Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

The last class of the day was Defense Against the Dark Arts - Lockhart's class.

"Good afternoon, kids!"

When Lockhart walked into the classroom, everyone was surprised to find that his hair was messy, his clothes were disheveled, his shoulders and sleeves were still stained with dust, and the wand in his pocket was inserted crookedly...

"Ahem, don't worry, I just helped the second grade students deal with a little trouble..."

He smiled quite naturally and puffed out his chest, not caring about the curious looks. Then he glanced at the students in the classroom and found that there was a pile of his books on everyone's desk. He smiled even more happily, revealing eight big white teeth.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart,"

He proudly introduced himself, as if his sloppy appearance was a medal of honor: "Member of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Defense League against Dark Arts, and five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award. I miss you. Most people in the country should know my name more or less and have read my books...how is it, how do you feel?"

"Excellent, Professor!"

Some students immediately shouted: "Can I get your autograph?"

"Of course, of course, madam, my office welcomes my loyal fans to visit at any time... But before we officially start, let's name them first... uh..."

"Ken?"

He raised his head in confusion and asked tentatively: "Is this a personal name?"

"It's me, Professor." Avada reluctantly raised her hand and replied.

"Don't you even have a last name? Wait, I seem to know you... Oh, I remembered, you are the one who destroyed the mysterious man with the famous savior! Nice to meet you, nice to meet you..."

He immediately jumped out of the lecture hall happily, grabbed Avada's hand and shook it: "I took a photo with Harry Potter this morning. Maybe one day we can communicate together. God, yes If you have accomplished such a feat at this age, you may be as famous as me in the future, and you will have to carry a pen and a stack of photos wherever you go..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor."

Avada smiled politely and said nothing more.

‘It seems my full name is no longer on the student list. Fortunately, otherwise this guy might not know the Killing Curse, and he might have yelled Avada Kedavra in front of the whole class...'

Lockhart read out the names quickly and nodded with satisfaction after confirming that all the students were present.

"Okay, now that this little hero is here, I think the quiz questions I originally prepared have to be modified... I remember that the main content that third-year students learn in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is... understanding the darkness living things, and learn how to recognize them, respond to them, and deal with the wounds they cause, right?”

"Well everyone, Professor Lockhart is going to give you a severe challenge! I hope you can be mentally prepared!"

The atmosphere in the classroom immediately became tense, and there was no sound of air-conditioning.

"But there's no need to panic."

Looking at the nervous or solemn expressions of the students, Lockhart smiled proudly: "As long as you can use the knowledge I wrote in the book, then this challenge will not be daunting to you..."

"So,"

He bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and put it on the table: "Now - be careful! What you are about to face is the most terrifying thing known to the wizarding world. But remember, As long as you are familiar with my book, you will be able to deal with it easily!"

"The second-grade students have just suffered a big loss from them. Fortunately, they were protected from injury by my protection. Now it's your turn. This is to exercise your courage and reaction ability..."

The whole class held their breath, Lockhart put a hand on the cage, but his body was slowly retreating.

"In order to prevent you from becoming dependent on me and unable to exert your strength, I will leave this classroom after releasing them and let you deal with it alone... But don't worry, once you are in danger, I will rush in to protect you. Absolutely Nothing will happen."

"Then, let me see how you deal with these evil beings!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lockhart opened the cage with one hand and ran away like a frightened rabbit. He disappeared from the classroom with a whoosh, leaving only the loud sound of the door slamming and the sound of the rabbit that had been pulled out long ago. Magic wand, students ready for battle.

And in the cage that had been opened, the evil life that had been sealed for a long time finally revealed its true face——

They were a group of livid, short creatures about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very shrill and shrill voices, as if they were many budgies quarreling. They also have wings on their backs, making a buzzing sound like insects...

The whole class looked at me and I looked at you, and saw the same confusion in the eyes of different people.

"Well, if I read correctly, this is probably..."

Someone said hesitantly, and then someone immediately followed up: "Cornwall elf?"

"Yes, that's it. But what about the most evil being that was promised? I thought Professor Lockhart asked Dumbledore to borrow Voldemort's remnant soul!"

"That's too outrageous...I know. Professor Lockhart must have deliberately exaggerated the danger in order to hone our courage, so as to stimulate our potential!"

"So that's it!" Everyone suddenly realized.

"So, everyone,"

The girl who just spoke jumped up on the desk: "In order to show our courage to Professor Lockhart, and in order not to let him down, we must defeat all these guys with the most serious attitude and show the professor our courage." The best of us!”

"good!"

Her words immediately resonated - everyone wanted to perform as well as possible and impress the Defense Against the Dark Arts master: "Down with them!"

As he spoke, overwhelming curses poured into the Cornish elves who had not yet realized what was happening.

Avada:…

To be honest, the level of Defense Against the Dark Arts among their students this year is really impressive - although they changed professors once, the professor in the first year was a top defense master and was particularly good at giving lectures; It is the carrier of Voldemort, and rounding it off is the Dark Lord himself teaching it, which laid a pretty solid foundation for them.

Hope the elf is okay - other grades still have to use these poor guys for class.

…

"Huh...huh..."

In another empty classroom a few meters away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Lockhart finally stopped his trembling legs and his breathing gradually calmed down.

"They will definitely be teased miserably, just like those second graders..."

He thought to himself: "Then after those damn elves fly away from the window, I will walk in swaggering and scold them for not being strong enough and not serious about reading. Then they will definitely worship me even more and be like the book Like a worm, I engraved my book in my mind word by word, hehe..."

"Professor? Professor?"

A student's head suddenly popped in, startling Lockhart.

"What are you doing here?" He scolded with a straight face: "I will not take action unless my life is in danger. This is a training for you! You are really..."

"Uh, that,"

The student interrupted Lockhart in confusion: "I want to ask, Professor, why did you come here? We have already taken care of those elves, and we have been waiting for you for almost five minutes..."

As he said that, he brought the cage in. There were a bunch of unconscious elves stuffed in it. Some were burnt black, some were covered with frost, some were foaming at the mouth, and some even lost their wings or arms. …

Lockhart shuddered.