Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After running out of lunch, they took a nap for a while and went to the transfiguration. In all senses, Professor McGonagall’s transfiguration is one of the most difficult courses. Today, she wants students to turn a beetle into a button. Crabbe and Goyle behave like two muggles. In the face of agile beetle, they are awkward and even wand is unsteady.

As for Pansy, she changed the button all around and left a few feet, running around on the table, most of the students did not perform well, as if after going home to play a holiday, the original learning knowledge All of them leaked from the brain. Professor McGonagall’s expression was very serious. Only when she passed the Malfoy table, her frowning brows slowly spread out. The buttons he made were exquisite and beautiful. No trace of beetle can be found.

“Slytherin adds ten,” Professor McGonagall said with approval.

“Really, I really don’t know what it’s for learning.” After class, Pansy complained to Malfoy in the hallway. “Although I really don’t like muggle, sometimes it’s not bad to use them. No one really wants to use a beetle as a button. Isn’t it right? If you need it, you can buy it.”

Malfoy frowned, didn’t know how to change her mind, and I don’t know what will happen in the future. No one knows, even if he himself has changed so much history, perhaps his well-known future development will become unrecognizable. Uncertainty, anyone can participate in the battle, and now the basic composition of each point is important for ordinary students.

“Pansy.” Malfoy shouted, preparing to instill a correct idea into her, but was interrupted.

“Today’s dark magic class actually wants us to go with Gryffindor.” Pansy took a piece of paper and glanced. “Come on, I don’t want to sit with the bunch of people, maybe we should choose a good location?” As he said, he took him and walked quickly to the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not giving him the opportunity to speak. .

Malfoy can only be dragged away by helpless.

When I arrived at the classroom, I didn’t start class. As a result, the classroom was almost full. Almost all of them were girls. The rest of the talents came in slowly before they ringed. The seats looked very clear, Gryffindor took a side, and Slytherin took the other side.

After the class sat down, Lockhart cleared his throat and quieted everyone down. He reached up and picked up Neville Longbottom’s “Travels with Trolls” in his hand, showing a photo of his own eyes on the cover.

“I,” he pointed at his photo and squinted, “Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of Dark Force Defense League, Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award five times – but I don’t That is hanging on my mouth, I am not relying on a smile to drive out the female ghost of Wanlun!”

He waited for everyone to laugh, and a few people smiled faintly, and Malfoy looked at him with a playful smile.

He then sent a paper to everyone, and the questions mentioned above were all about his personal preferences, such as:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s favorite colour ?

2. What is Gilderoy’s Lockhart’s secret ambition ?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart’s far achievement to date? So, etc., a full three-sided paper.

“Wastful life.” Malfoy whispered. I only wrote a sentence on the test paper and began to think about my own affairs. For example, how to make Pansy fall in love with learning, or who is the inmate who took the little black book.

Ron and Harry looked a little worried. They didn’t know much about this teacher. They only knew that he was a little bit daring to show off. Looking at Hermione’s pen, they could only mention their quill, but it seems like a thousand. Heavy, mentioning and not letting go, most male compatriots are almost like this. They couldn’t help but start, and Harry even felt that he would rather do a question about potion. After all, apart from Snape, he didn’t really hate potion classes at least, and at least those answers could be found in books.

Half an hour later, Lockhart took the papers up and looked at the class’s student.

“tsk tsk – almost no one remembers my favorite lilac color. I mentioned it in “Year with the Yeti.” He commented on your papers, male students are bored, and female students are listening attentively. Suddenly Lockhart mentioned Hermione’s name and shocked her.

“.. but Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to eliminate the evil in the world, and to sell my own series of hair care – good girl! In fact, he turned over her paper,” 100 points !Hermione Miss Where is Granger?”

Hermione raised a trembling hand. “Great!” Lockhart said with a smile. “Very good! Add Gryffindor!

“Yeah.” Lockhart continued to flip the test paper down, and suddenly his brow wrinkled as if he had seen the white roll. But his brow stretched very quickly, and he laughed loudly: “Slytherin added 20 points, Mr. Draco’s answer is perfect, but this is a secret between me and him, I can’t tell What did you write about him?” Lockhart said with a smile, and blinked in the direction of the seat where Malfoy was sitting.

Hermione, who was just immersed in joy, couldn’t help but hear this familiar name. She looked at Malfoy’s direction and found that he seemed to be in a daze.

“Why can’t I always find a chance to ask him?” She thought of another thing that happened before. She asked herself this way, but she also knew that she didn’t have a chance. She didn’t dare to think about it. A lot of joy seems to have been diluted a lot.

Now, let’s get down to business.” Lockhart bent over and pulled out a large cage covered with a draper from the back of the podium and placed it on the table.

“Now – beware! My mission is to teach you the most evil things that magic circle knows! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not I will suffer any harm. I only ask you to stay calm.”

Harry involuntarily came out from behind a pile of books and wanted to take a look at the cage. Lockhart put one after another on the hood, and Neville in the first row shrank back. Pansy also moved a few steps to Malfoy’s seat.

“I have to ask you not to scream,” Lockhart said in a low voice. “That would irritate them!”

The whole class of students held their breath, except for Malfoy. Then Lockhart opened the cover.

“Not bad,” he said, acting “Pixie/house elf, Cornwall, just caught.”

A male student couldn’t help but make a sneer, and even Lockhart couldn’t think it was a horrified scream.

“Serious!” Lockhart screamed at him angrily and said, “They are also cunning little destroyers like Demon Ghost!”

Malfoy looked at the Pixie/house elf in the cage. These Pixie/house elf were iron azure, about eight inches tall, with a small pointed face, and the scorpion was very sharp and piercing, as if many budgies were quarreling. As soon as the hood was removed, they started chirp chirp twitter twitter, jumping up and down, shaking the cage, and making all sorts of weird faces to the people nearby.

“Well,” Lockhart said loudly. “Look at how you deal with them!” He opened the cage door.

This can be messed up. Pixie/house elf flies around like a rocket. Two of them caught Neville’s ears and picked him up. A few others rushed out of the window and evacuated the broken glass of the ground behind the classroom. The rest of the smashing in the classroom is more powerful than a rhinoceros that is rampant. They grabbed the ink bottles and smashed the whole class, tore the books and paper into pieces, tossed the pictures posted on the wall, smashed the waste bins into the sky, and threw the bags and textbooks out of the broken windows, and some Climb to the girl’s head and start pulling their hair.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Malfoy settled a few Pixie/house elf rushing to him, and helped Pansy to get around and watched the show.

“Come here, get them together, get them together, they are just some Pixie/house elf..” Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves and waved wand and shouted: “Peskipiksi Pesternomi!”

It’s totally ineffective, a Pixie/house elf grabs Lockhart’s wand and throws it out the window. Lockhart took a breath and got to the bottom of the podium. He was almost stunned by Neville, because the chandelier couldn’t help but fall off in the same second.

“This strength can also be our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?” Pansy asked with a suspicious look. The same expression is filled with the faces of almost all the students. They are also suspicious of the problems that the students can solve. The teachers are helpless, which makes them have to be suspicious.

“Maybe his wand is broken,” Hermione explained to him. “Like Ron.” She added and said, “You have all seen his book – think about the amazing things he did..”

Some students agreed with Hermione’s statement that the color on his face gradually dissipated, but Ron groaned: “It’s just that he said he did it.”

After a while, the students grabbed all the Pixie/house elf back into the cage, even if it was very laborious.

“It seems that your practice is very good.” I don’t know when, Lockhart got out of the table and hung up his signature smile, as if nothing had happened.

Malfoy can only cast a contemptuous look on him.

“Well, let me see, every time I grab a Pixie/house elf, I can add 5 points to their house. Please ask the students to register.” The atmosphere was a bit subtle, and Lockhart began to shift the topic. Apparently he succeeded, and almost all of the students forgot about his ugly state, scrambling to add points.

“Is this OK?” Malfoy was stunned. He had never seen such a brazen man.

After a while, the class bell finally rang, and a farce came to a close.

“What did you write on paper? I saw that you didn’t write a few words at all.” Pansy immediately asked Malfoy after she left the classroom. She was one of the few girls who were not interested in this teacher, but Can’t stop her curiosity.

“Toughing can’t be eaten.” Malfoy shrugged and said, “I just wrote on it: My mother accidentally put a large bottle of Ogden old hot whiskey in my luggage before you started school. You know, underage. People can’t drink alcohol, so I want to ask you to help me.”

“undisguised bribe?” Pansy looked at him with wide eyes.

“No, it’s just that students are just a little bit of a teacher.” Malfoy looked at Lockhart and said with sarcasm.

Lockhart’s teacher’s morality is really hard to compliment.