HP When Harry is a Genius

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.

"Me," 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 Most Charming Smile Award. But I don’t talk about that, I didn’t drive away female ghosts by smiling!”

Harry silently covered his ears.

He read Lockhart's autobiography "My Magician" several times, but he couldn't see anything unusual about Lockhart.

Harry felt that a truly great wizard should be like Snape. Although he was low-key and never mentioned his own excellence, his abilities and achievements were real.

Harry just heard from Draco yesterday that the Muggle supermagnification microscope and medical materials Harry sent gave Snape a "little bit" of inspiration. Fuzhuang prepared the corresponding materials and funds for him.

"I see that you all bought my complete set of works. It's very good. I think we will do a small quiz today. Don't be afraid, just see how you read and how much you understand." After handing out the papers, Go back to the podium and say, "Three and ten minutes for you. Now, go!"

Harry looked at the paper and read:

1.What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2.What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3.What do you consider Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

……

And so on, three full pages, the last question is:

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?What's his ideal birthday present?

"What a narcissistic person must be to come up with such a test paper!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione defended Lockhart: "Only such a test paper can detect whether we read carefully."

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 in the book clearly stated that my ideal birthday gift is that all magical and non-magical people live in harmony. But I will not refuse a large bottle of Ogden Old Fire Whiskey!"

Lockhart gave them another mischievous wink.

Ron was looking at him now with distrust, while Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas ahead were shaking with silent laughter.

Hermione, who was listening intently, was startled by Lockhart's sudden mention of her name.

"But Miss Hermione Granger, and Mr. Harry Potter, they all know that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of hair conditioners—"

Ron poked the blue-eyed Harry who was lying powerlessly on the table with his arm in disbelief: "Did you really read all his books in just one night yesterday?"

Harry yawned, "Yeah, otherwise would I be so sleepy today?"

"But," Ron asked incredulously, "you even wrote down what color Lockhart likes?!"

Harry shook his head in pain and said, "I don't want to remember either! I just read through his list of books, you know, it's long and boring, and the whole article is bragging about his own achievements, which are a little worthwhile Yes, such as the precautions for adventure travel, etc., were all omitted by him! I really hope that I can forget these rotten things immediately!"

Ron looked at Harry sympathetically, and said, "It's not always good to have a photographic memory. At least, I think it's much easier to forget things than you."

Harry said helplessly: "I just want to discover what is truly unique about Lockhart, but there is no progress at all. I really don't understand how he achieved so many achievements. I look forward to further exploration."

On the podium, Lockhart turned out Harry and Hermione's papers: "Two hundred points! Where is Miss Hermione Granger? Let me meet this excellent girl."

Hermione held up a trembling hand.

"Excellent! Pretty girl!" said Lockhart, laughing. "Excellent! Twenty points for Gryffindor from Miss Granger and Mr. Potter! Now, back to business."

He bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table: "Now—be careful! My task is to teach you to resist the most evil thing the magic world has ever known! You are here The scariest things are going to happen in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, nothing will come to you. All I ask is that you remain calm."

Harry poked his head out from behind a pile of books, trying to get a good look at the most wicked thing in the wizarding world inside that cage.

Lockhart put a hand on the hood, Dean and Seamus stopped laughing, and Neville shrank back in the first row.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said seriously, lowering his voice, "that would piss them off!"

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

"Yes," he said playfully. "The Cornish elf just caught."

Seamus Finnigan couldn't help a sneer that even Lockhart couldn't have thought was a terrified scream.

"What?" he asked Seamus with a smile.

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

"Don't be so sure!" said Lockhart, wagging his finger at him exasperatedly. "They might as well be fiendishly crafty little saboteurs!"

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 and released the elves.

This is messed up.

The elf flies around like a rocket.Two of them grabbed Neville by the ear and lifted him up.There were also a few who rushed out of the window and threw 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, tore down pictures on the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out of broken windows.

Two minutes later, with half the class hiding under the desks, Neville was swinging from the chandelier.

"Come on, round them up, round them up, they're 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.

Harry waited a long time before Lockhart emerged from under the lectern table.

The classroom was in chaos, the sharp laughter of the elves, the terrified cries of the students and all kinds of disordered noises mixed together, harsh and noisy, which upset Harry.

Harry had to stand up from the back row, waved his wand a few times, and muttered a spell that no one else had heard before, and all the elves were hung upside down from the ceiling in an instant.

Lockhart finally came out tremblingly from under the podium table. He straightened up and said happily: "Ah, I have reminded you just now, they are the most evil creatures in the magic world!"

"You said just now that you would not let us suffer any harm!" Seamus Finnigan said angrily, "Neville fell from the ceiling!"

But Lockhart acted as if he didn't hear Seamus's loud questioning, he still said happily: "Under my demonstration, Mr. Potter has successfully subdued the elves. Now, please take them off. "

Harry silently leaned back on the table.

The students in the classroom climbed onto the desks to catch the elf, which was hanging upside down from the ceiling, back into Lockhart's cage.

"Can you believe what he said?" Ron yelled when get out of class was over. An elf had bitten his ear just now, and it hurt.

"He just wanted to give us some practice," said Hermione, and she cleverly cast a Freezing spell, freezing the two elves and stuffing them back into their cages.

"Practice? Hermione, he has no idea what he's doing," said Ron.

"Nonsense," said Hermione, "you've read his books too, and think of all the amazing things he's done!"

"It's just that he said he did," muttered Ron.

"If he really can't deal with these elves like he just showed. How did he stuff the elves in cages and bring them to the classroom when he started?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Hermione's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "I just said, he just wanted to give us some opportunities to practice."

"Someone else might have helped him," said Ron. "Maybe a cage of elves bought for money in Cornwall."

Harry said in confusion: "I just don't understand, he looks like a person who pays great attention to his image, why would he ruin his image by pretending that he can't even deal with elves?"

"Maybe you're overthinking it. He really can't deal with elves." Ron said, "Think about it. Lockhart even lost his wand to elves. Which wizard can bear such a shame?"

Hermione didn't want to ignore Ron, she turned to look at Harry: "Harry, that spell you used later was so cool, I'm sure I've never seen or heard of it, what spell is it?" Her eyes I am full of curiosity.

"The Fuchsia Curse, invented by Sev," Harry replied.

"Oh." Hermione lowered her head in frustration. Snape was the Headmaster of Slytherin. He would only give Harry a little trouble, and he was not friendly to students from other houses.Hermione didn't think Snape would be pleased that she learned from Harry the spells he had invented.

Harry looked helplessly at the frustrated Hermione.Although he usually tutored Ron and Hermione to practice spells, Snape's exclusive invention was really not suitable for teaching non-Slytherin friends.And most of Snape's inventions were in the Dark Arts, something Hermione was as terribly untalented as she was in Quidditch.

"Harry, do you also think Lockhart is a big liar?" Ron said dissatisfied with Hermione's ignorance of him, and pulled Harry to seek an ally.

"I just know that I can't figure out what he wants to do more and more. Think about who invited him. Will Dumbledore let an idiot teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? Last year's Quirrell also looked weak, But that was his deliberate disguise." Harry said to Ron seriously: "We must learn to see the essence through appearances, and we must not be deceived by appearances."

作者有话要说：Angela曼扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2018-12-2512:03:12

Angela曼扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2018-12-2512:03:30

Thank you, Angelman, bow~

读者“555”,灌溉营养液+12018-12-2517:15:04

读者“雷鸣之切”,灌溉营养液+52018-12-2512:27:02

Thank you two friends~