Half an hour later, Lockhart began to collect the papers.

He stood in front of Harry, waiting for Harry to hand in his papers.

He smiled, "Mr. Potter, where are your papers?"

He's already imagining Harry's silence, haha, young, because he's not in a good mood, he made a gamble, now it's better to apologize, of course I will show a lot of forgiveness for your mistakes.

Lockhart's careful thinking could be seen in his eyes—the kind of pride that I had caught your pigtails.

"Garbage should be in the garbage, aren't you blind and didn't see that I've thrown it in the trash?" said Harry unceremoniously.

Everyone else turned around, not expecting Harry to have such an attitude towards the professor, wow, it was so exciting. So what will Professor Lockhart do next?

Lockhart really doesn't know what to do, and when the student doesn't care about the teacher's authority, the teacher really has no advantage over the student.

Unless he was forced, he would do nothing but forget the curse.

"Professor. Hermione suddenly handed her exam paper.

Lockhart tightened his grip on the test papers, took advantage of the steps, and walked away.

After collecting the test papers, he flipped through them in front of the class.

He shook his head, nodded, smiled, frowned.

"I've heard from other professors that there are two extremely bright students in this grade, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, but—" He shook his head in disappointment, as if a gardener who had devoted himself to teaching had met a bad student who couldn't learn well no matter how hard he taught.

"I handed in the blank papers. Hermione whispered, her body twisting and twisting, a little embarrassed, but she felt a sense of excitement.

Wow, I've gone bad. Hermione covered her face.

Harry:......

............

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

"Now, beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend against the most evil that the wizarding world has ever known! But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. He turned his head and smiled at his classmates with a bright, confident smile.

The others involuntarily craned their necks to get a good look at the cage and see what it contained.

Lockhart put a hand on the hood,

"Be careful, don't scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that will anger them!"

The class held their breath as Lockhart jerked the hood open.

"Hah, the Cornish elf I just caught. ”

The class burst into laughter.

Seamus almost couldn't breathe with laughter: "I don't think it...... These 'dangerous' little elves will teach us what we will learn in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He accentuated the word danger.

Harry wished Malfoy was there at this time, and his poisonous tongue would have unceremoniously mocked Lockhart.

Lockhart was angry, "Don't underestimate them, they're cunning saboteurs. ”

These little elves were iron-blue, about twenty or thirty centimeters tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp and piercing voices, as if many parrots 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.

"Now, it's time to look at your resilience to emergencies. As he spoke, he was about to open the cage.

"I think it's better not to open it. Harry said.

"Haha, could it be that Harry Potter is also worried about being seen ugly by others - don't worry, I'm here. ”

brush

He opened the cage door.

Almost instantly, things were heading in an unpredictable direction.

The elf was free, screaming, and flying around like a rocket.

Two of them were the first to grab Neville by the ears and pick him up.

It seems that they can also see who is more likely to be bullied.

They may seem small, but they have a lot of strength.

A few others rushed out of the window and smashed glass in the back row of the classroom.

The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, 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 had ducked under their desks, and Neville was pitifully swinging on the chandelier.

Although Lockhart's behavior is stupid, this incident is a complete reflection of the situation in which the second-graders are flustered, clumsy, and at a loss.

And that's just a few pokemon with little fighting, in fact, as long as they can calm down, the magic they have learned is enough to deal with the situation in front of them.

It's completely out of control.

Lockhart grabbed the table and raised his head, trying to pretend to be steady, "Hey, it's time to send them back to their cages." ”

He waved his wand and shouted, "Peschipixipstromy!"

But nothing happened.

The devil knows what kind of nameless spell he was shouting.

An elf swooped over, flapping his wand away, tugging at Lockhart's supple hair.

Harry watched the farce and felt that the lesson had not been in vain, but that it was time to stop. He moved his lips, but no sound came out.

In an instant, all the elves paused, Harry's eyes flashed, and the elves suddenly flew towards Lockhart, and even the two elves who were dangling the chandelier from Neville rushed down.

Lockhart watched in horror as the army of elves rushed towards him.

They tore at Lockhart's clothes, tugged at his arms and legs, and thrust a finger roughly into his nostril.

Harry suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his nose.

They carried him and threw him out of the window, and I don't know where he had gone.

Then, like a swallow returning to its nest, it swoops down to the metal cage and huddles into a pile.

Harry lowered the cage door, and with a slight knock on his wand, the Sleep Charm was activated, and the crazy elves inside rolled their eyes and fainted.

Harry covered the cage, looked at the room as if it had been trampled by war, and said, "Class." ”

Then left the classroom.

The classmates in the room, you look at me, I look at you, and I collapsed.

Neville cried and shook on the chandelier, "Get me down first-"

............

The next day.

Gryffindor, no, it's all over Hogwarts that's being discussed.

The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart, made a big fool of himself in the first class - he was thrown into a pile of animal feces next to Hagrid's hut by the elves he had brought with him.

Everyone is participating in this discussion, and it seems that if they don't participate, they are left behind.

Harry, the initiator, enjoyed his meal quietly.

......

Zhang Qiu brought a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Harry glanced at it, and put the meal down, for he was afraid that he would squirt it.

Huge cover, with Harry's picture taking up half of the page.

This turned out to be the one co-shot with Colin.

In bold black letters: Harry Potter, Ordinary Wizard!

“...... It is reported...... Harry Potter who defeated Lord Voldemort...... Publicly stated...... Myself...... A brick ...... Where do you need to move ......?"

"Ministry of Magic...... Denote...... Harry Potter is a role model for young wizards...... Call...... Learn from him...... To have ...... Not afraid of hardship...... Don't be afraid to get tired...... Be willing to give...... Spirit...... Implement...... Basic Point ...... Sustainable Development...... Zero Tolerance ......"

Harry was sweating, it turned out that the newspapers of the wizarding world were no different from those of the Muggle world.

The reports are all in the same tone.

............

Lockhart put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed it, looking disgusted.

Even though he had taken a dozen showers and sprayed a few bottles of expensive perfume, Lockhart still felt that he was stinky.

He saw Harry's picture in the newspaper and tore it up in anger.

He worked hard to build popularity, and did not dare to have any negative news, so he finally had a chance to be in the Daily Prophet, but he still didn't know how many pages of the small section.

But Harry just said a few casual words, and he was put on the cover.

He was mad with jealousy.

............