"Long time no see, Hermione."

The classroom was already full, and after finding a place to sit down, Harry realized that the person next to him was Hermione.

"Long time no see, Harry, how was the holiday?"

Slightly startled, Hermione closed the half-read book she was reading, she was reading Lockhart's "Traveling on a Boat with a Vampire".

After not seeing each other for half a year, Hermione didn't change much, she seemed to be enjoying her days in Ravenclaw, and her spirit was so good at this time that she even had some blush on her face.

"Where's your book?"

As always, Hermione always liked to ask continuous questions like a machine gun, and when she saw Harry going to class empty-handed, she said a little nervously, "Did you forget to be in the dorm?" You should go back and get it, I wonder if Professor Lockhart will want to watch with me later? By the way, what's your favorite book? I feel"

It's not annoying to be chattering like an old mother, Harry doesn't listen to it every day, and it's quite interesting to listen to it twice once in a while, if Hermione really thinks of herself as a stranger, maybe it's the same babbling as she is now?

"So which question should I answer first?"

There was a hint of amusement on his face, and Hermione, who knew she was a little speechless, smiled sheepishly, revealing a pair of shiny front teeth.

"I heard that you had a bit of a conflict with Professor Lockhart in Diagon Alley?"

"It's not a contradiction." Harry waved his hand, "I'm just looking down on him. ”

Seeing Hermione's eyes widen in disbelief, Harry shrugged helplessly: "He wants to pull me to take pictures, pull me to help him promote his new book, I'm not stupid, I met so enthusiastically, I know with my little thumb that there must be something wrong here." ”

"Won't it?" Hermione whispered a little suspiciously, "Professor Lockhart, isn't he a famous writer?" ”

"And you heard his name last year?"

"But I just came to the wizarding world last year."

"Yes, but you know me, not him."

Harry's words blocked all of Hermione's rebuttals, "Whoever rubs who's fame, that's needless to say, right?" ”

"Okay." Hermione pursed her lips, "Even if that's the case, you can't say his book is a children's book, can you?" ”

"Werewolves are dangerous, and so are vampires, those"

"There are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, vampires I don't know, but werewolves do."

Harry's cold opening gave Hermione goosebumps.

"Really?" She asked cautiously.

"I've eaten with them, it's Dumbledore's permission to stay in the Forbidden Forest, these werewolves don't have harmful intentions, speaking of which, they are the victims, and if I have the chance, I'll break Fenrir Kreberg's limbs and give them a vent for their anger."

"Fenrir is. That notorious werewolf? The guy who disguised himself as a beggar and teased the Ministry of Magic? ”

Hermione spends her free time in the library reading books, and she knows a little about Fenrir, the notorious werewolf, who is infected by at least half of the werewolves in England, a pure sociopath, and the death penalty is a mercy to him.

"Yes, he's good." Harry nodded, "If I were to invite a werewolf to Hogwarts to assist Lockhart in his lesson, do you think he would be able to perform a close-range hand-down takedown of a werewolf and then use the shapeshifter to force him back from his wolfish state?" ”

The transformation of the werewolf can be temporarily reversed with a spell, but it is easy to break free, because this is similar to the means of human transformation, and after the transformation of the werewolf, his magic resistance is much higher than that of the wizard, and it is a little weaker than the horned camel beast killed by Hagrid as a pig, and it is easy to deal with it with the cooperation of three or five ordinary wizards, but the physical resistance is not good, and the physique after transformation is enhanced, but it is only strong.

"I punched a werewolf not joking, I really beat him, that guy doesn't like to bathe, and his feet stink me, so I pressed him to the ground and beat him, threw him in the water and washed it inside and out."

Hermione burst out laughing, Harry's description was hard to put into words.

But soon, they were silent, and as the bell rang, the already full classroom fell silent, and Lockhart, who strode into the classroom, let the wind blow his robes, and with a dashing turn he stood on the podium.

Lockhart picked up a copy of his new book, "I Can Magic", and then spoke coolly.

"I," he said, pointing to his picture on the cover of the book, blinking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Lord Merlin, 3rd Order, Honorary Member of the Defence Against the Dark Arts, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I don't banish Wanlun's female ghost with a smile!" ”

Although he said that he didn't care, the trademark business smile still said 'I'm honored about this' written on his face.

He seemed to be waiting for everyone to laugh, and Lockhart, who thought he had just made a funny statement, held his head high, but the echoing laughter did not, only a few people smiled faintly.

"Professor!"

Rove, who was holding back a wicked smile in his heart, raised his hand high, he sat next to Harry and Hermione, of course the small talk between the two was heard, compared to other Hufflepuff students, Rove's personality was actually a little out of the ordinary, his grandfather Newt was not a safe master when he was in school, although he was expelled in the end because he helped others, but he was definitely not an honest student.

That courage is bigger, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to New York to get involved, let alone do things that were stripped of obscurity.

It's not very cool to see Lockhart, he is very brave to be the stunned young man in today's class.

"Your name?"

Lockhart, who only cared about introducing himself as soon as he came up, hadn't had time to name him, maybe he had forgotten about it.

"Rov Scamander."

"Well, Mr. Scamander, what's your problem?"

Lockhart asked with a smile, looking like a teacher.

"Professor Lockhart, have you really dealt with werewolves? In a phone booth, you put down a werewolf? ”

Rove, who had a look of obvious adoration on his face, spoke in a slightly exaggerated tone, but Lockhart's vanity seemed to be slightly satisfied when he saw Rove's 'sincere' gaze.

"Ah, of course, Mr. Scamander."

Lockhart spoke briskly, with a pointing expression.

"You must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves", right?"

"It's a great story, a thrilling adventure, and of course, I don't recommend you try to imitate it, after all, werewolves are evil creatures, and if you don't have enough preparation or strength, they will make people unlucky."

"Professor, you must be very good, right?" Rove, who continued to hold Lockhart, was so excited that his face turned red, "You must be very easy to deal with werewolves, right, in such a dangerous situation, you can deal with it calmly, you really deserve to be a great adventurer!" ”

"It's just a small part of my wonderful adventure." Lockhart waved his hand pretending to be reserved, "But I'm also happy to share these little adventures with you to enrich people's somewhat tedious lives, after all, not everyone has the courage to take the first step into the unknown." ”

There was some commotion in the classroom, and the smile on Lockhart's face softened after feeling the many stares cast at him.

Just as he was about to let Rove, a little fan, sit down and continue his lesson, Rove, who could no longer restrain his crooked mouth and smirk, lowered his head slightly, and said in a pitiful tone:

"Professor, please save Hogwarts!"

"There's a big problem at school, and I think you're the only one who can help us!"

"What did you say?!"

Lockhart, whose face suddenly showed a hint of excitement, suddenly came to his senses.

"Werewolf."

Lockhart's excited smile stiffened slightly.

"There are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest, and whenever it's night, the howl of the wolf that echoes in the night always keeps me awake," Rove, who pinched his waist hard, turned red when he looked up, and tears of fear almost poured out.

"I didn't want to go back to Hogwarts this semester, I didn't get a good night's sleep all last year, but I heard that you were coming to teach us this year, so I plucked up the courage to come, and I returned to Hogwarts for you."

"Sure enough, Professor Lockhart, you didn't disappoint me!"

Rove leaned out excitedly, glared at Lockhart with his reddened eyes, and said eagerly, "Please help deal with the terrible monsters that threaten Hogwarts, and do the same as you did on your adventure, clear the werewolves and bring peace and tranquility to Hogwarts, Professor!" ”

Harry, who was watching Rove's performance, was already pinching his thighs and trying to hold back his laughter, this kid seemed to be even more damaged than they imagined, and Lockhart, who was pushed up on the high platform, was a little unable to advance or retreat, because he knew best how many pounds and taels he had.

"Ahaha" Lockhart chuckled dryly, "How can there be werewolves at Hogwarts, you must have heard it wrong, it was a wolf, a wolf, I heard that sound last night, but."

Lockhart, who came out of his mouth, tried to appease the poor loyal fan in front of him.

"Werewolves and wolves have similar calls, and if you don't have a lot of experience, you can't tell them."

Lockhart, who was constantly searching his mind for information about werewolves, found that he really didn't seem to know anything about werewolves except. Belch. Except for the full moon! That's right, the werewolf transforms after the full moon!

"Werewolves will only transform when they are full moon, how can they call every night, I can be sure that what I heard yesterday must be the cry of a wild wolf."

"But yesterday was the full moon."

Lov, who came as soon as he opened his mouth to tell the truth, made a puzzled look.

"Ahem, ahem, yes. Is it? ”

Lockhart, who had a little strained expression on his face, even managed to smile a little, but he still tried to change the subject.

"You can't hear the werewolves on the full moon, so there are no werewolves in Hogwarts, you can rest assured, Mr. Scamander, all right, now we're going to do a little test."

"But behind you are"

Rove, who had kicked Harry, pointed his trembling fingers at Lockhart's back, his face visibly frightened as if there really was something behind him.

Lockhart, whose back was cold and the hair stood on end, jumped out a word a little stiffly: "What? ”

"The werewolf is right behind you." Rove let out a hoarse, deep voice, "Professor." ”

At the moment when Lockhart turned his head suddenly, Harry pulled out the ebony and pulled the trigger like lightning, the Transfiguration did not need to chant the incantation at all, and in silence, the lectern in front of Lockhart was rapidly transformed, and a strong werewolf with a height of two meters and two meters cast a huge black shadow.

Looking behind him, Lockhart didn't see anything, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the shadow that covered his entire body enveloped him.

A fluffy paw rested lightly on his shoulder, and then slowly pressed it to straighten his shoulder.

He saw a hairy wolf face, yellowed fangs like sharp serrations, accompanied by a cruel grin, and the stout werewolf opened his bloody mouth and bit at him!

"Ahhhhh!!!h

Terrible screams resounded throughout the classroom, and under the gaze of all the young wizards, their smiles were graceful, and the handsome professor fell to the ground stiffly like a wooden stick, smashing with a muffled sound that hurt to hear.

It's a great Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

(End of chapter)