Chapter 242 Coach! I Also Want To Learn A Disarming Spell That Can Shoot!
“I…I didn’t expect it at first.
Hermione also said a little embarrassed.
Indeed, a simple cleansing spell would do the trick.
She was still thinking about going back to take a shower.
In fact, this is also inseparable from some of her Muggle-born habits.
In other words, she is not used to using magic to solve some problems.
Magic still needs to be used more in order to become more sophisticated. "
"If you don't use it all the time, you will be unfamiliar...
Blake was inspired and thought of Lockhart.
That's really a classic example.
When he was in school, this guy was a solid top student.
After all, he is the top student at Ravenclaw Academy.
Blake couldn't believe his magic was so lame to begin with.
There is only one explanation.
That is, after graduation, he didn't use those magics much.
Leading to extreme unfamiliarity.
And the frequently used forgetting spell was used by him to perfection.
The second class is Transfiguration class.
Professor McGonagall's class is difficult for most people.
Even for Hermione, the top student, it was the same.
Except Blake.
He easily turned a small beetle into a beautiful button.
For this reason, the happy Professor McGonagall gave him twenty points in one breath.
Because except for Blake.
She had never seen other students in class who always succeeded on the first try.
After lunch at noon, take a short rest.
Everyone rushed to the classroom for the next class without stopping.
There is only one course in the afternoon.
That is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Lockhart is in charge of.
Blake originally thought that the Gryffindors would be in class with the Slytherins.
Then he can successfully avoid lightning.
But the result surprised Blake.
Because this class is still taught by students from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff colleges together.
Wait until Hermione sat next to him.
Blake is glad that her class schedule doesn't have all of Lockhart's classes marked with hearts.
Hermione was laying out all of Lockhart's thick "textbooks" on the table.
Turning around, he saw Blake's eyes looking at him.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"How do you know I'm looking at you when you're not looking at me?"
"You 07! Bastard!"
Blake touched his nose.
"I just think you are cute, so I took a few more glances."
Hermione blushed a little, raised her "Walking with Trolls" and patted Blake.
"what are you talking about!"
"Isn't it? Then... you are ugly?"
"Pah!" Another hard blow.
Blake touched his shoulder, which didn't hurt.
Ignoring Hermione's embarrassed expression.
"Then do you think I'm handsome or Lockhart is handsome?"
"I think you're going crazy."
Although Hermione was swearing.
But there was a strange cheerfulness in my heart.
Because she felt a little jealous when Blake asked.
Lockhart's figure appeared from the classroom door.
It's just that his arm was holding Harry like a chicken.
Harry looked depressed.
Apparently, they just had a very "pleasant" exchange.
It was only after entering the classroom that Lockhart let Harry go.
Relieved, Harry ran to the seat next to Ronald.
Lockhart smiled and waited until all the wizards were seated.
He picked up a copy of "Walking with Trolls" from Neville's desk and held it in his hand.
He pointed to his picture on the cover.
"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, a third-class recipient of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award...but I don't talk about that, after all, I You can't get rid of Wan Lun female ghosts by smiling.
A classic Lockhart introduction.
Lockhart glanced around the classroom, as if waiting for everyone to laugh.
However, his self-introduction only made a few people smile a little.
Lockhart was slightly embarrassed when he saw this scene.
"I noticed you all sold a complete set of my books, which is great, so I thought we'd do a little quiz today."
"Don't be afraid, I just want to see how well you read and how much you understand..."
Then, Lockhart handed out the papers he had prepared.
Blake had already piled the thick books on the table like a bunker.
Then the whole person lay down in the back and dozed off.
"Get up, Blake, it's time for a quiz!" Hermione said excitedly.
She is the kind of person who gets excited when she sees exams.
Blake, who knew what was on those papers in advance, was not very interested.
Really, any question Lockhart asks has something to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Blake wouldn't even find it so boring...
Blake looked at the paper in his hand speechlessly.
The first question is, what is Lockhart's favorite color?
Why can't you ask the person in the book how you got rid of the werewolves?
Blake picked up the pen and glanced at Hermione next to him.
Hermione was writing furiously with the quill in her hand...
"Hey, can you give me the answer?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and covered the paper tightly.
Blake pouted.
In fact, as long as he uses Legilimency, he can get the correct answer at any time.
However, for such a paper.
Blake feels that even if he is wrong, he will feel sick...
He picked up the pen and began to write the answers blindly.
"what color do you like?"
"I guess it's the same color as your hat - green!"
“What’s the secret ambition?”
"I guess... you can be in the limelight every day? You can break your head, bleed, and don't mess up your hair!"
“Biggest achievement so far?”
"Hiss... Are you selling shampoo?"
"When is your birthday?"
"February 31st!"
Blake was chattering quietly over there.
Hermione heard it all.
The more I listen to it, the more outrageous I feel...
Well, although Lockhart's test paper is indeed more outrageous...
However, your answer to the question was too perfunctory.
"Blake, where is the thirty-first day in February?"
"Exactly right."
Blake threw the paper aside and lay down in boredom.
"To be honest, I have begun to miss sending my way...
Although Quirrell's class at the beginning was just a formality.
But then Tom often taught at the top...
The level of education is indeed not a guarantee!
You can say Voldemort is bad, but you can't say he's not good.
"Here, here you are." Hermione lowered her head and handed over her paper.
She planned to give the test paper to Blake after all.
Blake took the test paper and glanced at it.
Then he returned it unhappily.
"I'm not copying... By the way, why do you know so much about Lockhart?"
Hermione took back the test paper, but the upturned corner of her mouth couldn't be suppressed.
"I know it after reading these books."
Blake sighed, then turned to look the other way.
"Hannah...how did you answer?"
"I...I won't..."
"Ha! That's great, you don't know it either like me!"
Then Blake moved his chair towards Hannah.
Hermione's expression immediately froze.
She looked at her densely written test paper.
Suddenly I felt that the perfect score no longer tasted good.
Half an hour later.
Lockhart collected the papers.
After some reviews.
He gave Hermione a hundred points.
"Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"
Hermione glanced at Blake, then raised a trembling hand.
"Great! Very good! Ten plus for Gryffindor!"
Then Hermione clearly heard a slight snort from Blake next to her.
Hermione couldn't help but pat him again.
He whispered angrily: "Why are you so stingy!"
Blake continued to lie silent.
At this time, Lockhart began to recover.
He pulled out a cage wrapped in cloth.
"Now! Be careful!"
"My mission is to teach you to resist the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known!"
"You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom!"
"But remember, as long as I'm here, no harm will come to you!"
"I hope you can stay calm!"
The classroom suddenly became quiet.
Everyone held their breath and wanted to see clearly. What is it that Lockhart said was so terrifying?
"I must ask you not to scream. It will piss them off!"
Lockhart said as he lifted the cover.
"That's right! This is the Cornish Elf we just caught!"
"ah?"
"Pfft..."
Someone in the classroom suddenly burst into laughter.
Elf? The scariest and most evil thing? Even Hermione couldn't help but look disappointed.
Specifically, in front of Blake's little darlings. It's not enough for these little elves to stuff their teeth.
Blake poked his head out from above the book. Then he glanced at the elves.
These little elves are all livid. About eight inches tall. The cheeks are pointed and the throat is extremely sharp.
As soon as the cover was taken off, the whole classroom was filled with their chirping noise.
"Okay! Let's see how you deal with them!" Lockhart said, opening the cage door.
To be honest, Blake thinks Lockhart is out of his mind...
Even though he knew he couldn't deal with them, he still caught so many people. What if he only caught one...
But so many………
As soon as the cage was opened, the classroom was in chaos.
These little things are flying around like rockets, wreaking havoc in the classroom.
Poor little Neville was grabbed by the ears by two elves and hung from the chandelier on the ceiling...
"Crack!" Hermione picked up the book and swatted away an elf flying towards her.
Blake said: "Use your magic to figure it out, Hermione."
After hearing this, Hermione picked up her wand and pointed it at the elves and started casting spells.
Lockhart rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand.
“Peschipixipestenomi!”
The result is of course useless.
The elf kept throwing the wand out of the window. He was almost hit by Neville who fell down...
"All petrified!"
"Bata!"
An elf was petrified and fell on the table.
But most elves fly too fast. Hermione couldn't hit it at all.
Seeing that there is no end in sight
. Blake pulled out his wand.
"Whirlwind sweeps away!"
There was a strong wind on the ceiling! All the elves were blown to the blackboard by the strong wind!
The amazing thing is that none of the junior masters below felt the wind.
The next second, the wand in Blake's hand shot out a blazing red light.
"Fainted!" The red light swept over!
Then the little elves that were blown together fell from the sky like rain...
Lockhart poked his head out from under the podium curiously.
Then he was hit in the forehead by a fainted elf.
At this time, all the junior teachers looked at Blake with admiration.
"So...can the Stunning Curse still work?" Harry asked blankly.
"Actually, a disarming spell would work too," Blake added.
"Coach! I want to learn a disarming spell that can shoot!"
The system's beeps sounded one after another in Blake's mind.
Although they are all bronze level treasure chests. But the number is still considerable.
At this time, the get out of class bell rang. Blake patted the desk.
The books on the table began to fly back into the bag one by one.
He stretched, then looked at Lockhart who stuck his head out from under the podium and said happily.
"I think... get out of class can be over now?"
The next few days. When Lockhart saw Blake, he always walked away.
He thought that a person could shoot the stun spell like a laser. It's better to stay away from him...
And Blake was happy to see that happen. During the period, he also met Ginny several times.
Judging from the look on her face, it seemed that the diary hadn't started to attack Ginny yet.
In other words, Ginny has no intention of writing a diary yet.
Blake wasn't in a hurry either. He was still looking for a chance to get the diary. Anyway, we can't let Tom trick the little girl into the secret room.
Soon, the first 967 Sunday of school at Hogwarts arrived.
Blake also planned to quietly sneak to Hogsmeade to have a few butterbeers with Aberforth after he woke up.
But he was pulled out of bed early in the morning by Cedric.
Then he remembered that he was already the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. He has to take the players to host the team's training on Sunday...
"How about... I will give you the captain."
Spent the night researching healing potions and mandrakes. Blake, who was severely sleep deprived, said in distress.
"No!" Cedric sternly refused Blake's request to fish.
"Since you are the captain, you must shoulder the responsibility of the captain!"
"Cedric! You're deliberately trying not to let me sleep, aren't you?!"
"You're the captain! So...yeah! You can't sleep today!"
"Okay! Captain, right? Training, right? Don't regret it!"
Blake scrambled to his feet angrily.
"I wanted you to have one last nice weekend."
"But since you strongly requested it, then... the devil's special training will begin immediately!"
Seeing the enchanting light in Blake's eyes, Cedric couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
"Um...is it too late for me to regret it now?"
"Too late!" Blake threw an empty potion bottle aside.
This is the energy-boosting potion.
Drink this, don't even think about being able to sleep during the day...
"Calling all team members! Let's conduct the first training event!"
Thirty minutes later.
Quidditch pitch.
Blake said loudly:
"As wizards, your physique is too weak! That's why you fly away when others hit you! You can't even catch the ball! You must practice!"
"Also, your willpower is also very weak! That's why you take a break at halftime! You have no fighting spirit! You need to practice!"
"Now! Put down the brooms! Everyone is here! Jog three times around the Quidditch pitch! Warm up later!"
Hufflepuff's team members are numb.
Brother, do you know how big the Quidditch pitch is? Jog three times? And warm up? Halfway through, no one can stand here!
"This...Blake..." Cedric looked at Blake in embarrassment.
"Run! Run!"
The team members started running sparsely, but the speed... was no different from walking.
"Tsk! So lazy! That's why I said you don't have enough willpower!" Blake said dissatisfied.
He touched his nose and threw a ball.
The ball landed, and then a big dog that looked very "intelligent" appeared in front of him.
"Huh! Did you see that group of people?"
"If you see one that doesn't run away, bite me!"
Erha understood and jumped out excitedly!
When the team members turned around to peek, they immediately saw a big dog rushing over.
"Damn it! Do you still have a dog handler?"
"No! I'll run!"
An hour later. Cedric lay on the ground with blank eyes. Let Erha bite his ass.
he's completely out of energy
"Bite it, I won't be able to run if you bite me to death..."