The Admiral of Hogwarts

Lockhart, standing at the front of the classroom, naturally couldn't know that Hugo was pondering how miserably he would leave Hogwarts this year.

So, he very excitedly picked up "Voyages with Vampires," which was placed on the desk of a girl in the front row, and held it up, displaying the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he pointed to his own photo, also blinking as he spoke, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award—but I don't harp on about that, I didn't get rid of the Banshee of Bandon by smiling!"

He waited for everyone to cheer or laugh, but it was clear that even the students who were infatuated with him knew that this was a classroom, and it was class time.

So, apart from a few fans in the front row giggling softly, the situation in the entire classroom was noticeably awkward.

"Alright, I see that many of you have voluntarily bought my books. So, I think we can do a simple little test now."

After looking at everyone's attitude and the fact that his books had a popularity rate of less than 1/5 in the classroom, Lockhart quickly frowned, and then distributed a stack of papers to the desks in front of everyone.

The Ravenclaws and Slytherins present were all shocked when they received the papers, because the questions on them were like this:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

And so on, a full three pages, with the last question being: 54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What is his ideal birthday gift?

While directly extracting the corresponding knowledge from the Admiral network to fill in the blanks, Hugo deeply sympathized with the upperclassmen who would be taking the OWLs and NEWT exams this year.

If their self-study abilities weren't particularly good, their Defense Against the Dark Arts grades this year might be extremely bad.

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the test papers, flipping through them in front of the whole class.

"Tsk tsk—almost no one remembers that my favorite color is lilac. I mentioned it in 'Year with the Yeti'. Also, I suggest you all read 'Weekend with a Werewolf'—I clearly stated in Chapter 12 that my ideal birthday gift is harmony between all magical and non-magical people—but I wouldn't refuse a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky!"

Speaking of this, Lockhart winked playfully at them again.

However, the vast majority of Slytherin and Ravenclaw students present looked at him with expressionless faces.

Among them were many young wizards sitting in the front row of the classroom who had previously bought his complete works.

"Well written, Mr. Granger! You actually remembered that my secret ambition is to eliminate evil in the world and sell my own line of hair care products—" Lockhart said somewhat excitedly:

"I think this paper deserves 100 points… so I'm now going to add five points to Ravenclaw!"

"How did you do that?" Hermione, who was sitting at the same desk as Hugo, poked his arm and asked as Professor Lockhart walked back to the podium.

"I can't believe you could remember so many of his self-aggrandizing words. I almost threw up when I saw those parts."

"You'll find some extra knowledge when you endure the urge to vomit while reading those words," Hugo shrugged and said, "For example, when he wrote about his ideal birthday gift, he mixed in some comments about Wolfsbane Potion, which contained valuable descriptions of a werewolf's state after drinking Wolfsbane Potion."

Perhaps because this was the first class after arriving at school, Lockhart didn't bring Cornish pixies here to demonstrate for everyone.

Instead, he used his own novels as a template to talk about the knowledge of facing banshees.

Although from Hugo's point of view, he was just selecting a part from the book and reading it out, it was enough for the second-year students in the classroom to have a relatively rough understanding of banshees, these evil magical creatures.

After safely spending the first class of the semester, Hugo and the Gryffindor students took a Transfiguration class together.

In this class, Professor McGonagall didn't teach any new content, but instead gave a review class to review the content of the previous semester, asking everyone to turn beetles into buttons.

Hugo was the first to successfully turn the beetle into an engraved silver button, and therefore earned five points from Professor McGonagall.

But the situation of others was a bit bad.

For example, most of the Gryffindor students turned out buttons with wings or six legs, and there were even people like Harry or Ron who only let the beetles exercise.

This naturally made Professor McGonagall a little unhappy, especially when almost all of the Ravenclaw students had completed the transformation before the end of class.

So, after the end-of-class bell rang, Professor McGonagall asked those students who had failed to complete the transformation to write a two-foot-long essay on beetle transformation and hand it in next class.

This led to the fact that even sitting at the Ravenclaw table during lunch, you could hear the complaints coming from the Gryffindor long table.

After all, having to write a two-foot-long essay at the beginning of the semester meant that the idea of wanting to rest was completely shattered for many people.

"What class do we have this afternoon?" After drinking a mouthful of cream soup stewed with mushrooms and bacon, Hugo turned his head and asked Veneto, who was sitting next to him.

"You clearly have a timetable yourself," Veneto complained, then took out the folded timetable from his pocket and glanced at it.

"This afternoon we have a Herbology class, again with the Slytherins. Then the last class is free, allowing us to arrange our own affairs."

When mentioning having class with the Slytherins, Veneto revealed an unhappy expression.

Although the relationship between Ravenclaw and Slytherin wasn't as bad as the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin, there were even some cross-house friends.

But for students like Hugo and them who came from non-wizarding families, taking classes with the Slytherins was always a not very comfortable thing.

When it came to the afternoon, everyone went to the greenhouse together.

After a year of learning last year, Professor Sprout finally allowed them to enter Greenhouse Three.

Unlike Greenhouse One where they studied last year, the plants in Greenhouse Three were more interesting and more dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door.

A damp smell of soil and fertilizer wafted over them, mixed with some very pleasant plant scents.

Soon, everyone discovered that this fragrance came from several small trees planted in flowerpots in the corner of the greenhouse, with feathery leaves and barrel-shaped trunks.

"Gentlemen, ladies, stay away from the Dormitory Fern until you're properly protected!" Seeing several students wanting to get closer to smell the fragrance of these small trees, Professor Sprout immediately said loudly.

"The plants in this greenhouse are more dangerous than the plants you encountered last year, so you should try to stay vigilant during class."