My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 221, Section 218: A Lesson in Defense Against Pleasure and Pain

On Tuesday, during a third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts.

Lynn walked through the gaps between the desks in the classroom with her hands behind her back.

"Let's review what we learned in the last lesson. Now, can anyone tell me what level of danger a demon is?"

Several arms quickly shot up in the classroom. Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was being taught by both Slytherin and Ravenclaw students, and quite a few students were eager to answer questions.

"Mr. Camille, you answer this question," Lynn called out to a Ravenclaw boy.

"The danger level of evil spirits in the Ministry of Magic is: xxxx," a seemingly shrewd young wizard replied, rising from his seat.

"So what harm do they cause to people?"

"Their calls are seductive, especially effective on young children. The evil spirits will try to lure children away from their guardians and then eat them."

"How should we deal with this dark magic creature?"

"First, use the 'Hear-Closing Spell' on yourself. This spell can effectively prevent the Evil Spirits' cries from interfering with you. Once the Evil Spirits' cries can no longer have an effect, they are just a group of harmless dwarfs."

Camitcher answered confidently, but didn't receive the extra points he expected.

"Your answers so far were all very good. It's clear you were paying attention in the last class, but you obviously didn't take the homework I assigned to you seriously." Lynn shook his head and corrected his later answer.

"What is it about the Evil Spirits that truly poses a danger to wizards? This is the homework I'm assigning you to complete. If any lazy students are going to slack off, they certainly won't delve into why I assigned such a simple task. They'll simply write down the Evil Spirits' distinctive and unique calls and use those calls as a basis to discuss how to deal with this dark magic creature."

Many of you submit assignments written like this, but why don't you use your brains and think about it? If assignments were really that easy, would I assign them to you?

The young wizards in the classroom remained silent, listening to Lynn's words, which were beyond what a human could say.

After the initial few days of novelty and joy, the young wizards gradually came to understand their Professor Lockhart's temperament better and better.

The more enjoyable the practical classes are, the more painful the theoretical classes will be!

There are always endless black magic creature knowledge points to memorize, countless combat treatises to write, and an endless array of offensive spells to learn.

Since Professor Lockhart arrived at Hogwarts, the young wizards in the castle have had significantly less time for leisure and sleep, and more young wizards are frequently visiting the library. Some young wizards, especially those from Gryffindor, have begun to express their dissatisfaction with the "intensive" homework assigned by Professor Lockhart.

Rumor has it that the Weasley twins, fourth-year students in Gryffindor, are currently gearing up to give Professor Lockhart a good "lesson," even if it means taking on an endless amount of homework.

Lynn had also heard the rumor, even before anyone else, because during the summer vacation, George and Fried had asked him to bring the family camera to school to take pictures of their prank on Professor Lockhart, and then use a revealing potion to turn them into magical photos to take home to show Mrs. Weasley.

Lynn agreed and brought his camera, ready to take pictures of the Weasley twins when they played pranks on him.

"What truly makes ravenous creatures dangerous to wizards isn't their cry. That cry only works on young children. Older Muggles who don't know any magic won't be fooled by it. The reason they're rated xxxx by the Ministry of Magic is because of their sharp teeth and claws. Their teeth can easily crush the hardest bones of a child, just like you would eat pork cartilage. Their claws are almost as sharp as a werewolf's. If they get close, most wizards will die."

Lynn's voice echoed in the classroom as the experienced young wizards bent down and scribbled notes on parchment with their quills. Since their last assignment was not very good, they would most likely have to rewrite it after this lesson, and the notes they were taking might come in handy when they did their homework tonight.

After Lynn finished speaking, he paused for a while to allow them to take notes completely.

In this classroom, there is also an oddball who brazenly refuses to take notes.

Lynn walked over to "Lynn" and saw her engrossed in a spellbook about first-year transfiguration. Seeing that no one was paying attention, Lynn gently tapped her desk and gestured with his eyes, indicating:

You better tone it down!

Umaru sheepishly put away the Transfiguration spellbook, picked up a quill and pretended to be taking notes seriously on the parchment, but actually she was drawing a giant turtle on it.

Lynn shook his head helplessly. Some of the knowledge in the third year was indeed too obscure and difficult for Umaru to understand. After all, she was only ten years old. It was already remarkable that she could complete the first year of Hogwarts' learning tasks by herself. We can't expect her to be able to do the same as Lynn, who has cheat codes.

The two Defense Against the Dark Arts theory classes ended quickly, and the young wizards left with their textbooks to go to the Great Hall for lunch, but a few Slytherin students were kept after class by Lynn.

These people's last assignments were not only substandard but also a complete mess, and there were serious signs of plagiarism.

"Not only will you have to rewrite your homework, but you will also have to copy the characteristics of the evil spirit and the methods to control it that I talked about in class today twenty times! If I find out that there is a next time, it won't be as simple as just twenty times."

Several Slytherin boys nodded meekly in apology. They were all seasoned third-year students who had been reprimanded by teachers many times, so they were not intimidated by Lynn's words.

But Lynn could clearly sense that one of the boys was acting strangely towards him; his fear didn't seem feigned, but rather genuine.

This person was someone Lynn knew—Hubert McLean, Lynn's roommate from her first year of college.

The other Slytherins walked towards the Great Hall relaxed and chatting as soon as they left the classroom, showing no trace of the fear they had just displayed. Only Hubert seemed to be fleeing for his life, trying to get away from him.

Lynn watched his retreating figure and silently touched the stubble on his chin.

His current identity is Professor Lockhart. Has he ever reprimanded him?

(End of this chapter)