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 in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he said, pointing to his photograph and winking at the same time, "Gilderoy Lockhart, third class of the Order of the Merlin Order, honorary member of the Anti-Black Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award." But I don't talk about that, I don't rely on a smile to drive away Wanlun's female ghost! ”

It's true that you didn't exorcise female ghosts by smiling, because female ghosts were not killed by you at all, but you did take the credit for driving out female ghosts with your charming smile, and made all readers believe it.

Lockhart was expecting excited smiles from everyone, but few laughed. You don't even bother to look through a serious textbook, so who would bother to read your boastful one.

The students didn't give face, and the atmosphere was a little cold, but Lockhart was very thick-skinned and didn't show too much unusual on his face, and quickly changed the topic to expose the matter.

Lockhart is thick-skinned enough to be perfected, and he doesn't need to be reminded by the father of Kidd the Monster Thief to master the trick of poker faces, but it's a pity that this guy is too lazy to spend effort to improve his magic level, and just wants to continue to sustain himself by this false lie and deception.

Lockhart didn't change his sassy personality, and still prepared a quiz for everyone before the official class. There were no questions to test students about magic, but all boring questions such as 'what is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?' 'What is his ideal birthday present?' and 'What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?'

Are you teaching students knowledge, or are you looking for fans?

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked through it in front of the class.

Hermione seemed to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder, no matter what the test was, she always filled in all the blanks slowly. Harry and Ron filled in what they knew, but Maple didn't write a word and handed over the blank paper to Professor Lockhart.

"Tsk, almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti". I have a few classmates who want to read "Weekend with Werewolves" again, and I make it clear in chapter 12 of the book that my ideal birthday present is for everyone who can and can't do magic to get along with each other, but I also don't say no to a large bottle of Ogden Aged Heat Whiskey! ”

Lockhart winked mischievously at the students who thought he could adjust the atmosphere, but he didn't know that the students didn't buy it, they were learning in class, not listening to Lockhart's boasting.

Lockhart didn't think about it at all, he thought he was carefully arranged, but he inadvertently exposed his level in front of the students, Ron looked at him with distrust, and the other students also began to doubt Lockhart's level.

Only Hermione, who was originally quite a smart head, was swayed by the emotional obsession of fans for a while, and her IQ continued to decline until the end, when she had to believe that Lockhart was a liar.

The smarter people are, the easier it is to be deceived and fall into the mud, and the nine cows can't pull it back when they admit death, and Hermione is probably in this state of mind at the moment.

Lockhart's course is not as good as Quirrell's last semester, at least he reads the regular textbook "The Dark Forces' Guide to Self-Defense", unlike Lockhart, who has no shame and treats what he writes as a textbook.

Lockhart was talking about something so boring and not magical, and the other students either didn't think so, or laughed with a mocking look on their faces, but Hermione listened intently. When Lockhart saw that she had written a perfect score on her exam paper and added ten points to her, Hermione's body trembled with excitement.

"Tsk, but this Mr. Maple didn't answer a single question, didn't this classmate even read a single book of mine?" After complimenting Hermione, Lockhart also made a point of criticizing Maple. But what he didn't expect was that his criticism was not only not recognized by the students, but instead gave a thumbs up to Maple one by one.

"I don't think it's boring and pointless, and spending half an hour writing about it doesn't help our magic level at all. Since you're a third-class Merlin Medalist, you should show us how good you can be, at least worthy of your medal! Maple didn't wait for Lohar to name him, and took the initiative to stand up and say. If you don't want to deal with you, a liar, and you still take the initiative to find the ballast, then don't blame me for being rude.

"This classmate seems to have misunderstood me," Lockhart said as he motioned for Maple to sit down, "but since you are satisfied with seeing the real spell, then I will grant your wishes." ”

As he spoke, Lockhart bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now, beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend against the most evil the wizarding world has to know! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you stay calm! ”

After boasting about himself, Lockhart opened the shroud, revealing the Cornish elves inside.

These pokemon are only two words different from house-elves, but they are clearly restless compared to the enslaved house-elves.

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.

Then the sand sculpture of Lockhart opened the cage and released all the elves out of Ali, and the elves immediately wreaked havoc in the classroom. Two of them grabbed Neville by the ears and picked him up. A few others rushed out of the window and removed a floor of broken glass in the back row of the classroom.

The elves flew around like rockets, more powerful than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed inkwells and threw them at the class, tore books and paper to shreds, tore pictures from the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and threw 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.

The situation was so serious, but Lockhart didn't think it was a big deal at all, and still had a relaxed smile on his face. But when he tried to subdue the elves in a feat of turning the tide and pretending to be a force, the elves refused to cooperate with him, grabbed his wand, and threw it out the window.

How so? I spent a lot of money!

Lockhart wanted to cry before he saw Neville's body slam at him, and immediately gasped and slipped under the table.

A wave of pretending to be forced failed, but instead exposed his own details, and now, except for Hermione and some guys with bad heads, everyone else knows what kind of goods Lockhart is. But after that, Lockhart still felt good about himself, and came out everywhere.

After seeing Lockhart's fool, Maple finally made a move.

I don't know if house-elves and these pokemon are the same breed, or if they are just house-elves in a wild state, but it is clear that house-elves are enslaved, but their magic is much stronger than these elves.

"Shapeshift!" Maple grabbed piles of Lockhart's textbooks, which he had dismissed, and threw them at the elves, who then turned into cages under Maple's Transfiguration, trapping the elves inside.

Hermione had thought of using other spells, but as soon as Maple made such a move, she immediately did so unconvinced.

The two of them went back and forth, snatching elves one by one, and Maple deliberately released the water, only catching five more than Hermione.

When Maple and Hermione caught all the elves, the other students gave them a round of applause.

To the shock of Maple and the other students, Lockhart, a cheeky man, still had a face. He quietly went out at some point, picked up his wand, and then said, "I think you have guessed that I was completely deliberate just now, just to give you a chance to practice. You see, Mr. Maple and Miss Granger have done a good job, and I'm going to add twenty points to Gryffindor. ”

But now many students don't believe his nonsense anymore and scoff at what he is saying now. On the contrary, this smart person who was the first in Hermione's whole grade, looking at the eager expression on her face, seemed to be convinced by Lockhart's words.

It's so smart that she didn't see through Lockhart's true face, which is incredible! It's no wonder that later generations invented a brain-dead word on the Internet, and people who fall into crazy obsession are always so unreasonable when it comes to their admirers.

"Alright, class is over!" Lockhart also seemed to realize that his words were not so convincing, and the bell had already rang. He hurriedly found a staircase for himself, announced the end of class, and quickly left the classroom.

"Wait a minute," Maple stopped the other students as they packed up their things and prepared to leave the classroom, "Don't leave in a hurry, there are no other classes in the afternoon anyway, and there is still a while before dinner, I think you can stay and practice." ”

"Now that Hermione and I are the only ones who have done it to subdue these elves, don't you want to try it?" Maple said and called Neville's name, and said unceremoniously, "Neville, I remember that I seem to have taught you the Iron Armor Charm and the Stun Charm, and you did a good job at the time, why didn't you use it just now?" ”

"I, I forgot!" Neville's face flushed suddenly, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Alright, let's start with you!"

"There are many ways to deal with this elf, you can protect yourself with the Iron Armor Charm, and then the Petrification Spell, the Freezing Spell, the Stun Charm, and many spells can be used against them." Maple said, then cast all the spells in front of them.

"All petrochemicals!"

"Frost Freeze!"

"Faint!"

"Hermione," Maple demonstrated, then said to Hermione, "We can have two people practice at a time, one for you and one for me." Neville is the first on my side, who will come first on your side? ”

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