Chapter 156 Fuck the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's dream!
Lockhart was admitted to the school hospital again, and it was less than three days since the last time he was hospitalized.
The injury was more serious this time, but it was not a physical injury, but a psychological one!
Being bled from the anus by a beetle... This incident was not very hurtful, but it was so insulting that Lockhart wanted to die.
It only took an hour, and the whole school knew about it, including the ghosts and the portraits of wizards in every corner.
The Whomping Willow last time could be called an accident, so what excuse should I make this time?
After Lockhart was admitted to the school hospital, he didn't dare to recall the scene at that time. The amount of bleeding, pain and shame made him wish he could immediately give himself a forgetting curse.
As long as he doesn't remember this incident, it means it never happened!
Many students expressed doubts about Lockhart's ability. He couldn't even deal with a beetle. How did he accomplish the things claimed in the book?
Is it influenced by love?
This level can also become a professor? I can do it too!
Everyone was looking forward to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and wanted to see what bad performances he could deliver.
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday morning.
As a classroom once used by Quirrell, it has changed a lot now:
There is a framed photo of Lockhart on the wall, and a poster with his signature on the wall. This place is not like a classroom, but more like a press conference.
After Rove entered the classroom, he rationally did not sit in the first row, but brought Shirley and Neville to the last row.
As the class bell rang, Lockhart walked into the classroom. His butt was already healed, and his expression was well managed. At this time, he could no longer see any abnormalities.
He cleared his throat loudly, reached for a book he had written, and held it up, showing the winking photo on the cover.
"Me!" Lockhart pointed to himself, and said with a smile, "Gideroy Lockhart, I think everyone knows me."
"But your understanding of me is still the most superficial, limited to the labels that other wizards put on me...such as the winner of the Order of Merlin, the best-selling author, the magizoologist..."
Lockhart looked at the uninterested crowd and laughed.
"In the next year, I will abandon these false names and get along with you as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so that you can feel the real me up close!"
But only some students were applauding, and more people looked at him suspiciously.
"I know, something has happened recently." Lockhart still maintained a smile:
"This is some wizards slandering me, the jealousy of my peers, they are jealous of my talent, reputation, and strength..."
"Professor Lockhart, who is it?" A little Ravenclaw girl answered in a timely manner, like a professional fan.
Lockhart reached out and rubbed his hair, shook his head and sighed: "I won't call names, I understand everything I know, and you don't understand if you don't know it. There are too many interests involved..."
Lockhart pretended to be oppressed, and it had to be said that this rhetoric was still effective for the twelve-year-old wizard.
Many students were really taken aback.
Lockhart crossed his arms, showing a row of clean teeth and said, "In short, I only do three things when I come to Hogwarts:
magic,
magic,
Still magic! "
"You are unlucky, you haven't met a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but you are also lucky..."
Lockhart took a deep breath, stepped back, suddenly raised his wand, made a handsome gesture, then winked at the students and said:
"I will teach you the most powerful magic!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking! 'He said it lightly, he is a genius, how can we learn the most powerful magic!'" Lockhart said earnestly:
"But when I was twelve years old, I was as ordinary as you are now. Why did I achieve what I am today?"
Lockhart moved his arm and pointed to his chest, and said loudly:
"One character is recorded: heart.
Carefully! can learn any magic. "
After talking nonsense, Lockhart took out a cage covered with cloth and put it on the podium. He lowered his voice and said:
"You are about to face the most terrifying evil creature in this world, but remember, as long as I am here, you will not suffer any harm, and you must remain calm."
Many students held their breath, but as the cover was lifted, a group of iron blue magical creatures were revealed.
The group of magical creatures was only twenty centimeters tall, and they were all indigo blue. Although they had no wings, they could fly freely. They kept hitting the cage, making crackling noises.
Rove looked at the group of magical creatures, and suddenly there was a "ding" in his brain.
[A domesticated Cornish elf is detected, triggering side missions:
Catch pixies, bonus magic:
【Flying through the sky】
【Consume your own magic power to let your body fly freely】
The students were all disappointed. They heard Lockhart speak so loudly and thought there was a Dark Lord or a Dementor in the cage.
Didn't realize it was just a little elf.
It's like the college entrance examination is over, you thought you were going to go to Qingbei, and you almost got C9, no matter how bad you are, you have to be double first-class... Finally, you went to the Rap Academy.
The gap is too big!
"Don't despair, children, this is a tough guy!" Lockhart opened the cage door and released the group of elves.
They were imprisoned for a long time, and they were already extremely angry. After flying out of the cage, they immediately wreaked havoc in the classroom.
The elves grabbed the ink bottle and threw it at the wall. Lockhart's poster was stained with ink, and they tore books and papers to pieces and scattered them on the ground.
The flying elves were like countless ice picks, hitting the students' faces hard, and most of the little wizards hid under the table.
Lockhart was also knocked to the ground and almost staggered and fell. He hurriedly waved the wand in his hand pretendingly, as if he was warming up to cast magic.
"Go, I'll take you out!" Rove stood up, protecting Shirley and walked out of the classroom.
Neville and Hannah followed closely behind.
The elf ran towards them, a seed quickly sprouted and a vine was born, and under Rove's control, it waved into the air.
Accompanied by the violent beating sound of bang bang bang, those little elves were beaten against the wall.
All the students seemed to have found their backbone, and ran to the door one after another.
Lockhart also crawled out from under the table, trying to sneak out after the chaos, but a vine suddenly wrapped around his ankle, hanging him in mid-air.
"Hurry up and save me...save me..."
Lockhart screamed, but none of the students answered him, and they hurried out the door.
The last little wizard left and closed the door with his backhand.
Lockhart was dumbfounded. He was suspended in mid-air, waving his wand, and shouted loudly:
"It's nothing but elves... Pescipixi Pesternomi!"
But to no avail, an elf grabbed his wand and threw it straight out the window.
Countless elves came crashing into him, and Lockhart gasped. He had only one thought at this moment:
Just go tonight and fuck the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Dream!
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