Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Harry looked up at Professor Lockhart in surprise. Didn't expect such a windfall?

Moreover, Professor Lockhart seems to have no concept of fractions, and he is extremely generous...

That's not right, other professors seem to be like this too, they spend a lot of money and never bother to add one or two points.

It turned out to be the cauldron of the witch's charm! That's fine.

Professor Lockhart had already given two perfect marks from the students and put on another performance, boasting of himself, and he was relieved at the same time.

It would be embarrassing if none of the students got full marks. Now there are at least two full marks!

Although one of them borrowed from others, he didn't care! He doesn't care!

There were many thoughts in my mind for a moment, but the movements of Professor Lockhart's hands did not slow down.

He bent down and took out a large cage covered with cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table.

Harry could feel the breath of living things from inside, but there was no sound coming out, probably because the cage was attached with a sound-proof charm, or it might be because of the cover, but it didn't matter.

Let's get down to business, we're about to start class! Professor Lockhart said cheerfully,

Now—be careful! I will show you the most dangerous, evil, and terrifying creature in the entire wizarding world, and teach you how to resist it!...

The silk thread in front of Harry turned into a palm with the middle finger up, and was just as lazy as his master.

What can you hold in that cage?

puppet? devil? Or the Black Knight?

If these exist, then it should be considered that I didn't say it. If not, Harry only hoped that Professor Lockhart could make a draft next time he bragged.

Professor Lockhart tore off the cover of the cage, revealing the creatures held inside.

A group of Cornish elves.

Several boys laughed out loud in random order. After all, these iron-blue gadgets looked more like goblins in their garden.

And if memory serves me right, these things aren't even dark magic creatures!

Listen, I know what you're thinking! Professor Lockhart said gravely, This thing doesn't look dangerous at all, does it?

But this is wrong! According to the Ministry of Magic's 14th edition of the Supplementary Regulations of the Dangerous Animals Guide issued in 1897, the danger level of Cornwall elves has risen to XXX level!

Because they dragged several Muggles into the air and fell to their death!

The homework prepared by Professor Lockhart in advance is still useful.

Suddenly, many students below stopped laughing. Although they usually blow very hard, if they jump off the broomstick, they can't guarantee that they won't fall to their death.

And being dragged and thrown from mid-air by the Cornish elf was more painful than the former.

Come on, let me see what you guys are capable of! Professor Lockhart said loudly, and opened the cage directly.

Harry and Hermione's actions were surprisingly consistent, stuffing all the books and stationery into the schoolbag before Professor Lockhart opened the cage, and stuffing the schoolbag under the table.

Then Hermione immediately went to pull out her wand, while Harry moved her fingers quietly, admiring the destructive power of those elves.

The first time these Cornish elves rushed out, they rushed towards Professor Lockhart.

He raised his wand and said a spell, but nothing happened. The elves directly brought him down together, and threw the wand outside the door.

But the strange thing is that Professor Lockhart didn't yell, and the Cornish elves didn't attack him anymore, but rushed towards the classmates in the classroom.

All the little wizards were frantically rushing towards the door, or trying to slap those nimble Cornish elves with their books, completely forgetting that they were wizards and learned a lot of spells last term.

Harry sighed, watching the elves come back to him and Hermione, and moved his fingers.

These elves suddenly fell straight down from the mid-air like birds with broken wings.

It's so weak, this thing can also be rated as XXX? Harry complained, and the transparent spider silk spread wantonly in the classroom, binding the elves one by one.

Hermione and a few classmates who remembered that they were wizards also started to fight back with their wands, and used small curses such as freezing spells and paralysis to cooperate with Harry to catch the elves.

In less than twenty minutes, the Cornish elves were all captured.

Well done, students. Professor Lockhart did not know when he reappeared.

He smiled and waved the wand in his hand: I didn't expect that you managed to catch all the elves!

Your study results in the last school year were quite good! I can confidently and boldly submit...

Looking at the suspicious eyes of his classmates, he pointed to his clothes:

Look, I just pretended to be flustered just now, in order to test your strength.

In fact, I didn't even have dirty clothes and my hat wasn't crooked, did I?

The students looked at Professor Lockhart's blue robes that looked like new, and suddenly suddenly realized:

That's right, the Cornwall elf launched an indiscriminate attack just now. The professor must be strong enough, so the robe didn't even have a single wrinkle!

Thinking of this, many girls' doubts about the professor disappeared immediately, leaving only endless admiration.

Ahem, homework... Professor Lockhart looked at his book, Just read my book!

I believe, this is the best study! With that said, Professor Lockhart quickly slipped out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, not forgetting to take the cage with him before leaving.

Harry stared at the back of the professor who quickly disappeared, narrowing his eyes slightly.

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In the evening, after washing her hair, Halle lies in bed.

Those black hairs were flying in the tent, with black flames jumping on them, drying them quickly without damaging the luster of the hair.

Suddenly, Hermione lifted the curtain and got in with the pillow in her arms.

Harry, dry my hair too. Hermione said while holding the towel wrapped around her hair.

Just drying your hair? Harry said with a chuckle, throwing her a sideways glance.

Of course. Hermione blushed slightly, and the pillow was thrown to the corner of the tent.

Harry didn't expose her either, just sat up and helped Hermione tie the towel off her head.

A small black flame emerged from Harry's fingertips and slid against Hermione's neck, drying the messy hair.

Harry, Hermione asked suddenly, closing her eyes to enjoy,

If I remember correctly, Professor Lockhart should have been attacked by those Cornish elves right away?

That's right!

Then why is there no dust on the professor's robe at all, and no wrinkles in his clothes and hat? Hermione continued.

Harry flicked Hermione's nose lightly: I haven't separated from you today, do you think I know?

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)