Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Time passed without knowing it, and the students who wrote the fastest had already started to leave the exam room. Lockhart couldn't make any more soy sauce. He stood up and asked the students how they were doing with a smile.

"Harry, you came out so fast, you seem to have a good idea?" Lockhart asked, "What is the test question, let's hear it."

"The first question is the floating spell..."

"It's so simple, the spells learned in the first grade, and the most practical ones, you can write them down."

"Of course...but there's a question about how the Disarming Charm works, I don't remember." Harry grimaced.

"I remember that you like to use this spell the most, but you don't know how it works!" Lockhart pretended to be annoyed, although he was not a spell teacher, "I don't often tell you in class that you need to understand spells to learn. How does it work!"

"I didn't know you when I first learned the Disarm Charm..."

"Forget it, I hope you can exceed expectations, otherwise your Auror dream will be in vain, look, Ron has come out too."

"I think it's easy to pass, maybe good!" Ron announced happily.

"Have you made it all, such as the principle of the disarming spell?"

"It's all written! It's not clear what's right or wrong... You can always get some points, Harry?"

"It's okay, I didn't write one question."

"Not bad, I'll treat myself a little more at noon." Ron began to think about what to eat for lunch...

"Ron's mentality is much better than Hermione's!" Lockhart encouraged with a smile, "She should be easy and excellent, why hasn't she come out yet."

Ron pouted: "She, she will never put down her pen until the end of the exam. She will check every letter over and over until the examiner grabs her paper..."

"Hey, baby, how's the test going?" Lockhart stretched out his arms to Pandora who walked out of the test room, and Pandora jumped over and jumped into Lockhart's arms: "It feels great, all the revisions are over!"

"Well done, treat yourself well at noon," Lockhart said softly.

"Must! Now I don't feel that the next one is scary anymore." Pandora said with a smile, confident that she was very attractive.

At this time, Hermione also came out with the test paper, she looked quite disturbed: "It shouldn't be bad, how about you? I'm not sure my happy spell is good enough, I want to change it, but there's not enough time, you guys write Hiccup's Reverse Curse? I'm not sure if I should add it, it seems like it would be a bit redundant—and question 23—"

"Okay, Hermione, I don't think the answer should be right at this time," Lockhart suggested, watching Harry and Ron's faces sink, "you'd better go back and have a good lunch, then review the next course. Bar."

"You're right, Professor." Pandora was present, and Hermione was not interested, and followed Harry Ron away.

"Granger is such a chatter..." Pandora whispered to Lockhart.

Lockhart didn't answer, smiled at her, and walked towards the lobby with his arms around her. Had lunch with Pandora, and then sent her to the small hall on the side of the main hall, where she was waiting for the practice exam. Students were called in alphabetical order to take their exams in small groups, while others practiced wand movements while muttering incantations, occasionally accidentally poking someone in the back or face.

"Flitwick, how many people do you think will be outstanding in this year's Candidate Charms?"

"I don't know, one-tenth. Today's children, one generation is not as good as one generation." Flitwick shook his head, "The good students are very good, and the poor students can't even complete the tasks in the classroom."

"None of the class assignments? With all due respect, you should let the children know how each spell they cast makes it easier for them to use the spell."

"Your defenses are well taught, Gilderoy,

But you don't understand the spell class..." Flitwick explained helplessly, "If possible, I also want every spell to explain the principle to the children. But unlike the defense class, I have to learn dozens of spells in one semester, and I can only explain relatively basic spells. For example, cleaning up a table and cleaning up a person, their principles are basically the same, but it happens that some students will only use the former spell and not the latter one. I can't do it anymore. To explain it again..."

"It turns out that it really only depends on the individual. As professors, it is impossible for us to teach everything." Lockhart nodded. It turned out to be the case. Fortunately, he taught a defense class.

"I really miss the kind of students from ten years ago, where everyone worked hard to learn spells. Sigh..." Flitwick recalled and shook his head sadly.

"At that time, the whole wizarding world was under the pressure of Voldemort's fear, and of course I had to study hard." Lockhart explained with a smile, "To be honest, laughing wizards are still tossing themselves, it's just too stupid, Muggles. Unconsciously, I have lived a better life than us."

Flitwick couldn't believe it. "Is that so, what's up with the Muggles?—oh sorry, Gilderoy, the exams are on, and I'm going in."

"OK."

Flitwick was in a hurry, and at the same time the first batch of students to test the practice of magic spells began to enter the hall trembling. Lockhart watched them with interest. Pandora had entered the exam room, and Hermione's name was called after a while. She trembled and left the small hall with a group of students. When she passed Lockhart, Glancing at him mournfully, the latter patted her on the shoulder encouragingly.

Students who have already passed the test will go directly back to the lounge of their college, so Lockhart can't directly ask them how the test is. Later, I learned that all the operations of Pandora have been completed, but the examiner does not seem to be satisfied with her. speed. Harry confuses the color change with the spell of growth magic, Ron turns a dinner plate into a big mushroom, and Hermione is doing a good job, but still can't feel at ease.

The exams in the next few days went very well—for Lockhart, the inspector. However, he heard that Hermione had become a lot more irritable and rough, and often scolded the lower grades in the corridor as a prefect. But when Lockhart wanted to enlighten her, Hermione immediately looked so cute and cute that Lockhart couldn't help shaking his head.

PS: (The fantasy recommendation list has been overtaken again, with the support of the ability, of course, the author will update it as usual)