Together [HP]

Lockhart put one hand on the cage cloth, and Pansy and Malfoy had stopped laughing long ago.Neville, in the front row, cowered in the corner of his chair.

"I'll make you promise not to scream when you see it," Lockhart whispered, "because that might irritate them."

irritate them?Jacqueline got up from the desk, seeming a little interested.Lockhart pulled the cloth back at once.

"Yes," he said expressively. "The elf from Cornwall just caught." Seamus Finnigan couldn't help laughing.Not even Lockhart would have mistaken it for a cry of terror.

"What?" he said with a smile.

"Ah, they won't, they're not, they're very dangerous, right?" Seamus choked with a smile.

"You don't jump to conclusions so soon!" said Lockhart, wagging his fingers angrily in Seamus' face. "These little guys are very vicious, clever and scary!" These little elves, flashing blue lightning, were about eight feet tall, with sharp faces and thin voices.After the cloth was removed, in the cage, they began to dash around, rattling the iron bars and making faces at those who sat closer.

"Okay," said Lockhart loudly, "we'll see what you do with them." Then he opened the lid.

It's like opening a Pandora's box.The elves scattered like rockets.The moment the cage was opened, Jacqueline swept the books and quills on the table into her schoolbag as fast as she could, and ran towards the back door. Pansy and Malfoy followed her, typing in their schoolbags Little elves flying towards them.

Two elves pulled Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air.A few more crashed out of windows, and those in the back row were doused in broken glass.The rest went on to effectively wreak havoc on classrooms more effectively than a rampaging rhino.They took inkwells and splashed them all over the place.Tear up textbooks, test papers, and the paintings on the walls.Put the garbage basket upside down, grab the schoolbag and textbooks and throw them out the window.Within minutes, half the class was hiding under desks while Neville was hoisted from a trick-shaped lamp to the ceiling.

"Come on, subdue them, catch them, they're just elves..." Lockhart yelled.

He rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand, and yelled, "Peschipixy Pesternomi!" But it didn't work: an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out the window.Lockhart swallowed and hid under the table.Just avoiding Neville's impact, he fell down with the chandelier after a few seconds.

"He's so crazy!" Malfoy rolled up his sleeves with a dark face, "I must write to my father, such a teacher, that old man Dumbledore..."

"Are you referring to Principal Dumbledore?" A cold voice came from Malfoy's head, and the three of them looked up and saw Yuna.

"G, Graham...Professor..."

"Mother?"

"It's class time now." Yuna looked down at them, "Why are you three outside the classroom now?"

"Because, because..." Pansy and Malfoy looked at each other and took a step back together. Jacqueline swallowed nervously, "In, inside..."

"What's wrong inside?" Yuna glanced at the door of the classroom, "This class should be Defense Against the Dark Arts. Do you three think that as a Slytherin, you know more about the Dark Arts than the professor? Or, You don't need to study?"

"No, it's not..." Jacqueline wanted to explain, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and a large group of students rushed out frantically.Malfoy and Pansy slipped away with the crowd in an instant, leaving only Jacqueline looking nervously at Professor Graham.

"You four," Lockhart stood up calmly, "help get all these elves back into their cages, of course, each will get 10 points." After finishing speaking, he strode past them and closed the door .Harry stood at the door, glanced at Jacqueline in pain, and turned back helplessly.

"Come to my room at night." Yuna glanced at Jacqueline, turned and left.

"You still believe him?" Ron growled, and an elf bit his ear hard.

"He just wanted us to actually practice," said Hermione, immobilizing the two elves with a Freezing Charm and putting them back in their cages.

"Practical experience?" said Harry, trying to catch a flickering elf that stuck its tongue out at him. "Hermione, he has no idea what he's doing."

"Nonsense," said Hermione. "You should have read his books, and looked at the amazing things he did."

"That's just what he said he did!" grumbled Ron.

"Everything is petrified, and it fell to the ground." Jacqueline stood at the door, put down the wand in her hand, and glanced at the Gryffindor trio inside, "Don't say I'm mean, I really don't think I can do it in this class." What did you learn?"

"What does she mean!" After Jacqueline left, Hermione picked up an elf that had fallen on the schoolbag and put it back in the cage. "Professor Lockhart is just..."

"For the first time, I think she's right." Ron took the opportunity to pick up the elf and approached Harry, and whispered, "What do you think, how about we pretend to be sick and skip class?"

"This, it's not very good." Harry secretly glanced at Hermione in front of him. "Easy to spot."

"Why not," Ron said in a lower voice, "let's go to George and Fred, they should have a way to make us really sick."

"Don't think about it! You two!" After hearing Hermione's furious voice, Harry and Ron looked up at the same time, looking at Hermione with her hands on her hips, "Absolutely not!"

"We, just talk, talk." Ron stepped back as he spoke, "Let's pack up here quickly and go eat."