"Long time no see, Hermione."
The classroom was already filled with most of the students. After finding a seat and sitting down, Harry realized that the person beside him was immersed in reading.
"Long time no see, Harry, how was your holiday?"
Hermione, who was slightly surprised, closed the half-read book in her hand. She was reading Lockhart's "Voyage with the Vampire".
After not seeing each other for half a year, Hermione had not changed much. She seemed to be enjoying her days studying in Ravenclaw. She was in great spirits and even had a little blush on her face.
"Where's your book?"
As always, Hermione always liked to ask questions like a machine gun. When she saw Harry going to class empty-handed, she said nervously: "Did you forget it in the dormitory? You should go back and get it. I don't know Lockhart." Professor, would you like to read it with me later? By the way, which book is your favorite? I feel like”
This nagging like an old lady doesn't bother Harry. He doesn't hear it every day. It's quite interesting to hear it occasionally. If Hermione really regarded herself as a stranger, would she be as nagging as she is now?
"So which question should I answer first?"
There was a hint of joking on his face, and Hermione, who knew she had made a mistake, smiled sheepishly, revealing a pair of shining front teeth.
"I heard that you had some trouble with Professor Lockhart in Diagon Alley?"
"It's not really a contradiction." Harry waved his hand, "I just look down on him unilaterally."
Seeing Hermione's eyes widening in disbelief, Harry shrugged helplessly: "He wanted to get me to take pictures and help him promote his new book. I'm not a fool. I was so enthusiastic when we met. I could figure it all out with my little finger." There must be something fishy in it."
"No?" Hermione whispered suspiciously, "Isn't Professor Lockhart a very famous writer?"
"Then you heard his name last year?"
"But I just came to the wizarding world last year."
"Yes, but you know me, not him."
Harry's words blocked all Hermione's rebuttals, "It goes without saying who takes advantage of whose fame, right?"
"Okay." Hermione pursed her lips, "Even so, you can't say his books are children's books, right?"
"Werewolves are dangerous, so are vampires, those"
"There are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. I don't know about vampires, but there are werewolves."
Harry's sudden words gave Hermione goosebumps.
"Really?" she asked cautiously.
"I even had dinner with them. Dumbledore allowed them to stay in the Forbidden Forest. These werewolves have no intention of harming others. After all, they are the victims. If there is a chance, I will break them." Give them the limbs of Fenrir Clayburgh to vent their anger."
"Fenrir is... the infamous werewolf? The guy who disguised himself as a beggar and tricked the Ministry of Magic?"
Whenever Hermione has free time, she spends time in the library reading. She knows a little about Fenrir, the notorious werewolf. At least half of the werewolves in England are infected by him. This guy is a pure antisocial lunatic. , the death penalty is a mercy to him.
"Yes, he is pretty good." Harry nodded, "If I invite a werewolf to come to Hogwarts to assist Lockhart in class, do you think he can perform a close range knockdown of a werewolf with his bare hands, and then use the transformation Or force him to change from wolf state back to his original form?"
The werewolf's transformation can be temporarily reversed with magic spells, but it is easy to break free, because this is a method similar to human body transformation. After the werewolf's transformation, his magic resistance is much higher than that of the wizard, and even higher than that of Hagrid. The horned camel beast killed by Zhu is a little weaker, and it requires three or five ordinary wizards to join forces to deal with it, but its physical resistance is not good. After the transformation, its physique is enhanced, but its strength is limited.
"I'm not kidding when I punch a werewolf. I actually beat him up. That guy didn't like to take a bath, and the smell of his feet irritated me, so I pushed him to the ground and beat him up. I threw the water in and washed him clean inside and out. ”
Hermione burst out laughing, Harry's description was really hard to explain.
But soon, they stopped talking. As the class bell rang, the already full classroom fell silent. Lockhart strode into the classroom and let the wind blow up his robe. He turned around and stood still. on the podium.
Lockhart picked up a copy of his new book "Magical Me" and then spoke coolly.
"I," he pointed to his photo on the cover of the book and said with a wink, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin 3rd Class, honorary member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, five-time winner of "Wizard Weekly" Award for the most charming smile - but I don’t talk about it, I don’t rely on my smile to drive away Wan Lun’s female ghosts!”
Although he said he didn't care, the iconic business smile still said 'I feel very honored about this' on his face.
He seemed to be waiting for everyone to laugh. Lockhart, who thought his speech just now was interesting, held his head high, but there was no echoing laughter, only a few people smiled faintly.
"professor!"
Rolf, who was holding back a smirk in his heart, raised his hand high. He sat next to Harry and Hermione, and of course he listened to their chat. Compared to other Hufflepuff students, Rolf's personality was actually a bit different. To escape, his grandfather Newt was not a law-abiding student when he was in school. Although he was expelled in the end because he helped others take the blame, he was definitely not an honest student.
That courage is great, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to New York to get involved in things, let alone do anything to peel off Obscurus.
Seeing that Lockhart was unhappy, he bravely became the dumb boy in today's class.
"your name?"
Lockhart, who only focused on introducing himself when he first came up, hadn't even had time to name anyone. Maybe he had already forgotten about it.
"Rolf Scamander."
"Okay, Mr. Scamander, what's your problem?"
Lockhart asked with a smile, showing the gentleness of a teacher.
"Professor Lockhart, have you really dealt with a werewolf? You brought down a werewolf in a phone booth?"
Rove, who had a look of obvious admiration on his face, spoke loudly in a slightly exaggerated tone. But when he saw Rove's 'sincere' eyes, Lockhart's vanity seemed to gain a little. satisfy.
"Ah, of course, Mr. Scamander."
Lockhart spoke in a brisk tone, showing a pointing expression.
"You must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves", right?"
"That's a wonderful story, a thrilling adventure. Of course, I don't recommend you to try to imitate it. After all, werewolves are very evil creatures. Without enough preparation or strength, they will bring great misfortune to people. .”
"Professor, you must be very powerful, right?" Rolf, who continued to hold Lockhart, turned red with excitement, "You must be very easy to deal with werewolves, right? You can calmly deal with such dangerous situations, He is truly a great adventurer!”
"This is just an insignificant part of my wonderful adventure journey." Lockhart waved his hand pretending to be reserved, "But I am also happy to share these small adventures with you to enrich people's somewhat boring lives. After all, not everyone Everyone has the courage to take the first step into the unknown.”
There was some commotion in the classroom, and Lockhart's smile softened as he felt the many looks directed at him.
Just when he was about to ask Luo Fu, the little fan, to sit down and continue his lesson, Luo Fu, who could no longer restrain his crooked smile, lowered his head slightly and said in a pitiful tone:
"Professor, please save Hogwarts!"
"We're in big trouble at school, and I think you're the only one who can help us!"
"What did you say?!"
Lockhart suddenly showed a hint of excitement on his face and immediately became energetic.
"Werewolf."
Lockhart's excited smile stiffened slightly.
"There are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. Every time at night, the howling of wolves that echoes under the night always makes me unable to sleep." Luofu, who pinched his waist hard, turned red when he raised his head. Tears almost welled up.
"I didn't want to go back to Hogwarts to study this semester. I didn't have a good night's sleep last year. But I heard that you were coming to school to teach us this year, so I plucked up the courage to come. You, I'm back at Hogwarts."
"Sure enough, Professor Lockhart, you did not disappoint me!"
Rolf leaned out excitedly, stared at Lockhart with his red eyes, and said eagerly: "Please help me to deal with the terrible monster that threatens Hogwarts and what you did on the adventure. Same, get rid of the werewolves and bring peace and tranquility to Hogwarts, Professor!"
Harry and the others who were watching Rove's performance were already pinching their thighs and trying to suppress their laughter. This kid seemed to be even more damaged than they imagined. Lockhart, who was pushed up on the high platform, was a little unable to move forward or retreat because he was The one who knows best how much he weighs.
"Ahaha" Lockhart laughed dryly, "Why are there werewolves in Hogwarts? You must have heard wrong. They are wild wolves, wild wolves. I also heard that sound last night, but..."
Lockhart, who was talking nonsense, tried to comfort the poor loyal fan in front of him.
"The sounds of werewolves and wolves are very similar. If you don't have rich experience, you won't be able to tell them apart."
Lockhart, who kept searching for information about werewolves in his mind, found out that he really didn't seem to have any definite knowledge about werewolves, except... well... except for the full moon! Yes, the werewolf only transforms after the full moon!
"A werewolf only transforms after the full moon. How could it be howling every night? I'm sure that what I heard yesterday must be the cry of a wild wolf."
"But yesterday was the full moon."
Luo Fu, who spoke the truth without hesitation, had a puzzled look on his face.
"Ahem, cough, yes. Really?"
The expression on Lockhart's face was a little tense, and he could barely maintain a smile, but he still tried hard to change the subject.
"You can't hear the cry of werewolves during the full moon, so there are no werewolves in Hogwarts. Don't worry, Mr. Scamander, okay, now we have to do a small test."
"But behind you is"
Rolf, who had kicked Harry, pointed at Lockhart's back with a trembling finger, with a realistic look of horror on his face as if there was something really behind him.
Lockhart, with the hair on his back standing on end, stiffly said one word: "What?"
"The werewolf is right behind you." Rolf said in a hoarse and deep voice, "Professor."
The moment Lockhart turned his head suddenly, Harry pulled out the ebony wood and pulled the trigger like lightning. The transfiguration technique did not require reciting a spell at all. In silence, the desk in front of Lockhart was rapidly transformed, and a head tall The two-meter-two strong werewolf cast a huge black shadow.
Lockhart looked back and saw nothing. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a shadow covering his entire body enveloped him.
A furry paw gently placed on his shoulder, and then slowly applied force to straighten his shoulder bit by bit.
He saw a furry wolf face, yellow fangs like sharp saw teeth, and with a cruel smile, the strong werewolf opened his bloody mouth and bit him fiercely!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
The miserable screams resounded throughout the classroom. Under the gaze of all the little wizards, they smiled gracefully. The handsome professor fell to the ground as stiffly as a stick, making a muffled sound that was painful to hear.
This is truly a wonderful Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.
(End of chapter)
