Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Ron's bad mood lasted until they were eating lunch.

The bad wand did at least one good thing, though, and that was Hermione seemed to think Ron had been punished enough, and now she was as friendly as ever, at least her face wasn't cold anymore.

"What class is this afternoon?" Harry tried to change the subject.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione glanced at the timetable, "Students with Ravenclaw, it seems that we are very lucky to be able to listen to Professor Lockhart's teachings on the first day of school."

Harry and Ron looked at each other worriedly, "I don't think that would be a pleasant thing."

Hermione looked at Clark again, expecting him to support her, but Clark shook his head too.

"To be honest, I don't like him as a teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Although he is indeed a bit of a joke, he is not qualified to be a teacher."

Hearing Ravenclaw, Clark thought of the transfer student from the United States, Bruce Stewart, the name is really interesting.

At this moment Hermione closed the book with a snap, blushed angrily, got up and left.

It's a pity that this petty temper only lasted until the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class began, and then, she also wavered a little.

Because when the Defense Against the Dark Arts class started and the whole class sat down, our Professor Lockhart began to perform.

He reached out and picked up Neville's "Walking with Trolls" in his hand, and showed the students the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"Me," Lockhart said, pointing at his own picture, winking.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class, Order of Merlin, Hon. DADA, five-time Wizards Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile - but I never talk about that because I It is not by smiling to drive away Wan Lun's female ghost."

He waited for everyone to laugh, but only a few people smiled faintly, and Clark even heard the American transfer student Bruce behind him sneer.

The reaction at the scene exceeded Lockhart's expectations, which made the look of embarrassment on his face disappear for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"I see you all bought my complete book.

"

Now Clark also laughed. To be honest, because of him, Lihen Bookstore made a lot of money this year.

"Very well, I think we will do a small quiz today, don't be afraid, just to see how you read and how much you understand..."

After distributing the test papers, Lockhart returned to the podium and said, "I'll give you thirty minutes, start now."

Clark looked at the paper and found that it was full of questions about Lockhart himself.

For example, what is Lockhart's favorite color? What is his secret ambition?

And so on, a total of 54 questions, written on three sides of paper.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put away the test paper, flipped through it in front of the whole class, and commented on it while reading it.

"Tsk tsk... almost no one remembers that I like lilac color the most. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman"."

"How many students do you want to read carefully again? "Wandering with Werewolves" - I clearly stated in the twelfth chapter of the book that my ideal birthday gift is that all people with magic and non-magic get along in harmony.

Of course, I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogden Mature Flame. "

He winked mischievously at his classmates again, and Ron was looking at him with distrust now, and Seamus and Dean in front of them were trembling with silent laughter.

Clark heard the laughter of the American transfer students behind him grow louder, and he even whispered to the Ravenclaw students beside him, "Are your Hogwarts teachers at this level? What the hell are these questions?" and boring answers."

Only Hermione was still listening attentively.

At this time, Lockhart turned to Clark's test paper, and suddenly paused, "Oh, that's great, look at this paper!"

Gilderoy Lockhart pulled out Clark's paper alone, shaking it in his hand.

"Mr. Prewett knows that my secret revenge is to rid the world of evil and sell my own line of hair conditioners - what a great guy! In fact -"

He turned Clark's paper over, "One hundred points! Where is Mr. Clark Prewett?"

Clark stood up with a smile, and Hermione beside him looked up at him with a disbelieving, broken expression.

It was like finding out that the students in the dormitory said to play games every day, but they secretly took the postgraduate entrance examination and passed.

Is this starting to roll up? !

"Excellent!" laughed Lockhart. "Excellent! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

"Let's get down to business." He bent down and took out a large cage covered with cloth, and put it on the podium.

"Beware now, I am on a mission to teach you how to defend yourself against the most evil little things the wizarding world has ever known.

You will face the scariest things in this classroom, but remember, as long as I am around, you will not be harmed, I only ask you to remain calm. "

Clark pulled out his wand. Although this thing could only be used as a pretense, he knew what he was going to face after reading the original book.

"I must ask you not to scream, that will irritate them!"

Lockhart lifted the cover and said as if acting, "That's right, the Cornwall elf I just caught."

The whole class held their breath first, and then laughed one after another.

"Professor, do you call this the most evil and terrifying existence?" American transfer student Bruce Stewart laughed out of breath.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart said angrily, shaking his finger at him, "They're little destroyers as cunning as the devil!"

These pixies do resemble devils, with livid skin, about eight inches high, small pointed faces, and very piercing voices, like so many budgerigars quarreling.

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!"

With that said, he opened the cage door.

Now, as if the gate of hell had really been opened, the whole classroom was in chaos.

A dozen elves flew around like ignited rockets, and several of them rushed out of the window, scattering broken glass all over the back row of the classroom.

A few others grabbed Seamus by the ears and picked him up easily.

The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, more powerful than seven or eight rampaging mad cows.

At this chaotic moment, Clark finally stood up.