I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 84 Defense Against Dark Arts Lesson (please order first!!! Kowtow to everyone!!!)

After a while, but seeing that the text still didn't appear in the notebook, someone added another sentence.

"Take it away! Senior Tom, may this mediocre life become the cornerstone for you to change the world."

Owen didn't know how much his passionate and generous words would affect a young man who had just turned 16 and killed for the first time, but still hesitated.

No one had ever trusted him more than Owen's goofy Gryffindor.

In the dark book, in a cloud of black mist.

A young and handsome figure stood alone on top of this boundless black abyss.

His pale soul radiated little spots of light.

Like the snow at Hogwarts in winter, falling into the dark black lake and disappearing.

Not even water ripples.

Tom didn't believe Owen, didn't believe a word he wrote.

But his lonely thoughts always forced him to stop thinking.

If, I mean if, he didn't become Voldemort, but continued to be Tom.

If Grindelwald's army really attacked Hogwarts.

If the old man who was wary of him really left.

Will he stand up and fight for the only bright color in memory, Hogwarts?

He may never be able to answer this question.

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The notebook that hadn't called back to Owen all day, and he didn't reply.

Taking advantage of this time, Owen took the time to finish writing the observation diary assigned by Professor Sprout.

Observe the diary!

The only thing that stands out is one word, made up.

Anyway, the professor knew he was making it up, and he knew the professor knew he was making it up.

That's an observation diary!

Write a shitty observation diary in one day.

Don't make it up.

"It's well written!"

The first class in the morning is Herbal Medicine taught by Sprout.

In the greenhouse, the professor is teaching the little wizards to change the soil for the mandrake.

The professor, covered in mud, took the time to glance at Owen's essay.

Hmm - the handwriting is neat.

Consider this kid a pass.

As for what Owen actually wrote.

Postpartum care of sows - that's impossible, but the brochures for kittens are true.

Sherlock has lost her hair a lot recently.

The bristles on its neck are rattling.

Owen no longer carries it with him.

Just keep it in the bedroom.

And this leads to another interesting thing.

In one breath, he pulled out the mandrake that bared its teeth and bared its teeth, and then quickly stuffed it into another flowerpot.

During this process, Owen's eyes flicked to his two other roommates, Zacharias Smith and Ernie McMillan.

These two have been having fun since the day before yesterday.

Geigei's laughter, even in the middle of the night, brought reality into the dream.

'These two idiots don't think that Sherlock's hair is unicorn hair! '

Owen recalled the blanket made of unicorn fur that was warm in the winter and cool in the summer on his bed.

Another two fools blinded by money.

But Irving didn't want to wake them up, he always wanted to give others some dreams, right?

It's exciting to think about the scene where the two happily saved up cat hair for a semester and walked into the magic materials store. Their dreams were shattered and they lost their lives and money.

hey-hey--

After lunch, the next class was Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

There is nothing too demanding about this poor professor Owen who prepared a resignation letter on the first day of work.

Just be his ruthless scoring machine.

Don't engage in so many moths.

However, Mr. Lockhart may not have clearly defined his position.

Although the teaching level of his first class was, in Ron's words: "I avenged the death of Professor Quirrell."

But just like that, he still couldn't hold back his face, and wanted to prove himself crazily.

"Merlin's beard!"

"My God!"

"Oh, God!"

?

Throw out a believer in God!

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, all the tables, chairs and benches were removed.

There is an iron cage in the center of the empty classroom.

"boom!"

A huge banging sound came from the cage, and the whole classroom trembled.

The hearts of the little wizards who were watching also trembled.

"Hagrid, that - that wouldn't be!"

Although the iron cage was covered with a layer of gray cloth, it had already tilted a corner under the impact of the monsters inside.

Harry stared in shock at the terrifying creature with several black hairy feet, his voice trembling slightly.

He looked in disbelief at Hagrid, who was comforting the monster in the cage.

"Your Professor Lockhart begged me to find a magical creature for little wizards to practice with." Hagrid was not very happy looking at it. Although his face was full of beards, it was hard to see his face, but he could tell from his tone, Lockhart must be playing some trick.

"Practice?"

"Pleading?"

"I'm afraid he wants to kill us!" Ron screamed strangely, because he had already guessed what was in the cage.

A giant eight-eyed spider!

And it was an adult, a wild acromant the size of a car.

"Harry, he must be looking for you to take revenge!"

Ron's legs were weak, and he hid behind Harry tremblingly.

"Hehe--you're hardworking!" Owen showed a completely different idea from the others.

The moment he saw that giant eight-eyed spider.

The appearance of Quirrell suddenly appeared in his head.

This Lockhart will not really intend to learn from Quirrell.

Deliberately drawing out a monster, and then attracting Dumbledore's attention, demanding that he see himself, but their purposes are slightly different, one wants to live, and the other wants to resign.

The classroom was filled with the whispers of the little wizards.

Until that quarrel, the quarrel between Lockhart's fans and normal people, when the ceiling of the quarrel was about to crack, someone was dressed gorgeously, wearing a lace-trimmed tight-fitting dueling suit.The belated Lockhart makes his debut.

"Clap clap clap!"

He first applauded to draw everyone's attention to himself.

Then he looked around and showed a greasy and crooked smile at the little wizards.

"About the last lesson." (Professor of Cornish elf slapstick, ending with Hermione.)

"If you want me to say, this is just my test for you." He walked down the stairs slowly, even more so with shameless lies.

"I have to warn you! It is my duty to educate you about the most vicious creatures in the witchcraft world, so that you can be mentally prepared later."

"The Cornish elf is just an appetizer." He walked to the iron cage and tapped on the railing with his wand easily.

The gesture of pretending to be soft has not been maintained for even a second.

The next moment, the acromantula suddenly struck, "Boom!" The huge impact almost scared him and threw his wand out.

For a second, even the trademark smile on his professional face disappeared.

But after seeing Hagrid, who was as tall as a hill, the worry on his face was well hidden.

This hill-like wizard must be able to protect himself!

Lockhart thought so.

Moreover, he also said that the acromanders in the forest were all his friends.

So there must be no problem, right!

Right! ! !