After lunch, they took a nap before going to the Transfiguration class. Professor Mag's Transfiguration class was one of the most difficult classes in every sense of the word. Today, she asked the students to turn a beetle into a button. Crabbe and Gore's performance was just like two Muggles. They were so clumsy that they could not even hold their wands properly in the face of the agile beetle.
As for Pansy, there were still a few feet left around the button she made, running around the table. Most of the students did not perform well either. It was as if they had gone home for a holiday, and all the knowledge they had learned had leaked out from their brains. Professor Mag's expression was very serious. Only when she passed by Malfoy's table did her tightly furrowed brows slowly relax. The button he made was exquisite and beautiful. There was no sign of the beetle at all.
"Extra 10 points for Slytherin," Professor Mag said approvingly.
"To be honest, I really don't know what's the use of learning this," Pansy complained to Malfoy in the corridor after class. "Although I don't really like Muggles, it's not bad to use their things sometimes. No one would really wear a beetle as a button on their body, right? Just buy it when you need it. "
Malfoy frowned. He did not know how to change her mind. No one knew what would happen in the future. Even he himself had changed so much of history. Perhaps the future he knew would become completely different. Anyone could join the battle. Now, every bit of foundation was very important to ordinary students.
"Pansy," Malfoy said seriously. Exclaimed Malfoy gravely, on the point of instilling some sense of rightness in her, when he was interrupted.
"Today's Black Magic class actually requires us to sit with Gryffindor," Pansy said as she took out a piece of paper and glanced at it. "Let's go. I don't want to sit with that bunch of people. Maybe we should choose a better seat?" She pulled him quickly to the Defense Against Black Magic class as she spoke, not giving him a chance to speak.
Malfoy could only let her drag him away helplessly.
The class had not started when they reached the classroom, but it was almost full. Almost all of them were girls. The rest of the students walked in slowly just before the bell rang. The seats were clearly divided. Gryffindor took one side, and Slytherin took the other.
After the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to quiet everyone down. He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the picture of himself blinking on the cover.
"I," he said, pointing at his own picture and blinking his eyes, "Gidroylockhart, third-class medal of Sir Merlin's Order, honorary member of the Anti-Black Magic League, and winner of the Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times. But I won't say that. I didn't drive away Wanlun's ghost with a smile!"
He waited for them to laugh. A few of them smiled faintly, and Malfoy looked at him with a mocking smile.
Then, he handed out a paper to everyone. The questions on it were all about his personal preferences. For example:
1. What's Gidroot Hart's favorite color?
2. What is the secret ambition of Gidroot Hart?
3. What do you think is Gidrola Lockhart's greatest achievement to date? And so on and so forth, there were three pages of paper.
"A waste of life." Malfoy muttered softly. He only wrote one sentence on the paper before he started thinking about his own matters. For example, how to make Pansy fall in love with learning, or who was the culprit who took the little black book.
Ron and Harry looked a little confused. They didn't know anything about this teacher, only that he liked to show off. Seeing Hermione's pen fly, they could only pick up their own quills. But the quills seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they couldn't put them down. Most of the male compatriots were in this situation. They were scratching their heads, not knowing where to start. Harry even felt that he would rather do the questions about magic potions. After all, other than Snape, he didn't really hate magic potions classes. At least the answers could be found in books.
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and flipped through them in front of the class.
"Tsk tsk — almost no one remembers that my favorite color is lilac. I mentioned it in 'A Year with the XC Snowman'. " He commented on everyone's papers. The male students were bored to death, but the female students were listening attentively. Suddenly, Lockhart mentioned Hermione's name, which gave her a shock.
"… But Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of hair conditioner — good girl! In fact, "he flipped her paper over," 100 marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger? "
Hermione raised a trembling hand. "Excellent!" Lockhart smiled and said, "Very good! Give Gryffindor 10 marks!
"Mm." Lockhart continued flipping through the papers. Suddenly, he frowned as if he saw a blank paper. However, his frown quickly disappeared, and he laughed heartily. "20 marks for Slytherin. Mr. Draco's answer is perfect, but this is a secret between him and me. I can't tell you what he wrote," Lockhart said with a smile, winking at Malfoy's seat.
Hermione, who was immersed in joy, could not help but fall into a trance when she heard the familiar name. She looked at Malfoy, but found that he seemed to be in a daze.
"Why can't I find a chance to ask him clearly?" She thought of the things that had happened before. She knew that it was not that she did not have a chance, but that she did not dare to. Thinking of this, the joy of adding 10 marks for the academy seemed to have been diluted by a lot.
Now, back to the topic … "Lockhart bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium. He placed it on the table.
"Now, be careful! My mission is to teach you how to resist the evilest thing in the world of magic! You will face the most terrifying thing in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. "
Harry could not help but poke his head out from behind a pile of books to get a better look at the cage. Lockhart put a hand on the cover. Neville in the first row shrank back, and Pansy moved a few steps closer to Malfoy's seat.
"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice. "That will provoke them!"
The whole class held their breaths, except for Malfoy. After that, Lockhart lifted the cover.
"Yes," he said theatrically. "Just caught Cornish elves."
One of the boys could not help but snort. Even Lockhart could not have imagined that it was a scream of terror.
"Be serious!" Lockhart said, wagging his finger at him angrily. "They are as cunning as the devil!"
Malfoy looked at the elves in the cage. They were livid, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and shrill voices, like many budgerigars quarreling. As soon as the cover was lifted, they began to chatter, jump up and down, shake the bars, and make strange faces at the people near them.
"Well," Lockhart said loudly, "let's see how you deal with them!" He opened the door of the cage.
It was a mess. The elves flew around like rockets. Two of them grabbed Neville by the ears and lifted him up. A few rushed out of the window and left a trail of broken glass in the back of the classroom. The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, more ferocious than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed the ink bottle and splashed it all over the class. They tore the books and paper into pieces, tore the pictures off the walls, turned the trash bins upside down, and threw the school bags and textbooks out of the broken windows. Some even climbed on top of the girls' heads and began to pull their hair.
"Petrify them all!" Malfoy froze a few of the elves who were rushing at him, helped Pansy out, and watched the show.
"Come on, get them together, get them together, they're just some elves," Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand, and shouted, "Pescipipipipipipipipipipipipisternomi!"
It was completely ineffective. An elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window. Lockhart took a deep breath and ducked under the lectern. He was almost hit by Neville, because almost at the same time, the chandelier could not withstand the force and fell down.
"Can he be our Defense Against Black Magic teacher with this kind of strength?" Pansy asked suspiciously. The same expression was written on almost all the students' faces. They were also skeptical. The teacher could barely solve a problem that the students could barely solve, which made them suspicious.
"Maybe his wand is broken," Hermione explained for him. "Just like Ron's," she added. She added, "You've all read his books — think of all the amazing things he's done."
Some of the students agreed with Hermione's words, and the strange look on their faces gradually disappeared. However, Ron still muttered, "It's just that he said he did it."
In a short while, the students caught all the elves back into the cages, even though it was very difficult.
"It seems that your practical results are very good." At some point, Lockhart came out from under the table and put on his signature smile again, as if nothing had happened just now.
Malfoy could only look at him with disdain.
"Well, let me see. Every elf caught just now can add five points to their academy. Students, please come up and register." Sensing that the atmosphere was a little strange, Lockhart began to change the topic. Obviously, he succeeded. Almost all the students forgot about his ugly behavior just now and rushed to add points.
"That works?" Malfoy was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a shameless person.
After a while, the bell finally rang, and a farce came to an end.
"What did you write on the paper just now? I saw that you didn't write much at all." After leaving the classroom, Pansy immediately asked Malfoy. She was one of the few girls who was not interested in the teacher, but this did not stop her curiosity.
"Flattery can't be used for a living." Malfoy shrugged and continued, "I just wrote: 'My mother accidentally put a big bottle of Ogden's Hot Whiskey in my luggage before school started. As you know, minors can't drink, so I'd like you to help me deal with it.'"
"Blatant bribery?" Pansy stared at him with wide eyes.
"No, this is just a little token of appreciation from a student to a teacher," Malfoy looked at Lockhart and said sarcastically.
Lockhart's ethics as a teacher were really hard to compliment.