[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Lockhart was reluctant to let go of Harry until he entered the classroom.

Harry quickly slipped to the last row and sat down, stacking all seven travel books in one go to avoid seeing the real person.

Ron walked towards Harry, Hermione hesitated and sat in the front row with Tom.

"I want to study hard." She said seriously, but her red face betrayed her thoughts.

After the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to signal everyone to stay quiet, then reached for Neville's "Walking with Trolls" and held it up in his hand, showing the photo of himself on the cover.

"I," he pointed to his photo and said with a little pride that was not offensive at all, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the League Against Dark Arts, five-time "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award - But I never talk about that, I don't rely on my smile to get rid of Wan Lun's female ghosts!"

He paused and waited for everyone to laugh. But only a few smiled faintly. More students are seriously admiring his appearance.

"I see that you have all bought my complete set of works - very good." He continued talking nonchalantly, with a smile on his face that seemed to have lasted for half an eternity, "I think we will do a little test today. Don't be afraid - just see how well you read and how much you understand..."

At this moment, the smiles on all the students' faces disappeared except for him.

Then the smile on his face shone even brighter.

After handing out the papers, he returned to the podium and said: "How about giving you thirty minutes? Now - start!"

Tom glanced at the paper and found that it was full of boring questions: "Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color, Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite shampoo..."

The entire three pages were devoted to examining the understanding of Gilderoy Lockhart.

WTF?

Is this just an appearance? In fact, the real test questions were hidden? The professor should comprehensively test their observation skills, spell mastery and question-answering abilities?

Tom took out his wand, tapped the test paper lightly, and said, "Show your secret!"

Nothing happened.

Tom tried several more revealing spells, but the test paper didn't change at all, and there were no hidden test questions as he imagined.

"Smart boy, isn't he?" Lockhart stood silently in front of him, watching him tossing with interest.

"You think too much." He leaned down and whispered to Tom, winking playfully, "This paper is just to test your understanding of me and see if you have studied carefully."

Lockhart said it with a smile, but Tom was very close to him, so Tom always felt that there was something else under the thin mask of smile, watching him coldly...

But if you look carefully, it's clear that there's nothing there.

Out of caution, Tom wrote nothing and handed in a blank paper.

"Ah, naughty little fellow." Lockhart gave him an annoyed look.

"Let me see how many people haven't read my book seriously -" he flipped through the papers in front of the whole class, "Tsk, tsk, almost no one remembers that lilac is my favorite color. I wrote it in "With Tibet" It was mentioned in "The Snowman's Year Together".

"A few students should read "Weekend with the Werewolf" carefully - I made it clear in Chapter 12 of the book that my ideal birthday gift is for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony - —but I wouldn’t turn down a large bottle of Ogden Aged Firewhiskey!”

As he spoke, he smiled cheerfully with his shining white teeth, winked mischievously at every student, and showed off his charm without hesitation.

Seamus and Dean gritted their teeth and laughed until they were shaking. Neville looked at the paper in Lockhart's hand uneasily, fearing that he would fail. Hermione, on the other hand, listened so intently that she started when Lockhart mentioned her.

"...but Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and to sell my own line of shampoo - good girl! In fact -" He turned over and admired Hermione's paper, " One hundred percent! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?" 7K妏婩

Hermione's raised hand was shaking with excitement.

"Excellent!" Lockhart said with a smile, glancing at Tom beside her intentionally or unintentionally, "Ten points for Gryffindor!"

Tom secretly pulled Hermione and asked her worriedly: "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

He still felt that something was wrong with the professor, and the test paper was also strange. He was worried about what symptoms Hermione would have if she answered all the questions correctly.

"Great!" Hermione didn't even look at him, she kept following Lockhart's every move with her eyes excitedly, "It's never been so good!"

"He is the best professor I have ever seen!" she said decisively.

Tom:? ? ?

"Back to business." Lockhart happily took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium.

"Now - be careful!" he said mysteriously in the tone of telling a horror story. "My mission is to teach you to resist the most evil things known to the wizarding world! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. Things...but remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed."

The most evil? The scariest?

Tom unconsciously tightened his grip on the wand and made a gesture of resistance.

Lockhart raised his chest and looked around the entire classroom as if he didn't see anything. He said seriously: "And I just ask you to keep quiet."

He lowered his voice and emphasized again: "I must ask you not to scream. That will - anger them!"

He suddenly lifted the cover like a magician unraveling a mystery——

"Cornish elves!" he sang in a theatrical drawl.

Seamus burst out laughing.

"What?" Lockhart looked at Seamus calmly and smiled.

"Well... they're not - they're not very - dangerous, are they?" Seamus laughed until he was breathless.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart shook his finger at him angrily - Tom seemed to see a mocking expression on Lockhart's face for a moment, "They could also be little saboteurs as cunning as the devil! "

Those so-called elves with livid skin were jumping up and down in the cage, chirping sharply in agreement.

strangeness.

Tom glanced at the hood that Lockhart had tossed aside. There was no movement at all when the cover was on just now... These elves don't seem to be such a docile breed.

"Okay," Lockhart raised his voice amidst the disapproving laughter of the students, "Let's see how you deal with them!"

He opened the cage door.

What happened next was like a nightmare. Those elves were indeed devil-like destructors, wreaking havoc in the classroom, tearing down paintings, tearing up textbooks, and throwing ink bottles... Neville even cried and was picked up by his ears, and Tom had to cast a fire spell. He whipped the elves away as frantically as a whip, and then saved Neville and several of their textbooks.

"Go away!" He waved the fire whip threateningly with one hand, and threw a magic ball at the ink bottle with the other hand. It exploded with flying glass shards and violently splashed magic power, causing several people around him to explode. The elf screamed and reluctantly walked around him.

A few minutes later, half of the class hid under the table, and the other half hid behind the simple shield that Tom used the desk to turn into, either constantly replenishing the temporary shield with magic power, or taking the time to pull away the approaching children. The elves are knocked away - it doesn't matter if the magic effect is weak, it is much easier to remove the table legs and perform physical strikes.

Lockhart is still encouraging those students who are hiding to come out and fight.

"Don't be afraid! Come out and let's drive them away together. They are just some elves..." Lockhart rolled up his sleeves in a demonstrative manner, waved his wand and shouted: "Peschipixi Pesternomi!"

Tom didn't understand what spell he was shouting, but he could see it clearly - no light of any color was emitted from the head of the wand, only an elf grabbed his wand with a grin and pulled it hard. , threw it out the window.

"Yeah!" Lockhart gasped, shouted dramatically, then quickly lowered his head and got into the podium table.

The bell rang very promptly.

Everyone rushed out the door with their heads down. In the relative silence that followed, Lockhart straightened up, with a delicate smile on his face again, and faced Tom and Hermione who were staying in the classroom to cast spells to restore the desks, and Harry and Harry who had not had time to run away. Well, he said: "It's no coincidence! It happened to be hard for you to catch the rest and put them back in the cage."

He smiled white teeth at each of them, then stepped out of the classroom and closed the door thoughtfully.

"This is - what - Professor!" Harry said through gritted teeth, roughly grabbing an elf that was trying to bite his ear and throwing it into the cage.

"He just wants to give us some opportunities to practice." Hermione defended the handsome Professor Lockhart, "Think about how many amazing deeds he has done in the book -"

"Only he said he did it," Ron muttered dissatisfiedly.

Tom stood by the window and looked out.

"I remember that at first some of them broke the glass and flew out." He carefully touched the edge of the blown hole in the glass window.

"Don't say you plan to catch those too," Ron said angrily.

"No, I was thinking," said Tom, "that there's nothing going on out there, is there?"

"A few destructive elves escaped from the classroom without making any noise." He observed the outside carefully and said, "There were no frightened students, and there was no angry Filch...don't you think it's strange? ?"

"If you ask me, the strangest thing is this professor." Ron said angrily, "Why did the school choose such a idiot to teach us?"

Then he ran away as Hermione screamed "Nonsense!"