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"Then why did he ask us to memorize these things instead of the details about magic in the book?"

"It can't be that he wants us to worship him, right?"

Hermione answered directly, saying, "Of course not, Professor Lockhart is..."

Hermione still couldn't answer, so she just stopped answering and continued writing furiously.

Dolly also pretended to answer, but in fact she didn't write a word.

Soon, the papers were collected and Lockhart flipped through them one by one.

"Tsk, tsk, hardly anyone remembers that my favorite color is lilac. I mentioned that in 'A Year with the Tibetan Snowman.'"

"A few of you should reread 'Wandering with Werewolves' carefully. In Chapter 12, I clearly stated that my ideal birthday gift would be for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony."

"But I wouldn't turn down a big bottle of Ogden's Aged Firewhiskey!"

Lockhart winked at the students, his playful look making many of them laugh, but this time Dolly didn't pretend.

Because the showdown is about to begin, there is no point in pretending any longer.

Dolly's half-smile also made Lockhart feel something was wrong.

Then he turned to Dolly's blank paper. Looking at the paper with only her name on it, Lockhart felt suffocated for no reason.

Rather than a blank paper, this is more like a letter of challenge.

Considering what Dolly had just said, Lockhart had reason to suspect that Dolly was already questioning his ability.

Then Lockhart had no choice but to continue ignoring Dolly.

He quickly turned over Dolly's paper, pretended not to see anything, and then the expression on his face became relaxed and happy again.

"Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and to sell my own line of hair conditioner!"

"Good girl! In fact—" He turned her paper over. "One hundred points! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised a trembling hand.

"Excellent!" said Lockhart, grinning. "Excellent! Ten points to Ravenclaw! Now, back to business..."

Lockhart tried hard to keep his expression calm. Whether he could calm the students here now depended on him.

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

"Now beware, my mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the worst evil the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom."

"But remember, as long as I'm here, no harm will come to you. I just ask that you remain calm."

Hermione's eyes widened with excitement, feeling that the opportunity to prove Professor Lockhart's strength had finally come.

Dolly even hugged Hermione's arm and said seriously, "If there's any danger later, hide behind me and use magic. I'll be in front of you."

Seeing this, Hermione couldn't help but feel moved.

She and Dolly had no chance to fight side by side, but now Dolly was going to protect her from danger and fight with her. How could Hermione not be moved?

She took the initiative to hold Dolly's hand, and with her other hand she held the wand on the table. She took a deep breath to regulate her heartbeat, ready to cast a spell at any time.

The rest of the people were not much better. Lockhart's performance in this half class had already fully exposed his character.

Unfortunately, the moment the cover was pulled down, a sneer came from the group of students.

This time it wasn't Dolly, but a Hufflepuff boy who laughed subconsciously.

Lockhart pretended not to hear and continued, "Just caught Cornish pixie!"

As a result, Anthony, the future prefect of Ravenclaw College, laughed. It was obvious that the boys had disliked Lockhart for a long time.

He spoke directly, listing them all, saying, "Cornwall pixie, a level 3 magical creature, basically no danger."

"They are intelligent, and although they are very strong, they only play pranks on wizards, which means grabbing the ears of unsuspecting people, picking them up and throwing them onto treetops and rooftops."

"Professor, instead of catching them, you might as well bring some Kneazles. At least they're pretty nice."

Anthony's words caused a burst of laughter, which was the best support for the class substitute.

Lockhart was laughed at by so many people that his expression became a little embarrassed.

He raised his voice and said, "Don't be so sure. They could be little saboteurs as cunning as the devil!"

"There were many... uh, two wizards who were seriously injured because of their teasing."

"If treatment is not timely, death will also occur."

Lockhart looked down at the elves. They were a livid colour, about eight inches tall, with pointed faces and voices so shrill and piercing, like a bunch of budgies quarreling.

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

Originally, Lockhart was not sure about controlling these elves, but now that the students questioned him, he could only let these students experience some chaos, and then clean up the mess himself to win respect.

He has practiced the magic to drive away elves for a long time, and should be able to... barely perform it.

So Lockhart made up his mind and opened the cage.

Now everything is in chaos.

The elves flew around like rockets, and two of them grabbed Anthony by the ears and lifted him up.

A few others rushed out of the window, scattering broken glass all over the back of the classroom.

The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, more ferocious than a rhinoceros on the run.

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 waste bins, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out of broken windows.

The little wizards were frightened and subconsciously hid under the table.

Dolly was no exception, and was even the first to slide from the chair to under the table with Hermione in her arms, her movements smooth and natural.

As a result, Dolly hugged Hermione tightly in the small space, with their faces squeezed together.

Dolly turned her head slightly, as if she wanted to say something, and in doing so, the corner of her mouth rubbed against Hermione's cheek.

Looking at Hermione who was so close to her, Dolly even had the urge to do something.

It’s a pity that it’s not possible at this time. Anthony, whose face was pale, was hung on the ceiling and he was hesitating whether to shout for help.

Obviously, judging from the power of these elves, Lockhart was not completely wrong.

Maybe these elves are really not dangerous, but they are not something that a second-year wizard can deal with easily.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the fact that Quirrell didn't teach them magic in their first year.

Lockhart laughed, waved his wand, and said, "They're just pixies... Peschipixiepestenomi!"

As a result, Lockhart, who only knew how to cast the forgetfulness spell, naturally failed to cast the spell.

The first priority in casting a spell is confidence, and what Lockhart lacks most is confidence when casting a spell.

Then an elf swooped down like a bomber, grabbed Lockhart's wand, pulled it out of his hand, and threw it out of the window.

Lockhart looked at the flying wand, hesitated for a moment between his face and his life, turned around and wanted to run towards the classroom door.

Seeing this, Anthony finally couldn't help but yelled, "Professor, you can't leave!"

At this time, Hermione beside Dolly finally became restless and tried to get out.

Everyone's miserable appearance, coupled with Lockhart's ugly behavior of wanting to abandon all the students and run away, made her unable to bear it any longer.

Dolly naturally took action as well.

The short thunderbird feather wand slipped out of her sleeve and into Dolly's palm, and then Dolly waved it lightly.

A fallen chair seemed to have grown legs and silently ran to Lockhart's feet, knocking him down. Lockhart fell forward and hit his head against the door, fainting.

Hermione also raised her wand, glanced at all the elves, and then loudly cast a freezing spell.

The Freezing Spell is not a spell specifically designed to deal with elves, but it is more than enough to deal with them.

All the elves in the sky were frozen, and then fell to the ground with a crash, hitting the ground like ice cubes.

Anthony screamed and was about to fall down. Dolly also waved her first wand and used a levitation spell to protect him, allowing him to land slowly.

After landing, Anthony was still a little excited, but he took the initiative to say to Dolly: "Thank you, Dolly."

"You're welcome."

Dolly replied calmly, "Everyone come out and clean up the mess. These elves are really not dangerous."

With Dolly's encouragement, the little wizards climbed out.

The Ravenclaw students, in particular, had already taken out their wands and were using magic either skillfully or awkwardly.

In a short while, all the elves were thrown back into their cages, and even the messy classroom and broken windows were repaired.

As for the elves that escaped, they will probably run rampant on the Hogwarts lawn for a few days.

After all this was done and the bell rang, Anthony couldn't help but ask, "Should we send Professor Lockhart to the school hospital?"

Everyone looked over and saw Lockhart lying on the ground with his body hunched over and his butt raised high.

It turned out that everyone had tacitly ignored Lockhart and no one went to help. Lockhart was now unconscious and even snoring softly.

This look is really funny.

155 Searching for Riddle's Diary

"Okay everyone, let's at least save some face for Professor Lockhart."

"Otherwise, if this matter gets out, will anyone think that we deliberately framed Professor Lockhart?"

Hermione was about to speak when Dolly beat her to the punch.

Everyone listen carefully, Dolly is very capable of leadership in her grade, especially in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff houses.

"That's right, Lockhart... well, Professor Lockhart has to teach not just us, but seven grades."

"So at least... don't let him hate us."

Anthony also spoke, and everyone nodded.

The reasons Dolly gives are more emotional, while those Anthony gives are more rational.

So everyone discussed it and decided to go back to their seats directly.

The two wizards carried Lockhart to the podium and made him sit down and sleep on the table. There was even a little witch who used a levitation spell to pull Lockhart's wand back.

Afterwards, everyone started reading and studying, turning the remaining time into a self-study class.

Of course, there was no shortage of whispers and laughter in private, and Lockhart had become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

Dolly, however, maintained an indifferent expression and seemed unhappy.

Because Hermione was not very happy, Dolly didn't want to laugh at this time and be thought by Hermione as her deliberately targeting Lockhart, thus failing in her plan.

Soon it was time to end the get out of class. As the bell rang, Dolly silently cast a healing spell on Lockhart.

Of course, unlike Transfiguration, Dolly still needs to recite the spell when performing the healing spell, but she no longer needs to make a loud noise.

Lockhart jumped up as if he had springs on him, looking at everything around him with horror, while the students looked at him with laughter.

Some even said directly, "Professor, you fell asleep and slept for half the class."

"Uh, I fell asleep?"

Lockhart looked at the wand in his hand, touched his head, and then looked at the elves that had been captured. Could it be that he had captured the elves silently?

This is really... worthy of him!

A smile appeared on Lockhart's face. Although he didn't quite understand why, it was obvious that his lesson was a success.

Let’s continue with the class like this.

"Very good, we completed a perfect trial. To commend everyone's efforts, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff will each receive an extra ten...twenty points!"

"Anyway, see you next time."

Lockhart covered the elf with the sack again, then quickly walked away with the cage, as if nothing had happened.

But did he really not notice?

The moment Lockhart left, the classroom erupted in laughter. Lockhart's pace quickened, as if he wanted to escape.

Obviously, Lockhart was not completely ignorant.