The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Lockhart is here, are you still hanging around here?" Draco looked up at Lockhart who had already appeared on the podium, glanced at Hermione and dismissed him.

"You don't need to tell me." Hermione rolled her eyes and returned to Gryffindor.

Lockhart put a stack of test papers in order, took out a roll call list, called the names, and then smiled at everyone.

But when he looked at Thorne and Draco, he looked a little strange.

"Mr. Black and Mr. Malfoy, why didn't you two bring textbooks?" Lockhart asked.

"What textbooks? I saw that the books you asked us to bring on your notice were all novels. I thought you were going to have a reading class for us. Look, we brought novels, written by the famous novelist Winsty."

Thorne and Draco raised the novels in their hands and showed them to Lockhart.

"Uh... forget it. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class focuses on practice. What's in the books is all imaginary. What we get by waving our wands is real." Lockhart looked at the two troublemakers, one named Black and the other named Malfoy, and didn't intend to offend them.

After all, the latter was powerful, and he was just a small writer, and the former was a complete lunatic. What if he walked on the street in the middle of the night one day...hiss-the next day's Daily Prophet was that the famous writer in the magic world, Gilderoy Lockhart, committed suicide by being hit by more than ten killing curses on his back.

Thinking of this, he decided to skip this topic, walked down the podium and distributed the stack of test papers in his hand.

"This is fucking..." Thorne took the test paper and cursed subconsciously.

"What's wrong? Fuck!" Draco looked at Thorne in surprise until he took a look at the test paper himself.

"Everyone, do it. Let me say first, I am definitely not stingy with extra points." Lockhart said proudly on the podium.

"Write?" Draco asked quietly.

"Why not?" Thorne answered.

"Do you know how to do this?"

"Well... I can... draw a turtle."

"......... I'll draw a snail."

......................

Until half an hour later, Lockhart collected all the test papers and began to comment on them one by one.

I don't know what happened to Hermione, but she turned into a star chaser and became the only one in the class to get 100 points. She received 10 points from Lockhart and the contempt of nearly half of the classroom.

...... Including Thorne, star chasing is their own business. He never meddles in other people's business, but chasing such a thing............ He would rather be the head of the family with Xigua Tiaozi, elbow each other with Lao Da, play basketball with Gege, and fill an egg for Agiao. At least they are really alive.

And Lockhart......

It's stinky!

Lockhart kept commenting until he saw Thorne and Draco's papers, and the gears of social etiquette began to turn.

"Oh... Mr. Black's paper... this cute little turtle... is very well drawn... Slytherin gets 10 points. And Mr. Malfoy's snail... also gets 10 points... Go ahead."

In the end, Lockhart still had to bite the bullet and give Slytherin 20 points.

"Okay, students, after this quiz, we should also get some practical experience. I have to tell you in advance that these little things I brought are very dangerous." Lockhart took out a cage covered with black cloth from under the podium and put it on the podium.

"Cornish elves!" He pulled open the black cloth outside the cage, revealing a densely packed evil-looking thing like the Mallow of Mount Emei.

"So ugly..." Thorne said with a sneer.

"Hmm." Draco echoed, while Lockhart continued to brag about how he caught the elf, until he opened the cage and wanted to practice with the little wizards, and the long-brewing chaos finally broke out.

On an ordinary summer night in the countryside, if you open the door and window and turn on the light in the room, within a minute the whole room will be filled with all kinds of fluttering moths, mosquitoes, and small insects. The difference is that compared with the above three types, the lethality of the Cornish elves is more terrifying. Unlike chemical lethality, the latter is physical.

Including but not limited to the two elves who have fully learned the essence of American bullying, holding Nawei's pants and hanging him on the chandelier, snatching Lockhart's wand and throwing it out of the window, and using their sharp claws to keep OB on the edge.

"I can't stand it anymore." Another elf quickly passed by Thorne's eyes, making himHe raised his wand with a chill.

Similarly, he also noticed that Hermione from Gryffindor also raised her wand.

"What are you looking at?" Thorne raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Freezing spell." Hermione saw Thorne standing up, nodded, and silently said with her mouth, and then sat down with the mood of believing in the latter's ability.

"What did you say? Forget it." Thorne wanted to ask, but was annoyed by the Cornish elves flying in the air, so he raised his wand high.

"God's sword without shadow!"

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The little wizards in the classroom all screamed in fear, for no other reason, a rain of blood and flesh fell in the classroom.

"..... Didn't we agree to use the freezing spell?" Hermione came over and pulled Thorne's sleeve and asked.

"I didn't hear it clearly, you didn't make a sound." Thorne shrugged and said.

"Okay, Slytherin, ten points, everyone go back to your seats, we're going to have some real stuff." Lockhart came out from under the podium and said.

Everyone returned to their seats, and Draco was wiping the cowhide cover of his novel with a handkerchief.

"Ah... what a formidable talent for the young." Lockhart unconsciously led the topic to Thorne, as if this would make people forget the embarrassment he had just made.

"Really, Professor McGonagall and the others told me before that Mr. Black has a very good talent, but I think Mr. Black, your attitude towards learning is not correct. You need a real teacher to help you maximize your talent."

"You are now like guarding a huge treasure house and intoxicated with the little things in your hands. You obviously have an impressive talent, but you let this talent continue to slip away." Lockhart spoke from the podium in a rhythmic manner until he unconsciously walked to Thorne's side and was stopped by the latter.

"Hmm?" Lockhart bent down in surprise, looking at the smiling Thorne curiously.

Thorne sneered and gritted his teeth and whispered, "Mr. Lockhart..., if I hear any words about me come out of your stinking and rotten mouth again, I will show you my so-called fading talent!"