Chapter 37: farce

　　 After running out of lunch, they took a nap for a while and then went to a metamorphosis class. In various senses, Professor McGonagall’s metamorphosis class was one of the most difficult. Today she asked the students to turn a beetle into a button. Crabbe and Gower behaved directly like two Muggles. Facing the agile beetle, they were so clumsy that they couldn't even hold their wands.
As for Pansy, she still had a few feet around the buttons she had made, and she was running around on the table. Most of the students did not perform well, as if they played a vacation after returning home. They all leaked from the brain, and Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious. Only when she passed Malfoy's desk, her tightly frowned eyebrows slowly spread out, and the buttons he made were delicate and beautiful. There was no trace of the beetle.
　　 "Slytheringa is ten." Professor McGonagall said approvingly.
　　 "Seriously, I really don't know what's the use of learning these." After class, Pansy complained to Malfoy in the corridor. "Although I don't like Muggles, sometimes it's good to use them. No one will really use a beetle as a button and don't wear it on the body, right? Just buy it when you need it."
Malfoy frowned, not knowing how to change her mind. No one knew what would happen in the future. No one knew. Even if he himself had changed so much history, maybe his well-known future development would become unrecognizable. Maybe anyone can take part in the battle. Now every basic structure is very important for ordinary students.
　　 "Pansi." Malfoy shouted seriously, preparing to infuse her with a correct concept, but was interrupted again.
　　 "Today's black magic class actually asked us to go with Gryffindor." Pansy pulled out a piece of paper and said. "Come on, I don't want to sit with that group of people, maybe we should choose a good position?" As he said, he took a quick walk to the classroom of the Black Magic Defense class, without giving him the opportunity to speak.
　　 Malfoy could only helplessly drag her away.
When I arrived in the classroom, I hadn’t started the class. As a result, the classroom was almost full, almost full of girls, and the rest of the talents came in slowly before the bell rang, the seats looked distinct, Gryffindor was on the side, Slater Lin accounted for the other side.
　　After the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly, calming everyone down. He reached out and picked up Neville Longbottom's "Walking with the Monster" and held it in his hand, displaying a picture of himself blinking on the cover.
"I," he pointed at his picture and blinked, "Gidolo Lohart, third-class Medal of the Merlin Jazz, honorary member of the Anti-Black Magic League, won the Witcher Weekly's most charming smile award five times. But I don’t hang that on my mouth, I don’t expel Wanlun’s ghost by a smile!

　　He waited for everyone to laugh, a few people smiled lightly, and Malfoy looked at him with a playful smile.
　　 Then he sent a paper to everyone. The questions mentioned above are all about his personal preferences, such as:
1. What color does Gidero Lockhart like best?
2. What is Gidero Lockhart's secret ambition?
　　3. What do you think of Gidero Lockhart’s greatest achievement so far? So wait, a full three-sided paper.
　　 "Waste of life." Malfoy murmured softly. After only writing a sentence on the test paper, he began to think about his own affairs, such as how to make Pansy fall in love with learning, or who was the prisoner who took Xiao Heiben.
Ron and Harry seemed a little dazed. They knew little about the teacher. They only knew that he was a little flaunting himself. Seeing Hermione's pen flying, they could only raise their feather pens, but this pen It seems to be very heavy, and when it is mentioned, it can't be put down. This is almost the case for most male fellows. They scratched their ears and couldn't get started. Harry even felt that he would rather do a test question on potions. After all, apart from Snape, he actually didn't really hate potions class. At least those answers can be found in books.
　　 Half an hour later, Lockhart took the test paper and looked at it in front of the class.
"Huh-almost no one remembers my favorite lilac color. I mentioned it in "A Year with XC Snowman"." He commented on everyone's test papers, male students are bored, and female students are all absorbed. Listening, Suddenly Lockhart mentioned Hermione’s name, which surprised her.
"...But Miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition was to eliminate the evil in the world, and to sell my own series of hair conditioners-good girl! In fact one" he turned her roll over, "one Percent! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"
　　Hermione raised a trembling hand. "Excellent!" Lockhart said with a smile. "Very good! Add 10 to Gryffindor!"
　　 "Hmm." Lockhart continued to flip the test paper down, and suddenly his brows were frowning, as if he saw a white scroll. But his brows spread quickly again, and he smiled loudly: "Slytheringa twenty, Mr. Draco's answer is perfect, but this is a secret between me and him, I can’t tell you what he wrote.
Lockhart said with a smile on his face, and blinked in the direction of Malfoy’s seat.
　　Hermione, immersed in joy just now, couldn't help hearing the familiar name. She looked in Malfoy's direction, only to find that he seemed to be in a daze.
"Why can't I always find a chance to ask him clearly?" She thought of an incident that happened before. She asked herself this way, but she also knew that there was no chance. She was afraid of herself. After a lot of joy, it seems to have been diluted a lot.
　　Now, it’s right..
Lockhart stooped down and picked up a large cage with a drape from the back of the podium and put it on the table.
"Now—be careful! My task is to teach you to resist the most evil things known to the magic world! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not Will suffer any harm. I only ask you to remain calm."
　　 Harry involuntarily reached out from behind a pile of books and wanted to take a good look at the cage. Lockhart put one hand on the hood, Neville in the first row shrank back, and Pansy moved a few steps to Malfoy's seat.
　　 "I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "That would irritate them!"
　　 The whole class held their breath, except Malfoy. Lockhart then lifted the cover.
　　 "Not bad," he said in a playful voice, "The Cornwall Elf I just caught."
　　 A male student couldn't help but chuckled, and even Lockhart couldn't think it was a frightened scream.
　　 "Serious!" Lockhart shook his fingers annoyedly at him, "They are also little destructors as cunning as the devil!"
　　 Malfoy looked at the elves in the cage. These elves were iron blue, about eight inches tall, with a small pointed face and a very sharp throat, as if many budgerigars were arguing. As soon as the covers were removed, they began to chatter, jump up and down, shake the cage, and make all sorts of weird faces to people nearby.
　　 "Okay," Lockhart said loudly, "Look at how you deal with them!" He opened the cage door.
　　 This is a mess. The elf is flying around like a rocket. Two of them grabbed Neville's ear and picked him up. A few more rushed out of the window, and shattered the broken glass in the back of the classroom. The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampage rhinoceros. They grabbed the ink bottles and splattered the whole class, ripped the books and paper into pieces, pulled off the pictures posted on the wall, lifted the waste bin upside down, and threw the schoolbags and textbooks out of the broken window. Climbed the girls' heads and started pulling their hair.
　　 "All petrochemicals!" Malfoy fixed a few elves who rushed towards him, and helped Pansy out, then watched the drama on the side.
　　 "Come, get them together, get them together, they are just a few elves..." Lockhart shouted. He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand, shouting: "Pepsi Picxi Pestnomy!"
　　 was totally ineffective. An elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window. Lockhart took a deep breath and drilled underneath the podium table, almost smashed by Neville, because the chandelier fell off with difficulty almost in the same second.
　　 "This kind of strength can also be our black magic defense teacher?" Pan Xi asked suspiciously. The same expression was written on almost all students' faces. They were also suspicious, and the teachers could not solve the problems that the students could barely solve, which made them have to be suspicious.
　　 "Maybe his wand is broken." Hermione explained to him. "Like Ron's." She added, "You all read his book-think about the amazing things he did..."
Some classmates agreed with Hermione’s claim that the discoloration on his face gradually faded away, but Ron muttered:
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　　 "It seems that your practical results are very good." I don't know when Lockhart got out of the table and smiled like his own sign, as if nothing happened just now.
　　 Malfoy can only cast a despise look on him.
"Well, let me see, every time you catch a little elf, you can add five points to their college. Please ask the students to register." Realizing that the atmosphere at the scene was subtle, Lockhart began to shift the topic, very Obviously he succeeded. Almost all the students forgot his ugliness and scrambled to get more points.
　　 "Is this enough?" Malfoy dumbfounded. He had never seen such a brazen person.
　　 After a while, the school bell finally rang, and a farce followed.
"What did you write on the paper just now, I saw that you didn't write a few words at all." After leaving the classroom, Pansy asked Malfoy immediately, she was one of the few girls who was not interested in this teacher, but This does not stop her curiosity.
"Touted not to be eaten as a meal." Malfoy shrugged and said, "I just wrote: My mother accidentally put a big bottle of Ogden aged hot whiskey in my luggage before school starts, you know, not yet Adults cannot drink alcohol, so I would like to ask you to help me deal with it."
　　 "Blatant bribery?" Pansy stared at him with wide eyes.
　　 "No, it's just that the students have a little heart for the teacher." Malfoy glanced at Lockhart and said sarcastically.
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