Ron's bad mood lasted until it was time for them to eat.

But the bad wand had done at least one good thing, and that was that Hermione seemed to feel that Ron had been punished enough, and now that she was as friendly as ever, at least her face was not cold anymore.

"What's the afternoon class?" Harry tried to change the subject.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts." Hermione glanced at the class schedule, "With the Ravenclaw students, it seems that we were lucky enough to hear from Professor Lockhart on the first day of school. ”

Harry and Ron looked at each other worriedly, "I don't think that's going to be anything pleasant. ”

Hermione looked at Clark again, expecting him to support her, but Clark shook her head.

"To be honest, I'm not optimistic about him being the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, although he does have some tricks, but he is not qualified to be a teacher."

Hearing Ravenclaw, Clark remembered the transfer student from the United States, Bruce Stewart, the name was really interesting.

At this time, Hermione closed the book with a "snap", blushed in annoyance, and got up to leave.

Unfortunately, this little temper only lasted until the beginning of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, and then, she also wavered a little.

Because when Defence Against the Dark Arts class started and the class sat down, our Professor Lockhart began to put on a show.

He reached for Neville's "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing his classmates the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," Lockhart said, pointing to his picture, his eyes pierced.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Defence Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award – but I never talk about that, because I don't use a smile to ward off Bandun's ghost."

He waited for everyone to laugh, but only a few of them smiled faintly, and Clark even heard Bruce, the American transfer student behind him, sneer.

The reaction on the scene exceeded Lockhart's expectations, which made the embarrassed look on his face flash before returning to normal.

"I see you've all bought my full book."

Clark also laughed at this time, and honestly, because of him, the Blotted Bookstore has made a lot of money this year.

"Very good, I think we will take a quiz today, don't be afraid, just see how well you read and how much ...... you understand"

Lockhart handed out the papers, returned to the podium and said, "Give you thirty minutes, start now." ”

Clark looked at the scroll and saw that it was full of questions about Lockhart himself.

For example, what is Lockhart's favorite color? What is his secret ambition?

And so on, a total of 54 questions, written on three sides of paper.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked at it in front of the class, reading and commenting on it.

"Tsk...... Almost no one remembers my favorite lilac, which I mentioned in A Year with a Tibetan Yeti. ”

"How many students would like to read it again? "Wandering with Werewolves" - As I made clear in Chapter 12 of the book, my ideal birthday present is for all those who can and cannot do magic to live in harmony.

Of course, I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden Adult Flame Whisky. ”

He winked mischievously at his classmates again, Ron now looked at him with distrust, and Seamus and Dean in front of him trembled with silent laughter.

Clark heard the laughter of the American transfer students behind him laugh even louder, and he even whispered to the Ravenclaw students next to him, "Are your Hogwarts teachers at this level?" It's all some kind of question and boring answer. ”

Hermione, the only one, was still listening intently.

At this point, Lockhart flipped to Clark's exam paper and suddenly paused, "Oh, that's great, look at this paper!" ”

Gilderoy Lockhart pulled out Clark's roll alone, held it in his hand and shook it.

"Mr. Puwitt knows that my secret revenge is to rid the world of evil, as well as selling my own line of hair lotions—what a great guy! In fact—"

He flipped Clarke's roll over, "One hundred!" Where is Mr. Clark Puwitt? ”

Clark stood up with a smile, Hermione beside him looking up at him with a look of disbelief, broken eyes.

It's like discovering that the classmates in the dormitory say that they go to play games every day, but they secretly take the graduate school entrance exam and pass.

Is this starting to roll up?!

"Yay!" Lockhart smiled and said, "Very good! Ten points to Gryffindor! ”

"Straight to the point." He stooped down and took out a large cage covered with cloth and placed it on the podium.

"Now beware, I'm on a mission to teach you how to defend against the most evil little thing the wizarding world has ever known.

You will face the most horrific things in this classroom, but remember that as long as I am there you will not be harmed, and I only ask you to remain calm. ”

Clark pulled out his wand, and although it was only a pretense, he knew what he was going to face after reading the books.

"I must ask you not to scream, that will anger them!"

Lockhart lifted the hood and said actfully, "Yes, the Cornish elf I just caught." ”

The class held their breath for a while, and then burst into laughter.

"Professor, do you call this the most evil and terrifying existence?" American transfer student Bruce Stewart laughed almost breathlessly.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart shook his finger at him in annoyance and said, "They're cunning little saboteurs like the devil!" ”

These elves did bear some resemblance to the devil, with iron-blue skin, about eight inches tall, small pointed faces, and very sharp and piercing voices, like many budgies 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.

"Well," Lockhart cried out, "look what you do with them!" ”

With that, he opened the cage door.

Now, it was as if the gates of hell had really been opened, and the whole classroom was in chaos.

A dozen elves flew around like ignited rockets, and several of them rushed out of the window, scattering broken glass in the back row of the classroom.

There were also a few who grabbed Seamus's ears and picked him up very easily.

The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, worse than seven or eight mad cows on a rampage.

In this moment of confusion, Clark finally stepped up.