HP Shavings Wizard

"That's enough! Quiet!"

Lockhart looked around irritated and then fixed his eyes on Alison.

"You! Miss, what is your name?"

Alison stood up with an innocent look on her face. Taking advantage of the fact that the new professor hadn't called out her name before, she casually stole Ron's sister's number: "Ginny Weasley!"

The audience was trying to hold back their laughter, and everyone was making funny faces at each other.

Lockhart gave a self-proclaimed charming smile: "Ms. Ginny, I believe you just made a mistake. Now, please sit down."

"..."

Ron choked up at the strange scene, and then looked at Lockhart, who seemed not very smart.

No points were deducted?

Alison blinked and sat down obediently, feeling a little regretful. She watched Lockhart smile again, ignoring what had just happened, continuing to flip through the papers, and loudly praising Hermione for having all the correct answers.

"…Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and sell my own line of hair toner – good girl! One hundred points! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione, who was sitting in the front, blushed, straightened up proudly, raised her arms, and Lockhart gave Gryffindor ten points.

Alison tilted her head to look at Harry and Ron, and whispered, "It seems like this idiot can easily gain house points - why don't you try to shamelessly praise him after class and get more house points."

And this kind of operation?

Looking at the confused expressions of the little wizards, Alison continued to encourage them, ready to watch the show.

"This is a hero who sacrificed himself for the entire academy! Fifty points is equivalent to a night out, and two hundred points is equivalent to a Quidditch victory - think about the points you lost last semester! Score more points to have the confidence! Otherwise, you will be hated by your classmates when you lose points."

"To fight for five or ten points is shameful, but to fight for five hundred or one thousand points is heroic!"

Harry and Ron were still struggling with the choice between saving face and getting points for the house. A hint of excitement flashed across their faces, but they hadn't expressed it clearly yet.

Hermione in front heard it and turned her head seriously.

Before this Lockhart fangirl was about to start accusing him, Alison interrupted the spell and used a book to drag her into the water: "The professor has authority over the restricted area. We can get a few more blank signature slips from him. We can use them throughout the school year!"

!!!

The little wizard with fluffy brown hair's eyes lit up instantly.

The tool man at the front was still chattering away, saying the most horrible and evil exaggerated descriptions. He bent down and pulled out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said, lowering his voice in a mysterious tone. "It will irritate them!"

Everyone barely managed to muster some interest and looked over with bated breath. Neville in the first row was even intimidated and shrank back, wondering if this narcissist really had any ability.

Lockhart pulled back the drape, revealing a group of Cornish pixies in a cage.

They were dark blue in color, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces, and high-pitched, piercing voices, like a bunch of budgies quarreling.

As soon as the cover was removed, these naughty elves began to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage bars, and make all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.

The magic classification level of the elf is 3X.

Of course, if you're Lockhart, it's 7X.

The foreshadowing was so exaggerated, but in the end, this was all that happened. Most of the young wizards were speechless. Seamus Finnigan couldn't help but laugh, which made Lockhart angry.

"They may also be little saboteurs as cunning as the devil!" Professor Straight said loudly on the podium, opening the cage door. "Well! Let's see how you deal with them!"

The elves scattered and flew around the classroom like rockets, ready to attack the ears, ink bottles and books of the little wizards.

Some students in the class were scared silly, while others cleverly hid under the tables.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Alison had a cold expression and started by casting the Unforgivable Curse. A red light from the Cruciatus Curse accurately hit the elf who had just grabbed Neville's ear.

A red light passed over Neville's face. Neville, who had been screaming, stopped and fell to the ground. His legs went limp and his eyes opened wide, filled with stunned fear.

The elf that was hit let out a shrill scream, fell to the ground, and curled up into a ball, twitching in pain and swaying from side to side.

However, I don’t know whether I should say that it was fortunate that the elf died of pain not long after being tortured, and achieved the most rare peace in its life. Green cross marks appeared on the bodies of several elves around it.

!!!

My classmates are scarier than Cornish pixies.

The little animals screamed one after another, and the timid ones even cried in fear.

Alison looked at the useless reactions of the little snakes and lions and started to curse. She raised her hand and several silent red lights accurately hit the fleeing elves.

"What a bunch of rubbish! You can still be bullied by something like this! You don't even know any magic?! Fight them!"

Everyone then woke up as if from a dream, and tried hard to recall the few spells they had learned in the first grade. They waved their wands to cast spells and attack the elves.

To be honest, the effect is not very good.

The elves are too small and too agile, which causes them to often hurt their companions by mistake.

But fortunately, the second grade had just started, and they didn’t know any high-damage spells. At most, they could petrify or freeze their companions for a moment, which was a bit embarrassing.

In short, there was a lot of confusion and the classroom was in chaos.

The best performances were Hermione, who used the Freezing Curse, and Harry, who saw that Alison had let go and started using the Imperius Curse.

Perhaps the extra reading and the adventures of the previous school year did help, as these two had worked hard at practicing offensive spells.

The little wizards who could fight back, and Alison, the devil who killed one person at a time, who was standing in the back and sweeping the enemy line, did make the group of goblins converge a little, and they turned their attention to Lockhart on the podium in front.

The pale straw professor rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand, and yelled his own magic spell: "Pesky Pixie Pestenomi!"

"..."

Nothing happened.

Instead, the cunning elves saw that the adult wizard who bought them was a coward.

An elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window as well.

Lockhart took a breath and crawled under the podium, but was lifted up by the ears by the relentless elves.

Amid the whole class laughing, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Help!"

After the straw professor's golden head knocked over the podium, the powerful elf carried him gradually towards the chandelier of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Seeing that all the elves were covered with green curse marks, Alison directly used the killing curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dangerous green light from the tip of the wand shone out, connecting all the elves like a soul-binding chain, covering the classroom in a green sea.

The little wizards stood there in a daze, not daring to move, watching the green magic passing by them.

Lockhart fell heavily, collapsing on the ground like a dead dog, while the elves all fell to the ground with a clatter, motionless.

There was dead silence, except for the heavy breathing of the crowd and the terrified looks they gave Miss Grindelwald.

Alison looked up happily at the intact and exquisite chandelier, and the large skeleton of a Hebridean black dragon next to it. The only sound in the classroom was her faint voice.

"We finally saved the specimen - you know, she's old enough to be your grandmother, but she can't sustain this level of activity..."

Lockhart stood up tremblingly, his face pale and his voice weak: "You, you actually..."

As if she was startled by the straw professor's voice, Alison lowered her eyes, smiled, and interrupted him nonchalantly, her tone smilingly.

"Professor Lockhart, you saw how I dealt with them - what do you think?"

Lockhart now wanted to slap himself for speaking without thinking clearly. He swallowed and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Very good, very good, Miss Ginny..."

"...!"

Ron choked again.

Alison raised an eyebrow and glanced at the class, "Why aren't you smiling? Is it not exciting enough?"

The little animals reacted and clapped their hands vigorously, with stiff smiles on their faces: "Excellent! It's wonderful!"