Hogwarts Lion Girl

Although Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday almost became the laughing stock of the whole school, it did not reduce his charm in the hearts of girls in the slightest.

On the contrary, this seemingly failed class seemed to make him more heroic in their eyes.

The girls' whispered discussions can be heard in the corridors, the library, and even in the corners of the cafeteria.

"Do you really believe that Professor Lockhart did it on purpose?" a girl asked in a low voice in the corner of the library, which immediately caused a burst of intense nodding.

"Of course. Professor Lockhart is so smart. How could he release those elves for no reason? He obviously wanted to give us a chance to practice." Another girl said admiringly, her voice full of excitement.

They stubbornly believed that Lockhart's behavior yesterday was not only out of his responsibility to the little wizard, but also an attempt to arouse everyone's enthusiasm for Defense against the Dark Arts in this way.

Even if his methods were somewhat unconventional, his purpose was undoubtedly noble.

"Besides, look at Professor Lockhart's books, each one is so wonderful, his experience is simply incredible!" A girl holding Lockhart's work said excitedly, as if the book was her most precious treasure.

Yes, in the eyes of these girls, Lockhart is not only an excellent writer, but also an omnipotent hero.

Even though his performance in class made people laugh, in their hearts, Lockhart was still a shining figure.

Therefore, even though yesterday's class almost became a farce, Lockhart's position in their hearts was not shaken. On the contrary, their admiration for him was strengthened because of such "thoughtful" performance.

Under this stubborn belief, Lockhart's image is like a star, vast and bright.

The classroom was filled with an excited yet tense atmosphere. The boys in the back row whispered to each other and laughed at the chaotic practical class yesterday.

However, the girls were a different story. There was admiration in their eyes, and they were all discussing enthusiastically how handsome and elegant Professor Lockhart was.

In the classroom, dust was floating in the faint sunlight.

The doorknob turned gently and with a creak, Professor Lockhart stepped into the room.

His figure seemed to light up the entire space in an instant, and as he accustomed to, he walked into the girls' expectant gazes with a confident smile.

The corners of his robe swayed with his steps, and his uninhibited posture was like that of an explorer who had experienced many things.

"Hello everyone, I think you all know me!" He started in that familiar way.

Professor Lockhart blinked, and with a charming smile that seemed to light up the entire dark corner, he introduced his glorious title gracefully, as brilliant as ever.

As soon as he finished speaking, he revealed the arrangement for today's class - a special test.

The documents were passed to everyone, and the irregular rustling sound seemed to be directed at each person. Salina was no exception. Looking at those difficult questions, she couldn't help but laugh.

There were more than fifty questions about Lockhart's personality and glorious past, which made people feel at a loss.

The atmosphere in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class gradually changed as Professor Lockhart turned the topic to his own writings.

He walked to the bookshelf, took out an intricately decorated book, gently stroked its cover, then returned to the podium and placed the book upright.

"Now, we are going to make a small change," said Professor Lockhart with his characteristically charming smile. "I want you to experience for yourself what the real wizarding world is like. Let us begin by standing up in turn and reading passages from my book."

Although the proposal sparked a wave of interest at first, as time went on, an atmosphere of boredom gradually spread in the classroom.

The voices of the little wizards changed from being confident and imaginative at first to becoming mechanical and boring. It was obvious that they did not buy into this passive way of learning.

Professor Lockhart, although still as enthusiastic about his work as ever, was apparently unaware of what the young wizards were thinking.

As each little wizard stood up one by one, read a passage, and then sat down again, the atmosphere in the classroom became increasingly depressing.

During this long and boring process, the clock seemed to move exceptionally slowly, and everyone was silently calculating when they would be able to be relieved.

Finally, as Professor Lockhart announced, "Okay, that's it, time is almost up," an indescribable strike bell seemed to ring in everyone's heart.

The little wizards in the back row left the classroom almost immediately, at the fastest speed, almost running.

They exchanged looks of relief and relief, as if they had escaped from a long siege, and the air was filled with a joy of liberation.

The sun quietly shines through the curtains, casting light on the desk.

The girls in the front row were not in a hurry to leave. Just as they had looked at Professor Lockhart with admiration and longing in class, these young girls now handed over their books with great anticipation.

There were sparkles of excitement in their eyes, their cheeks were slightly flushed, and they looked particularly shy and embarrassed.

The books in their hands not only carry the weight of textbook knowledge, but also their deep respect and admiration for the professor.

Professor Lockhart took each book gently, and the heavy emotion seemed to be passed on with it, and his handwriting extended smoothly on the title page of each book.

At that moment, the ink symbols dancing on the pages of the book were not just words, but an unspoken connection that closely linked these girls with the idols in their hearts.

The fragrance of ink floats in the air, and I listen quietly to the whispers of paper and pen tip.

As the eager mood spread in the classroom and other witches scrambled to gather around her, Salina quietly packed her belongings.

She had no interest in Lockhart's autograph and simply viewed the lesson as part of a break to relax.

Colin, who was standing by, was originally very interested in Lockhart, but after experiencing this class, he also felt that perhaps the person in front of him was not particularly good at teaching, so he followed Salina out of the classroom.

Although Ginny also had a filter for Lockhart because of her mother, Mrs. Molly, there were too many people in front of her and her two good friends were not going to stay, so she quickly packed up her things and left.

……

In the following Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes seemed to see through everything, leaving no place for any little wizard who tried to play tricks or slack off in her class to hide.

Her classes are full of challenges, and each spell has strict standards. She does not allow any form of imprecision or failure.

According to Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration involves a deep understanding of magical theory and precise implementation.

In the silence, there was only the rustling sound of the feather pen scratching across the answer sheet, and the occasional chuckle or words of encouragement.

In this contrast, Lockhart's teaching level is more obvious.