Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 77 Clean and tidy?

Harry looked up at Professor Lockhart in surprise. Didn't expect such an unexpected gain?

Moreover, Professor Lockhart seems to have no idea about fractions and is extremely generous with his actions...

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

Turns out it’s the witch’s charm that’s to blame! That's okay.

Professor Lockhart had already performed another performance by getting two students to give perfect scores, boasting about himself, and at the same time he was relieved.

It would be quite embarrassing if no student could get full marks. Now there are at least two perfect scores!

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

There were so many thoughts in his 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 a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

Harry felt the breath of living creatures from inside, but there was no sound coming out. It was probably because the cage had a soundproofing spell, or maybe it was the cover, but it didn't matter.

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

"Now - be careful! I will take you to see the most dangerous, evil, and terrifying creature in the entire magical world, and teach you to resist it!..."

The silk thread in front of Harry changed into the shape of a palm with the middle finger raised, and it was as lazy as its owner.

What can be put in that cage?

puppet? devil? Or the Black Knight?

If these exist, then pretend that you didn’t say anything. If not, Harry just hoped that Professor Lockhart could make a draft the next time he boasted.

Professor Lockhart pulled the cover off the cage, revealing the creature contained within.

A bunch of Cornish elves.

Several boys laughed out loud in no particular order. After all, these iron-green gadgets looked more like the gnomes in their garden.

And if I remember correctly, these things are not even dark magical creatures!

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

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

Because they dragged several Muggles into the air and threw them to death! "

The lessons Professor Lockhart prepared in advance are still useful.

Suddenly, many students below stopped laughing. Although they usually blow very well, if they jump from a broomstick, they can't guarantee that they won't fall to death.

Being dragged out of the air and thrown down by the Cornish elf was even more painful than the former.

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

Harry and Hermione moved in surprisingly unison. Before Professor Lockhart opened the cage, they stuffed all the books and stationery into their schoolbags and stuffed the schoolbags under the table.

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

As soon as these Cornish elves rushed out, they rushed towards Professor Lockhart.

He raised his wand and recited a spell, but nothing happened. The elves worked together to knock him down, and the wand was thrown outside the door.

But the strange thing is that Professor Lockhart did not yell, and the Cornish elves did not attack him again, but rushed towards the classmates in the classroom.

All the little wizards rushed towards the door frantically, or tried to slap the nimble Cornish elves with their books, completely forgetting that they were wizards and had learned a lot of spells last semester.

Harry sighed and watched several elves rushing towards him and Hermione with a movement of his fingers.

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

"It's so weak. Can this thing be rated XXX?" Harley complained, and the transparent spider silk spread wantonly in the classroom, tying up the elves one by one.

Hermione and several classmates who remembered that they were wizards also began to fight back with wands, and used small evil spells such as freezing spells and paralysis to cooperate with Harry to catch the elf.

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

"Well done, students." Professor Lockhart reappeared at some point.

He smiled and waved the wand in his hand: "I didn't expect that you actually succeeded in catching all the elves!

Your learning results in the last school year were quite good! I can hand it over with confidence..."

Looking at the doubtful looks of his classmates, he pointed at his clothes:

"Look, I just pretended to be panicked just now to test your strength.

In fact, my clothes are not dirty and my hat is not crooked, right? "

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

Yes, the Cornish elf just launched an indiscriminate attack. The professor must be strong enough, so there is not even a wrinkle in the robe!

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

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

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

Harry stared at the professor's quickly disappearing back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

……

At night, after washing her hair, Halle lay on the bed.

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

Suddenly, Hermione opened the curtain and got in holding a pillow.

"Harry, let me dry my hair too." Hermione said, holding the towel wrapped around her hair.

"Just drying your hair?" Harley glanced at her and said with a chuckle.

"Of course." Hermione's face turned slightly red, and the pillow was thrown to the corner of the tent.

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

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

"Harry," Hermione was enjoying herself with her eyes closed when she suddenly asked,

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

"That's right!"

"Then why is there no dust on the professor's robes, and no wrinkles on his clothes and hat?" Hermione continued.

Harry flicked Hermione's nose: "I didn't separate from you today, do you think I know?"

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)