HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

Thanks to Hermione's pre-class introduction, even though Lin Mo didn't listen to much, he still managed to answer most of Lockhart's pointless test paper. He left the ones he didn't know blank to avoid wasting ink, even though he would have preferred to leave them all blank.

Lockhart finished flipping through the papers, his smugness barely concealed: "Two people answered this paper very well; they are Hermione Granger and Mo Lin."

The thought that a kid he vaguely considered a rival was reading his book so carefully made Lockhart shamelessly imagine how much Lin Mo admired him.

"Although Mr. Lin's answer wasn't as good as Miss Granger's, you two are the only two who know my favorite color, which shows that you've really studied hard. Thank you for your interest," Lockhart continued.

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, even bowing slightly in a gentlemanly manner, which elicited cheers and commotion from the girls in the classroom. Only a group of boys and some girls remained unmoved.

He had no recollection of being humiliated by Lin Mo at Flourish Bookstore not long ago. In his opinion, Lin Mo might really want to have a friendly competition because he admired him so much.

Hermione knew she hadn't told Lin Mo what Lockhart's favorite color, but he still knew the answer, showing how much he really liked Lockhart. Therefore, Hermione's gaze towards Lin Mo became even more affectionate.

Hearing Lockhart's words, Lin Mo really wanted to roll his eyes. Merlin's Chelsea, huh? He remembered Lockhart's favorite color not because he idolized this idiot.

This is entirely because he had such a vivid memory of this ridiculous thing when he first saw the plot, and he has an almost photographic memory, so he has remembered it until now.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Mo caught a glimpse of a black robe flashing past the door. He secretly checked his schedule and suddenly realized that his leisurely potions professor seemed to have no classes.

Now he was speechless, and Lin Mo grew increasingly disgusted with his own excellent memory. What a useless brain! It can't even filter out its own garbage; what good is it?

Lockhart, standing in front, was extremely complacent because of Lin Mo's unexpectedly high level of skill. He had already been praising himself for ten minutes, and his thousands of words of flattery contained almost no repetition.

None of that mattered. What impressed Lin Mo the most was that Lockhart flattered him without batting an eye, and even seemed to get happier as he spoke.

What a weirdo. Lin Mo said it's hard to judge.

After all that rambling, Snape outside the door was getting increasingly annoyed. If it weren't for his good self-control and the Slytherin etiquette that kept him in check, Snape would have really wanted to go in and beat Lockhart up, listening to this nonsense that was worse than troll excrement.

Time, perhaps also displeased with Lockhart's shamelessness, was eager to distance itself from him, and thus passed by swiftly.

Lockhart finally changed the subject: "For today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I've brought you some good stuff. They're agile, cunning, and clever, but they're also very cute. Let's work together to defend against these little sprites."

With a tug from Lockhart's hand, the black cage door opened, and all the Cornish elves rushed out, starting to play pranks everywhere.

As the situation unfolded, Lockhart gradually panicked. After failing to demonstrate his abilities, he decisively used the students as a shield.

"Quickly, don't be afraid, subdue them quickly, this is my test for you!" Lockhart said, then ran to the side and hid.

A group of little sprites flew around the classroom, causing chaos and making things quite messy. After dodging the attacks of two sprites, Lin Mo noticed the black-robed figure outside the door had no intention of coming in.

"A heavy sword has no edge." Lin Mo waved his wand, his voice resolute and calm. As his voice fell, pale blue magic surged and quickly condensed into a large defensive shield.

All the young wizards looked at Lin Mo as if he were their savior, and silently moved closer to him. Seeing this, Lin Mo continued to release powerful energy from his wand, and another kind of silver magic surged into the blue defensive shield, causing it to expand continuously. It was magic of sufficient purity.

As the elves frantically crashed into the protective barrier, the young wizards shuddered in fear. Draco, standing nearby, nervously tugged at Lin Mo's robes and held Harry's hand in his other hand, occasionally trying to comfort him in a trembling voice.

With class almost over, Lin Mo finally switched from defense to offense. All his magic transformed into coiled ropes, which he used to pack up all the little sprites and throw them back into the cage. He then went to the podium and closed the cage.

Looking at Lockhart, who was hiding to the side pretending to be dead, Lin Mo smiled and said to him, "Professor, be careful not to accidentally open the cage."

The young wizards returned to their seats one by one and picked up their textbooks, which had been stepped on and had pages torn off.

Lockhart straightened his clothes and said to the young wizards, "Mr. Lin has done well; I'd give him ten points. Of course, I'm doing this so you can learn how to fight magical creatures and develop courage."

Upon hearing this, a group of people below rolled their eyes. "Oh yeah, you're right, you were the fastest to dodge."

"Alright, it's almost time. get out of class dismissed. See you next time. If you need anything, feel free to come to my office. Everyone is welcome." Lockhart said this last nice thing before turning and leaving.

The moment Lockhart finished saying get out of class was over, Lin Mo noticed that the black-robed figure who had been lingering at the door had vanished without a trace.

At that moment, a group of people were looking at the forgotten Cornish elf on the podium, lost in thought.

Upon discovering the problem, Lin Mo frowned almost imperceptibly, walked to the front, and carrying the locked cage in his left hand, said to the young wizards, "I'm taking this back to the headmaster. Don't worry, students, enjoy your wonderful afternoon."

As for who the dean is, although Lin Mo belongs to two academies, everyone knows that the dean Lin Mo is talking about is the big black bat they are talking about, yes, the cellar snake king.

Watching Lin Mo stride away, everyone felt a strange sense of tragic grandeur, like the mournful wind howling over the Yi River, a hero departing never to return.

Why give it to any professor other than Lockhart? Why did they have to give it to that terrifying refrigeration machine in Slytherin? That's what most of the young wizards think now, but some of them have other things on their minds.

"Oh my god, I suddenly think Mo is so handsome! He's powerful, dashing, gentle, and wise," a young female wizard exclaimed.

"Yeah, I always thought he was handsome, but today I'm truly in love. Was that some kind of magic spell he created?"

"Who can argue with that? Mo is a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. He's much better than Lockhart, who won the 'Most Fake Smile Award'."

"They're not even in the same league! Mo looks so cool when he waves his wand. I've decided, I'm going to have a crush on him from today onwards."

"Don't try to take him from me, I love him the most." A boy said, while the people around him looked at him strangely.

Soon, news of Lin Mo's feat of attending Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread throughout Hogwarts, especially among the little badgers, whose news spread several times faster.

In the midst of this back-and-forth, Lockhart, who was being attacked, appeared extremely weak. Lockhart's uninformed supporters could only tremble in the corner, and some were even forced to join Lin Mo's fan club.

As a result, Hermione also began to question Lockhart's abilities, and Harry and Ron no longer had to hide behind Hermione, who was always praising Lockhart as so handsome and great.

Things escalated quickly, and the protagonist of the incident strode towards the cellar, swinging the cage in his hand back and forth, making the group of little elves bound inside dizzy and disoriented.

Lin Mo's mind was filled with the image of Snape nodding in agreement to teach him Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the fact that he no longer had to face that big idiot Lockhart.

The slight upturn of his lips and his almost leaping steps clearly showed Lin Mo's happiness. Of course, to the casual young wizards, Lin Mo remained as composed as ever; only those who knew Lin Mo well could truly sense his joy.

After a brief and fruitless discussion, Lin Mo, completely unfazed by the disdainful stares of the stone snake at the cellar door, pushed open the door and entered the cellar.

Snape was sitting at his desk grading the young wizards' holiday homework. The piles of parchment, several small hills high, clearly demonstrated the sheer volume of work Snape was doing.

Lin Mo glanced at the piles of homework, and his smile quickly returned to normal. Well, maybe he really shouldn't have come at this time. It seems he's most likely to become the drudge of the Cellar Snake King.

Having already guessed that Lin Mo would come, Snape, who had told the stone snake in advance to let Lin Mo in, knew who it was. Without even looking up, he continued to spray venom at the poor parchment, sparing no effort to use his quill to convey his anger and speechlessness to this foolish giant through the parchment.

After finishing his sentence, Snape changed his tone and drew a sharp "D" at the top, finally calming himself down.

Snape's gaze swept from Lin Mo's face to the cage in Lin Mo's hand, his tone laced with mockery: "Mr. Lin, have you finally finished your blissful Defense Against the Dark Arts class? And this cage in your hand really makes you look even more like a foolish little troll."

——Small Theater——

A poor, unknown little wizard: Waaaaah, this isn't fair! Criticizing me is one thing, but calling me a stupid troll is another. (ಥ㉨ಥ)

Lin Mo: Okay, okay, didn't I get criticized as a stupid little monster too?

Little Wizard: Listen to what you're saying! You even added "little" before that big bat! How is that criticism?!

Snape's face darkened: "Who are you talking about? The giant bat? Do you think you're the same as Ink? What a stupid troll."

Little Wizard: ...I'm sorry, it's all my fault.