Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

This year's captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team: Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for training was unusually high. Before daybreak, the door of Aries' dormitory was pushed open. Wood woke Harry up and enthusiastically told him about his training plan.

Harry, who was forced to turn on the camera, was sleepy and said blankly: "Wood? It's not even daybreak yet..."

"Yes, Harry," Wood said as a matter of course, "but if we want to completely defeat Slytherin, we have to train earlier and harder this year..."

Wood was still chattering away, and the other roommates were muttering something in dissatisfaction, covering their heads with the quilts and continuing to sleep. Harry had no choice but to follow Wood to the Quidditch training ground.

Edwards lay on the bed and said gloatingly: "Good morning... Harry, you have to go to training so early? It's hard... hard work..." After that, Edwards yawned loudly, turned over comfortably, and continued to sleep.

Harry gnashed his teeth and threw his pillow towards Aries. When the pillow was about to hit Aries, it suddenly stopped and Aries took the pillow and put it under his head, mumbling clearly, "Thank you, Harry. I was just worried that my pillow was a little short..."

Harry, who had lost all hope in life, was taken to the training ground by Wood.

All the students are looking forward to the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class, because the new professor of the class is: Gerald Lockhart.

Harry has a new little fan: Colin Cleavey, who just entered school this year. Colin always has a magic camera hanging around his neck, and he always takes pictures of Harry when Harry is not paying attention. This behavior makes Harry very annoyed.

Harry always tried to avoid Colin, but Colin seemed to have memorized Harry's schedule and always managed to stop him when Harry was leaving class.

"It's a good thing that someone likes you," Aeris consoled him, "even though he has brought you some troubles..."

"Then transfer this trouble to yourself?" Harry glared at Aris.

"But it's not me that she likes! Isn't that infuriating?" Edwards teased, and Harry looked even more depressed.

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of this semester is about to start, and there is still some time before class starts.

"Harry!" A slightly childish voice came, and Harry looked back in confusion. With a "click", the flash of the camera made Harry instinctively raise his hand to cover his eyes.

“When the photos come out, can you sign them…” Colin said excitedly.

"Who's sending out autographed photos?" came a voice that sounded more excited than Colin's. Professor Lockhart walked over quickly with a flushed face. He saw Harry and Colin holding a camera, and smiled meaningfully.

"Harry... Harry..." Professor Lockhart said with an expression that said, "It must be you? Are you posting your autographed photo?"

"No... Professor... I didn't... Don't..." Harry stammered in defense.

Before Harry could finish, Professor Lockhart put his arm around Harry's shoulders, smiling as always, with his sparkling white teeth shining. He said to Colin, "You are... well, it's not very important. What's important is that you can get a photo of two celebrities in the same frame. Harry and I will sign the photo. Come on, kid!"

Colin pressed the shutter button with trembling hands. Aeris nudged Ron lightly with his elbow. The two looked at each other and smiled in an unkind way.

"Everyone come into the classroom," said Professor Lockhart, "we are going to start our class." The students filed in, but Professor Lockhart grabbed Harry and said something to him.

After getting rid of Professor Lockhart's entanglement, Harry entered the classroom in a panic, found an inconspicuous corner, sat down, and piled up Professor Lockhart's books on the desk. Harry hid behind those books.

Aris, who had already found a seat, pulled Hermione and Ron and came to the corner where Harry was. Harry's little face turned red from his cheeks to his ears.

Ron sat next to Harry, while Aries and Hermione sat at adjacent desks. Professor Lockhart walked into the classroom at a leisurely pace, stood behind the desk, picked up the roster, and called out the names slowly.

After confirming that no students were absent, Professor Lockhart smiled brightly and said, "Now, I would like to introduce to you your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I am Gerald Lockhart, an internationally renowned writer, recipient of the Third Class Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and five-time winner of the Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award. I'm not showing off to you. After all, I didn't rely on my smile to defeat those terrible magical monsters, hehe..." After that, he laughed to himself, showing his white teeth.

Hermione next to Aries had a dazed look in her eyes, with admiration in her eyes like a little girl who met her idol. Aries waved his hand in front of her eyes, and she pushed Aries' hand aside without coming to her senses.

Ron had a look of disgust on his face, and Harry was still hiding behind the pile of books, not even looking at Professor Lockhart.

Professor Lockhart took out a stack of parchment and asked the students at the front of each row of desks to distribute them. Looking at the students passing the parchment, Professor Lockhart said, "This is a quiz to see if you have read my book carefully. There are one hundred small questions. The papers are due in an hour. Let's start now." After that, Professor Lockhart sat behind the desk and took out a small mirror, as if he was practicing smiling.

Aeris took a piece of parchment and looked at the questions on it. He felt that it was really absurd. The questions on it had nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts. They were all:

Question 1: What is Gerald Lockhart's favorite color?

Question 2: What is Gerald Lockhart’s mysterious ideal and ambition?

Question 3: What is Gerald Lockhart’s biggest regret so far?

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Question 100: When is Gerald Lockhart's birthday? What birthday gift would he most like to receive?

Edwards looked around. Hermione was already writing furiously, and Ron was not much better off. Harry was fiddling with his wand, seemingly considering whether to burn the parchment.

If it weren't for the fact that handing in a blank paper might result in Gryffindor losing points, Aries really didn't want to answer any questions. Even in Quirrell's class, Aries didn't feel that an hour was so long.

An hour later, all the parchments were collected by Professor Lockhart. He smacked his lips while marking the papers, obviously very dissatisfied. It was not until he saw one of the parchments that his eyes began to light up.

"Wonderful... so wonderful..." Professor Lockhart exclaimed, "Which one is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised her arms tremblingly, and Professor Lockhart said, "It seems that you have read my works very carefully. You got all 100 questions right, Gryffindor plus ten points!"

Under the envious gazes of all the girls in the class, Hermione smiled shyly.

"Now!" Professor Lockhart said solemnly. He placed a large cage on the desk and covered it with a black cloth. He continued, "What you are about to face is the most terrifying magical creature in the entire wizarding world..."

Professor Lockhart tapped lightly on the big cage, and it shook violently. Almost all the students in the class shuddered. Professor Lockhart seemed very satisfied with the atmosphere he created and showed his signature smile again.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Professor Lockhart grabbed the black cloth covering the cage, took a deep breath and said, "Now~ face the horror..." He tore off the black cloth.

There was a group of elves in the cage, a group of Cornish elves, and while the classmates breathed a sigh of relief, Seamus burst into undisguised laughter.

"You think they're nothing?" Professor Lockhart grabbed the pin on the cage door. "Then let me see how you deal with them..." After saying that, he pulled the pin open.

Cornish elves rushed out one after another like wild horses, and the classroom immediately became a mess. Several Cornish elves flew to Harry's side, tore his stacked books into pages and threw them into the air; two Cornish elves grabbed Neville's ears and hung him on the ceiling while he screamed in fear; some Cornish elves were ready to take down the chandelier on the classroom ceiling...

All the students were running away in panic. Professor Lockhart tried to encourage them: "Don't be so embarrassed. Think of a way. They are just a group of Cornish elves..." After that, he recited a few spells and waved his wand a few times, but it didn't have any effect.

Seeing several Cornish pixies flying towards his face, Professor Lockhart ran out of the door in fear, shouting as he ran: "I leave it to you, catch them back to the cage..."

"Enough! Stop it!" Aeris shouted loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the classroom. All the Cornish elves who were playing mischief were strangely suspended in mid-air.

"You can cast spells without a wand now?" Hermione said in disbelief. Aeris, this usually low-key guy, always shocked her.

Aries walked up to the podium on his own. He cleared his cough, took out his magic wand, waved it a few times casually, and muttered to himself. With his movements, the messy classroom was restored to normal. The desks and chairs seemed to have their own lives. They walked to the walls on both sides and automatically gathered neatly. After a while, there was an empty space in the middle of the classroom. The students looked at Aries in confusion.

Just as Aes was about to say something, a voice came from above: "Can anyone of you put me down first?" Neville's voice was helpless, "Why is it always me who is unlucky every time?"

After putting Neville down, Aries said at the podium: "I plan to set up an interest group for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Last year it was Quirrell, and this year it's Professor Lockhart. We have hardly learned any effective methods to resist dark magic or dark magic creatures for two whole years. I think I should do something, we should all do something. I think it's a good idea to set up a group where we can help each other. Of course, this is a group that you can join or not join based entirely on your own will. I plan to call it: DA, Defense Group, or Dumbledore's Army." At this time, Aries' smile seemed a little ~playful.

Without waiting for the students to respond, Aeris continued, "I think these Cornish pixies are great subjects for practice. Everyone take out your wands and cast spells on these immobile Cornish pixies in your own way. We will then put those Cornish pixies that have been under effective spells into cages. Do you agree?"

"Agree!" The classmates burst into cheers. Aeris also shared spells such as the Freezing Spell, the Petrifying Spell, the Imprisoning Spell, etc. for the classmates to try. Amid the sounds of different spells and the magic light, the students had the most interesting Defense Against the Dark Arts class since they came to Hogwarts.