Magical Studies at Hogwarts

New professor, new Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Compared with last year, this year's classroom is at least much cleaner and smells better. There are many more portraits of Lockhart on the walls, constantly releasing his charm to the little witches in the classroom.

Lockhart was wearing gorgeous robes, with dazzling golden hair. He picked up a book of his own and showed a photo of himself on it. He even blinked in the photo.

"Me." Lockhart pointed to his photo and blinked, "Gilderoy Lockhart, recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of the Defense League against Dark Arts, five-time winner of Wizards Weekly

"The Most Charming Smile Award - But I don't talk about that. I don't rely on my smile to drive away all the female ghosts!"

Lockhart showed a standard smile with eight teeth, and Ike swore he saw Lockhart's teeth flash like in the old cartoons.

What a heck!

While Lockhart smiled and showed off his charm, Ike stood up with his hands raised.

"Professor Lockhart, I have a question that I would like your answer to."

"Oh... Of course, I will be happy to answer the little wizard's questions." Lockhart still maintained a perfect smile, "Well, this..."

"Ike Strider, Professor Lockhart."

"Mr. Strider, what's your problem?"

"Professor Lockhart, can you tell me what spell you used to exorcise the Wan Lun female ghost? Did you invent the spell? Can you teach us that spell?"

Ike looked forward to it, but Lockhart's smile froze. After laughing twice, Lockhart put down the book he had been holding and waved his hand for Ike to sit down.

"Haha...Mr. Strider, that is a very profound and difficult spell. It is very difficult to learn it..."

"Of course! If I have the chance in the future, I will tell you about the curse. As long as you meet my requirements..." Lockhart blinked again and waved his wand to send out a stack of papers. "As for now,

...I saw that you all bought my complete set of books, and I thought I should do a little test..."

"Thirty minutes, start now!"

Looking at the questions on the paper, the little witches let out a soft cry, while the little wizards were generally dumbfounded. Except for Ike, everyone else basically got the wrong answer.

Thirty minutes later, Lockhart collected the papers on time and began to read them in front of the whole class.

"It seems that you didn't read my works carefully. Many people even wrote the wrong date of my birthday..." Lockhart said with a little disappointment, "Almost no one remembers that I like lilac the most. This really makes me

sad……"

"However, Mr. Strider, I have heard that you are very good, but this paper of yours has disappointed me." Lockhart raised Jan Eyck's paper, "My secret ambition is not just sales.

My own series of hair conditioners, more importantly, to eliminate all evil in the world!"

"Okay, let's get down to business. As your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, my mission is to teach you to resist the most evil things known to the wizarding world!" Lockhart took out a cage covered with black cloth from behind the podium and took a picture.

After clicking, a loud scream came from the cage, "Here are the terrifying creatures you are about to face, but don't worry, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed!"

"Please don't scream, that will anger them..."

As he spoke, Lockhart suddenly pulled back the black cloth.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Cornish elves!"

Terry sneered at the right time, raised his hand, and said: "Professor Lockhart, the Cornish elf is not a scary creature. In fact, I could easily deal with it before I entered school."

"Really? This..."

"Terry Butt."

"Mr. Boot, don't be too sure, they are a bunch of cunning little villains!" Lockhart took a step back, then opened the door of the cage, "Let me see how you deal with them!"

Cornish elves are very naughty and mischievous creatures. They have livid skin and can fly even though they have no wings. These little things are very powerful and love to do anything to make people fear, fear and disgust.

things. They will not be tamed, nor will they obey anyone's instructions. If you don't pay attention, they will even

They would even be kidnapped by them. For example, they were first known to people because they kidnapped a witch on holiday in Cornwall in the 17th century, although the witch named Diffna Fumage was not affected.

What a physical injury, but it left an indelible mental scar that lasted a lifetime, and I was afraid of this inconspicuous creature for the rest of my life.

The elves who escaped from the cage completely let themselves go. They chattered in a language that only they themselves could understand, and attacked everyone in the classroom crazily.

Lockhart, who was the closest, bore the brunt and received special care from the elves. One grabbed the book on the podium and slapped Lockhart, the other pulled down Lockhart's pants, and two more.

He went around to the back and grabbed the cloak, trying to lift Lockhart up.

Lockhart first let out a scream, and then waved his arms frantically to drive away the troublemakers. But it was obvious that these little guys were extremely flexible, and Lockhart failed to hit any of them after struggling for a long time.

"Peschi Pixi Pesternomi!" Lockhart pulled out his wand and shouted at the elves flying around, but his spell had no effect, and instead he was caught by a clever elf.

With the magic wand, it took a lot of effort to get rid of the little clever ghost.

"Catch...catch them! They are just a group of elves..." Lockhart yelled, but no one responded to him. The elves who escaped from the cage used the classroom as a playground, and they wreaked havoc.

He splashed the ink bottle, picked up books and tore them into pieces, tore off the pictures and curtains on the walls, and even grabbed the little witch's hair and pulled it hard before throwing it back.

The screams of the elves, the cries and curses of the little wizards, and Lockhart's roar, within a few minutes, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom became a mess.

"Catch them! Catch them!" Lockhart waved his wand and cloak, and was beaten by the elves until he was running around in confusion. He bent over and ran to the door, waved the wand in his hand, and chanted several times.

None of the spells worked. After shouting "catch them" again, Lockhart ran out of the classroom and closed the door tightly. Several elves yanked the door handle several times, but did not pull it open.

open.

"Is he really a professor?" Stewart slammed an elf away with a book and looked at Lockhart running away alone, his face full of disbelief.

Turning to look at Ike's position, I saw the old god sitting there, leisurely flipping through the book "Breaking with the Female Ghost". The elf flew towards him as if he hit a wall, knocking him down.

He turned several somersaults.

"Help! Ike!" Terry yelled as he used a magic spell to repel the elf that sneaked up on Stewart while he was stunned.

Ike waved his hand, a book flew up and hit an elf who wanted to secretly pluck Morag's hair, and said: "Use the freezing spell!"

"Immobilize them all!" Terry reacted and chanted the magic spell loudly to the elves flying around. A blue light flashed and several elves were immobilized in the air. Others immediately reacted after seeing this.

, cast freezing spells one after another. Ike was not idle either, using the lv6 floating spell to control the book and knock down the attacking elf.

But in the blink of an eye, except for the one who was knocked unconscious by Ike, all the elves in the classroom were frozen in place. Michael took a copy of "Wandering with Ghouls" and smashed an elf several times.

Next, it was the hair that had fallen off the top of his head, and he was obviously bald.

"Madam Pomfrey has hair growth spirits, which are very useful." Stewart suppressed a smile and stopped Michael who was about to continue flogging the corpse.

"Let's put these guys back into the cage. The freezing spell won't control them for long." Ike took out his wand and controlled a dozen elves to fly back to the cage.

"He actually ran away!" Morty, who also had his hair pulled back, had a cry in his voice, feeling that his idol was shattered.

"Perhaps we should go find Professor Flitwick and take these little guys." After locking up all the elves, Ike knocked on the cage and suggested, "I believe our dean will seek justice for us.

of."

"That's right! Go find Professor Flitwick! I want to avenge my hair!" Michael took a book to cover the "abruptness" on his head, responded immediately, ran over, grabbed the cage from Ike, and ran out directly

In the classroom, other little wizards followed closely behind, and in the blink of an eye, only Stuart and Ike were left in the classroom.

"Do you still believe Lockhart is reliable?" Stewart asked.

Ike packed up his books, held them in his arms, and smiled at Stuart: "He is unreliable, but now I am curious about another thing."

"What? It won't be another troublesome thing," Stewart asked quickly, obviously frightened.

"Obviously, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not very good." Ike shrugged, "Then how did he do the things in the book?"

"I'm really curious..."