Harry Potter Reborn

Half an hour later, Lockhart began collecting the test papers.

He stood in front of Harry, waiting for Harry to hand in his test paper.

He smiled: "Mr. Potter, where are your test papers?"

He was already imagining Harry saying nothing. Haha, you are young, and you act in anger because you are unhappy. You better apologize now. Of course, I will forgive you for your mistakes in a generous manner.

Lockhart's little thoughts can be clearly seen in his eyes - the kind of pride that I caught your pigtails.

"Trash should stay where the trash is. Are you blind and didn't see that I had thrown it into the trash can?" However, Harry said unceremoniously.

Everyone else turned around. They didn't expect Harry to have such an attitude towards the professor. Wow, it's so exciting. So what will Professor Lockhart do next?

Lockhart really didn't know what to do. When students don't take into account the teacher's authority, the teacher really has no advantage over the students.

Except for force, he can do nothing except the forgetting curse.

"Professor." Hermione suddenly handed over her test paper.

Lockhart nervously put away the test paper and took advantage of this step to walk away.

After collecting the test papers, he read them in front of the whole class.

He shook his head sometimes, nodded sometimes, smiled sometimes and frowned sometimes.

"I learned from other professors that there are two extremely smart students in this grade, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, but -" He shook his head with a disappointed look on his face, as if he devoted himself wholeheartedly to teaching.

The gardener among them felt so sad when he encountered a bad student who failed to learn well no matter how hard he taught him.

"I handed in a blank paper." Hermione said quietly. She twisted and twisted, a little embarrassed, but she also felt a sense of excitement.

Wow, I've gone bad. Hermione covered her face.

Harry:......

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Lockhart bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now, beware! It's my job to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most horrific things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you won't

If you are harmed in any way, I just ask you to stay calm." He turned around and showed a bright and confident smile to his classmates.

Others craned their necks involuntarily, wanting to take a good look at the cage and see what was inside.

Lockhart put a hand on the hood

"Be careful not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice. "That will piss them off!"

The whole class held their breath, and Lockhart suddenly opened the cover.

"Ha, just caught the Cornish elf."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Seamus laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe: "I don't think...these 'dangerous' elves will teach us anything in Defense Against the Dark Arts class." He emphasized the word "danger" with an accent.

Harry really wished that Malfoy was here at this time, and his venomous tongue would have ridiculed Lockhart unceremoniously.

Lockhart said angrily: "Don't underestimate them, they are cunning saboteurs."

These little elves are iron-green, about 20 to 30 centimeters tall, with small pointed faces and very shrill and harsh voices, as if many parrots are quarreling.

As soon as the cover was removed, they began to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage bars, and make all kinds of weird faces at the people nearby.

"Now, it's time to see your ability to respond to emergencies." He said and was about to open the cage.

"I think it's best not to open it," Harry said.

"Haha, is it possible that Harry Potter would also be worried about being seen by others in his ugly appearance - don't worry, I'm here."

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He opened the cage door.

Almost at that moment, things started to develop in an unpredictable direction.

The elf was suddenly free, screaming and flying around like a rocket.

Two of them were the first to grab Neville's ears and lift him up.

It seems they can also tell who is more likely to be bullied.

Although they look small, they are quite powerful.

Some of them rushed out of the window and smashed the glass in the back row of the classroom.

The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhinoceros.

They grabbed ink bottles and threw them at the whole class, tore books and papers into pieces, tore off pictures on the walls, turned over trash cans, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out of the broken windows.

After a few minutes, half of the class hid under the table, and Neville was left hanging pitifully from the chandelier.

Although Lockhart's behavior was stupid, it completely reflected the current situation of second-year students who were panicked, clumsy, and at a loss when faced with the situation.

These are just a few elves with little fighting ability. In fact, as long as they can calm down, the magic they have learned is enough to cope with the situation in front of them.

Completely out of control.

Lockhart grabbed the table tightly, raised his head, and tried to look stable: "Hey, it's time to put them back in the cage."

He waved his wand and shouted: "Peschi Pixi Pesternomi!"

But nothing happened.

Who knows what meaningless curse he shouted.

An elf flew over with a swish, slapped his wand away, and pulled Lockhart's silky hair hard as if it had been touched.

Harry looked at this ridiculous farce and felt that the lesson was not in vain, but it should stop. He moved his lips, but no sound came out.

In an instant, all the elves paused for a moment, Harry's eyes flashed, and the elves suddenly flew towards Lockhart, even the two elves who kept swinging the Neville chandelier rushed down.

Lockhart watched in horror as the army of elves swarmed towards him.

They bit at Lockhart's clothes, pulled at his arms and legs, and one of them thrust a finger roughly into his nostrils.

Harry suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his nose.

They picked him up, threw him hard, and threw him out of the window. They didn't know where he was thrown.

Then, like swallows returning to their nests, they swooped towards the metal cage and huddled together.

Harry lowered the cage door, tapped his wand lightly, and activated the sleeping spell. The crazy elves inside rolled their eyes and fainted.

Harry put down the blanket, looked at the room that looked like it had been trampled by war, and said, "get out of class is over."

Then left the classroom.

The classmates in the room, you looked at me, I looked at you, and you suddenly collapsed.

Neville cried and swayed on the chandelier: "Get me off first -"

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the next day.

Gryffindor, no, the whole of Hogwarts was discussing it.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart, made a big mistake in his first class - he was thrown into a pile of unknown animal feces next to Hagrid's hut by the elf he brought.

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Everyone is participating in this discussion, and it seems that if you don't participate, you will be left behind.

Harry, the instigator, was enjoying the food quietly.

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Zhang Qiu brought a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Harry took a quick look and put down his rice, because he was afraid that he would spit it out.

The cover is huge, with Harry's photo taking up half of the page.

This turned out to be the one taken with Colin.

The bold black letters read: Ordinary Wizard Harry Potter!

"...It is reported that...Harry Potter, who defeated Voldemort...publicly stated that...he...is a brick...wherever he needs to move..."

"The Ministry of Magic... stated that... Harry Potter is a role model for young wizards... called... to learn from him... to have... no fear of hardship... no fear of fatigue... willingness to contribute... spirit... implementation... basic points

…continuous development…zero tolerance…”

Harry was sweating. It turned out that newspapers in the wizarding world were no different from those in the Muggle world.

The reports all have the same tone.

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Lockhart put his hand to his nose and smelled it, looking disgusted.

Even though he had taken more than a dozen baths and sprayed several bottles of expensive perfume, Lockhart still felt like he smelled bad.

When he saw Harry's photo in the newspaper, he tore up the newspaper angrily.

He worked hard to build up his popularity and did not dare to have any negative news. He finally got a chance to appear in the Daily Prophet, but he still didn't know which small section it was on.

But Harry just said a few words and was put on the cover.

He was so jealous that he went crazy.

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