Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

When the Defense Against the Dark Arts class started, Lockhart cleared his throat at the front to quiet everyone down. He picked up Neville's copy of "Walking with Trolls" and showed his white teeth.

He looked at the photo of himself on the cover of the book, blinked, and said to the class:

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin [-]rd Class, Honorary Member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, but I never talk about that because I'm not You can drive away all the female ghosts with your smile!"

In fact, Albert seriously suspected that Lockhart had already memorized this routine and recited it every time he introduced himself. Moreover, the most he mentioned was "Won the most charming smile in Wizarding Weekly five times." prize".

Several of the little girls in the classroom were his fans. They stared at Lockhart's handsome face and smiled lightly. Albert was glad that Hermione was not among them.

"I see that everyone has bought my complete set of books, which is good. Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will start with a small test. Don't worry, they are all free-mark questions. As long as you read my book carefully, Very simple……"

After he finished handing out the papers, he returned to the podium and said, "I'll give you three 10 minutes, start now!"

Hermione stared at the paper, which was full of personal questions about Lockhart:

"1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?"

"2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret revenge?"

……

Hermione whispered: "What does he think of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, his fan meeting? This is a class, not his personal performance show!"

Today is different from the past. Hermione is not a big fan of Lockhart, and seeing these questions makes her head ache.

The three ten minutes were extremely long, and Albert didn't touch a single word. He opened Professor McGonagall's notebook. The last few pages recorded some content about Animagus. Albert wanted to know something about it in advance. .

Lockhart collected the papers on time and read them in front of the whole class.

"Gee - almost no one remembers that lilac is my favorite color. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman".

Some students want to read "Wandering with Werewolves" carefully. In Chapter 12 of the book, I clearly stated that my ideal birthday gift is for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony.But I wouldn’t say no to a big bottle of Ogden Aged Firewhiskey either! "

Except for a few loyal fans of Lockhart, the whole class looked at Lockhart with suspicion. Students have a feeling about how the course is going.

Just like your feet can feel whether your shoes fit well or not, Hogwarts has very strong teachers who can become professors, and the teachers who teach students are all top talents in their subjects.

Normally, everyone wouldn't be able to tell because the teachers in each subject are of similar skill, but when it comes to Lockhart, the difference is immediately apparent.

Albert suddenly heard his name from Lockhart.

"But Mr. Albert Klein didn't write a single question, and you didn't even have your name on the test paper. If I hadn't checked the list carefully...

You bad boy, I guessed your thoughts right away. You must be jealous of my fame, right?Or my biggest admirer.

You want to win my attention in this way, right? Well, I have to say, you succeeded, okay, bad boy, but I still have to warn you, don't do this in the future. "

Albert was quietly looking at Professor McGonagall's notes when he suddenly heard such words. He didn't even expect it. He was just disgusted by such a test, and so many things could be interpreted.

Lockhart must have done too much Chinese reading comprehension in his previous life, and the illusory fame in this life has inflated him. He may think that the young wizards now are all his fans, and he can sell books as long as he doesn't provoke them. Albert, Albert plans to endure it for one semester.

However, this situation now...

Lockhart bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now - beware! It is my job to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most horrific things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not No harm will come to you. All I ask is that you remain calm."

The cage under the cover kept shaking, and the things inside were obviously extremely unstable. Confused by Lockhart's words, the whole class gasped, thinking that after a farcical test, Lockhart You have to show some real skills.

Several little girls raised their heads proudly. They must be thinking: Look, this is the handsome and powerful Professor Lockhart.

Everyone held their breath as Lockhart lifted the cover to reveal what was inside.

"Yes, a Cornish elf just caught." Lockhart announced loudly, his voice sounded a little funny, maybe even he didn't think these things were dangerous enough.

Seamus below sneered, "That's it? These can be considered the most evil things in the magic world, some naughty elves?"

This sentence is undoubtedly the greatest irony for Lockhart, because Seamus told the truth.

Lockhart was quite annoyed and shook his head, "Don't be so sure. These Cornish elves are little destroyers like the devil."

These little elves were at most the size of an adult's hand, covered in iron-green color, chirping and jumping around, making faces at the students.

"Come and see what you will do with these little fellows," Lockhart announced loudly, and he opened the cage door.

Freed from their restraints, the elves filed out and acted recklessly in the classroom. They pushed the new books of the classmates in the front row to the ground, tore them into pieces, and drew an impromptu splash-ink masterpiece on top of the ink.

The two elves grabbed Neville's ears and lifted him up. Neville slapped him desperately, and it took a lot of effort to drive the two elves away, but when he fell from the air, the wooden desk fell. What a disaster, he sat down on his butt.

Some Cornish elves scattered broken glass on the floor at the back of the classroom and tore off the portrait of Lockhart from the wall. The characters inside were panicking for help.

"Come on, children, round them all up. They are just elves. You just need to be able to deal with them." Lockhart shouted.

He rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand and shouted: "Peschipixipestenomi!"

But it was completely ineffective. An elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window. Lockhart was stunned for a second, then took a breath and showed a frightened look, just like the portrait, and got into the table of the podium. under.

Albert stunned an elf who disturbed him from reading his notes, and Hermione used a freezing spell to freeze the two troublemakers.

When the bell rang, everyone ran out of the classroom desperately, as if a giant monster was chasing them.

Lockhart straightened up in embarrassment, and his face lost the original look. When he saw the four Alberts still in the classroom, he immediately shouted:

"I will give you a task now, which is to catch these little elves back in the cage." After saying this, he wanted to run away without waiting for a few people to answer.

But how could Albert be "all petrified" as he wished?

Just before closing the door, Albert looked back at Lockhart, who was frozen, and smiled at him.

"Professor, I remember you mentioned in the book that you can cast spells without a wand and silently. I believe you can do it. It won't be a problem to break my spell now, right?"