Chapter 496

Defense Against the Dark Arts class began in such an atmosphere.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Luo En couldn't hold back his laughter; what was this for?

I saw a huge self-portrait hanging on the wall of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, with the wizard in the portrait having raised golden hair, wearing gorgeous cyan-green robes, and holding a paintbrush to paint... himself.

Surprisingly, there was more than one such self-portrait; the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was filled with Lockhart.

"One, two, three... seven, seven little Harts?"

Luo En laughed non-stop; he was talking about the seven dwarfs. That was the content told in the storybook Jia Siting gave him when they were chatting; at the same time, Luo En also gave Jia Siting "The Tale of the Three Brothers".

Although he didn't have many storybooks himself.

"Don't say that!"

Hermione glared at Luo En.

During this period, other students walked into the classroom chatting; as soon as they entered the classroom, they were also stunned by the wall full of Lockhart.

After the whole class sat down, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to make everyone quiet.

He reached out and picked up Neville Longbottom's "Travels with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I,"

He pointed to his photo and blinked, saying,

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the 'Witch Weekly' Most Charming Smile Award—but I don't hang that on my lips; I don't drive away the banshees of Wye by smiling!"

He waited for everyone to laugh, and a few people smiled faintly.

"I see you all bought my complete works—very good. I think we should take a little quiz today. Don't be afraid—just to see how you read and how much you understood..."

Next, Sean and the others received a test paper that could be called desperate.

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?!"

Luo En widened his eyes,

"What kind of question is this?"

Hermione was writing "swish, swish", blocking her paper with her left hand, and even moved closer to Sean.

"Does anyone really know..."

Luo En muttered to Harry, and then subconsciously looked over Hermione at Sean's test paper,

"Guess what, Sean's record of always getting perfect scores is going to end... Lilac—Sean, how did you know?"

Luo En stretched his neck and asked incredulously.

Could it be that Sean worshipped Lockhart? This probability wasn't even as high as Harry worshipping Snape.

"On the bottom right of page sixty-nine, third row of 'A Year with the Yeti'..."

Sean replied.

"Ah, Sean, actually you don't have to read every book seriously, especially..."

Luo En was speechless for a moment, then seemed to realize something—Sean never did meaningless things.

So he went back to reading silently, and before long, he stopped his gaze on the last question on the first page:

【What do you think is the true identity of Mr. Hermes at Hogwarts?】

It was followed by a few sentences like "Whether Lockhart's guidance will become an indispensable part of 'Mr. Hermes' growth path".

This made Luo En's gaze toward Lockhart already vigilant.

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

"Tsk tsk—almost no one remembers that I like lilac the most. I mentioned it in 'A Year with the Yeti'..."

He blinked at them mischievously again.

Luo En was now glaring at him with hostility; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in front were laughing until they were trembling, but Hermione was listening attentively.

Lockhart was still looking; he would pause his gaze slightly at the last question on the first page every time, and then scan those calm green eyes with interest.

"We still have two perfect scores! Mr. Sean Green, and Miss Hermione Granger!

Very good! Ten points to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw! Now, back to the topic..."

He bent down and picked up a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and put it on the table.

"Now—be careful! My task is to teach you to defend against the most evil things known in the wizarding world! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom.

But remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed in any way. I only ask you to stay calm."

He rambled on for a long time, and Sean didn't listen to a word.

He was thinking about the important books in the Restricted Section of Hogwarts—"Secrets of the Darkest Art", "Most Potente Potions", "Magick Moste Evile"... these were all things Sean had an impression of.

As for the ones Sean didn't have an impression of, there were too many.

Hogwarts had already existed for more than ten centuries, and the library's collection was as vast as the stars.

The knowledge accumulated inside was enough to make any wizard trying to explore the mysteries of magic feel tempted.

The difficulty was that to look up any restricted book, one must have a note signed by a teacher.

Sean asked Madam Pince during his stay, and she took some approval slips for Sean without hesitation; she didn't think Sean wouldn't be able to get approval.

Now, the person who helped sign was right in front of him.

—Lockhart could sign a hundred without even looking.

When Sean raised his head, the outside world he had actively isolated had changed completely.

Many iron-blue monsters were flying around like rockets. Two of them grabbed Neville's ears and lifted him up. Several others rushed out of the window, scattering broken glass all over the back of the classroom.

The rest were causing massive destruction in the classroom, even more powerful than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed ink bottles and splashed them all over the class, tore books and papers into shreds, pulled down pictures on the wall, turned the wastebasket upside down, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out of the broken window.

Half of the class hid under the tables, and Neville was swinging on the chandelier.

The bell rang, and everyone rushed out of the door for their lives.

In the panic, Lockhart straightened up, looked at Harry, Luo En, and Hermione who were guarding Sean, and said:

"Ah, I ask you five to catch the rest of these pixies back into the cage."

He walked out of the classroom before them, and closed the door as soon as he went out.

Hermione was constantly dealing with the pixies using the Freezing Charm, and Harry stood on a book, on tiptoe, trying to reach Neville.

And Luo En was overjoyed:

"Sean! You don't know what happened in these few minutes! We didn't even have time to call you!"

Sean stood up, frowned slightly, his wand raised, and a massive flame instantly swept through the entire classroom, faintly showing the shape of a fire dragon.

The surging flames drove the screeching iron-blue monsters to the wall; Sean's eyes changed slightly, and the wall instantly came alive, swallowing the iron-blue monsters in one bite.

Sean's wand drew a sharp arc again, and stacks of books flew over automatically, paving a high staircase.

Sean walked up the stairs step by step, his wand pointed, and Neville, who was scared to tears, fell onto the continuously circling book pages.

"Are you okay?"

Sean said.

The classroom was silent for a while.

"This, this is what a wizard is—"

Luo En exclaimed in a daze.

Harry nodded convincingly.

Hermione looked at the fleeing Lockhart in a daze, then at Sean and Neville, who were surrounded by book pages and slowly landing on the ground.

"Damn liar—"

Now, even the dullest wizard could tell the difference between the two.

"Seriously, it would be better to let Sean be the professor...

Ask, what indispensable role did Sean's guidance play in Lockhart's growth process..."

Luo En muttered.

Harry was trembling as he held back his laughter.