They quickly searched for the elves in the room, then sped to knock them unconscious. In less than a minute, the mess in the house was quelled.

Just then, the bell rang for the end of class. Joe picked up the book, bowed to Lockhart, who had just crawled out of the podium, and said, "Joe Gul salutes you, Professor Lockhart. Then he turned and walked out of the classroom.