Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

Looking at the students who were getting nervous at this moment, Lockhart seemed to have a hint of pride on his lips.

"Not bad!" he said theatrically, "freshly caught Cornish elf."

A burst of uncontrollable sneers arose among the young wizards. Perhaps before this, the students really didn't understand this thing, but after Lockhart lifted the cover, the young wizards probably understood what it was. Something.

Perhaps it was because the laughter was so loud that Lockhart felt a little embarrassed. His sponsor was in front of him. Although the sarcastic question before made Lockhart a little embarrassed.

'The rich man is always mean, but he'll soon change his mind, Lockhart! '

He comforted himself in his mind, "But I have become a world-famous great person. He will cry and beg you for an autograph and a photo, Lockhart."

Rohari, who adjusted his condition in an instant, once again put on his standard business smile.

"Don't underestimate them when you go there, Cornish elves can be as cunning little destroyers as the devil!"

This group of eight-inch-sized, iron-blue elves with pointed faces and piercing sounds are like a group of budgies. They are chirping up and down in the cage, constantly shaking the cage, facing the little wizards. Made a face.

Elves are different from fairies. They tend to have much more magic power, which results in their petite bodies being more powerful than they appear. Some even slightly larger guys have the ability to use magic, for example. Leprechauns who can make magic gold coins and are good at using transformation magic to play pranks.

However, Lockhart's words did not frighten the little wizards. Instead, more people showed amusement on their faces.

Not everyone is a fan of Lockhart, especially wizards. They don't like the ostentatious appearance. Maybe it's because Lockhart has many fans among witches?Girls are always prone to fall in love with 'strong men' who are good at expressing themselves.

"Okay, it seems you have some doubts." Lockhart said loudly, "Let's see how you deal with them!"

He opened the cage door suddenly, and the elves swarmed out, making the classroom a mess.

Lockhart may be right, these elves may indeed be as cunning little saboteurs as the devil.

The little elves flying around like rockets are absolutely crazy. They overturned trash cans, grabbed ink bottles and threw them at anyone they saw, tore books and papers into pieces, and even I wanted to pick Neville up by his ears and hang him from the chandelier high in the classroom.

The little wizard hid in a hurry. The students who had never learned how to deal with these elves were a little confused. They crowded towards Rollo's position. There seemed to be an invisible circle. The elves did not mess with Rollo's All around, they would even catch the books thrown here by their stunned companions and kick them away.

"Look, I was right, right?" After seeing this chaotic scene, a look appeared on Lockhart's face, as if to tell them that his previous description of the elf was absolutely correct.

"But aren't you supposed to teach us how to deal with these guys?"

Harry took out his wand and knocked out an elf that rushed towards him. He and Draco stood back to back. Not everyone could squeeze in to Rollo's side, and many people could only hide under the table. , the two of them are dealing with the elves who want to cause mischief.

"Oh, you're right!" Lockhart, who suddenly realized, finally noticed the chaos the little wizard was encountering now. He quickly shouted loudly: "Herd them together, herd them together, it's just... Some elves..."

Lockhart waved his wand with gorgeous gestures, as if he were conducting an unusually grand concert.

"Peschipixie, pestenomi!"

(Translation means: nasty little elf, leave me now)

The little wizards who were looking forward to Lockhart held their breath and stared at him. However, this action only made the classroom become quieter, and the lawless elves were not affected at all.

'My charm shouldn't wear off! This thought flashed through Lockhart's mind. He had always been confident that no matter what it was, it would be impressed by his charming smile, just like those ardent fans.

His movements froze in place, and the elf who had discovered something interesting flew over, snatched his wand away, and threw him out of the window without hesitation.

This moment made Lockhart panic. He took a sharp breath of air, leaned over and got under the podium table.

Even more surprised than Lockhart were the little wizards. This outrageous scene even made them feel suffocated. Although Quirrell could only chant scriptures from a book, at least he would not make such a mess, and he still couldn't do anything about it. Fix the mess.

"Look Hermione."

Draco, who had immobilized an elf with a petrifying spell, turned to Hermione in a hurry.

"Perhaps Harry and I are better suited to stand on the podium than Lockhart?"

Hermione, who was suddenly speechless, looked down at her class schedule. Each of Lockhart's classes had been circled with hearts drawn in pink ink, but now it seemed a little dazzling.

"Maybe it's just that Professor Lockhart is better at dealing with those large magical creatures, but he's not that good at dealing with these little elves?"

A voice came from the crowd, and Rollo, who was watching the show with his chin in his hands, smiled and spoke.

"Yes, that's it!"

There was a noise from under the podium, "It was just an accident. All I encountered were those big guys. Those magic spells that are too dangerous are not suitable for display here. I haven't used these small magics for a long time."

Lockhart revealed his head, an unusually bright smile on his face.

"Go get his wand."

Rollo waved to the group of elves, and the little vandals running around immediately dropped what they were holding. They rushed out of the broken window in groups and flew down to pick up the Roha they had just thrown away. Special's wand was brought back.

"Thank God..." Lockhart muttered, seemingly relieved in his heart.

"Looks like I still haven't gotten over my adventure."

He smoothed things over for everyone, "After all, the adventures in the outside world are more cruel than you think. I have to use those powerful magics regularly, but these magics are too dangerous for you..."

"No matter what." Lockhart hurriedly caught the wand the elf threw to him, "This is really a great demonstration, Rollo!"

Lockhart, who thought Rollo had used some magic spell to control the elves, said cheerfully, "20 points for Slytherin. I will consider recalling those simple little magic spells so that you can learn from me. Share it with me..."

"The next class is in the morning two days later, right? In fact, Professor Lockhart, you don't need to take too much care of us. After all, you are a 'great' adventurer, the star of your journey."

Rollo smiled and said, "It's normal for a strong man like you not to care about those little things. Otherwise, that's it."

"I'll make the arrangements, and then you can re-demonstrate your wonderful true adventure for us."

"Let's start with the giant monster. I got one for experimentation before, but it has been released for a while now. Although it is not as good as the one in your book, it is enough for a demonstration."

"Perhaps we can look forward to a wonderful actual combat performance in two days?"

"Great adventurer, Professor Lockhart, you must have countless ways to deal with such a stupid big guy, right?"

Looking at Lockhart with a frozen smile on his face, Rollo stood up.

"Do you mean you can't do it?"

"Of course not!" Lockhart, who responded immediately, immediately retorted, "But...but...this...this is a bit too difficult, I mean, for you."

"The magic I use is very profound, even for an adult wizard..."

"This is a bit too much for you."

Lockhart seemed to be thinking about the little wizards when he spoke seriously, "This is too dangerous for you, I'm afraid..."

"With you here, Professor, we can't be in any danger, right?"

A voice of agreement appeared around Rollo, and a group of fun-loving people who didn't take it too seriously quickly spoke up to help, leaving Lockhart with no room to refuse.

"That's it for today. The classroom is in a mess now. Why don't you finish class early?"

Seeing Lockhart nodding stiffly, the little wizards who didn't want to stay here quickly ran out of the classroom door. After they all left, the familiar sound of smashing appeared again. The group of elves He just listened to Luo Luo's instructions and stayed still, but now Luo Luo left.

"Okay, don't listen to me. Be careful, Professor Lockhart uses magic to blow up the door and accidentally hurt you."

The little wizard who was originally waiting to have fun hesitated for a moment. Maybe Lockhart really had a hidden agenda. Someone who can come in and become a professor can't be a complete idiot, right?

With their own thoughts in mind, the little wizards gradually dispersed, except for one person who was left at the end. After everyone left, he secretly opened the classroom door.

At this moment, the classroom was completely quiet. The annoying voice of the elf disappeared. The elf with a silly expression on his face seemed to have lost his mind. Lockhart, holding the wand, stood silently.

"Who!"

He turned around quickly, but almost tripped over his own robe.

"Who are you? Have I seen you?"

Lockhart asked in confusion, was there this student in the classroom just now?

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley, Professor."

Ron, who had a dull expression on his face, said in a daze, "Maybe I can help you."

"Help me with what?"

Lockhart showed a calm smile, "I have already taken care of all this. If this magic were not too dangerous, I would have been able to deal with them immediately just now, just like now."

"A very fine oblivion spell, Professor."

Ron continued with an expressionless face, "But this is ineffective against trolls. There is nothing in their minds that can be forgotten. They are a group of brainless idiots."

"Okay, okay, kid." Lockhart, who had a hint of uneasiness and nervousness on his face, responded to Ron with a brighter smile.

"This is not a forgetting spell, but a powerful magic that I created myself, a very dangerous one. You are also a fan of mine, right?"

"I know what you want, an autographed photo!"

"Normally I wouldn't just give out autographed photos to people, but you are very nice."

Lockhart excitedly took out a photo from his arms, which had a beautiful signature on it.

After giving the photo to Ron, Lockhart patted him on the shoulder, "I still have to clean up the classroom. There is nothing I can't solve, just like it is written in my book."

"We'll see you again."

After being rejected, Ron didn't say anything more. He opened the door and left the classroom. After taking a few steps, he suddenly froze, and his dull expression returned to life.

"Why are they walking so fast?"

A somewhat confused Ron scratched his hair. He couldn't see where his classmates were.

"Forget it, let's go back and play wizard chess for a while."

Ron, who was rather heartless, hummed and walked forward. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed to be in a happy mood.

"Professor McGonagall must have seen my holiday paper, right? Just wait and be shocked..."

"Isn't he a good student?"

Ron reached out and touched his arms. The diary that reassured him was lying in his pocket.

"Me now too! Just wait and see!"

There were a few more garbled lines on the unopened pages of the diary. After all, some people's happiness is always based on someone else's sadness. Tom couldn't wait to be fooled by another idiot. Sooner or later, Lockhart would take the bait. , he even thanked Rollo for his assist.

"If you don't lose face, how can you be willing to be used by me?"

It was written slowly in the diary.

"To obtain a body, the vitality of a young wizard is completely insufficient."

Just as Tom was thinking about it, Rollo, who was thanked by him, wandered to the quick entrance to the principal's office on the third floor.

"Is Professor Dumbledore here? I know you are at home! Don't hide in there and keep silent. You are capable of fooling people, but why can't you find a reliable person to teach in a serious manner?"

After Rollo pushed the door open, he saw Dumbledore with a wry smile on his face.

"Because no one wants to die, and with Quirrell, the dead Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can form a Quidditch team."

Who will take this position and who will die? How many people in their right mind would take this position?

"I can not do anything."

"Are you helpless or do you have some messy plan? Arrange a new adventure for Harry?"

Rollo spoke suspiciously, with distrust on his face.

"Of course not, we really can't find anyone."

"And Lockhart, isn't he quite famous? He immediately agreed after receiving the invitation. Although he is only willing to teach for one year, it shouldn't be too bad."

Dumbledore slowly took a sip of sweet tea with a lethal dose of honey, and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

"Maybe we should leave out the famous thing."

"More money, Professor. If the monthly salary reaches two thousand Galleons, there will always be wizards who are not afraid of death but have the ability to take risks. Lockhart won't stay in school for long, if he knows what's going on."

"Please be careful. If it gets too big, the impact will be bad. I will issue a salary increase recruitment announcement."

Dumbledore continued to drink tea, as if talking about a trivial matter.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

"As the governor of Hogwarts, you have the right to put forward your suggestions where appropriate, and I am happy to see this."

"It's just salary expenses..." Dumbledore looked at Rollo with a smile.

"I'll pay."

"I just like kids like you, who have big ideas."

"Have a cup of tea, these little things are not the purpose of your coming here, right?"

"Yes, I would like to meet Nicoléme and borrow his magic stone."

"This is a big deal, let's talk in detail?"

"A cup of black tea without milk or sugar."

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