Chapter 50: Damn the Dream of Being a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

Lockhart was admitted to the school hospital again, less than three days since his last hospitalization.

This time the injury was more serious, but it was not a physical injury, but a psychological one!

Being bleeding from the anus by a beetle... This incident was not very harmful, but it was extremely humiliating, so much so that Lockhart wanted to die.

It only took an hour for all the teachers and students in the school to know about it, including the ghosts and the wizard portraits in the corners.

It could be said that the Whomping Willow was an accident last time, so what excuse should I make this time?

After Lockhart was admitted to the campus hospital, he did not dare to recall the scene at that time. The amount of bleeding, pain and shame made him want to give himself an amnesia spell immediately.

As long as he doesn't remember this, it means it didn't happen!

Many students have expressed doubts about Lockhart's ability. He can't even deal with a beetle. How can he accomplish the things claimed in the book?

Is it influenced by love?

Can you become a professor with this level? I can fuck me too!

Everyone was looking forward to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and wanted to see what other bad performances he could put up.

On Thursday morning, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The classroom that was once used by Quirrell has now been greatly changed:

There is a framed picture of Lockhart hanging on the wall, and there are also posters with his signature on the wall. This place is less like a classroom and more like a press conference.

After Rolf entered the classroom, he very wisely did not sit in the first row, but took Shirley and Neville to the last row.

As the bell rang, Lockhart walked into the classroom. His butt was healed and his expression was well managed. There was nothing unusual about him at this time.

He cleared his throat loudly, reached for a book he had written, and held it up in his hand, showing the winking photo on the cover.

"Me!" Lockhart pointed at himself and said with a smile, "Gilderoy Lockhart, I think everyone knows him."

"But you only have the most superficial understanding of me, limited to the labels that other wizards have given me...such as the recipient of the Order of Merlin, the best-selling author, and the magizoologist..."

Lockhart looked at the uninterested crowd and laughed.

"In the next year, I will abandon these false names and get along with you as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so that you can feel the real me up close!"

But only some students were applauding, and more people looked at him with suspicion.

"I know, something has happened recently." Lockhart said, still smiling:

"This is some wizards slandering me and the jealousy of my peers. They are jealous of my talent, reputation, and strength..."

"Professor Lockhart, who is it?" A little Ravenclaw girl answered the question in a timely manner, like a professional compliment.

Lockhart stretched out his hand to rub his hair, shook his head and sighed: "I won't name names. Everyone who understands understands. Even if you don't understand, you don't understand. There are too many interests involved..."

Lockhart pretended to be oppressed, but it must be said that these words were still effective for the twelve-year-old wizard.

Many students were really frightened.

Lockhart crossed his arms across his chest and said, showing a row of clean teeth: "In short, I only came to Hogwarts to do three things:

magic,

magic,

Still magic! "

"You are unfortunate and have never met a good Defense Against Dark Arts professor, but you are also lucky..."

Lockhart took a deep breath, stepped back, suddenly raised his wand, made a cool gesture, then winked at the students and said:

"I will teach you the most powerful magic!"

"Yes, yes, I know what you are thinking! 'He said it lightly, he is a genius, how can we learn the most powerful magic!'" Lockhart said seriously:

"But when I was twelve years old, I was as ordinary as you are now. Why have I achieved what I have today?"

Lockhart moved his arm and pointed at his chest, and said loudly:

"One word says: heart.

Be attentive! You can learn any magic. "

After talking nonsense, Lockhart took out a cage covered with a cloth and placed it on the podium. He lowered his voice and said:

"You are about to face the most terrifying evil creature in the world, but remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed in any way. You must stay calm."

Many students held their breath, but as the cover was lifted, a group of livid magical creatures were revealed.

The group of magical creatures were only twenty centimeters tall and were all indigo. Although they had no wings, they could fly freely. They kept hitting the cage and making crackling sounds.

Luofu looked at the group of magical creatures, and there was a sudden "ding" in his brain.

[Domestic Cornish elf detected, triggering side quest:

Capture the elf and reward magic:

【Flying through the sky】

[Consume your own magic power to let your body fly freely]

The students were all disappointed. They heard Lockhart talking loudly and thought that there was a Dark Lord or a Dementor in the cage.

I didn't expect it to be just an elf.

It's like after the college entrance examination, you thought you were going to Qingbei, but you almost got a C9, but no matter what, you have to be a double first-class... and finally went to the Rap Academy.

Baimeng book

The gap is too big!

"Don't be disappointed, kids, this is a tough guy to deal with!" Lockhart opened the cage door and released the group of elves.

They had been locked up for a long time and were extremely angry. After flying out of the cage, they immediately started to wreak havoc in the classroom.

The elves grabbed the ink bottle and smashed it against the wall. Lockhart's poster was stained with ink. They tore the books and papers into pieces and scattered them on the ground.

The flying elves were like countless ice cones, hitting the students' faces hard. Most of the little wizards hid under the table.

Lockhart was almost staggered and fell down. He quickly waved the wand in his hand in a pretentious manner, as if warming up his hands for magic.

"Come on, I'll take you out!" Rolf stood up and walked out of the classroom with Shirley.

Neville and Hannah followed closely behind.

The elves rushed towards them, and a seed quickly sprouted and grew vines. Under Rolf's control, they waved into the air.

Accompanied by the violent whipping sound of bangs, the elves were hit against the wall.

All the students seemed to have found their backbone and ran towards the door.

Lockhart also came out from under the table and tried to sneak out in the chaos, but a vine suddenly wrapped around his ankle and hung him in the air.

"Hurry up and save me... Save me..."

Lockhart screamed, but no student paid attention to him. They quickened their pace and rushed out the door.

The last little wizard left and closed the door with his backhand.

Lockhart was dumbfounded. He was hanging in the air, waving his wand and shouting:

"It's just some elves... Peschi Pixie Pestenomi!"

But there was no effect. An elf grabbed his wand and threw it directly out of the window.

Countless elves hit him, and Lockhart took a breath. He had only one thought at this time:

I'm leaving tonight, and I'm going to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

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