In the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Hermione awaited Lockhart's arrival with joy. Harry and Ron beside her had a face on their shoulders, as if Lockhart owed them three hundred Galleons.

"I don't know why she trusted Lockhart so much. Can't she see that the liar doesn't know anything?"

Ron thought he was whispering to Harry, but Hermione didn't know that his words were being heard by Hermione.

However, before Hermione could retort, the classroom door opened, and a dark-haired man walked into the classroom with very light but very fast steps.

Not Lockhart! Harry and Ron's eyes lit up, but then immediately became more bitter than before.

It was Snape.

Snape was like a messenger of the night, closing the curtains every time he walked through a window. By the time he stepped up to the podium, the entire classroom was almost as dim as his Potions classroom underground.

"Put aside your fairy tale books and pull out last semester's Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense." Snape said in his long voice. It was light, but the Gryffindor and Slytherin students in the room could hear it very clearly.

After more than a year of contact, the students have become very clear about Professor Snape's character. After Snape finished speaking, almost all of the students closed their mouths, put away Lockhart's book, and pulled out Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense.

Only Hermione took out last semester's textbook and stared at Snape with round eyes.

"Miss Granger, I should have said, put away your fairy tale book." Snape raised his voice slightly.

"Why didn't Professor Lockhart come to class?" Hermione didn't raise her hand, but asked directly.

"Granger speaks in class, and Gryffindor deducts ten," Snape said unceremoniously, then in a mocking tone, "As for Lockhart, he has a headache."

Lockhart, who had a headache, didn't return to the spotlight until three days later. According to him, this is the after-effect of his early adventures.

In the past few days of Snape's substitute teaching, his reputation has been rising, especially for the fifth and seventh graders, and he is very grateful for his teaching. Even Harry, who hated Snape the most, had to admit that he could learn real things in Snape's class.

The contrast between Snape and Lockhart infuriated Lockhart's fans, who had to once again come up with Calvin's assessment of Lockhart's genius. As a result, Calvin's reputation among students has gradually declined.

And when Calvin met Lockhart again, it was three days later, when he came out of the school hospital.

Lockhart's face looked ruddy, but Calvin could tell at a glance that the narcissist had put on makeup to hide his ugliness.

"Professor Capet!" Lockhart's spirit was still good, walking up to Calvin like a proud rooster.

"Professor Capet, you know what? I dreamed of you the other night." Lockhart said brightly.

Calvin raised an eyebrow, he didn't know what Lockhart meant, did he already see my actions?

"Oh, I hope it's not a nightmare." Calvin didn't say much. ….

Lockhart shook his head, "No, no, no, it's not a nightmare, but it's fun. You blew the whole street away."

"I'm not going to do such a thing." Calvin didn't want to bother with Lockhart. He'd already seen it: Lockhart didn't know the truth about that night, and he was an idiot in addition to being proficient in memory magic.

Calvin swept past Lockhart, intending to go to the Great Hall, but who knew that Lockhart had posted it.

"Professor Capet, are you going to the Great Hall? I'll go with you. There's something I want to tell you." Lockhart walked half a step ahead of Calvin and said, "I asked Headmaster Dumbledore to open a dueling class, and I would like to ask you to be my assistant."

Duel lessons? Aides?

Calvin stopped and looked at Lockhart with a smug face, and he could probably guess that his club had stimulated him.

"Why did you choose me? Professor Flitwick is no better

Choose? He's a duel champion." Calvin asked.

Lockhart was speechless for a moment, but he quickly adjusted and said with a smile, "Professor Flitwick used to be my teacher, and I'm too embarrassed to ask him to be my assistant."

So you're embarrassed to ask me to be your assistant, aren't you?

Calvin thought about it for a moment and felt that the pros and cons of agreeing to Lockhart outweighed the cons, and at least having him present would hasten the student's dislike of Lockhart.

"I guess that's fine, Professor Lockhart." Calvin did his best to hide his disdain and disgust for him.

Lockhart's smile became even more exaggerated, "That's it, Professor Capet, see you on Thursday."

Calvin was not the only one who knew the news of the dueling class, and all the students had seen it on the bulletin board in the auditorium.

By this time, Calvin's club had cooled down, and his magic paintings had moved from the center of the auditorium to the side. So the news of the dueling class quickly became a new hot topic of discussion.

"It's long overdue!" Dean Thomas said excitedly, "The professors finally realize how ridiculous Defence Against the Dark Arts class is."

"Who will teach us?" Harry squeezed Ron into the crowd, his gaze scanning quickly across the parchment, as if trying to find the professor's name.

"Could it be Professor Flitwick?" Harry said a girl in a blue school uniform next to him.

On the other side of her, there was a tall and handsome boy whom Harry knew, Cedric Diggory.

"Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was younger," Cedric said, as if echoing the girl next to him, "but I'd rather be Professor Capet."

"That's right, Professor Capet is very strong, I've seen him shoot." Ron quickly picked up, and in his opinion, Professor Capet could beat all the professors in the school except Headmaster Dumbledore.

"But doesn't Professor Capet have his own club?" The girl asked, glancing up at Cedric.

This action made Harry see the girl's swan-like neck, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Autumn, uh, Autumn Chang," Cedric was a little nervous, "you're right, but I think, uh, I mean, I'm not sure who is stronger, Professor Capet or Professor Flitwick."

Autumn Zhang? Her name is so nice.

Harry felt his breath stall and stared blankly at Cho Chang.

Cho Chang noticed Harry's eyes as well, and turned her head to smile at him kindly.

Harry's heart was pounding, and his face was hot. He quickly lowered his head.

"Who do you think will teach, Harry," Ron nudged Harry beside him, "Why is your face so red?"

lq.

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