My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 114 Most Charming Smile Award?

On the morning of the third day of school, Morris finally arrived at his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which he had been looking forward to.

Because last semester I encountered an unscrupulous professor who hardly took the course seriously.

Although he didn't know how good Lockhart's teaching was, he figured it couldn't be worse than Quirrell's, right?

When Maurice entered the classroom, Lockhart had not yet arrived, but the first few rows of seats were already occupied, and the students' faces were full of anticipation.

This lesson was taught together by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Morris sat down in the back row by the window and started reading "Vacationing with a Mother Demon".

The book, as its title suggests, recounts author Gilderoy Lockhart's own experience of spending a holiday with a female demon, while also interspersing a few practical spells for dealing with dark creatures.

Although the narrative was exaggerated, those spells weren't entirely nonsensical.

However, Maurice couldn't be sure whether it would work on She-Devil.

After all, he had never seen a living she-devil.

He had only heard that it was a creature that looked somewhat like an ugly old witch and possessed some magic.

"Bang!"

The classroom door was pushed open, and Lockhart rushed in like a golden whirlwind.

Good morning, my dear students!

He strode onto the podium, surveyed the crowd below, and smiled broadly. "Welcome to your first class of the academic year, a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson personally taught by me—Giddro Lockhart, a Third Class of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award!"

A round of applause erupted in the classroom, especially from the female students.

Morris didn't know what expression to make.

Um...

Are all these titles for real?

He had heard of the Order of Merlin, but what was this five-time winner of The Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award?

Lockhart clearly enjoyed the atmosphere; he gracefully raised his hand to signal for quiet, then pulled a large roll of parchment from the inner pocket of his robe.

He said to everyone, "Before we begin our exciting lesson, let's have a little quiz."

Morris nodded.

The test is quite reasonable, since professors should have an understanding of the students' current level in order to teach them according to their aptitude.

However, when he received the test paper, he was stunned for a moment.

Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite food?

Gilderoy Lockhart's hidden ambitions?

Why does Gilderoy Lockhart have the most captivating smile?

Who knows!

Morris's lips twitched, feeling utterly bewildered.

He turned his head and glanced to the side, noticing that several female students were writing with extreme seriousness.

During the test, Lockhart kept wandering around the students, but when he walked up to Maurice, he suddenly stopped.

"It's you!" He patted Maurice on the shoulder and said with surprise, "Mr. Black, do you remember me? We've met before."

Morris gave a polite smile. "Of course, Professor Lockhart."

Lockhart had clearly recognized him.

When he sold those skeleton dogs to Lockhart, he didn't make a fuss about his identity.

"Ha, Professor Lockhart, I like that title," Lockhart said cheerfully. "Then you'll surely pass my test. I remember you said you were a fan of my books."

His tone carried a hint of intimacy.

Morris paused for a moment, then feigned excitement. "Ah, yes, Professor Lockhart."

"I look forward to your performance." Lockhart patted him on the shoulder again and walked towards the podium.

Morris glanced at Kyle beside him and said casually, "Let me see your test paper."

He still wanted to leave a good impression on Lockhart.

After all, the other party was not only his professor, but also his major client.

He was even planning to sell some of the good things left by his great-great-great-grandfather to the other party in the future.

Kyle looked up, frowned, and said, "Me? I can't guarantee I'll get them all right either."

In the end, Morris secretly borrowed the test paper from a female student he was on good terms with. She seemed to be a huge fan of Lockhart, as she filled every question with her own notes.

He made a copy of the exam paper and then corrected the handwriting on it.

Completed!

Magic is very convenient for cheating.

After collecting the papers, Lockhart was very satisfied with Morris's answers.

"I'm so glad that students admire me so much!"

Morris saw Lockhart winking at him.

He responded with a slightly shy, just-right smile.

"Now, my dear students," Lockhart said cheerfully, turning to the class and carrying a large, cloth-covered cage up from under the podium and placing it on the table.

He said mysteriously, "Now we're going to get down to business. I'm going to teach you how to properly deal with those truly threatening dark creatures!"

Hearing the professor's confident and assertive voice, Morris thought that the professor was finally going to show some real skills or demonstrate some rare creatures.

result...

Lockhart lifted the cloth covering the cage, revealing a large group of small, dark blue creatures squeaking inside.

A cage of Cornish elves?

Morris recognized him, and looked slightly disappointed.

However, there wasn't a major problem.

After all, ordinary second-year students shouldn't be exposed to overly dangerous dark creatures, so using Pokémon to practice basic coping methods is understandable.

Lockhart seemed to sense the subtle atmosphere of disappointment in the classroom.

"I know, I know," he shouted. "You may think these little things aren't exciting enough, not up to my abilities, but I have to take care of you. Let me see how you deal with them."

As he spoke, he opened the cage directly.

Without the cage to restrain them, the Cornish elves began to dart around the classroom in an instant.

Ink bottles, quill pens, and books—everything within reach became their weapons.

The students in the front row who were a little slower to react immediately suffered the consequences: ink was splashed all over them, their hair was grabbed, and their textbooks were taken away.

"Oh dear!" Lockhart took a step back. "Quickly, get your wands out, children."

Morris calmly took out his wand and cast a binding spell on a Cornish elf flying towards him, which immediately fell to the ground.

But others weren't so lucky.

Instantly, screams, crashes, and the elves' shrill laughter mingled together.

As most students huddled under their desks with their heads in their hands, Lockhart suddenly laughed. "Alright, my lovely students, lift your heads. I'll take care of this."

Lockhart walked to the classroom door, opened it, and whistled a loud and fancy tune.

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