During the Herbal Medicine class, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, came over to check his presence, and he called Harry away.In fact, Lockhart originally wanted to take Hisoka with him, but was so frightened by Hisoka's obvious murderous intent that he changed his decision.

After a while, Harry returned to the conservatory through the back door. Professor Sprout was standing behind a stool in the middle of the conservatory with some twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors on it. When Hermione sat down next to her, Professor Sprout asked, "We're going to repot the Mandrake today. Now, who can tell me what the Mandrake has?"

"Mandrake, also known as Mandrake root, is a powerful restoration agent, used to restore people who have been transformed or who have been cursed to their original state." Hermione was the first to raise it. hand, and perfectly answered Professor Sprout's question, adding ten points to Gryffindor.

"Very well," Professor Sprout continued. "The mandrake is an important part of most antidotes. But it is also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

"Hearing a mandrake cry can kill a man," Hermione blurted out.

"Exactly, plus ten points," said Professor Sprout. "You see, our mandrakes are very young here," she said, pointing to a row of deep-bottomed plates.

Everyone leaned forward to get a better look, and there were about a hundred greenish-purple seedlings lined up.

"A pair of earmuffs each," said Professor Sprout.

Hisoka reached for a pair of red earmuffs, the same color as his hair.

"When I tell you to put on earmuffs, make sure you cover your ears tightly," said Professor Sprout. "I'll give you two thumbs up when it's safe to take them off. Well-- Put earmuffs on."

Hisoka put on the earmuffs, and the surrounding sounds disappeared instantly. Professor Sprout put on a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped a clump of grass leaves, and pulled it up vigorously.

Although he couldn't hear it, it could be seen from the shape of his mouth that Sean let out a scream.

What was pulled out of the soil was not a grass root, but a very ugly baby, his skin was light green and spotted with spots.The leaves were growing on his head, and the little fellow was obviously screaming at the top of his head when Professor Sprout licked him out of the dirt.

Professor Sprout took a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the Mandrake in it, and buried him in dark, damp compost until only the clump of leaves stood out.She patted the mud off her hands, gave them two thumbs up, and took off her earmuffs.

"Our mandrakes are just seedlings, and hearing their cries won't kill you." She said calmly, as if she just watered the begonias just now. "However, they'll knock you out for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss your first day of school, so make sure you wear earmuffs while you're at work. I'll try to get your attention when it's time to pack up of."

"A plate for four - lots of pots here - the compost is in the bag over there - watch out for the poison, it's teething." She slapped a spiky crimson plant , causing it to retract the tentacles that quietly reached out to her shoulders.

"Oh, my God..." Sean took a deep breath, "Father never told me that I would encounter such a thing at Hogwarts!"

"Dear Sean." Joshua said with a smile, "You have to understand, this is just a mandrake." He emphasized the word "just", which undoubtedly made Sean even more depressed .

"I mean—I mean—" Sean sighed, "Well, I thought the wizarding world was all about, you know, interesting, magical things—"

"Except for the bad senses, the Mandrake is also something that the Muggle world can't see~" Hisoka interrupted suddenly.

"Yes, that's right..." Sean frowned, looking reluctant.

Because Professor Sprout said a group of four before, besides Hisoka, Sean and Joshua, there was another Hufflepuff student who was in charge of the plate of Mandrake with them .They didn't talk much, because now they had to concentrate on the mandrake in front of them.Don't look at the way Professor Sprout made it seem easy, but it's not like that. Mandrakes don't want to be removed from the soil, but they don't seem to want to go back.They twisted their bodies, kicked their feet, waved their small pointed fists, and gnashed their teeth.Sean's face was full of disgust, and it took a lot of effort to stuff the mandrake in his hand into the flowerpot.

After the class of herbal medicine was over, almost all the students were sweating profusely, their backs were aching, and their bodies were covered with mud.They walked wearily from the greenhouse back to the castle, took a quick shower, and the Gryffindor students were about to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Slytherin, with Slytherin again!" Ron muttered.

Hisoka looked at Ron's reluctance with cold eyes, and walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with Sean Joshua.There were loud noises coming from behind, and Hisoka could have sworn he heard Draco's irritatingly arrogant voice, and then Lockhart's, um, "enthusiastic" voice.

Hisoka, Sean, and Joshua found seats and sat down, and it didn't take long to see Draco, who was followed by two tall boys - Goyle and Crabbe - with a malicious smile on his face. , this time it was a surprise that Blaise was not with him.Hisoka raised his eyebrows at Draco, and mouthed him "what's the matter?" Draco smiled, and also mouthed back: Potter's autographed photo.

When the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone.He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the blinking photo of himself on the cover.

"I," he said, pointing to his own photo, also winking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, [-]rd Class Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time Wizards Weekly's most charming smile Award—but I don’t talk about that, I didn’t drive Wan Lun’s female ghost away with a smile!”

He waited for everyone to laugh, but only a few smiled faintly.

"I see you've all bought my complete book - great. I thought we'd start with a quiz today. Don't be afraid - just to see how you're reading and understanding..." he tweeted After finishing the paper, go back to the podium and say, "I'll give you three and ten minutes. Now—begin!"

"Xiali, Joshua, have you read it?" Sean asked in a low voice.

"I checked it again." Joshua shrugged, "Let's do it for fun!"

"Almost." Hisoka agreed with Joshua's point of view very much, "it's still very interesting to read as a novel, but as a 'textbook'..." This is not at all like other subjects—such as transfiguration, potions— textbooks.Still, speaking of which, there are lessons to be learned from Lockhart's novels, especially if the reader is Kuroro, the bandit leader.

Sean was a little worried: "I didn't even open the book! My God, this exam must be..."

However, after getting the test paper, Sean couldn't help laughing.

"What are these questions!" He covered his mouth, his violet eyes curved into two crescents, "What color is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition What is it? What do you consider Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?" he said, amused. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Oh, it still has something to do with it." Joshua said, picking up the quill and began to answer the questions. "It's related to your score—even if it's just a ridiculous exam."

Hisoka rubbed his hair. Although he read the whole set of novels seriously—yes, he thought it was just a novel—but, regarding the various information about the protagonist, Mr. Lockhart... Hisoka said that he I was just watching the drama.

Half an hour later, Lockhart took the test papers and turned them over in front of the class.

"Tsk tsk - almost no one remembers my favorite color lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman". A few classmates need to re-read "Weekend with Werewolves" - I am in Chapter 12 of the book clearly states that my ideal birthday present is for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony - but I would not refuse a large bottle of Ogden Old Fire Whiskey!"

"Ah, of course, you have to read 'carefully'!" Sean responded in a low voice with raised eyebrows, and Joshua couldn't help laughing—of course, he managed to control the decibels of his laughter, and he was not caught by the audience on the stage. The enthusiastic Lockhart found out.

"...but Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, as well as sell my own line of hair conditioners—good girl! In fact—" He turned her paper over, " One hundred points! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione held up a trembling hand.

"Excellent!" laughed Lockhart. "Excellent! Ten points for Gryffindor! Now, on to the subject..."

He bent down and took out a large cage covered with cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table.

"Now—beware! My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the worst things the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not No harm will come. All I ask is that you remain calm."

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that would piss them off!"

The class held their breaths, and Lockhart lifted the hood.

"That's right," he said playfully, "a Cornish elf just caught!"

Many people let out a sneer.

"Well, they're not—they're not very—dangerous, are they?" Seamus Finnigan laughed breathlessly.

"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, wagging his finger at him angrily. "They could be little spoilers as cunning as the devil!"

These pixies were livid, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp, piercing voices, like many budgerigars arguing.As soon as the hood was removed, they started chattering, jumping up and down, shaking the cages, and making all kinds of weird faces at the people nearby.

"Well," said Lockhart loudly, "see what you do with them!" He opened the cage door.

It's a mess now.Pixie flies around like a rocket.Two of them grabbed Neville by the ear and lifted him up.A few others rushed out of the window and scattered broken glass all over the back row of the classroom.The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhino.They grabbed ink bottles and threw them at the class, tore books and papers to shreds, destroyed pictures on the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out of broken windows.After a few minutes, half the class had ducked under the desks, and Neville was swinging from the chandelier.

"Come on, round them up, round them up, they're just little elves..." cried Lockhart.

Rolling up his sleeves, he waved his wand and bellowed, "Pescipixi Pesternomi!"

To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window as well.Lockhart gasped, ducked under the lectern table, and was nearly knocked over by Neville, as the chandelier gave way and fell in almost the same second.

"Oh my god!" Sean couldn't help taking a breath, "How stupid is this professor?"

An elf rushed towards them, Joshua's eyes turned cold, he swung his wand and cast a freezing spell, stopping the elf in mid-air.

"What the hell is that 'Peschipix Pesternomi'?" Joshua snorted lightly, very dissatisfied with Lockhart.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone rushed out, including Hisoka, Sean, and Joshua—but they walked out of the classroom relatively calmly.

"What do you guys think of him—well, I mean Lockhart, what's his level?" Sean asked.

"Too weak." Joshua didn't give any face, and answered very straightforwardly.

"The novel you wrote is still very good!" Hisoka tilted his head, "Well, the imagination is very good!"

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