The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The transition from vacation to school is only as short as an opening banquet. All students must sleep in the castle for one night and adapt to a different rhythm of life the next day.

The debate about Lockhart continues between DeWitt and Hermione, and the final result is to wait until the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson begins.

However, before Lockhart could wait for his first class, a piece of news swept across the entire campus like a strong wind on an ice sheet.

It is said that a first-year Slytherin girl strangled the goblin used as a teaching aid in Gilderoy Lockhart's class.

No one can blame this little girl, because she completed the defense task very well, although she... found a different way.

What is worth paying attention to is Lockhart's performance. Other young wizards present said that "Lockhart was very scared", which became strong evidence for DeWitt - "Look, Hermione, that idiot is even afraid of the corpse of a goblin."

, he is afraid that even when preparing the potion, he would have to cut up a Florob caterpillar with his eyes closed, and he would be a pure waste."

But Hermione still had hope, she insisted: "I have to see the actual evidence myself."

That was a hard drag, and it only lasted a few days until the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in second grade.

When Gilderoy Lockhart walked into the classroom with his usual jubilant cock gesture, the outcome of the argument between DeWitt and Hermione was still unclear. When Lockhart announced that there was going to be an exam, Hermione

Looking at DeWitt, he obviously felt that the quality of a teacher who was willing to take the exam was definitely not bad.

However, when the paper was placed in front of everyone, DeWitt knew that no more evidence was needed, just because all the questions on the paper were related to Gilderoy Lockhart's personal information-from Lockhart's favorite

Color, on Lockhart's birthday, these questions made DeWitt so sick that he almost stood up and punched the old boy a few times. Is it worthy? DeWitt wanted to ask Lockhart, did you deserve to be remembered like this?

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How qualified a teacher must be to make students focus on the teacher instead of knowledge? There is no doubt that Gilderoy Lockhart is cultivating a personality, and even Dumbledore is a cult of personality.

Something to avoid.

DeWitt cast a winner's calm gaze at Hermione, but Hermione turned her head away and acted as if she saw nothing. She wrote each question randomly, and DeWitt didn't say anything - the argument was just a joke.

, Lockhart will only be a spice in the conversation between two people.

Back to the exam in class.

"I only give you... thirty minutes," Lockhart said proudly: "There are still fifteen minutes left before the end of this exam."

While talking, he walked around and leaned over to watch the students answer questions. But not only that, he would also make a dissatisfying "tsk tsk" sound, as if he had an abscess in his mouth and sucked the poisonous water out of the sore.

It's so disgusting when it comes out.

When the time came, he collected the test papers one by one just like when he handed them out - no magic, just doing it by himself. This down-to-earth work spirit was really touching, and he announced that he would correct it in class.

This is really good. Should the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson be wasted in such a meaningless manner? Not only Hermione was muttering in a low voice, but even Ron, who dislikes studying the most, also had objections. He thought simply -

It's one thing if I don't learn, but it's definitely not okay if the teacher doesn't teach.

Fortunately, there are no brain-consuming questions in these nonsense papers. Lockhart's correction speed is not slow, but it cannot be called fast - yes, he still does it himself. When he finished correcting it, he rubbed his wrist and Lockhart stood.

He stood up and said sadly:

"What a pity, everyone, no one can answer all the questions on the test paper correctly. Only one little wizard answered a few - who is Hermione Granger?"

Hermione covered her face with a book, lowered her head and slowly raised her hand. The height she raised was no more than her chin, but Lockhart still saw it.

"Good girl..." Lockhart praised happily, followed by a lot of words.

But for Hermione, for the first time in her life, she felt that it was a shame that she wrote the questions correctly, and she would be embarrassed by being praised - it was so embarrassing. She just finished writing the questions that she knew well as always. Is this considered a mistake? Fortunately,

Lockhart announced that Gryffindor had gained five points, which made Hermione feel that she was not too disadvantaged.

No one could have imagined that Lockhart would tell all the answers to each question in the next half hour. No one would remember this kind of knowledge that would not be put to any use at any time.

Hermione pursed her lips and listened with difficulty. Rather than learning rubbish knowledge, she just didn't want her habit of listening carefully to be affected.

After finishing speaking, Lockhart took out a large cage covered with cloth from behind the podium.

"Now - beware! It is my job to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil things known to the wizarding world! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not

No harm will come to you. I just ask you to stay calm."

The students who had heard about the goblins in the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class had expected it. Lockhart got the bonus of bringing "special teaching aids" to class, which caused a heated discussion and satisfied him, so he was in the second-year class.

Do the same.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that will anger them!"

The class held their breath, and Lockhart lifted the cover.

"That's right," he said, standing in front of the curtain that had not yet been opened, like a theater announcer, "a Cornish elf that has just been caught."

The students' sneers made Lockhart feel that he was being despised. He looked down on these short, ugly guys with sharp heads, right? He thought vengefully.

"Well," Lockhart said loudly, "let's see how you deal with them!" He opened the cage door.

The naked green-skinned elves flapped their bat-like fleshy wings and rushed out of the cage like wild horses. Not to mention those who found other people, there were also those who wanted to provoke DeWitt.

One by one, they were all blown away by the hard metal wand like golf balls.

When he knocked away the second elf, DeWitt thought of Lockhart, who was enjoying himself on the podium. The best-selling author was arrogantly looking at all the students with a look that said, "Now you know how awesome you are." It was too moist.

, the next elf that was bounced changed its direction and hit Lockhart in the face, causing his nose to bleed. The elf was not to be outdone, and smeared Lockhart's blood and clawed at Lockhart crazily.

Hart's hair and face.

He accidentally rescued Neville, who was grabbed by the ears by two elves and was about to take off. At this time, most of the students began to rush out of the classroom faster than the elves came out of the cage. Lockhart was no exception. He wanted to hide back in the office.

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"Hmph, you want to escape?" DeWitt used his wand and the door to the office was frozen and unable to be opened. Even if Lockhart grabbed the door handle and kicked the wall with his feet, it was useless.

When the students all ran out, Harry and Ron saw that DeWitt and Hermione hadn't moved, so they didn't plan to leave. Anyway, after being beaten several times by DeWitt, the elves knew that this was a tough problem and stopped approaching.

, they watched the live broadcast of Lockhart and the office door being pulled together - as well as the elves hovering around Lockhart like flies, sneak attacks, and together they presented a gorgeous and funny drama.

"Professor!" Ron joined in the fun excitedly and shouted: "What are you doing, Professor!"