At the beginning of the new semester, the little wizards were confident that they would surpass the discipline group.
There are so many people in each of their colleges, but only a few in the disciplinary team.
But soon, they discovered that they were wrong, and very wrong.
In the Charms class, the know-it-all Miss Granger answered almost every question raised by Professor Flitwick. Not to mention how happy Professor Flitwick was, he kept chasing and giving Miss Granger extra points.
In the Transfiguration Spell class, it was still Miss Granger who took over all of Professor McGonagall's questions and spellcasting demonstrations. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was not like Professor Flitwick, who gave extra points but not exaggeratedly.
In Potions class, Potter and Malfoy competed with each other and stole Professor Snape's points. This was fine, but Snape deducted points from Harry for Gryffindor, which was a bit excessive. It's just that the little wizards don't dare to question Professor Snape's decision.
In the herbal medicine class, even Neville, the most inconspicuous member of the discipline group, continued to gain points from Professor Sprout.
Of course, there is also a Gryffindor boy named Robert. This guy is like a big bastard and can get a few points in every subject.
As for Mr. Dursley, he almost never answered actively this year, but if professors asked him, he could answer their questions very accurately. So far, he has never seen anything that he can't do.
Even History of Magic, which can make people fall into sleep after listening to a few sentences, has fallen. Professor Binns has almost become a special score provider for the discipline group, providing them with a steady stream of scores.
In just a few days, the score obtained by the disciplinary team was already as high as that of the other four colleges combined, crushing the young wizards with an extremely strong attitude.
The disciplinary team is so scary!
This made the little wizards who already had a good impression of the discipline team even more yearning for it.
This lasted until Friday.
Gryffindor and Slytherin had Defense Against the Dark Arts class together on Friday, which was the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.
Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Most of the garlic smell left over from last semester has been eliminated, but if you smell it carefully, there is still a faint smell.
I don’t know what brand of garlic Chilo used to make the lingering fragrance linger for a long time.
"How about another wizard card?" a young Gryffindor wizard suggested.
The other Gryffindor, although very moved by the proposal, refused.
"No, no, Professor Lockhart will be here soon. I don't have enough time to fight again."
Nowadays, wizard cards have replaced wizard chess, and there is a faint tendency to surpass Quidditch, becoming the favorite of young wizards.
A joy that even adults can’t resist, let alone children?
Almost everyone at Hogwarts is a card player, and almost everyone knows one or two hands, even Slytherin is no exception.
"I promised to earn points for Gryffindor before. Don't worry, I have memorized all Professor Lockhart's methods of subduing enemies. I will definitely not let some people take the spotlight this time."
The Gryffindor was full of confidence as he spoke and looked towards where Dudley and others were.
Forget about other subjects, I will never lose in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"If the gap is so big, let's forget it. If you have time, why not play more wizard cards." Gryffindor, who had spoken before, muttered in a low voice, then turned around and started playing cards with the others.
In fact, he was full of confidence at first until he was beaten by Neville's rich knowledge of herbal medicine in the herbal medicine class. Then he gave up decisively.
Not even comparable to the humble Neville, let alone anyone else.
Anyway, he is just a little loser. Who is great or not has nothing to do with him.
It's so comfortable to lie flat on.
"Here we come, Professor Lockhart is here." Someone shouted from outside the door, and the messy little wizards among the teachers sat back in their seats, waiting for their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
I don’t know if he was planning to leave a good impression on the young wizards during the first lesson. Lockhart’s dress today was rare and not as flashy as usual. Well, it was just a very simple and sexy pink and purple dress in his opinion. apparel.
Lockhart walked into the classroom and found the little wizards sitting neatly in the classroom. He nodded with satisfaction and cleared his throat. He picked up a copy of "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.
"I," he pointed hard at the photo of himself on it, showing his big shining white teeth: "Gilderoy Lockhart, third-class Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, five-time winner of Wizards Weekly "The Most Charming Smile Award - But I don't talk about that. I don't rely on my smile to drive away all the female ghosts!"
He didn't talk about it, but in fact he said a long list of titles to the little wizards as if they were telling them the names of dishes.
"I see you all bought my complete set of books. That's great. I thought we'd do a little test today."
When Lockhart said he needed to take a test first, the eyes of the Gryffindor who was bound to score points shone brightly.
"Don't be afraid. Just see how well you read and how much you understand."
Lockhart said and took out a large pile of papers. It was obvious that the small test he was talking about was a written test. He quickly handed out the papers and walked back to the lecture hall, holding his hands on the table: "I give you thirty minutes. The best answer is I will give extra points as a reward!"
This time, I, Honey Watt, have decided on the points.
I have memorized all of Professor Lockhart's combat techniques, and I want to get full marks this time.
Watt opened the test paper confidently and picked up his pen.
A minute later, he still maintained the posture of holding the pen.
Three minutes later, he still maintained his pen-raising posture.
Another five minutes passed and he gave up thinking.
The questions on the paper were indeed related to Lockhart, but they were not the Defense Against the Dark Arts content as he imagined: 1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? 2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition? 3． What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date? 54． When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday gift?
What the hell are these questions? Is it related to Defense Against the Dark Arts?
Watt was so angry that he wanted to eat the paper.
But when he thought about it again, he wasn't that angry.
'I don't believe it. I can't answer it, but your disciplinary team can answer it? If you can get full marks, I will eat this table with salt. '
Half an hour later, Lockhart put the papers away and looked through them in front of the whole class.
"Gee. It's really disappointing. Almost no one remembers my favorite color. I mentioned it in "A Year with XZ Snowman""
Lockhart didn't seem to be very satisfied with the results of this test, but soon this dissatisfaction turned into surprise: "What surprised me was that one paper actually got full marks and answered almost all the questions correctly! Let me Look which little wizard is so powerful."
Lockhart screamed out even more surprised when he saw the name on the test paper.
"Durth? Dudley Dursley."
I'm done, I'm done
I'm convinced!
From then on, Gryffin had a little wizard who worked hard to win points, and a salty fish who played cards every day to pass the time.
(End of chapter)
