Chapter 50: You have a brain like your mother (please read~)

Ron looked at Hermione in fear.

The other young wizards who understood and vaguely guessed Lockhart's character also had complicated expressions.

Miss Granger has always been smart.

How could she...

"The other students are very sorry." Lockhart put down the test paper in his hand, "If you could be as outstanding as Miss Granger and Mr. Potter, you could know all my secrets."

"Then you will definitely become as good as them."

The little wizards hesitated.

Granger and Potter are the two best little wizards in the first year. There is no doubt about this. Is what Lockhart said actually right?

The purpose of this test paper is not because he is narcissistic, but it is really a test?

"As your first lesson of the semester." Lockhart bent down and took out a cage covered with cloth from under the podium, "I will take you to see the most dangerous, evil, and terrifying creatures in the magical world.

"

"Yeah, I'm still not used to the explosions you caused." Harry nodded.

Compared to Hermione.

"We have to try to see where we are now."

Seamus walked beside Harry: "Can you believe it? In the first period of class, I filled out a stupid questionnaire and was teased by a group of elves."

That is indeed Kaer Morhen.

They either grabbed the little wizard's textbooks and threw them everywhere, or they tore Lockhart's poster off the wall, tore it into pieces and scattered them all over the sky. Some of them broke the glass and rushed out.

"They are nimble, cunning and lively. They will be a good training target for you."

They are not dark magical creatures and are almost harmless, but they are just too naughty.

"You can use any method you can think of to defend yourself." Snape said in a low tone, "You must have someone who can resist..."

He was about to recite the second spell.

He didn't even finish his words.

"Is there any professor who is more likely to score points than Lockhart?"

There is no need to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Snape gritted his teeth: "You are still in the mood to be sharp-tongued. It seems that you have underestimated today's lesson."

"Don't have any emotions, throw away all thoughts, and restrain yourself - Legilimency!"

The office swayed in front of him, the light and shadow were dim, the Wolf Sect Witcher Castle, and the corner of Kaer Morhen appeared in his field of vision...

Lockhart sent these little wizards away with a dry boast.

"It's not something difficult to deal with."

Seamus gritted his teeth: "Hey, you can't say that. My spellcasting is much more stable now, and I haven't done it a few times in Transfiguration class."

He had read it carefully in Lockhart's class.

He was only seven or eight inches tall, with a livid complexion and a face that looked like a crushed melon seed. His personality was as bad as his appearance. When exposed to the light, he would immediately start chirping angrily and shouting in a shrill and harsh voice.

They were roughly stuffed back into the cage.

"Then you..." Seamus hesitated. He didn't think it was the case. Hermione didn't have the fanaticism of other little witches. She just got full marks...

Harry huddled in his dormitory to deal with the materials, and waited until night before going out to find Snape.

"Wait a minute, you can't do this!" The Sorting Hat panicked, "There are too many. We agreed that textbooks won't do..."

The cage opens.

Harry's face was expressionless.

"And this Mr. Weasley." Lockhart continued, "I would like to add ten points to each of you for your outstanding performance!"

"Take out your wand."

This made him very angry.

Hermione shook her head: "How is that possible!"

"Pfft." A little wizard couldn't help laughing.

He simply took off his robe and cast a transformation spell to turn it into a fishing net. He waved it with a floating spell and soon caught a bag.

"I earned 60 points last year, but it took me more than one school year."

An elf rushed over, snatched the wand away, threw it out the window, smiled playfully at him, and made faces.

Axis!

Harry raised his hand, instinctively releasing the seal.

The house elves at Hogwarts don't let the roads grow covered with moss.

Crunch——

Take action suddenly.

Those sitting in the front row tried their best to move back, fearing that their face would be splashed with blood later.

The little elf inside was like crazy, swooping out, showing its teeth and claws, and flying around.

Harry shook his head and got free.

Soon, all the elves in the room were caught.

"Potter." Snape stood, "Have you read the notes I gave you?"

Hermione stood up and cast a freezing spell to freeze the two elves, and then cast a petrifying spell to freeze an elf that was coming towards her with great momentum and wanted to steal the wand.

Lockhart said nothing, looking at Harry in fear and expectancy.

Harry nodded and continued to sit.

"Especially Miss Granger, and..."

I chanted an unknown incantation, but nothing happened.

A group of elves.

Harry picked up the textbook and stuffed it into the sorting hat.

Saturday is still a busy day.

Snape clenched his wand, his knuckles turned white and his face turned dark: "It seems that using your brain is a very difficult thing for you. It took you so long to do it."

Shrunken, ugly versions of the Weasley brothers.

Harry said expressionlessly: "That is indeed my home."

After dinner, go back to the common room.

In the field of vision, Harry came back from the office, took a deep breath, and cold sweat fell from his forehead - this is Legilimency? Not only current thoughts, but also past experiences can be peeked into?

This seems...makes sense?

Although Lockhart's pretentious face troubled him, when he thought about... those were Gryffindor's fractional gems, he immediately felt that he looked kind and kind.

The get out of class bell rang at the right time.

She stretched out her left hand and spread all the fingers. Harry handed her an index finger and added: "Sixty points! A full sixty points!"

Snape gritted his teeth: "Come again!"

"Legilimency!"

The accuracy of Ron's spell was not that high. After several spells, he failed to hit an elf and even almost had his wand taken away.

Ron hesitated and announced his name: "Ron Weasley."

Ron rubbed his face and muttered dissatisfied: "Hell, I really believed what he said."

"Very good, but I don't mind reminding you again." Snape said quietly, "Occlumency is a magic that requires you to control your head, thoughts, and emotions."

But no little wizard paid attention to him. They were all in a panic to protect their textbooks, hats, robes, or themselves.

Photos found in Potter's old house - Lily and James hugging their newborn self with bright faces; their wedding ceremony took place in front of a lake, kissing passionately...

Harry didn't listen, picked up Ron and Hermione's books and stuffed them into his hat too.

"Please stay quiet and don't anger them." Lockhart lowered his voice and slowly opened the cloth on the cage, revealing the creatures imprisoned inside.

As he spoke, he paused and looked at Hermione: "Granger, are you also a Lockhart fan?"

Lockhart raised his wand.

he thinks…

"Mrs. Potter too?" Harry asked.
To be continued...