Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Harry initially thought that Lockhart wouldn't do anything too outrageous, after all, this was a school. But when all the girls, including Hermione, ran out of the classroom crying, their clothes torn and tattered, and the boys weren't spared either, running out of the classroom in tattered clothes, and a group of glowing Cornish elves were chasing after them, Harry knew something was wrong.

The story begins at noon...

Harry and Ron sat together, watching Hermione rush away and then rush back, somewhat puzzled.

"Hermione, where have you been?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"I sent a message to someone who can help us," Hermione said with a smile, keeping everyone in suspense.

"What...?" Ron muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Alright, time to go to class." Hermione glanced at the clock, said to Ron, then said goodbye to Harry and headed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom...

Lockhart, looking all pink and delicate, stood on the podium. He was especially happy today because the god of perfection and love, whom he believed in, had responded to him, telling him that the god preferred "6" to "s". The god even granted him the power of transfiguration, allowing him to change the "s" on his body and in his room back to their original form. To thank the god, he even wore a spiky fake penis to class.

He looked at the students below the stage and, having all sat down, cleared his throat loudly:

"I, you all surely know me, Gilderoy Lockhart! A third-class badge holder of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts..." After rambling on and on with a bunch of nonsense, he finally got to the point.

"I see that you have all bought my book, which is great. Now, I'm going to give you a little quiz. Don't be afraid, it's just to see how much you know."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of test papers from under the podium and handed them to each student. "Alright, you have thirty minutes. Now, begin."

The questions on the test paper were strange, and the more I looked at them, the more something seemed off.

"Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color."

"Gidero Lockhart's ambition."

"Gidero Lockhart's view of desire."

...

What is your view on desire?

What is your greatest desire?

Is lust the best desire in your heart?

......

There were 54 questions in total. The first few questions seemed normal, but the later ones were increasingly strange, leaving the students completely confused. Many precocious students even blushed as they looked at them.

"This is utter garbage." Hermione looked at the questions on the paper and felt more and more disgusted. The blue light emanating from the serpent staff in her eyes also expressed her anger.

So Hermione chose to follow her heart and, to Ron's incredulous gaze, tore the exam paper to pieces.

Lockhart naturally saw it, but he merely smiled slightly, revealing the desire hidden beneath the pink hue in his eyes.

"Alright, time's up." Lockhart collected all the papers and flipped through them one by one.

"Yes, my favorite color is pink, which is obvious; almost all of my clothes are pink."

"Oh, what a pity, not a single person could answer my challenge."

"Your greatest desires, I see, are money and family for many of you..." He became even more excited, wishing he could turn the innocent children in front of him into the pink of God right now and make them fall into God's teachings.

"Oh, all the views on love and desire written are about love, hmm..." He put down the test paper, looked at the students in front of him, walked down from the podium, slowly locked the front and back doors of the classroom, and then bent down to lift out a large cage covered with a cloth and exuding a pink scent from under the podium.

"Hey, Hermione, did you see what Lockhart had in his back?" Ron saw a protruding fake penis covered by Lockhart's robe as Lockhart bent over.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not good," Hermione said with disgust. Right now, she wished she could escape. Even the dumbest person should be able to tell that something was wrong with Lockhart.

"Alright, students, be careful!" Lockhart said excitedly, pressing down on the large cage. "You are about to fight against the most evil thing in the magical world. I hope you can withstand it!"

Lockhart's words carried an ambiguous meaning, but the unknown creature glowing pink under the dome didn't look like a good thing. He slowly placed his hand on the dome and then slowly pulled it open. The students below the stage looked very nervous. Dean and Seamus in the first row shrank back, Ron looked forward curiously, and Hermione also gripped her wand tightly.

Taking advantage of the tense atmosphere in the classroom, Lockhart slowly pulled back the cover. "Cornnean elf, how is it?"

Simo, sitting in the first row, couldn't help but chuckle, and the atmosphere in the classroom shifted from tense to relaxed.

"They... um... aren't dangerous... right..." Seamus laughed louder and louder, and the laughter in the classroom grew louder, except for Hermione and Neville. Neville felt a strange feeling from these elves, but it was definitely not good. His fists were clenched tightly, and his muscles bulged.

Hermione's eyes gleamed as she saw something disgusting in the souls of these little fairies. Rings of pink, unidentified objects enveloped the fairies, whose eyes were filled with pink and utterly repulsive desires.

"Not dangerous? Is that so? Very good..." Lockhart chuckled, making sure most people in the classroom had relaxed their guard, before opening the Pokémon's cage.

"Enjoy it!" Lockhart said, then slipped into the small office behind the podium.

"What's so scary about these things?" Seamus pointed a finger at the sprites with a smile. The sprites realized they could come out and flew out of their cages with a whoosh, then swooped down towards the students.

They were very fast, and they stretched out their sharp claws to tear at the students' clothes.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

The students in the classroom were shouting and protecting their clothes from the little elves. Neville waved his fists, trying to hit them, but the creatures flew towards him as if they were impervious to pain.

Hermione covered her clothes with one hand and waved her wand with the other, unleashing petrification, binding, and freezing spells as if they were free. She even tried using Soul Alchemy to try and separate the elves' souls, but the pink, unknown magic on the elves neutralized most of the spells. Even with so many spells, she was not spared.

Ron also used a levitation charm on the fairies, disrupting their flight paths and making them spin in the air until they were dizzy. Hermione seized the opportunity to use a freezing charm to successfully freeze the spinning fairies in the air.

The students kept dodging the elves, and some of them, still showing a rebellious spirit, took out their wands and began to fight back.

"Quick! Open the door, run out, and let the professor handle it!" Hermione was the first to react, shouting to the others.

Everyone snapped out of their daze and rushed toward the door, but Lockhart had already locked it, even casting a transformation spell on it with the god he believed in, securing the door and the frame tightly.

"The Arahomor Cavern Opening Curse won't open it!" someone shouted.

"Move aside, I'll do it!"

Neville pushed through the crowd. The most beneficial thing he had gained from his grandmother's special training during the summer vacation was his improved physique. He kicked the wooden door, cracking it slightly. This greatly encouraged the others, who immediately waved their wands to help Neville block the elves, allowing him to focus on breaking down the door.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Finally, on Neville's sixth kick, the door was kicked open, and everyone wrapped themselves in their clothes and ran outside. The elves, however, were trapped in a large cage by Professor McGonagall, who happened to be passing by, using Transfiguration.

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Beyond the universe...

"Damn it, you bitch, where did you get the power to create the Keepers of the Secrets?" The red orb stared at the pink orb in disbelief.

"How could this guy be a Keeper of the Secrets? He's just a believer who accepted a little bit of my favor." The pink orb of light said with great disdain.