Harry Potter's Bastard

Seeing that the two sides are about to fight, but just like in times of crisis, there will always be heroes who come forward, Lockhart played the role of this "hero" at this time, and his arrival made the little wizards on both sides die down, anyway, Lockhart is also a professor in the school.

As for Harry, though, he would rather fight Slytherin than contact with Lockhart.

"Who's posting autographs?" Lockhart walked over with his standard smile on his face, "Oh, needless to say, we're meeting again, Harry." Then he said to Creevey, "It's so memorable for the two of us." "

Harry tried to break free of Lockhart, but was unsuccessful. Taking a picture with Lockhart in full view of everyone made Harry feel so ashamed.

Seeing Harry's embarrassed appearance, Draco returned to the crowd satisfied. Beginning to admire Harry's expression, what kind of expression it was, a mixture of resistance, but helplessness, and having to pretend to be indifferent on the surface, Draco covered his mouth and sneered as Solim covered his mouth - he was very happy.

But right away he couldn't be happier.

"What the hell is this!" Draco looked incredulously at the exam paper in his hand.

"Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambitions?Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?What's your favorite part of Travels with Ghouls?" Draco said incredulously, "What the hell is this? I thought we were in Defense Against the Dark Arts class." "

Obviously, there were quite a few people who had the same doubts as Draco, and the students, especially the boys, who weren't interested in Lockhart, were whispering below.

"Alright, Solim," Draco said helplessly, "Looks like I'm going to trouble you again this semester." Draco knew he couldn't learn much from Lockhart.

"It's not a problem," Solim said to Hermione from Gryffindor, who was working her paper, and seemed to know the questions on this paper very well. "But this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a waste, and I don't want to come in the future, it's a complete waste of time. "

The rest of the lesson was all about Lockhart's boasting and showing his charming smile to his little fans—his over-the-top smile. Hell, Solim didn't know that a smile could be awarded.

Bored Solim and Draco begin to play backgammon on parchment below. The rules of backgammon are simple, and Draco can learn it as soon as he learns it. Playing backgammon with his table mates during class gave Solim a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Gryffindor and Slytherin's students who weren't interested in Lockhart were also mostly deserting, either whispering or writing and drawing on parchment, just like Solim and Draco. Others just slept on their stomachs on their desks - like Goyle and Crabbe. Seeing this extremely familiar scene, Solim couldn't help but think: I'm almost ready to eat instant noodles.

But soon the students who had deserted cheered up. As Lockhart took out a cage covered with cloth from under his table, and placed it on the table, Lockhart said with his trademark smile, "I warn you now—it is my duty to lead you to the most vicious and dangerous creatures in the wizarding world, so that you may be prepared for the future." And now I'm about to show you a dangerous creature you haven't seen before—but rest assured, as long as I'm here, you're not in any danger. Everyone should stay calm and not panic. "

One by one, the students in the back row craned their necks to see what was in the cage.

Lockhart placed a hand on top of the cage, and he was about to lift the cloth covering the cage. Some students in the front row nervously grabbed the books on their desks.

"I have to make sure you don't scream. "Because it might anger them." "

Lockhart lifted the cloth in a flash.

"Not bad. Just caught a Cornish elf. Lockhart said with a wink.

A few of the Gryffindor students giggled, and when they saw this thing, they relaxed.

"Don't be careless!" said Lockhart solemnly, "these little ones are very dangerous and cunning. "

These elves were glowing blue and lightning, about eight inches tall, with pointed faces and thin voices. After the cloth was lifted, in the cage, they began to run around, knocking the iron rods into the kakaka and making faces at those who sat closer.

"I guess he is the only one who thinks the Cornish elves are 'dangerous' and 'cunning'. Draco pouted.

"One or two are really nothing," said Solim, "but Lockhart has brought too many elves, something must happen, you should be on your guard." Solim knew what was going to happen, alerting Draco.

The Cornish elf, as its name suggests, is the Cornish county where it originates. These little elves have blue skin, are between seven and nine inches in size, and have a pair of wings on their backs, allowing them to fly very fast if they want to. They have some magical abilities, and while they don't pose much of a threat to wizards, they are not pleasant to bite into because their teeth are sharp and weakly poisonous.

"Alright! I'll see what you're going to do with them. Then Lockhart opened the source of chaos.

The elves were on a rampage through the classroom, accompanied by their trademark screams. They were obviously very angry, the cage was so small, and there were so many elves stuffed into it, which made them angry, and as soon as they came out, they wreaked havoc in the classroom, they tore off many of the students' books, and they knocked out many of the portraits of Lockhart on the walls.

The little wizards screamed and ran around the classroom like headless flies, and the elves liked to pull the girls' long hair. They chased the schoolgirls around the classroom.

"It's a disaster. "Solim and Draco sit further back, which leaves them with no elves to mess with - temporarily.

Many of the students were forced to hide under their desks, and Lockhart looked at it and said loudly, "Get up, they're just pixies! "

No one paid any attention to him.

Lockhart then pulled out his wand, brandishing it pompously, and muttering words in his mouth.

"What is that all that he shouting?" Draco and Solim hid in the professor's last corner, where there were no other students or those annoying elves.

"The devil knows what it is, it can't be a spell anyway. "

Whatever Lockhart was shouting, it didn't work anyway. Instead, his wand was snatched away by the elf, and he was really panicked. Looking around in a panic, he saw the trio of Gryffindor fighting, "You guys, put these elves in cages, I still have something to do." Then he turned around and ran back to his office.

The students finally remembered that they could run outside the classroom instead of running around like headless flies in the classroom, so they all ran out, but Neville, who was a little fat, didn't run away, and he was dragged by the elf to hang his wizard's robe on the chandelier.

Solim looked at Neville the whole time, he didn't have any idea of making a move, Draco originally took out his wand and wanted to help Neville because he was Solim's cousin, but when he saw Solim looking at Neville with a cold face, he didn't make a decision.

The classroom was in shambles, and there were only Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the Gryffindor classrooms, and Neville hanging from the chandelier, and Slytherin with Solim and Draco.

Ignoring the three Gryffindors, Solim walked under the chandelier with a cold face and looked up at Neville without speaking.

"Solim...... Put...... Let me ...... Get down. Neville, with the collar of his clothes drawn, was a little out of breath.

Solim still didn't speak. Harry and the others finally saw Neville hanging from the chandelier, and were about to come over to help, but Solim didn't move, still staring at Neville, but the words were said to the few of them: "You either go and catch those elves or leave, it's none of your business." "

"Neville, where's your wand, where are your hands, where are your brains, what about the spells I taught you? you've forgotten them, haven't you?" Solim whispered.