Joel did not relax after learning the Animagus. Every morning he would go to the Black Lake to change his form and practice his flying skills. Thanks to his super understanding, he could fly well in just two days.
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It’s ten o’clock on Thursday morning, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Lockhart was waiting there early, wearing a sky-blue cloak, his hair was neatly styled, and he showed his white teeth.
This third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taught by the Eagle Academy and the Badger Academy together. Many girls started to become obsessed with Lockhart when they saw Lockhart's charming face, while the boys had nothing to do with this person who stole the attention of the girls in the academy.
Good impression.
"Good morning, my dear classmates, everyone must know the outstanding contributions I have made to the magical world, right?"
Lockhart raised his chest slightly and said to the students present, "I, Gilderoy Lockhart, am the third-level holder of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, and also..."
He mentioned a long list of titles, the most famous of which was the Order of Merlin - the top wizarding organization recognized by the global wizarding world.
Hearing this, Marietta, who was sitting next to Haylis, had an expression of fascination on her face.
Haylis couldn't stand it, "Mary, don't show that expression. Joel and his friends have the third-level Order of Merlin in their first grade."
The expression on Marietta's face changed rapidly, and the low-pitched discussions of several classmates around her reached her ears intermittently.
"That's true. It doesn't sound like it's a big deal."
"Yes, students at the same level as us have no lower achievements than this Lockhart..."
Lockhart's hearing level is not bad, he can at least distinguish nine pounds and fifteen pence.
He pursed his lips, feeling a little unhappy, and then took out a stack of papers from under the podium.
"He won't have a test in the first class, right?" Eddie asked his roommate, "That would change my impression of him. I thought Lockhart would brag about how he got good grades in the first class.
The place where female ghosts live.”
Allen straightened his back, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. He didn't like Lockhart, he simply enjoyed the exam. He liked the pleasure of testing the knowledge he had learned.
Joel looked at the test paper handed out by Professor Lockhart. Sure enough, the title of the test paper was "50 Questions About the Life of Gilderoy Lockhart", which made him want to laugh when he heard it.
What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition, when is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what is his ideal birthday gift?
Joel's eyes darkened, and the faces of the three roommates beside him turned dark when they received the test paper. Allen's shoulders slumped as he was eager to take the test, Eddie had a serious expression on his face, and Sergey
He snorted coldly and put the paper back on the table.
Joel blindly submitted a few answers and submitted them directly. He did not expect that Lockhart would be publicly executed. He carefully checked each student's test paper and corrected the mistakes.
"This is not acceptable. Mr. Joel Taylor actually said that I like the color red." Lockhart flipped through the paper for a while before it was Joel's turn. "My favorite color is lilac, and my ideal birthday gift..."
"
"Mr. Taylor thinks that I am too vulgar. Of course, of course... the Order of Merlin, First Class is also among my life goals." Lockhart turned to the second page of the test paper and said in the gentlest voice: "But
My biggest goal in life is to let wizards and Muggles live in harmony, and my wish is world peace."
When Lockhart said these words, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was bright and charming. The pretty faces of several female students in the audience turned red.
The boys felt disgusted.
It took Lockhart an entire class to finish grading the test papers of the entire class.
"This is not possible. It seems that your understanding of me is not perfect." Lockhart frowned and used his fingers to brush the bright blond hair on his forehead. "This morning, the second-year Miss Granger's set of papers was...
Got full marks.”
When he said the last sentence, he was quite smug.
"Can this set of papers get full marks?" Eddie couldn't help complaining after class, "I suspect that Granger is Lockhart's clone."
Speaking of Hermione Granger, in the Gryffindor common room, Ron was complaining to her about his dissatisfaction after finishing his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.
"You saw all the lessons this morning, right?" Ron blushed and said, "That idiot Lockhart can't even handle a bunch of Cornish elves! I really can't understand that you actually admire such a person!
"
In the morning class at 8 o'clock this morning, Lockhart not only brought a test question about himself to the second grade students, but also a cage of Cornish elves. After releasing these naughty elves,
Lockhart was helpless and evacuated the classroom directly, leaving the second-year students to battle wits with the elves. Finally, he relied on Hermione's spell to catch the troublemakers back in the cage.
Not to be outdone, Hermione raised her head and responded, "What do you know? Professor Lockhart obviously wants to train our abilities!"
"As a second-year student, I can use the freezing spell to restrain all the elves in Cornwall. How could Professor Lockhart not be able to do that!"
Her words were resounding.
Harry next to Ron looked at each other and sighed. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that an adult wizard would be disarmed by a group of elves and even have his wand taken away.
"I really don't know what's good about him," Ron said reluctantly, looking up at Hermione and muttering, "It's just a third-level Merlin Order. There are more than five fingers in Hogwarts Castle who have this medal."
I think those few books of his are all made up."
This is indeed true. Not only the four CLBT people in Hogwarts Castle have received the Order of Merlin, the third degree, but the deans of the four colleges, Professor Dumbledore and several elective course professors also have the Order of Merlin. After all, they are also
One of the three major magic schools in Europe, it has a profound foundation.
As a digression, Russia's Колдовсторец magic school is actually stronger than these three schools in terms of overall strength, but they like to be alone and do not communicate with the outside world. For some special reasons, most Western European wizards
Leave this Eastern European school out of the equation.
"How is that possible?" Hermione became anxious when she heard this. "I have read Professor Lockhart's seven books carefully several times, and there are many details that I would never have written down if I had not personally experienced them!"
"Okay, okay," Ron felt that he was no match for the sharp-tongued Hermione, "If you say yes, then that's it, okay?"
"Lockhart is the best, Lockhart is the strongest, stronger than Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore!" Ron changed his mind. Instead of confronting him head-on, he became arrogant.
Professor McGonagall heard these words as soon as she entered the Gryffindor common room door, and her lips tightened tightly.
"Mr. Weasley," she said in the coldest voice possible, "if you are so free, I hope you will practice Transfiguration more. Your final grade last school year was only an A."
"Next time you write 5 inches more for the Transfiguration homework, that's okay, right?"
Ron nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Two weeks have passed, and Lockhart's popularity in Hogwarts has dropped to its lowest point. He can make a fool of himself in every class. Now, except for some die-hard fans (Miss Hermione Granger is one of them)
1), most students believe that Lockhart is an out-and-out idiot.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who have been teaching for two consecutive years have been extremely poor. In Eddie's words: Quirrell and Lockhart can't even compare to a hair of Professor White's.
Speaking of Professor White, she still keeps in touch with Joel, but the frequency of communication is much lower than before. There may only be three or four letters exchanged in a school year, and the content of their chats has gradually shifted from family-friendly to academic content.
Early on the Saturday morning of the second week of school, Haylis took Joel to the Quidditch pitch to watch her younger brother Bernie's selection for the team.
Hailis held the tome in one hand and held her boyfriend in the other. The two sat side by side in the first row of the stands.
As soon as she sat down, Hailis saw that the selection competition had not started yet, so she opened the book and started to review.
Now she doesn't give up any free time, business management, basic courses at Hogwarts, and a relationship. She has to maintain them all. She opens her eyes all day long to study, and doesn't put down her books until the lights go out in the dormitory.
"Okay, okay..." Joel couldn't stand it anymore and took out Haylis' book. "Studying also requires skills and methods. Only by combining work and rest can you get twice the result with half the effort."
"Today is the Quidditch tryout that your brother has been thinking about for a long time. You can also relax and relax. It won't be long." Joel advised with a smile.
Haylis smiled and nodded.
Not long after, a group of people in red cloaks walked into the Quidditch pitch holding broomsticks.
"What's going on?" Joel frowned.
"Huh?" Haylis looked away from the clouds in the sky, "Why are the Gryffindor players here?"
"I remember Bernie told me that the selection was this Saturday?" Haylis blinked. Could it be that she was too obsessed with books at the time and accidentally remembered the wrong date?
However, the Slytherin players soon walked in from another entrance of the stadium, wearing green cloaks and marching majestically as if they were relatives.
The two teams were at war with each other and talking dirty words. Joel and Haylis could hear the two groups fighting for the space from a distance.
"Quick, go down and take a look." Haylis was a little anxious. With sharp eyes, she saw Slytherins and Gryffindors pushing and shoving each other, fearing that something would happen to Bernie.
The two of them ran towards the center of the field. There were also many Gryffindor students rushing down from the stands opposite. Slytherin and Gryffindor were at odds with each other, and the students usually didn't deal with them. At this moment, there were no professors watching, so it was easy.
School violence breaks out.
"I asked Professor McGonagall to book the right to use the venue this morning!" Gryffindor's bulky captain Wood said angrily, "This is the approval document Professor McGonagall gave us..."
"Sorry," Slytherin captain Marcus Flint smiled sinisterly, took out a note from his arms and read: "I, Professor S. Snape, give permission to the Slytherin Quidditch team
Training will be held on the Quidditch pitch on the morning of September 13th to train their new players."
"New players?" Captain Wood frowned, but Slytherin's Quidditch results last year were not ideal, so reinforcements are a must.
"Malfoy!" Gryffindor's seeker Harry also has an "old enemy indicator". As long as his old enemy Malfoy appears around, he can attract all his energy to it. Just like now, he can easily
It took no effort to spot Malfoy hiding behind several tall Slytherins.
Malfoy had a smug smile on his pale face, "You didn't expect that, Potter? We will meet on the court this year, and then you will know how good I am."
"That's right!" Bernie also stood up, "You were just lucky enough to beat us last year. Let's see if you can have the last laugh this year!"
The Weasley twins didn't show any signs of weakness and just choked back.
"Come on Malfoy, I don't think you can compare to the Seeker from last year."
Malfoy's cheeks turned red with anger, "Oh... aren't these the Weasley brothers?"
His eyes rested on the Sweep Seven Star No. 5 in the hands of the Weasley twins, "Tsk tsk tsk...Sweep Seven Star, this is an antique from more than ten years ago, right?"
The Slytherin students laughed loudly and showed off their broomsticks in front of the Gryffindors - all the latest model Nimbus 2001.
"It's much faster than the Nimbus 2000 in Potter's hand. As for Sweeping Seven Stars? I guess it can't even see the shadow of Nimbus 2001!"
"The brooms in the hands of the six of them are all sponsored by Mr. Malfoy," Bernie raised the broom in his hand with a teasing smile, "and my parents bought me this one..."
"After all, the Selwyn family is considered powerful in the British wizarding world." Malfoy put his hand on Bernie's shoulder, showing a close relationship. "It's not like some pure-blood traitor families. They probably won't be able to exchange their belongings even if they sell them off."
Here’s Nimbus 2001.”
The spectators in the stands also ran down from the stands at this time.
"Come on Malfoy, Selwyn, your behavior of paying money to enter the Quidditch team through the back door is really disgusting! Unlike Harry, he was hired by Professor McGonagall entirely based on his true ability.
"Ron's face was extremely pale. He was most annoyed by others making irresponsible remarks about his family.
"We Slytherins never seek connections through the back door." Bernie jumped angrily, "Speaking of seeking connections, I think your Seeker Potter was the one who entered the team last year through connections!"
"Hogwarts stipulates that only second-year students and above can join the Quidditch team. Don't you know how he participated in the game last year?"
He also entered school in the same year as Harry Potter, and watched helplessly as Professor McGonagall made an unusual request to Principal Dumbledore, allowing Harry to become the youngest Quidditch player in the past century, stealing the limelight last year.
Bernie believed that his Quidditch skills were no worse than Potter's. When he thought about this, he felt a fire in his heart. At this time, he was actually being accused of seeking connections through the back door, and his words became more and more mean.
"Weasley, are you afraid that you can't compete with us? It doesn't matter. I still have an obsolete Nimbus 2000 there. As long as you apologize to us and admit that Potter is the Quidditch team who found connections and entered through the back door.
I will give that broom to you."
Hermione couldn't help it anymore, "Is this the way you self-proclaimed wizard nobles behave? Are you always sarcastic and giving alms to others? Speaking of which, Malfoy, how are you preparing for your father's hearing?"
"None of your business." Malfoy raised his eyes impatiently. He also knew that his father had been troubled by a lot in the past two months.
"That's right, you're a smelly little mudblood with big teeth, no one wants to talk to you." Bernie blurted out.