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However, his expression quickly returned to normal, showing that he still possessed this level of adaptability.

Lockhart then said, "Of course, I will let you know the secrets of magic, but that's for later."

"After all, we need time to get to know each other. Only when I understand your strength and level can I teach you the most suitable spells."

"But before that, let's do something else first."

Lockhart returned to the podium, picked up a large stack of papers, and said, “I see you’ve all bought my complete works, so I thought we’d start with a little quiz today. Don’t be afraid—just to see how well you read and how much you’ve understood…”

After the papers had been passed around among the students, Lockhart said, "You have thirty minutes. Now—begin!"

Dolly picked up the test paper, hiding her smiling face, and looked utterly bored.

Just like I remember, it contained some boring questions.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What was Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

And so on, a total of three pages, the last question being:

54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday present?

Hermione was writing furiously when she noticed Dolly wasn't moving, and asked curiously, "Why aren't you writing?"

"You can't possibly not know, can you?"

Dolly obviously didn't know, and even if she did, she wouldn't bother to write it down.

So Dolly said, "What I want to learn is magic and spells, why do I need to know these things?"

"Wasn't Professor Lockhart testing our magical abilities? Did he take the wrong test paper?"

Hermione was stunned, and said somewhat blankly, "That shouldn't be... right?"

This is a test paper that takes a certain amount of time to copy, so the possibility of making a mistake is almost zero.

"Then why did he make us memorize these things instead of the details about magic in the book?"

"We can't be expected to worship him, can we?"

Hermione answered directly, "Definitely not, Professor Lockhart is..."

Hermione still couldn't answer, so she simply stopped answering and continued writing furiously.

Dolly pretended to answer, but actually didn't write a single word.

Soon, the papers were collected, and Lockhart flipped through them one by one.

"Tsk tsk, almost no one remembers that my favorite color is lilac. I mentioned it in 'A Year with the Tibetan Yeti'."

"Several students should read 'Wandering with Werewolves' more carefully. In Chapter Twelve of the book, I clearly stated that my ideal birthday gift is for all people, whether they have magic or not, to live in harmony."

"However, I wouldn't refuse a large bottle of Ogden Firewood!"

Lockhart winked at the students, his mischievous look making many laugh, but this time Dolly didn't pretend.

Since the truth is about to be revealed, there's no point in pretending any longer.

Dolly's ambiguous smile also made Lockhart feel uneasy.

Then he turned to Dolly's blank exam paper. Looking at the paper with her name written on it, Lockhart felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of suffocation.

Rather than a blank paper, this is more like a challenge.

Considering what Dolly just said, Lockhart had reason to suspect that Dolly was already questioning his abilities.

Lockhart then had no choice but to continue ignoring Dolly.

He quickly flipped Dolly's test paper over, pretending he hadn't seen anything, and then his expression became relaxed and cheerful again.

"Miss Hermione Granger knows my secret ambition is to eradicate evil from the world and to sell my own line of hair care products!"

“Good girl! In fact—” he flipped her test over, “a perfect score! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?”

Hermione raised a trembling hand.

“Excellent!” Lockhart said with a smile. “Very good! Ten points for Ravenclaw! Now, let’s get back to the main topic…”

Lockhart tried to keep his expression calm; whether he could keep the students in line depended on him.

He bent down and pulled a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium, placing it on the table.

"Now be careful, my task is to teach you how to resist the most evil things known in the magical world! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom."

"But remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed. I only ask that you remain calm."

Hermione's eyes widened with excitement, feeling that the opportunity to prove Professor Lockhart's abilities had finally arrived.

Dolly grabbed Hermione's arm and said seriously, "If there's any danger later, hide behind me and use magic. I'll be in front of you."

Hermione was deeply moved by what she saw.

She and Dolly had never had the chance to fight side by side, and now Dolly was going to protect her from danger and fight alongside her. How could Hermione not be moved?

She took Dolly's hand, and with her other hand gripped the wand on the table, taking a deep breath to calm her heartbeat, ready to cast a spell at any moment.

The rest of the students weren't much better off; Lockhart's performance in this half-class had already fully established his persona.

Unfortunately, the moment the cover was pulled down, a sneer came from the group of students.

This time it wasn't Dolly, but a Hufflepuff boy who unconsciously laughed.

Lockhart pretended not to hear and continued, "A Cornish elf I just caught!"

As a result, Anthony, the future prefect of Ravenclaw, laughed. The boys had clearly disliked Lockhart for a long time.

He spoke directly, as if reciting a familiar list, saying, "Corverian elves, level 3 magical creatures, basically no danger."

"They are intelligent, and although they are very strong, they only play pranks on wizards, which means grabbing the ears of unsuspecting people and lifting them up to throw them onto treetops and rooftops."

"Professor, instead of catching them, you might as well bring some tabby cats; at least they're quite pretty."

Anthony's words drew a burst of laughter, which was the best support for the classroom mouth-speaker.

Lockhart was getting a little embarrassed by the ridicule he received from so many people.

He raised his voice and said, "Don't be so sure, they could also be little saboteurs as cunning as the devil!"

"There have been many... well, two wizards who were seriously injured because they were tricked by them."

"If treatment is not timely, death will also occur."

Lockhart looked down at the little sprites, which were dark blue, about eight inches tall, with small, pointed faces and very sharp, shrill voices, like a bunch of budgerigars arguing.

As soon as the cover was removed, they started chattering, jumping around, shaking the cage, and making all sorts of strange faces at people nearby.

Lockhart wasn't very confident in controlling these little sprites, but now that the students were questioning him, he could only let them experience some chaos and then clean up the mess himself to earn their respect.

He had practiced the magic to drive away the sprites for a long time, and should be able to... barely cast it.

So Lockhart hardened his heart and opened the cage.

This has created complete chaos.

The sprites flew around like rockets, and two of them grabbed Anthony by the ears and lifted him up.

Several others even rushed out of the window, scattering broken glass all over the back of the classroom.

The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, more ferocious than a rampaging rhinoceros.

They grabbed ink bottles and splashed ink all over the class, tore books and paper to shreds, ripped down pictures from the walls, turned the trash cans upside down, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out the broken window.

The young wizards were startled and instinctively hid under the table.

Dolly was no exception; she was even the first to slide off the chair and under the table while holding Hermione, her movements fluid and natural.

In this way, Dolly was able to hug Hermione tightly in the small space, their faces pressed together.

Dolly turned her head slightly, as if she wanted to say something, and in doing so, her lips brushed against Hermione's cheek.

Looking at Hermione so close by, Dolly even felt a little urge to do something.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the right time. Just now, everyone's mouths were hanging from the ceiling, Anthony's face was ashen, and he was hesitating whether to call for help.

Clearly, judging from the power of these sprites, Lockhart's statement wasn't entirely wrong.

These little elves may not be dangerous, but they are not something a second-year wizard can easily handle.

Of course, this is also largely due to the fact that Quirrell didn't teach them magic when they were in first grade.

Lockhart laughed, waving his wand, and said, "They're just little sprites... Pesci Pixie Pestnomi!"

As a result, Lockhart, who only knew the Oblivion Spell, unsurprisingly failed to cast the spell.

The first requirement for casting spells is confidence, and Lockhart lacked confidence the most when casting spells.

Then a little elf swooped down like a bomber, grabbed Lockhart's wand, pulled it from his hand, and threw it out the window.

Lockhart watched the wand fly away, hesitated for a moment between face and life, then turned and tried to run towards the classroom door.

Seeing this, Anthony finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Professor, you can't leave!"

At this moment, Hermione, who was next to Dory, finally got restless and tried to squeeze out.

The sight of everyone in such a pitiful state, coupled with Lockhart's shameful attempt to abandon all the students and run away, made her unable to bear it any longer.

Dolly naturally joined in as well.

The short Thunderbird feather wand slipped from her sleeve and slid into Dolly's palm, which she then gently waved.

A chair that had fallen to the ground seemed to grow legs and silently ran to Lockhart's feet, knocking him down and causing him to fall forward, crashing headfirst into the door and passing out.

Hermione raised her wand high, her eyes sweeping over all the elves, and then loudly cast the Freeze Charm.

The Freeze Spell isn't specifically designed to deal with Pokémon, but it's more than enough to handle them.

All the little fairies in the sky were frozen, and then they crashed to the ground with a thud, like blocks of ice.

Anthony screamed and was about to fall when Dolly waved her first wand and used the Levitation Charm to protect him and let him land slowly.

Anthony was still a little excited after landing, but he took the initiative to say to Dolly, "Thank you, Dolly."

"You're welcome."