After finishing their lunch, they took a nap before going to the Transfiguration class. In various senses, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was one of the most difficult classes. Today she asked the students to turn a beetle into a button. Crabbe and Goyle behaved like two Muggles. Facing the agile beetle, they were so clumsy that they couldn't even hold their wands steadily.
As for Pansy, there are still a few feet left around the button she conjured up, running around on the table, and most of the students are not doing very well, as if they have played a holiday after returning home, and the knowledge they learned before It was all leaked from the brain, Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious, and only when she passed Malfoy's table did her tightly frown slowly relax, and the buttons he conjured up were exquisite and beautiful. There was no sign of a beetle at all.
"Ten points for Slytheringa," said Professor McGonagall approvingly.
"Honestly, I really don't know what's the use of learning this." After class, Pansy complained to Malfoy in the corridor. "Although I don't like Muggles, sometimes it's good to use their things. No one really wears a beetle as a button, right? Just buy it when you need it."
Malfoy frowned, he didn't know how to change her concept, he didn't know what would happen in the future, no one knew, even if he himself had changed so much history, maybe the future he knew well would change beyond recognition Maybe, anyone could join the battle, and now every bit of basic composition is very important to ordinary students.
"Pansy," Malfoy yelled solemnly, about to instill a bit of correctness in her, but was interrupted again.
"Today's Dark Arts class actually requires us to take Gryffindor together." Pansy took out a piece of paper and said. "Come on, I don't want to sit with that group of people, maybe we should choose a good seat?" While talking, he dragged him quickly to the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, without giving him a chance to speak.
Malfoy had no choice but to be dragged away by her.
When I arrived in the classroom, class hadn't started yet, but the classroom was almost full, almost all of them were girls, and the rest came in slowly before the bell rang. The seats were clearly divided, with Gryffindor occupying one side and Slater Lin took the other side.
When the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone. He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with Trolls and held it up, showing the blinking photo of himself on the cover.
"Me," he said, pointing to his own photo, also winking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time Wizards Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile —but I don't talk about that, I didn't drive away Wan Lun's female ghost with a smile!"
He waited for everyone to laugh, and a few people smiled slightly, and Malfoy looked at him with a mocking smile.
Then he distributed a paper to everyone, and the questions on it were all about his personal preferences, such as:
1. What's Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition
3. What do you consider Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date? Wait, three full pages.
"Waste of life," Malfoy muttered under his breath. After only writing a sentence on the test paper, he began to think about his own affairs, such as how to make Pan Xi fall in love with studying, or who is the prisoner who took away the little black book.
Ron and Harry seemed a little dazed, they knew almost nothing about this teacher, they only knew that he was a little bit showy, and they could only lift their quills when they saw Hermione's brush strokes flying, but the pen It seems to be extremely heavy, and it can't be put down when it is mentioned. This is almost the case with most male compatriots. They scratched their heads, unable to start, and Harry even felt that he would rather do the potions test questions now. After all, apart from Snape, he actually didn't hate potions class too much, at least those answers could be found in books.
Half an hour later, Lockhart put away the test paper and looked at it in front of the whole class.
"Tsk tsk—almost no one remembers that I like lilac color the most. I mentioned it in "A Year with xc Snowman"." He commented on everyone's test papers. The male students were bored, but the female students were all engrossed Listen, suddenly Lockhart startled Hermione by mentioning Hermione's name.
"..but Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of hair conditioners—good girl! In fact—" he turned her paper over, "a hundred Min! Where's Miss Hermione Granger?"
Hermione held up a trembling hand. "Excellent!" laughed Lockhart. "Excellent! Ten points for Gryffindor!"
"Hmm." Lockhart continued to flip down the test paper, and suddenly his brows were tightly frowned, as if seeing a blank paper. But his brows relaxed quickly again, and he laughed heartily: "Twenty points for Slytherin, Mr. Draco's answer is too perfect, but this is a secret between me and him, I can't tell you what he wrote." Lockhart said with a smile on his face, and winked in the direction of Malfoy's seat.
Hermione, who was immersed in joy just now, couldn't help being in a daze when she heard this familiar name. She looked in Malfoy's direction, but found that he seemed to be in a daze.
"Why can't I always find a chance to ask him clearly?" She thought of an incident that happened before. She asked herself this way, but she also knew that it was not because she didn't have a chance, but because she didn't dare. The great joy seemed to have been diluted a lot.
Now, let's get down to business..." Lockhart bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table.
"Now—beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend yourself against the worst things the wizarding world has ever known! You'll face the scariest things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you won't No harm of any kind. All I ask is that you remain calm."
Harry couldn't help poking his head out from behind a pile of books to get a better look at the cage. Lockhart put one hand on the hood, Neville in the first row shrank back, and Pansy moved a few steps towards Malfoy's seat.
"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that would piss them off!"
The whole class held their breath, except Malfoy. Then Lockhart lifted the hood.
"That's right," he said playfully, "a Cornish elf just caught."
A male student couldn't help a sneer that even Lockhart couldn't possibly have interpreted as a terrified scream.
"Be serious!" said Lockhart, wagging his finger at him angrily. "They're devilishly crafty little spoilers, too!"
Malfoy looked at the elves in the cage. They were livid, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very shrill voices, like many budgerigars arguing. As soon as the cover was removed, they began to chatter, jump up and down, shake the cage bars, and make all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.
"Well," said Lockhart loudly, "see what you do with them!" He opened the cage door.
It's a mess now. The elf flies around like a rocket. Two of them grabbed Neville by the ear and lifted him up. There were also a few that rushed out of the window directly, and removed the broken glass all over the floor in the back row of the classroom. The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and splashed them all over the class, tore books and papers to shreds, tore down pictures on the walls, turned waste bins upside down, threw schoolbags and textbooks out of broken windows, and some Climb on girls' heads and start pulling their hair.
"All petrified!" Malfoy stopped a few elves rushing towards him, helped Pansy out of the siege, and then watched the show from the sidelines.
"Come on, round them up, round them up, they're just little elves..." cried Lockhart. Rolling up his sleeves, he waved his wand and bellowed, "Pescipixi Pesternomi!"
To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window as well. Lockhart gasped, ducked under the lectern table, and was nearly knocked over by Neville, as the chandelier gave way and fell in almost the same second.
"This kind of strength can also be our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Pan Xi asked suspiciously. The same expression was written all over the faces of almost all the students, and they also looked skeptical. The students could barely solve the problem, but the teacher was helpless, which made them suspicious.
"Maybe his wand is broken," Hermione explained for him. "Just like Ron's," she added, before adding, "You've all read his books - think of the amazing things he did..."
Some classmates agreed with Hermione's statement, and the strange color on their faces gradually dissipated, but Ron still muttered: "It's just that he said he did it."
After a while, the students had all the elves back in their cages, even though it was a struggle.
"It seems that your practice is very effective." At some point, Lockhart got out from under the table and put on his signature smile again, as if nothing happened just now.
Malfoy could only stare at him with contempt.
"Well, let me see, every elf caught just now can add five points to their college, please come up and register." Sensing the subtle atmosphere at the scene, Lockhart began to change the subject, very quickly Obviously he succeeded, almost all the students forgot about his ugly appearance just now, and rushed to get up for points.
"That's okay?" Malfoy was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a brazen person.
After a while, the get out of class bell finally rang, and a farce came to an end.
"What did you write on the paper just now? I saw that you didn't write a few words at all." Pansy asked Malfoy immediately after leaving the classroom. She was one of the few girls who was not interested in this teacher, but That didn't stop her curiosity.
"Praise can't be eaten." Malfoy shrugged and continued: "I just wrote on it: My mother accidentally put a large bottle of Ogden Old Heat whiskey in my luggage before school started. Adults can't drink alcohol, so I want you to help me with this."
"Bribery?" Pansy stared at him with wide eyes.
"No, it's just a little affection from the students for the teacher." Malfoy glanced at Lockhart and said sarcastically.
Lockhart's teacher's morality is really hard to compliment.
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