As an XXX-level magical animal, the elf is actually not very powerful.

According to the Ministry of Magic's level indications, magical creatures of this level generally mean that ordinary wizards can be easily tamed.

However, for the defenseless and scattered second-year wizards, they were nothing short of a disaster.

Some of the elves from Cornwall grabbed inkwells and threw them at the class.

Some tore books and paper to shreds, and tore off pictures on the walls.

Others turned the waste bins upside down and threw their school bags and textbooks out of broken windows.

A few minutes later, half of the class had taken refuge under the desk, Seamus

"Come, come, bring them together, bring them together, they're just pixies......" Lockhart shouted, rolling up his sleeves and waving his wand, ready to cast a spell.

Clark was one step ahead of him, using [Manipulating Small Objects] to pretend to be a levitation charm, first imprisoning a little elf, and then shouting in a voice blessed with [Mind Infection] and [Enchanting Humans]:

"Don't panic, everyone, do what Professor Lockhart said, cooperate, this is the professor's test for us!"

Unlike Lockhart, who had no authority, Clarke, who was blessed with two psychic abilities, calmed the students in the classroom from their panic as soon as he spoke.

And soon, under his organization, a counterattack was carried out.

"In groups of three, one person picks up the book next to him to defend, one person casts a spell to restrict the elf's movements, and the other person attacks freely, be careful not to accidentally hurt your companions!"

Hermione was the first to respond to Clark's call, and a cryo spell froze an elf that wanted to impact Clark and threw it into a cage along with the one he had imprisoned.

Immediately afterwards, the second person to respond to Clark was Bruce, a transfer student from Ilvermorny in the United States.

"Hahaha, this course is really interesting."

I saw that with a wave of his hand, he grabbed a flying elf very calmly, and then slammed it to the ground, smashing it to the ground and fainting.

With the person taking the lead, the remaining little wizards also reacted, Neville directly copied the textbook in front of him, and like playing baseball, he knocked out a little elf in front of him who was grimacing at him.

There weren't many of these elves, and under their counterattack, they were defeated and captured at a speed visible to the naked eye and stuffed into cages.

When the last elf was driven into a cage under the threat of several little wizards, the whole classroom fell silent again.

Immediately afterwards, there was applause that lasted for a long time.

Although the classroom is a mess at the moment, broken glass and paper are all over the floor, and the desks, chairs and benches are also staggering.

But the faces of each little wizard were flushed with vigorous exercise and excitement.

"Quiet." Clark pressed his hand, the applause subsided, and he walked up to Lockhart and reported loudly.

"Professor, all the elves have been caught, to be honest, this is the first practical class we have experienced since we entered the school, and we didn't behave well at first, please forgive me."

Isn't it, last year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was Professor Quirrell, who was parasitized by Voldemort, and asked a Dark Lord to teach the students how to defend against the Dark Arts, which was a joke.

Lockhart's panicked look had disappeared by this time, and he stood on the podium, smiling and nodding, as if everything was in his expectation.

Because he was not robbed of his wand by the elves like in the original book, the little wizards present saw his expression, and some really thought that this was the test that Lockhart gave them.

Then Clark said:

"Through this practical class, we have also learned a lot of truths, what you want to convey must be that no matter what enemy you face, you must not take it lightly, and you must always be vigilant and calm to deal with it.

I have to say, this is really a valuable first lesson of the school year. ”

Under Clark's praise, Lockhart's face reappeared with a bright smile.

"Yes, Mr. Prewitt, you understand it quite rightly, what a good little wizard, Gryffindor plus twenty points!

Students, what he said is exactly what I want to tell you about your adventure, remember, always be vigilant! ”

The bell rang for the end of class, and in the hallway, the students who had just finished their Defence Against the Dark Arts class were still happily discussing what had just happened in class.

By word of mouth, it is believed that this matter will soon spread at Hogwarts, and the young wizards of the other houses are probably looking forward to Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It's a pity that they will never be able to take a special Defence Against the Dark Arts practice class, after all, with today's lesson, our Professor Lockhart will definitely choose a safer way to teach.

"What's wrong with you today?" Hermione, who was walking on the road, looked at Clark on the side and said with an expression that she didn't recognize him at all.

"I never thought you would be so talented at pleasing teachers."

"Pleasing the teacher? How can you say that. Clark said in an exaggerated tone, "Don't you think Professor Lockhart teaches well?" I remember you circled his lessons in a heart-shaped shape on the class schedule. ”

"Enough!" Hermione blushed in annoyance, "That's when I was confused, and in today's class, anyone smart can see what kind of character Lockhart is." ”

"Surely you know something," she said suddenly, "do you have something to do with him?" The only thing that makes Lockhart special is that he is a professor. You coaxed him like this, there must be some conspiracy! ”

Clark pushed away Hermione, who came to him, "Don't say it so ugly, what is a conspiracy, I respect Professor Lockhart very much." ”

Hermione looked at him with disgust, "Pretend, you still pretend, every time you smile, I know that you must not have any good intentions." ”

"Okay, I do have something to do and want Professor Lockhart's help, but that must not be a conspiracy, tonight at twelve o'clock, when the lounge is empty, I'll tell you."

"Cut, who is rare, do you like to say it or not." As soon as Clark finished speaking, Hermione hugged the book, snorted arrogantly, and left directly.

Clark shouted at her, "I also asked George and Fred to get down to business, don't forget." ”

As if angry, Hermione left faster, and Clark looked at her back as she went to the library, and could only shake her head helplessly, not knowing where he had provoked her, he turned around and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.