The little life of a platinum darling

"Harry Potter brought a big black dog to Hogwarts." In the dormitory, the three Slytherin boys chatted while doing their own things.

Feverret looked at Blaise who spoke: "How do you know? He brought a black dog. What about his original owl?"

"Just now I went to inquire about it because of his Patronus Charm before. As for the owl, I don't know, but there are so many owls in the owl house, it doesn't matter if there is more than one of him, let it itself It’s okay to fly over.”

"How could he think of raising a black dog? That's not a good symbol." Draco curled his lips in disgust.

The three boys chatted casually and closed the curtains on the bed one after another.

Feverret didn't feel sleepy at all, and this black dog confirmed his premonition that this semester would never use plots to predict future developments like before.

At the end of the corridor at the door of the Slytherin lounge in the dark, an oil painting was quietly hung on the wall, his eyes were tightly closed, and the moonlight coming in from the window illuminated his silvery golden hair hanging down, drowned his shoulders.His background is a blank brownish red, obliterating all colors in the night.

A man stood motionless in front of the painting, staring into the eyes of the person in the portrait.It's as if just looking at them can see them open.

The person in the painting maintains a half-turned posture, as if the changes outside the frame cannot affect him at all.But that didn't make the man give up.He stared at the person in the painting quietly, as if he was reluctant to look away even for a moment.

It wasn't until the morning star slowly appeared from the eastern sky unknowingly that the man turned and left before the whole castle became noisy, and his figure disappeared in the wall.The person in the painting finally opened his sky-blue eyes, and closed them tightly again in an instant, just like the closed door of his heart.

(Ahhhhhhhhhh...I'm really not a literary girl! Everyone should believe in me, really believe in me!)

The mornings at Hogwarts are always full of energy. Students pull themselves out of their comfortable beds and walk into the bathroom in a daze.Well, this doesn't cover all students, but at least most Slytherins do.

Today is the first day of school, and unfortunately, the first class of Slytherin and Gryffindor's third year is Defense Against the Dark Arts.So, they were tragically reduced to the litmus test for the attitude of the changed Prof Lockhart.

When the little snake and the little lions opened the door of the classroom, everyone was stunned.

The smell of perfume that filled the classroom and the portraits of Lockhart smiling in different poses that could cover all the walls were all gone, replaced by a scene of a sunny courtyard.

I don't know whether it's an illusion or some other kind of magic, but the entire classroom seems to be enlarged to no limit, and a garden is surrounded by a fence on the huge grassland.There are small round tables in the garden, with fragrant and steaming coffee on the tables, and each small round table has four chairs no more, no less.They seem to be chaotic, but they are placed regularly in the garden, surrounded by clusters of unknown flowers blooming, which makes people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

"Huh? Morning

Is there my class in the first period? A man came out of the hut at the end of the garden. He had golden hair and was wearing a light-colored robe that was casual and comfortable. After seeing the appearance of the students, he said with a little doubt: "I remember it seems to be afternoon, it seems that I misremembered. He looked at the surrounding scenery, and just waved his hand casually. The green grass on the grassland grew rapidly, surpassed the people's heads, and became thicker and thicker, and finally branched out, turning into towering trees. The small round tables have turned into log square tables, neatly arranged in the open space in the forest, and they are still seats for four people at a table, but they are no longer sitting in a circle, but are facing in one direction uniformly, where there is a Large open spaces.

Lockhart walked over to the open space: "What are you still standing at the door for? Come in quickly, find a place you like and sit down, I think we can start class soon."

The students walked into the classroom with some hesitation. They had never seen such a scene before, and they couldn't react for a while.Lockhart tapped the tree trunk behind the clearing: "Hey, I think you should hurry up, I don't think you would like to sit in the afternoon tea garden in the morning, but I personally think this forest is not bad, it makes people feel the air It's also refreshed, isn't it? Maybe you would like some snacks or refreshing tea? I think the hardworking house elves will be happy to serve you."

Feverret followed Draco to the middle seat in the second row, and before sitting down, he reached out and touched the table in front of him.Both the appearance and the touch of his hands told him that this was real, so the table should have been transformed by Transfiguration.As for the surrounding scenery, no matter what, such an endless appearance cannot be achieved by any space expansion technique.Maybe it was illusion, but since he came to this world until now, he has not been exposed to any magic or spells related to illusion.So, how did this liar who was described so uselessly in the original book do it?

When the students were all seated, Lockhart got up from the tree trunk he was leaning on, and smiled: "First of all, I am very happy to meet you in the new semester." He greeted everyone , and motioned for the students to respond to him.

Responses from the little snakes and little lions below were sparse, and most of them didn't know how to express their surprise, and the girls who originally admired him showed intoxicated smiles the moment the corners of his mouth curled up.

Lockhart was not annoyed by their inactive response, he tapped his wand on the black book on the desk of a boy in the front row - "The Power of Darkness: A Guide to Self-Defense". Into the boy's school bag: "I didn't ask you to bring your books from last semester this year, and I didn't ask you to bring your first grade books. In fact, I don't think it's appropriate to use books at all in my class." . because that would be useless."

Fivenret and Draco glanced at each other, put away the notebook and quill they were about to take out, and took out the wand hidden in the sleeve.

"Very well," said Lockhart, apparently noticing their move. "That's what it is, get out your wands. I think I should give Slytherin two points for your move." He said, waving The magic wand in his hand: "I know that you have learned some defensive spells before this, but I think learning is not the most important thing, what is important is knowing how to use it. So I think, I can start giving you spells in this new semester. Review the incantations you have learned. And our object today is - FiniteIncantatem (mantra stop)."

After his voice fell, the students couldn't help but began to discuss in a low voice. Finite Incantatem is actually not a very difficult spell. As long as you have learned it, you can almost certainly use it successfully. Lockhart's words made them a little dissatisfied. Such a spell would take a whole class to review, so their There is no need to learn new knowledge during the semester.

"I know that you are not satisfied with my arrangement, but I still think that by the end of this class, not many of you will meet my requirements." Lockhart said confidently, scanning with a smile on the corner of his mouth The students who were talking about it just now.

Draco frowned.This Lockhart is completely different from the original him.He said this sentence with absolute certainty and strength, not just rhetoric like last school year.

Feeling the nervousness of Draco beside him, Feverret turned her head and smiled at him comfortingly.Draco froze, turning his head to the other side.Fevinret felt that it was boring, so she also turned around.

Lockhart emphasized the usage and precautions of spells on the podium. Feverret listened to each sentence. He had all these things in mind, so he didn't need to listen to them again.He put his hands on the chair and started to wander leisurely.

I suddenly felt something strange in my hand, and a piece of warmth covered it.Feveret turned his head to look at Draco beside him, his head was still turned in another direction, but the base of his ear seemed to be a little flushed?

Well, maybe he was wrong?Fevereit snickered.

"Mr Jason?" Lockhart, who was lecturing in the open space in front of the desk, obviously noticed the small movements here, reminded him a little, and continued his speech: "You can't use too much force when moving the wand, but the speed Be as fast as possible, and at the same time, the speed of chanting must keep up with the movement of the wand. Pay attention to aiming at the target, otherwise your magic will be useless no matter how successful it is."

When it came to this, the students below laughed a little "puchi".Mantras are used on people who have been cursed, most of them are spells that target all petrification or incisor match sticks.How could such a large living person be placed there and miss the target?

"Then, now that everyone is clear," Lockhart coughed lightly and paused, "I will tell everyone my requirements for this class."

The students sitting below took out their wands one by one, eager to try.

"Then what we need to master in this lesson is how to use mantras to resist the spell that is in progress. Yes, I mean the spell that is being cast towards you."