At the beginning of the new semester, the little wizards were still confident that they would go beyond the discipline group.

There are so many people in each of their colleges, and there are only a few in the disciplinary group.

Soon, though, they realized that they were wrong, and they couldn't have been more wrong.

In Charms class, Miss Granger, a jack-of-all-trades, answered almost every question Professor Flitwick asked, and Professor Flitwick couldn't have been happier, and kept chasing Miss Granger to give her extra points.

In the Transfiguration class, it was still Miss Granger, and she took care of all of Professor McGonagall's questions and spell-casting demonstrations, but fortunately, Professor McGonagall was not like Professor Flitwick, who added points but was not exaggerated.

In Potions class, Potter and Malfoy compete against each other to steal Professor Snape's scores. That's fine, but it's a bit too much for Snape to deduct points from Harry with Gryffindor, but the young wizards don't dare to question Professor Snape's decision.

In the herb class, even Neville, the most inconspicuous member of the disciplinary group, kept getting points from Professor Sprout.

Of course, there's also a Gryffindor kid named Robert Jr., who is like a big bastard and can mix a few points in every subject.

As for Mr. Dursley, he has hardly answered this year, but if a professor asks him, he can answer the professors' questions with great precision, and so far he has not seen anything that he cannot do.

Even the history of magic that can make you fall asleep with just a few words has fallen. Professor Binns has almost become a score provider for the disciplinary team, providing them with a steady stream of scores.

In just a few days, the scores obtained by the discipline group were already the sum of those obtained by the other four academies, crushing a group of young wizards with an extremely strong attitude.

Disciplinary Section. Terrifying!

This made the little wizards, who already had a good impression of the disciplinary group, yearn for it even more.

And so it went on until Friday.

On Friday, Gryffindor and Slytherin had a Defence Against the Dark Arts class together, the day of the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of the term.

Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Most of the garlic smell left over from last semester has been removed, but there is still a faint smell when you smell it carefully.

I don't know what brand of garlic Quirrell used to keep the lingering fragrance lingering for a long time.

"Another wizard card, shall we?" A Gryffindor wizard proposed.

The other Gryffindor, though impressed by the offer, declined.

"No, no, Professor Lockhart will be over in a moment, and I don't have enough time to fight again."

Nowadays, wizard cards have replaced wizard chess, and there is a faint tendency to surpass Quidditch and become the favorite of young wizards.

A joy that even adults can't resist, let alone children?

Almost everyone at Hogwarts is a poker player, and almost everyone has a hand or two, even Slytherin.

"I said I was going to earn points for Gryffindor, don't worry, I've memorized all of Professor Lockhart's methods to subdue the enemy, and I won't let some people show off again this time."

I only heard that Gryffindor was full of confidence, and looked at the location of Dudley and the others.

Forget about other subjects, I will definitely not lose the defense against the dark arts class.

"The gap is so big, forget it, it's better to play more wizard cards if you have time." Gryffindor, who had spoken earlier, muttered quietly, and turned to play cards at the others.

In fact, he was also full of confidence at first, until he was beaten by Neville's rich knowledge of herbology in the herbal medicine class. Then I gave up decisively.

Not even the humble Neville, let alone the others.

Anyway, he's just a little waste, and what does it matter to him who is good or not.

It's so comfortable to lie flat.

"Here, Professor Lockhart is here." Outside the door, I don't know who snorted, and the little wizards in the teacher's mess sat back in their seats, waiting for their new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

I don't know if the first class was intended to make a good impression on the little wizards, Lockhart's dress today was rare and not as ostentatious as usual, well, just a pink-purple costume that seemed very simple and riotous to him.

Lockhart walked into the classroom and found the neatly seated little wizards in the classroom, nodded in satisfaction and cleared his throat. Picked up a copy of "Walking with Trolls" and held it up in his hand, showing a photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he pointed vigorously at his photograph above, revealing a mouthful of shiny white teeth, "Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class Medal of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I'm not the one who drives away Wanlun's female ghost with a smile!" ”

He said that he didn't put it on his lips, but in fact, he said a long list of titles as if he were reporting the names of the dishes to the little wizards.

"I see that you all bought my full set of books. Very good. I thought we'd do a quiz today. ”

Hearing Lockhart say that he wanted to take the test first, the Gryffindor, who was bound to score points, had a light in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. Just see how well you read and how much you understand."

Lockhart said and took out a large stack of papers, it was obvious that the small test he was talking about was a written test, and soon the test papers were handed out, and he walked back to the lecture hall, propping his hands on the table: "Give you thirty minutes." I will be rewarded with extra points for the best answers! ”

This time, I Hani Watt has decided.

I've memorized all the fighting techniques taught by Lockhart, and I'm going to get a perfect score this time.

Watt confidently opened the test paper and picked up the pen.

A minute later. Still holding the pen in the posture.

After three minutes, he still held the position of lifting the pen.

Another five bells passed. He gave up thinking.

The title of the paper is indeed related to Lockhart, but it is not the content of his imagination of Defense Against the Dark Arts: 1. What color is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite? 2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition? 3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date? 54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday present?

What kind of questions is this? Does it have anything to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Watt was so angry that he wanted to eat the roll.

But on second thought, he wasn't so angry.

I don't believe it, I can't answer, but your disciplinary team can answer it? If you can get a full score, I'll eat this table with salt. ’

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

"Tsk. It's disappointing, almost no one remembers the colors I like, I mentioned it in "A Year with XZ Snowman"

Lockhart didn't seem to be very happy with the results, but soon this dissatisfaction turned into surprise: "I was pleasantly surprised that one paper got a perfect score and answered almost all the questions correctly!" Let me see which little wizard is so powerful. ”

When Lockhart flipped through the names of the test papers, he exclaimed in surprise.

"Des? Dudpole Stepley. ”

I took it

I'm wit!

Since then, Gryfin has had more of a little wizard who fights for points, and one more salted fish who plays cards every day to pass the time.

(End of chapter)