Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

In this not-so-peaceful environment, time has come to December, and Christmas is finally coming.

Both teachers and students breathed a sigh of relief.

Many students couldn't wait to sign the school leaving list. After all, they all felt that the school was really unsafe.

As far as Harry knew, most of the Gryffindors had chosen to leave, and the rest of the houses were similar.

Hermione originally wanted to invite Harry to her home for this Christmas, and she was very worried about Harry's safety.

And the Grangers also welcomed Harry as a guest. After listening to Hermione's story about Harry's experience, they all felt extremely sympathetic to Harry.

But Harry didn't want to leave school on Christmas, so Hermione could only give up and decided to stay with Harry.

And the professors are also happy to have a leisurely vacation.

I'm relieved to think that Christmas is two weeks away and most of the students are going home and there's nothing going on during that time.

In the professor's common room, Professor McGonagall held a cup of wolfberry tea, took a sip, and said to other teachers with a satisfied face.

Professor Flitwick nodded his head in agreement, and secretly concealed his dark circles with magic.

But the professors soon discovered that they were too happy. They don't seem to have as much free time as they think.

Because Professor Lockhart successfully applied for a new performance opportunity for himself after grinding Professor Dumbledore for three full weeks——

He finally applied for his own club and decided to live all the time before Christmas.

Professors were known to have their own little clubs, such as Professor Snape's Potions Club and Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club.

Of course, the professors generally select suitable students from the third grade students to join. After all, by that time, the basic knowledge of each subject is basically finished.

And students who choose to join the club will not be completely incomprehensible after joining the club, resulting in being unable to keep up with the class.

The professors don't repeat the basics of the first and second grades in the club.

Of course, Professor Snape wanted to invite Harry in his first year, but he gave up this request considering that one-on-one lessons seemed to be more effective.

He just adjusted the club's time silently. The Potions Club, which was held two or three times a week, was only left on Saturday night.

Lockhart had always wanted to join the professors' club when he was in school, but none of the professors wanted to invite him.

Although his grades are really good, he can get full marks in almost every written test, with a maximum deduction of one point, the evaluation is still O, and he can pass the practical operation.

(As an aside, although the ratings are based on O, P, and A, in the first part Hermione said that she scored 127 points for the spell.

Therefore, the author guesses that a certain score range corresponds to a scoring standard, such as 150 to 120 is O, so I can’t guess more details. )

But Lockhart's exaggerated performance made the professors stay away from him, for fear that he would turn his club into a Lockhart worship club.

But now that Professor Lockhart has the opportunity, he naturally wants to fulfill his original dream.

Although I can't join the club anymore, it's not bad to form a club by myself.

And in order to show his reputation, Professor Lockhart chose to post a notice directly on the school's bulletin board, all students can come to join the dueling club.

In order to surprise the students, he deliberately concealed his name.

When the students find out that I run this club, they will definitely admire me more and more.

The previous night, Professor Lockhart had a nail in his mouth and a hammer in his hand.

But even nails couldn't stop him, so he was still chatting vaguely with Filch.

While Filch was holding a stack of parchments aside, seeing Professor Lockhart not using magic in order to take care of his emotions, he was very moved, so he nodded repeatedly.

But other professors don't think so.

After hearing the news from Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal, hardly fell asleep all night.

After all, the deans think that they are relatively clear about Professor Lockhart's actual level.

During this period of time, Hogwarts was not very peaceful, and the little wizards were about to start a real fire.

Now that Lockhart has a dueling club, isn't that purely fueling the fire?

As a rookie, can he manage the students?

So after dinner the next day, the students who saw the news gathered in the auditorium, and everyone was enthusiastic.

On the one hand, it is for the sake of their own safety, and on the other hand, it is also because during the melee during this period, many students discovered that fists are even more useful than magic wands!

But how can this work? How can a wizard use his fists? So everyone wants to learn a little systematic and magical way of dueling.

But it was the complete opposite at the teacher's seat. The three deans, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, were not looking good and did not choose to leave.

Professor Sprout has not come to the auditorium for a long time to take care of the mandrake.

Although she also knew that Professor Lockhart had messed up again, she was helpless.

As for the other deans, they were forced to stay for the safety of the students.

Professor Lockhart moved quickly, and had created a gilded stage in the auditorium.

After all, house elves are very easy to handle.

Over the stage floated hundreds of candles, brightly illuminating the ceiling.

Harry looked at the sky, a little curious. Is Professor Lockhart really not afraid of being poured with candle oil on his neatly groomed hair during the battle?

The auditorium was full of people, almost all the students from the school came.

The notice on the bulletin board did not mention which professor formed the club, and many students thought of Professor Flitwick as a dueling champion when he was young.

So everyone is full of anticipation, hoping to learn more things.

However, after seeing the gilded stage, the senior students all showed painful expressions.

They'd probably figured out who was hosting the club, a spectacle that only a flamboyant Professor Lockhart would pull off.

It's over, why him? Harley heard a fifth grade senior sister say in pain,

He hasn't taught me anything this year, and I feel like I'm about to get a T in my O.W.Ls in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It's a waste of my review time for such a professor with no skills to hold a duel club!

Is Professor Lockhart here to teach us? Hermione also heard what the senior said, and then she looked disappointed.

No, at least the deans have not left, they can still teach some useful knowledge. Harry pointed to the teacher's seat, comforting Hermione.

Huh, that's okay. Hermione patted her chest and let out a long breath.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu and Bai Linglingling for their rewards!)