Hallie looked up at Professor Lockhart in surprise, she didn't expect this kind of unexpected gain?

And Professor Lockhart doesn't seem to have any idea about fractions, and he is unusually generous......

It's not right, other professors seem to be like this, they are generous and never disdain to add a penny or two.

It turned out to be a cauldron of witch charm! That's fine.

Professor Lockhart had already put on another show with two students answering perfect marks, boasting about himself, and at the same time he was relieved.

It's embarrassing if no student gets a perfect score. Now there are at least two perfect scores!

Although one of them borrowed from others, he didn't care! He doesn't care!

There were many thoughts in his mind for a moment, but Professor Lockhart's hand didn't slow down.

He stooped down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

Harley felt the breath of a living creature from inside, but no sound came out, probably because of a soundproofing spell attached to the cage, or maybe a cover, but it didn't matter.

"Without further ado, we're going to start class!" Professor Lockhart said cheerfully,

"Now - beware! I'm going to show you the most dangerous, evil, and terrifying creatures in the entire wizarding world, and teach you how to defend against it! ……”

The silk thread in front of Harley turned into the shape of a palm with a middle finger up, and was as lazy as its owner.

What's in that cage?

Puppet? Devil? Or the Black Knight?

If it is one of these existences, then it should not be said by itself. If not, Hallie only wishes Professor Lockhart could make a draft the next time he brags.

Professor Lockhart ripped off the shroud from the cage, revealing the creatures inside.

A group of Cornwall elves.

The boys burst out laughing in no particular order, after all, these iron-blue gadgets looked more like goblins in their garden.

And if memory serves, these things aren't even dark magic creatures!

"Listen, I know what you're thinking!" Professor Lockhart said with a serious face, "This thing doesn't look dangerous at all, does it?"

But that's wrong! According to the Ministry of Magic's 14th edition of the Dangerous Animals Guide Supplemental Regulations issued in 1897, the danger level of Cornwall elves has risen to level XXX!

Because they dragged a few Muggles into the air and fell to their deaths! ”

The homework that Professor Lockhart had prepared in advance was still useful.

Suddenly, many of the students below stopped laughing. Although they usually blow very hard, if they jump off a broomstick, they don't dare to guarantee that they won't fall to their death.

And being dragged and thrown from mid-air by the Cornwall elves is more painful than the former.

"Come on, let me see what you're up to!" Professor Lockhart said loudly, opening the cage directly.

Harley and Hermione moved in surprisingly unison, tucking all the books and stationery into their bags and under the table before Professor Lockhart could open the cage.

Hermione then pulled her wand for the first time, while Harley quietly hooked her fingers while admiring the destructive power of the elves.

The first moment these Cornish elves rushed out, they rushed towards Professor Lockhart.

He raised his wand and recited a spell, but nothing happened. The elves put him down together, and the wand was thrown out of the door.

Strangely, though, Professor Lockhart didn't shout, and the Cornish elves didn't attack him anymore, but rushed at their classmates in the classroom.

All the little wizards rushed to the door in a frenzy, or tried to slap the nimble Cornwall elves with their books, not even remembering that they were wizards, and had learned a lot of spells last semester.

Hallie sighed and watched as several elves returned to her and Hermione, fingers moving.

The elves suddenly fell straight from mid-air like birds with folded wings.

"It's so weak, this thing can also be rated XXX?" Harley complained, and the transparent spider silk spread wantonly through the classroom, tying up the elves one by one.

Hermione and a few of her classmates, who remembered themselves as wizards, also began to fight back with their wands, and used small charms such as the Cryo Charm and Paralysis to cooperate with Harley to catch the elves.

In less than twenty minutes, the Cornish elves were all captured.

"Well done, classmates." Professor Lockhart didn't know when it would reappear.

He smiled and waved his wand: "I didn't expect you to succeed in catching all the elves!"

Your learning results in the last school year are quite good! I can rest assured that I can boldly hand over ......"

Looking at the skeptical gazes of his classmates, he pointed to his clothes:

"You see, I just pretended to panic in order to test your strength.

Actually, I didn't even get my clothes dirty, and my hat wasn't crooked, was it? ”

The students looked at Professor Lockhart's blue robe as if it were new, and suddenly "suddenly realized":

That's right, the Cornish elf just now launched an indiscriminate attack, and it must be that the professor's strength is strong enough, so there is not even a trace of wrinkle in his robe!

Thinking of this, the slightest suspicion of many girls about the professor immediately disappeared, leaving only endless worship.

"Ahem, ahem, homework ......," Professor Lockhart looked at his book, "just read my book!"

I believe that this is the best way to learn! With that, Professor Lockhart quickly slipped out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, not forgetting to take the cage with him before leaving.

Hallie's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the professor's rapidly disappearing back.

……

At night, after washing her hair, Hallie lies in bed.

The black hair fluttered in the tent, with black flames jumping on it, quickly drying it without damaging the shine of the hair.

Suddenly, Hermione opened the tent and slipped in with a pillow.

"Hallie, dry my hair too." Hermione said, holding the towel wrapped around her hair.

"Just drying your hair?" Hallie glanced at her and chuckled.

"Of course." Hermione's little face was slightly red, and the pillow was tossed into the corner of the tent.

Harley didn't expose her either, just sat up and helped Hermione get rid of the towel on her head.

A small cloud of black flame erupted from Hallie's fingertips, sliding against Hermione's neck, drying her tousled hair.

"Hallie," Hermione asked, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed herself,

"If I'm not mistaken, Professor Lockhart should have been attacked by those Cornish elves in the first place, right?"

"That's right!"

"Then why is there no dust on the professor's robe, and no wrinkles in his clothes and hat?" Hermione asked.

Hallie flicked Hermione's nose slightly, "I didn't part with you today, do you think I know?" ”

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(Thanks to the nine-tailed Yanhu for the tip!) ）