Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 120, Chapter 118: As expected of the Discipline Group

At the start of the new semester, the young wizards were full of confidence and determined to surpass the discipline group.

They have so many students in each college, but only a few in the disciplinary committee.

However, they soon realized they were wrong, and very wrong indeed.

In the Charms class, the all-knowing Granger answered almost every question Professor Flitwick asked, making Professor Flitwick extremely happy. He kept giving Granger extra points.

In the Transfiguration class, it was Miss Granger again who took on all of Professor McGonagall's questions and spell demonstrations. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall wasn't like Professor Flitwick, who added points, but not excessively.

During Potions class, Potter and Malfoy competed with each other, and Potter stole Professor Snape's points. That would have been one thing, but it was a bit much for Snape to deduct points from Gryffindor for Harry. However, the young wizards dared not question Professor Snape's decision.

In Herbalism class, even Neville, the least noticeable member of the Discipline Group, kept scoring points against Professor Sprout.

Of course, there was also a Gryffindor boy named Robert Jr., who was like a complete slacker, managing to get a few points in every subject.

As for Mr. Dursley, he hardly answers questions this year, but if a professor calls on him, he can answer their questions with perfect accuracy. So far, there is nothing he cannot do.

Even the magical history that could lull one to sleep after just a few sentences has fallen under its spell. Professor Binns has practically become the discipline group's dedicated score-generating machine, providing them with a constant stream of points.

In just a few days, the Discipline Group had already scored more points than the other four houses combined, overwhelming the young wizards with an unparalleled dominance.

The Discipline Group is terrifying!

This made the young wizards, who already had a good impression of the Discipline Group, even more eager to join.

This continued until Friday.

Friday was the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of the term for Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Most of the garlic smell from last semester has been eliminated, but if you smell it carefully, there is still a very faint smell.

I wonder what brand of garlic Quirrell used to make the lingering aroma last so long.

"How about another round of Wizards cards?" suggested a young Gryffindor wizard.

The other Gryffindor, though very interested in the offer, still refused.

"No, no, Professor Lockhart will be here soon, there's not enough time for another round."

Wizard cards have now replaced Wizard chess and are showing signs of surpassing Quidditch, becoming a favorite among young wizards.

The joy that even adults can't resist, let alone children?

Almost everyone at Hogwarts is a card player, and almost everyone knows a hand or two, even Slytherins are no exception.

"We agreed to earn points for Gryffindor. Don't worry, I've memorized all of Professor Lockhart's methods for subduing enemies. This time, I definitely won't let certain people steal the spotlight again."

The Gryffindor boy spoke with great confidence, glancing towards where Dudley and the others were.

Other subjects are one thing, but I will never lose Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"The gap is so big, let's forget about it. We might as well play a game of Wizarding Cards instead." The Gryffindor who had spoken earlier muttered to himself before turning around to play cards with the others.

He was initially very confident until he was thoroughly outmatched by Neville's extensive knowledge of herbal medicine in the herbalism class, at which point he decisively gave up.

He's not even as good as the insignificant Neville, let alone anyone else.

Anyway, he's just a good-for-nothing. What does it matter to him who's good or bad?

Lying flat feels so comfortable.

"Here he comes, Professor Lockhart is here!" Someone shouted from outside the door, and the teachers and the chaotic little wizards quickly returned to their seats, waiting for their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Perhaps to make a good impression on the young wizards in the first class, Lockhart's outfit today was unusually simple, not as flamboyant as usual. In fact, it was just a plain-looking, slightly garish pinkish-purple dress, in his opinion.

Lockhart walked into the classroom and saw the young wizards sitting neatly inside. He nodded in satisfaction and cleared his throat. He casually picked up a copy of "Walking with Trolls" and held it up, showing off the photo of himself winking on the cover.

“Me,” he pointed forcefully to his own photo, flashing a set of gleaming white teeth, “Giddro Lockhart, Third Class of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award—but I don’t wear that on my sleeve. I don’t exorcise the ghost of Wanren with a smile!”

He would say he wouldn't mention it, but in reality, he would rattle off a long list of titles to the young wizards like reciting a menu.

"I see you've all bought my complete works. Great. I think we should start with a little quiz today."

When Lockhart said that a test was to be taken first, the Gryffindor student who was determined to score points earlier had his eyes light up.

"Don't be afraid. We're just seeing how well you read and how much you understand."

Lockhart pulled out a large stack of test papers, clearly indicating that the quiz he was referring to was a written test. He quickly distributed the papers, then returned to the lecture hall, placing his hands on the table: "You have thirty minutes. I'll give bonus points to the best answer!"

This time, I, Hani Watt, am determined to get my hands on these points.

I have completely memorized all of Professor Lockhart's combat techniques, and I'm going to get a perfect score this time.

Watt confidently opened the exam paper and picked up his pen.

A minute later, he was still in the same pen-holding posture.

Three minutes later, he was still in the same pen-holding posture.

Five more minutes passed. He gave up thinking.

The questions on the test were indeed related to Lockhart, but not the Defense Against the Dark Arts content he had imagined: 1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? 2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition? 3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date? 54. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday present?

What the hell are these questions? Are they related to defense against dark magic?

Watt was so angry he wanted to eat the test paper.

But then he thought about it again and realized he wasn't that angry.

"I refuse to believe that if I can't answer this, your discipline team can! If you get full marks, I'll eat this table with salt."

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the test papers and looked through them in front of the whole class.

"Tsk tsk. What a disappointment. Almost no one remembers my favorite color, which I mentioned in 'A Year with the XZ Snowman'."

Lockhart seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the test results, but this dissatisfaction quickly turned into delight: "What surprised me was that one paper actually got a perfect score, with almost all the questions answered correctly! Let me see which little wizard is so amazing."

Lockhart exclaimed in even greater surprise when he saw the names on the exam papers.

"Dass? Dudley Dursley."

I'm impressed.

I'm speechless!

From then on, Gryffindor lost one ambitious little wizard and gained another lazy bum who spent his days playing cards.

(End of this chapter)