Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and flipped through them thoughtfully.

“Tsk tsk… hardly anyone remembers that my favorite color is lilac—I mentioned that in “Ten Years with the Highland Snowman.”

"Some students should read Wandering with Werewolves carefully again. I clearly said in Chapter 12 that my ideal birthday gift is for all those who can and cannot do magic to live in harmony!"

"But I wouldn't turn down a big bottle of Ogden's Aged Firewhiskey!"

It should be said that if Lockhart had been a talk show host, he would have achieved good results. At least the atmosphere in the classroom would have been very lively. If possible, Lockhart could even develop his career in the Muggle world. Unfortunately, he chose to cheat.

"Let me see... Well, it seems that this student has not read my book carefully."

"The answer is all... obtuse angles?"

Ron and Harry were almost laughing like crazy, who else but Dudley would dare to do such a thing?

Glancing at Dudley's serious face, Lockhart curled his lips and turned to the next test paper.

"My secret ambition, known only to Miss Hermione Granger, is to rid the world of evil! And to sell my own line of hair toner!"

Hermione was too excited to speak, but Dudley just slumped over the table in boredom.

Conditioner? Can you outsell Porter's shampoo?

Thinking of this, Dudley suddenly understood why Severus Snape was particularly targeting Lockhart.

All relationship problems are caused by hair!

"One hundred points! Where is Miss Hermione Granger? That's great, ten points for Gryffindor!"

Hermione shouted excitedly, while the Gryffindor boys covered their faces and sighed.

It's a lie to say that I'd rather not have it. But the extra points are a bit mean.

"Let's get back to the topic. Now, let's officially start the class."

Lockhart smiled and took out a cage from under the cloth covering his back.

"My job as a professor is to teach you how to defend against the most evil and powerful things in the wizarding world!"

Dean Thomas shook himself.

"As long as you are in my classroom, you will face the most terrifying creatures!"

Seamus, who had originally stuck his head out to see what was hidden in the cage, retracted his head.

"But remember, as long as I am here, no harm will come to you! Calm down! My dear friends!"

Neville in the first row widened his eyes and involuntarily made a boxing gesture.

This is all thanks to Dudley's earnest guidance.

The whole class held their breath, waiting to see what surprise Lockhart would bring.

Or frightened.

"So……"

Lockhart pulled back the veil and his tone became extremely serious.

"Just caught, a Cornish elf."

Seamus couldn't help but chuckle.

"how?"

"I...I remembered happy things."

"Now is not the time to share happy events, is it?"

Lockhart seemed a little annoyed, as if he was surprised that the attitudes of these students were not what he had imagined.

"But these little guys—don't seem—to be that dangerous?"

Seamus was still a little bit overwhelmed, after all, his mother was a wizard, and he knew something about this level of magical creatures. Some students in the classroom also made exclamations such as "That's it!" "Called everyone here just to see the Cornish elves?" "Lockhart is really uninformed."

"Don't be so harsh! They could be cunning little saboteurs like the devil!"

Dudley looked in the direction of the sound. These little creatures were about twenty centimeters tall, with dark blue skin and pointed faces like bicycle seats. Their voices were also extremely cunning. However, the students who had experienced the funeral-like wails of the mandrake were not so disgusted by the shrill screams.

At least he wasn't sent to the infirmary, right?

As soon as the cover was removed, the Cornish elves, seeing the light, jumped up and down, some shook the fence, some jumped up and down, and some made faces at the students closest to them.

Dudley couldn't help but sigh that the only reason this thing could survive until now was probably because the biodiversity of the wizarding world needed to be maintained.

"Well, let me see how you deal with these little demons!"

Lockhart laughed and suddenly opened the cage door. A group of blue-black shadows flew out with a whoosh, just like a swarm of locusts, rushing towards the students who were as numerous as grains of wheat and rice. The whole classroom became a mess.

"Shouldn't he teach us some spells first?"

Ron quickly lowered his head to avoid the flying broken glass.

"I knew he was unreliable!"

Harry picked up a Lockhart book and blocked an ink bottle thrown by an elf, which sent black ink flying everywhere like a bomb.

"No...put me down!"

Neville's desperate cry was heard, and the two looked in the direction of the sound. It was a few elves shouting slogans, grabbing Neville's clothes, pulling him up alive, and flying towards the ceiling chandelier.

It must be said that these little creatures are very strong, which is in stark contrast to their small appearance.

"Do something! Bring them together! They are just some elves..."

Lockhart's shout seemed particularly pale and powerless amid the chaos in the classroom. He gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his wand, and shouted "Pesky Pixie Pestomy!"

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and even the Cornish elves stopped what they were doing and looked at themselves in confusion.

Nothing happens.

In less than three seconds, the classroom was in chaos again. An elf swooped over and snatched Lockhart's wand, scaring the "distinguished" adventurer, an honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League with a long list of titles, so much that he shrank under the podium and was almost hit by Neville who fell down.

"Stand still, I'm going to cast a spell!"

Dudley shouted, suddenly rolled up his sleeves, and waved the lamplight wand into a whirlwind. The Gryffindor students immediately ran out the door - the bell for the end of get out of class rang like a life-saving sound.

"Gah!"

Several elves were unable to dodge and were swept into the whirlwind created by Dudley. They fell to the ground with their eyes rolled back.

"You four - I mean, please catch the remaining elves back to the cage!"

Lockhart ran very fast. He was under the desk just now, but now he ran to the door and even closed the door on his own initiative.

"Damn it, I'll just call you Luo Paopao from now on!"

Dudley's angry roar was heard, and several people in the classroom also cast spells with sad faces.

What else can be done?

Even Lockhart's loyal fan, Miss Granger, drooped her lips.

“It’s so unreliable!”