The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

In the afternoon, Lockhart walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with Harry in his arms. Then Lind saw Harry hurriedly running to the back and hurriedly stacking books high to cover his face.

Still like the original work, Lockhart has indeed been riding on Harry's popularity and trying to use him to make news.

I thought it would be like Quirrell, something a little different!

Ignoring Harry behind him, Lynd looked at Lockhart in front. He walked up to Neville, picked up a copy of "Walking with Trolls", and showed the photo of himself winking on the cover.

"I," he pointed to his photo and winked, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of the Alliance Against Dark Arts, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Prize - but I don’t talk about that, I didn’t drive away the female ghosts in Bandung by smiling!”

After he finished speaking, he continued to smile. Like a third-rate stand-up comedian waiting for cheers. But fortunately, several girls including Hermione gave him some feedback, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

Afterwards, Lockhart put down his book and picked up a stack of papers from the desk. "I see you all bought my complete set of works - good. I think we'll do a little test today. Don't be afraid - —Just to see how well you read and how much you understand..."

Then he started walking down, handing out papers one by one.

"This is too unmagical. I don't understand why he would take on this mess. Even if Hogwarts is very safe, wouldn't he be afraid of losing his reputation by teaching children at this level?" Lind thought.

After handing out the papers, he walked up again.

Linde looked at the paper,

1.What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart’s greatest achievement to date?

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54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart’s birthday? What is his ideal birthday gift?

Linde slapped his forehead in disappointment. At least Quirrell still knows how to read according to the book...

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the papers away and looked through them in front of the whole class.

"Tsk tsk - almost no one remembers that I like lilac the most. I mentioned it in "A Year with XZ Snowman". Some students want to read "Weekend with the Werewolf" carefully - I mentioned it in "A Year with XZ Snowman". Chapter 12 of the book makes it clear that my ideal birthday gift would be for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony – but I wouldn’t say no to a large bottle of Ogden’s Aged Fire Whiskey either!”

"...but Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and to sell my own line of hair lotions - good girl! In fact -" He turned her paper over, " One hundred percent! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised a trembling hand. "Excellent!" Lockhart said with a smile, "Very good! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

Then he continued to look at the paper, "Hey, this Miss Jane... Oh, my greatest achievement so far is...?! Also, my favorite food is... canned herring? What is this? I’ve never mentioned this kind of food before!”

As he said that, Lockhart looked with a stiff smile, "Where is Miss Jane Deaver?"

No one answered, some young wizards looked around. Harry and Ron's expressions were also a little stiff.

"Jane DeVoe!" he asked again.

"Um...Professor, she may have gone to the toilet!" Harry said. At this time, Hermione had already buried her head under the book, and her expression that was just complacent now turned a little embarrassed.

"Did she go to the toilet?" Lockhart looked at Harry.

"Yes, I've been there for about twenty minutes," Harry said bravely.

"Okay!" Lockhart threw the paper aside.

"Hey, why did this classmate named Lynd Augustus only write a little bit?" Lockhart had a sullen look on his face.

"Student Augustus, please stand up."

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The little wizards looked left and right, but still no one said anything.

Harry also buried his head under the book at this time. Only Ron held his head high. Then he hurriedly lowered his head, but Lockhart still saw him.

"That classmate, what's your name?"

Ron was reluctant to look up at first, until all eyes were focused on his face, he had no choice but to speak, "My name is Ron Weasley."

"Okay, Mr. Weasley. Do you know who Mr. Augustus is?"

"He's not here sir!" whispered Ron.

"Then where has he gone?" said Lockhart.

"He also went to the toilet... maybe!" Ron said with his head lowered so that no one else could see his face.

"Why did you go to the toilet again? It's really..." Lockhart said, and then laughed. "Well, it seems we don't have to wait for them. Let's start the real teaching content today!"

Ron sat down with relief. Harry whispered from the side, "They skipped class, right? They definitely won't come back. Dudley did this too."

Hermione looked grim. Although she didn't want to admit it, it seemed so. Just as Lockhart was looking in the mirror on the side of the classroom, Lind just walked out.

Then Jane saw it, her heart ready to move was ignited, and she ran out.

"Huh, this is a disadvantage for them. Later they will understand how stupid this is. Professor Lockhart's lecture will definitely be very exciting." Hermione said angrily.

While they were talking, they saw Lockhart take out a large bird cage from under the desk, and it was covered with a cloth.

"Must be a dangerous guy who is afraid of light." Hermione speculated.

"I must ask you not to scream," said Lockhart in a low voice. "That will irritate them!"

The whole class held their breath, and Lockhart suddenly lifted the hood. It contained many humanoid creatures no more than the size of sparrows, with ugly wings behind them. Their skin is iron-green, they have small pointed faces, and their voices are very shrill and harsh. As soon as the cover is removed, they start to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage bars, and make all kinds of weird faces at the people nearby.

"Yes," Lockhart said theatrically, "a freshly caught Cornish elf."

That's it? !

Harry wanted to say something, but when he thought about Hermione, a huge Lockhart fan, sitting next to him, he still couldn't say anything.

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Linde walked quickly in the corridor, holding his head high and looking straight ahead. Not far behind him, a little girl shrank from behind, looking left and right.

"Can you be more normal? Do you want others to see that you are not normal?" Linde said helplessly.

"But...but I'm scared! What if I get caught by the teacher..."

"Professor McGonagall is the only one who knows about our class, and she should be in class now. Also, most teachers have a lot of classes every day. Why don't we just go back to the lounge quickly!" Linde said, turning the corner , a small group of senior students happened to come over, and Linde kept walking forward without changing his expression.

Jane's expression changed. Although he knew it was just a group of senior students, he was still a little scared when he thought that he was on the run. However, seeing Linde's figure walking further and further away, he still ran after him.

Running to Linde's side, she seemed to want to lighten the atmosphere and started talking, "How did you think of skipping class?" she asked,

Linde replied. "It feels boring. It's too stupid to do that kind of question." He skipped class this time and had the idea of ​​touching Lockhart's psychological bottom line. If nothing happened this time, I wouldn't have to waste time on Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future.

No, don't waste time in Lockhart's class. Instead of wasting time on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What about you?" Linde asked.

"Me? I don't think it's interesting either. My grandmother said he is just a clown with nothing in his mind. It's okay to watch him for fun, but forget about teaching.

And I'm afraid he'll scold me if I continue to stay there.

I wrote that his greatest ambition to date was to be able to go to the toilet alone. "