The Druid Master of Hogwarts

As several people walked into the classroom with Lockhart, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class officially began.

After entering the classroom, Fish did not turn into a cat and sleep in the desk drawer as usual, but sat obediently in the seat, looking forward to what Lockhart and others would tell.

As for his favorite "Lockhart Tales"...

With the exception of McGonagall's Transfiguration class, Fish never brought a textbook.

"Cough cough!"

Standing at the front of the classroom, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to attract everyone's attention. photos of the exact same smile.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, five-time Witcher Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile - but I don't talk about that, I'm not To exorcise Wan Lun's female ghost with a smile!"

He repeats the accolades he's earned with a cliché and tells a not-so-funny joke.

And then got a sparse laugh below—all sneers of disdain.

"But, Professor Gilderoy..." (●ΦωΦ●)

The sincere kitty raised her hand and said without realizing it, "Fixu has heard this sentence several times, meow."

Lockhart's expression froze, and the students in the classroom immediately burst into laughter, and Ron even thumped the table exaggeratedly.

But this level of embarrassment couldn't help the battle-hardened Lockhart, who quickly explained with a smile: "Oh, of course, I've been talking a bit more recently, because I think as your Professor, it is necessary for you to understand all aspects of me carefully."

Ron curled his lips disdainfully below, not believing his statement at all, and there are not a few people who have the same opinion as him.

On the contrary, the simple Fish easily believed Lockhart's statement, he nodded and frowned, "Fish sometimes has to talk to Minerva many times before she is willing to buy me a new one. Toy meow." ω

After resolving Fish's interruption, Lockhart continued on the topic.

"Exactly, I'm preparing a quiz today. Don't be afraid - just see how much you know about me,

How much of my work have you read..."

He took out a stack of papers and handed them out, then returned to the podium, "Thirty minutes for you. Now... start!"

Fishh looked at the paper in his hand with a bitter face. He didn't really want to take the test, but he wanted to listen to Lockhart's story, so he fell into a tangle for a while.

Although the other students disliked Lockhart in various ways, they were still professors anyway, so they obediently picked up their quills and filled in.

Seeing that everyone else was starting to write, Fisch felt that it was not good for him to sit still, so he asked Parvati next to him to borrow a quill and began to write on the paper.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

Fish looked up at Lockhart on the podium—a turquoise robe, and a turquoise hat with a gold rim, and the answer was obvious.

2. What was Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

do not know.

Kitty wrote the answer honestly.

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

Wrote a lot of interesting stories.

...

Because there were some simple questions on the paper, Feixu answered them quickly. The main reason was that he didn't know most of the questions.

Soon, Fish had done the last question.

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What is his ideal birthday present?

do not know! delicious!

After finishing the last question, Fish returned the quill to Parvati, then held up the paper high, "Professor Gilderoy, Fish finished writing meow!" (●ΦωΦ●)

At this point less than five minutes had passed.

"Really? Let me see!"

Lockhart walked up to Fish with a sigh of relief and took his papers.

Then he looked at Manjuanzi's "don't know" written like a child, and fell into silence.

"Ahaha..." Lockhart, who was planning to comment on the Feishu paper, laughed dryly and covered the paper on the podium, "It seems that Feishu was not very serious when you were reading the book. It's written in the book."

"Meow?" ω

Feixu tilted his head and said suspiciously: "But Feixu has never heard meow."

"Listen?" Lockhart noticed the abnormality in Fish's words.

"Yes, meow. Fish doesn't like reading, and all of your books are read to Fish by Minerva as bedtime stories, meow."

"Sleep...Bedtime Story..."

Lockhart twitched the corners of his mouth, still finding a way to praise himself, "It seems that Professor McGonagall still approves of my work."

Probably worried that Fisher would say something else that would make him uncomfortable, Lockhart quickly ended the conversation, "Okay, let's not disturb other students with their questions, please keep quiet."

Fish closed his mouth cooperatively, then took out a golden snitch from his magic pocket and began to play with it.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put away the papers, and commented while flipping through them.

But obviously, everyone was not very interested in the correct answer, and Seamus and Dean even laughed silently and trembled.

"The only one who got full marks is Miss Hermione Granger! Good girl! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised her hand tremblingly, and the surprised eyes cast around her made her feel ashamed and angry, but before the start of school, how could she know that Gilderoy Lockhart was such a person, and she didn't go to those details. Back, just remembered by the way, what can she do?

"Ten points for Gryffindor!" Lockhart looked very happy.

But it was the first time Hermione couldn't be happy when she was awarded points by the professor.

"Now, let's get down to business..."

After praising Hermione, Lockhart raised a large cloth-covered cage from behind the podium.

"Now - beware! My mission is to teach you to defend against the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known!"

I have to say that Lockhart is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere. His words made everyone quiet down and stared at the big cage that was covered.

"You're going to face the scariest things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you won't be hurt. I just ask you to stay calm."

Lockhart continued his alarmist talk, and Neville in the first row even shrank back under the influence of his words.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost ready, Lockhart suddenly lifted the cover on the cage.

"The Cornwall elf just caught!"

"puff……"

Seamus couldn't help but let out a sneer.

Pixies are not some rare magical creatures. Although they are partially magically XXX level, they are not dangerous at all. They just like to play tricks and do not harm human life.

Seeing that most of the students were the same as Seamus, disdainful of the elf in the cage, Lockhart's face was a little unbearable.

"Don't underestimate them!" he wagged his fingers angrily, "they can also be as cunning little spoilers as the devil!"

Yet Seamus was still laughing, out of breath.

"Okay," Lockhart shouted as he opened the cage, "see what you do with them!"

Those blue-green elves immediately flew out of the cage.

In Lockhart's expectation, they should start playing tricks as soon as they come out, and then stand up when the students are in a hurry to get their adoring eyes and applause.

However, the development of things was different from what he had imagined. After the elves flew out, they landed around Fish in a swarm, shouting at him.

"Hello, meow." (●ΦωΦ●)

Fish greeted them warmly and listened carefully for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Fish took out his magic pocket, took out a large amount of food from it, and distributed it to the elves.

"Professor Guidro, you're starving them." ω

While distributing the food, Fish frowned and said to Lockhart, "They say you haven't fed them since you bought them back, they haven't eaten for days...you're doing it wrong. the meow."

What Fish said was obviously inconsistent with what Lockhart said before, "just caught", but everyone must believe Fish.

And the fact is the same. Lockhart decided the content of the first lesson very early, but he also knew his level and was worried that he would not be able to handle this group of elves, so he deliberately starved them for a few days to weaken the they.

"Oh... yes, that's it... I mean, maybe I forgot..."

Lockhart obviously did not expect things to develop like this, and Fish seemed to be able to communicate with the elves, which caused his thinking to be a little confusing at this time.

But he quickly regained his composure. "Obviously, this is not a normal situation," Lockhart's voice became high again, "but it's also a good opportunity!"

At this moment, Lockhart actually agreed with Professor Sprout's idea. He said to the other students with a smile on his face: "This is a rare opportunity to get close to these little villains!"

As he spoke, he touched one of the elf, but the elf turned his head and glared at Lockhart's palm. His sharp teeth ripped open his skin in an instant, and blood gushed from the wound.

"I'm hurt!" Lockhart screamed like a little girl, clutching his bleeding palms and rushing out the door with a pale face, "Come on here! I'm hurt! Doctor! Doctor Where?!"

Because Lockhart was running so fast, Fish didn't even have time to give him a rejuvenation.

"Meow?"

With his hand raised halfway up, Fisher put his hand on his head and scratched his hair, a little puzzled by Lockhart's behavior.

However, he was too lazy to think about it if he couldn't understand it, and Fish put his attention back to the group of elves, and invited other students to come and feed them.

So the first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester was turned into a class on the protection of magical animals by Fish.

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