Together [HP]

Professor Lockhart has not brought living creatures into the classroom since the elf disaster.

He now reads long passages from his books to his students, sometimes acting out dramatic passages.He usually chooses Harry to assist him in recreating the scene at that time.

So far, Harry has been forced to play the roles of a simple Transylvanian villager who has been cursed with bubbles and cured by Lockhart; a Himalayan yeti with a nasal cold; There was a vampire who, since Lockhart had dealt with him, ate nothing but turnips.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was dragged to the front again, this time playing a werewolf.

"Good call, Harry. It's so similar, and then, believe it or not, I swooped in, like this. Banged him down. So, I pinned him to the ground with one hand and the other Wand in one hand, pressed against his throat. Then I slowed down and cast a very complex humanoid spell with the rest of my strength. He let out a miserable moan, and Harry, then yelled, higher .Very good! The hair on his body is gone. The big fangs retracted and he became a human again. Simple but effective. Another village will always remember me as a hero, I made them rid of the monthly A werewolf scare." The bell rang and Lockhart stood up.

"Homework: Write a poem about my victory over Wagga Wagga! The best ones will get a few autographed copies of Me Magic!"

""I Can Be Magical"." Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "He obviously thinks that when we meet a werewolf in the future, we should be like him. If what he said is true, we will pounce on it and compete with a werewolf."

"Writing poetry," Pansy snorted, walking into Una's classroom. "Did he think we were at Eton? But I think one of them must have Hermione's name on it."

"That's not certain." Jacqueline lowered her voice and glanced at Yuna at the front of the classroom. "Maybe I will write a sonnet that he will never forget."

"It's so late, why don't you go back?" When the clock in the classroom struck ten, Yuna held the teacup and glanced at the two of them slightly.

"But it's just after ten o'clock." Jacqueline buried her head and tried hard to write on her parchment.

"Isn't tomorrow the first Quidditch?" Yuna put down her teacup, "Aren't you going to watch it?"

"Using Nimbus 2001 to compare comets and Nimbus 2000?" Jacqueline snorted while biting the shaft of her quill. "I'm not interested in this kind of unfair competition."

"Life is never fair," Yuna glanced at Jacqueline, who was pouting and writing homework. "Having a better broom doesn't mean victory," Yuna said, glancing at Pansy. "It's like , being a pure-blood wizard doesn't mean good grades, does it?"

"Maybe," Jacqueline shrugged, "I'm not interested in going to Malfoy's game anyway."

"This isn't a Malfoy match," Yuna shook her head, "it's a Slytherin match. Speaking of which," Yuna glanced at the clock, "after what happened to Mrs. Norris, are you still Go back early and be safe."

"But," Pansy put down his quill, and began to pack his books obediently, "we are all Slytherins and pure blood, so there should be no problem."

"Slytherins and pure-bloods can't guarantee that you'll be fine," Yuna nodded towards them. "Before this matter comes to a conclusion, I advise you to stay in the common room instead of running around."

"So," Jacqueline stood up and picked up her schoolbag, "do you also think that the Chamber of Secrets is true? Really, there are other heirs of Slytherin?"

"The important thing is not what I think, Jacqueline." Yuna closed her eyes before they walked out of the classroom, and sighed softly, "The important thing is what you do."