Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 37: Farce

　　 After lunch, they took a short nap and went to the transformation class. In every sense, Professor McGonagall’s transformation class was one of the most difficult courses. Today she asked the students to turn a beetle into a button. Crabbe and Gore behaved directly like two Muggles. Facing the agile beetle, they couldn't even hold their wands clumsy.

　　 As for Pansy, there are still a few feet left around the buttons she turned out. She is running around on the table. Most of the students are not doing very well, as if they had a vacation after returning home. All the learned knowledge leaked from the brain. Professor McGonagall's expression was serious. Only when she passed Malfoy's table did her frowning brow slowly unfold. The buttons he conjured were exquisite and beautiful. There was no trace of the beetle.

　　 "Slythering adds ten points." Professor McGonagall said approvingly.

　　 "Seriously, I really don't know the use of learning these." After class, Pansy complained to Malfoy in the hallway. "Although I don't like Muggles, sometimes it's good to use them. No one really puts a beetle on the body as a button, right? Just buy it when you need it."

　　 Malfoy frowned and didn’t know how to change her mind. No one knew what would happen in the future. Even if he himself had changed so much history, maybe the future development he knew would change. It may be beyond recognition. Anyone can participate in the battle. Now every element of the basic composition is very important to ordinary students.

　　 "Pansy." Malfoy shouted solemnly, and was about to instill some correct ideas into her, but was interrupted again.

　　 "Today's black magic class actually wants us to go with Gryffindor." Pansy took out a piece of paper and glanced at it. "Come on, I don't want to sit with that bunch of people, maybe we should choose a good place?" As he said, he took him to the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class quickly, without giving him a chance to speak.

　　 Malfoy could only be dragged away by her helplessly.

　　When I arrived in the classroom, the class had not yet started. As a result, the classroom was almost full. Almost all girls. The rest of the talents came in slowly before the bell rang. The seats looked distinct and Gryffindor occupied one side. , Slytherin took the other side.

　　 After the class sat down, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to calm everyone down. He reached out and picked up Neville Longbottom's "Walk with the Troll" in his hand, showing the picture of himself blinking on the cover.

　　 "I," he pointed to his photo, and blinked his eyes and said, "Gidlow Lockhart, the Merlin Medal of the Third Class, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, won the "Witcher Weekly" five times. Charming smile award-but I don't put that on my lips, I don't use a smile to drive away Wan Lun's ghost!"

　　 He waited for everyone to laugh, a few of them smiled faintly, and Malfoy also looked at him with a playful smile.

　　 Then he sent a paper to everyone. The questions mentioned above were all about his personal preferences, for example:

　　1. What color is Gidero Lockhart's favorite?

　　2. What is Gidro Lockhart's secret ambition?

　　3. What do you think is Gidro Lockhart's greatest achievement so far? And so on, three sides of the paper.

　　 "A waste of life." Malfoy murmured. Just wrote a sentence on the test paper, and then began to think about his own business, such as how to make Pansy fall in love with learning, or who is the criminal who took the black book.

　　Ron and Harry looked a little dazed. They almost didn’t understand the teacher at all. They only knew that he liked to show off a little bit. Seeing Hermione's pen flying, they could only mention their quill. But this pen seems to be extremely important, and it can't be put down after it is mentioned. This is almost the case for most male compatriots. They grabbed their ears and cheeks and couldn't start. Harry even felt that he would rather do the questions about potions now. After all, except for Snape, he actually didn't hate the potions class too much, at least those answers could be found in books.

　　 Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper up and looked through it in front of the class.

　　 "Tsk tsk-almost no one remembers my favorite lilac color. I mentioned it in "A Year With XC Snowman"." He commented on everyone's test papers. The male students are bored, while the female students We all listened attentively, and suddenly Lockhart mentioned Hermione's name, which shocked her.

　　".. But Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to eliminate the evil in the world and sell my own series of hair conditioners-good girl! In fact, one" he turned her paper over , "One hundred points! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

　　 Hermione raised a trembling hand. "Excellent!" Lockhart said with a smile, "Very good! Give Gryffindor ten points!

　　 "Yeah." Lockhart continued to scroll down the test paper, and suddenly his brows wrinkled, as if he had seen a blank scroll. But his brows stretched quickly again, and he smiled heartily: "Slytherin plus twenty points, Mr. Draco's answer is perfect, but this is a secret between me and him. I can't tell you what he wrote." Lockhart said with a big smile, and winked in the direction of Malfoy's seat.

　　 Hermione, who was immersed in joy just now, was in a daze when she heard this familiar name. She looked in the direction of Malfoy, only to find that he seemed to be in a daze.

　　 "Why can't I always find a chance to ask him clearly?" She thought about an incident that happened before. She asked herself that, but she knew that it was not a chance, but she didn't dare to think about it. Adding a lot of joy to the college seems to have been diluted a lot.

　　 Now, let’s get back to business..." Lockhart bent over from behind the podium and took out a large cage covered with a drape and placed it on the table.

　　"Now—be careful! My task is to teach you to resist the most evil things known in the magic world! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, You won’t be harmed in any way. I just ask you to stay calm."

　　 Harry couldn't help but stick his head out from behind a pile of books, wanting to take a good look at the cage. Lockhart put one hand on the hood, Neville in the first row shrank back, and Pansy moved a few steps toward the seat where Malfoy was.

　　 "I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "That will irritate them!"

　　The whole class held their breath, except for Malfoy. Lockhart lifted the hood afterwards.

　　 "Yes," he said acting like, "The Cornish elf just caught."

　　 A male student couldn't help but let out a sneer, and even Lockhart couldn't think it was a scream of horror.

　　 "Serious!" Lockhart said angrily, shaking his finger at him, "They are also cunning little spoilers like the devil!"

　　 Malfoy looked at the little elves in the cage. These little elves were iron-cyan, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp throats, as if many budgerigars were arguing. As soon as the cover was removed, they began to chirp, jump up and down, sway the cage, and make all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.

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

　　 This is a mess. The elf flies around like a rocket. Two of them grabbed Neville's ears and picked him up. A few others rushed out of the window and withdrew the broken glass from the back of the classroom. The rest wreaks havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and splashed them at the class, tore books and papers into shreds, tore off the pictures on the walls, raised the waste bin upside down, and threw school bags and textbooks out of the broken windows, and some Climbing onto the girls' heads and starting to pull their hair.

　　 "All petrification!" Malfoy stopped a few elves rushing towards him, helped Pansy out of the siege, and watched the play from the sidelines.

　　 "Come on, get them together, get them together, they are just little elves..." Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves and brandished his wand and shouted, "Pesch, Pixi, Pestronomi!"

　　 was totally ineffective. A little elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out the window. Lockhart took a deep breath and got under the podium table, almost hit by Neville, because in almost the same second, the chandelier could not bear to fall off.

　　 "This kind of strength can also be our defense against the Dark Arts teacher?" Pansy asked suspiciously. The same expression was written all over the faces of almost all the students. They also looked suspicious. The teachers were helpless to solve the problems that the students could barely solve, which made them suspicious.

　　 "Maybe his wand is broken." Hermione explained to him. "It's like Ron's." She added, "You've all read his book—think about the amazing things he did..."

　　 Some classmates agreed with Hermione’s statement, and the color on his face gradually disappeared, but Ron still muttered, “It’s just that he said he did it~IndoMTL.com~ After a while, the students will all The elf grabbed back the cage, even though it was a lot of effort.

　　 "It seems that your practice effect is very good." I don't know when, Lockhart got out of the table, and put on his own signature smile, as if nothing happened just now.

　　 Malfoy can only look at him with contempt.

　　 "Well, let me see. Just now, every elf caught can give their academy five points. Please come up and register." Noting that the atmosphere on the scene is a bit subtle, Lockhart began to transfer The topic, obviously he succeeded. Almost all the students have forgotten his ugly attitude and rushed to get points.

　　 "That's OK?" Malfoy was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a brazen person.

　　 After a while, the school bell finally rang, and a farce came to a close.

　　 "What did you write on the paper just now, I saw you didn't write a few words at all." Pansy asked Malfoy immediately after leaving the classroom, she was one of the few who was not interested in this teacher Girl, but this does not stop her curiosity.

　　 "Touted not to be eaten." Malfoy shrugged and said, "I just wrote on it: My mother accidentally put a large bottle of Ogden Aged Heat Whiskey in my luggage before school starts, you know Yes, minors cannot drink, so I would like to ask you to help me deal with it."

　　"Bride openly?" Pansy stared at him with wide eyes.

　　 "No, it's just a little bit of the students' affection for the teacher." Malfoy glanced at Lockhart and said sarcastically.

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