Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 178 Don’t Sacrifice Me

Gilderoy Lockhart was unaware that the young lions in his class were in a collective state of shock.

He finished reading Sherlock's paper and excitedly announced to the whole class:
"Mr. Holmes got all the answers correct!

He knew that vampires' weaknesses were garlic and silverware, and that vampires could not enter the house without being invited by the owner.

He pointed out that I had used a Mirror Reflection spell to banish the Banshees in Ireland, and that burning juniper and spreading salt could also counter them.

He described in detail how I defeated the werewolf of Wagga Wagga, including observing the phases of the moon, using the earplug spell, laying out the armor spell, spreading the Devil's Snare seeds, and finally using a series of spells! "

Lockhart looked at Sherlock, a hint of regret in his eyes:
"Unfortunately, this student only answered the last few questions, so I can only give Gryffindor another five points.

What a pity! Why don’t you do the previous questions as well?

That way, you can earn another twenty points for Gryffindor, just like Miss Granger did!"

Professor Lockhart shook his head regretfully and added five points to Gryffindor.

He shouted out his regret, but the young wizards in the class breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially the little lions.

This is right!

The Lion King is the Lion King, how could he possibly fall?
Sherlock did not answer Professor Lockhart's question.

For him, this paper illustrates his attitude towards knowledge very well.

Learn only what is useful, don’t learn what is useless.

Even though he had read the Gilderoy Lockhart series and memorized the content at the beginning, he later forced himself to forget it.

Just as he said in the astronomy class at the beginning of last year - for knowledge that he is sure he will not use, even if he accidentally writes it down, he will find ways to forget it.

However, Lockhart made it clear that his wish was for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony, which was a little beyond Sherlock's expectations.

After all, among the wizards Sherlock knew, no one had ever said anything like that.

Even the Weasley family, who are extremely friendly to Muggles, don't have this - this person is really interesting.

Seeing that Sherlock did not answer his question, Professor Lockhart did not ask any further questions. After marking all the papers, he shook his head and said:

"It's a pity for the other students. If you could be like Miss Granger and Mr. Holmes...

Especially if you know all my secrets like Miss Granger, you can become as good as them!

well, let's get back to business.

I've already heard about what happened last term from Headmaster Albus.

As a course that requires extremely high practical application, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts requires more than just reading from the textbook.

Yet that's exactly what your professor did last semester.

Although I don't like to speak ill of others behind their backs...but I have to say that Professor Quirinus Quirrell is not a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Of course, compared to me, there aren't many professors who can be called excellent."

Although Professor Lockhart praised himself while stepping on Quirrell, his speech this time did not cause as much controversy as before.

Because what he said is true.

Professor Quirrell is essentially a heartless repeater.

Although I completed the first-grade teaching content according to schedule last semester, I actually just read the textbook again.

In short, it's all .ppt, no .exe at all.

Instead, it was Severus Snape, the Potions professor and Head of Slytherin House, who came to teach them some real skills.

The "Expelliarmus" technique, which Harry now uses most skillfully, was learned at that time.

Of course, at the end of the semester, everyone knew that Quirrell's motives were not pure and his goal was the Philosopher's Stone.

It is understandable that people like this don't teach well.

Seeing that the students in the class agreed with what he said, Professor Lockhart nodded with satisfaction.

Great, time to show some real skills!

He coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention, then bent down, took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

This action made Harry and Ron look at each other again, and both of them saw the surprise in their good brother's eyes.

Lockhart, he actually made preparations!
"I certainly won't read from the textbook like your last Defense Against the Dark Arts professor did."

Taking the looks of the young wizards in his eyes, Professor Lockhart smiled slightly:
"As a first lesson of the new semester, I intend to teach you how to defend yourself against the greatest evil known to the wizarding world!
At the same time, it is also the most terrifying thing you will face in this classroom.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I'm here, you won't be hurt.

Now, I just ask you to remain calm."

Because sufficient groundwork had been laid before, Professor Lockhart's words at this moment naturally attracted the attention of the entire class.

Harry couldn't help but stick his head out from behind the pile of books, wanting to take a good look at the cage.

Dean and Seamus in the front row stopped laughing when Professor Lockhart placed a hand on the hood.

Neville in the first row shrank back even more.

"I must ask you not to scream," Professor Lockhart lowered his voice, "because it will irritate them!"

As almost the entire class held their breath, Professor Lockhart suddenly lifted the cover, revealing the creature inside.

"Perhaps some of you recognize them."

Professor Lockhart said in a tone as if performing a magic trick, "They are the Cornish pixies I just caught!"

These elves are dark blue in color, about eight inches tall, and have small, pointed faces.

As soon as Professor Lockhart took the cover off, they began chirping and jumping up and down.

Not only that, they also shook the cage bars desperately and made all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.

Judging from the sounds they make, the voices of these little guys are shrill and harsh, like a lot of parrots quarreling.

"Bloody hell! I actually believed his nonsense just now!" Ron was immediately deflated after seeing this scene.

The reactions of the other students in the class were similar to Ron's, and many young wizards even sneered.

Some little witches actually gave him face and didn't make fun of him directly.

But seeing how they were trying to suppress their smiles, he knew that these were not the screams that Lockhart wanted.

"hehe."

Professor Lockhart took in the expressions of all the young wizards and smiled at Seamus in the front row.

"Mr. Seamus Finnigan, you think they are not terrible...

Or, they're not very dangerous, are they?"

Seamus didn't answer, but from the way he was laughing so hard it was obvious that he thought so.

"Don't look down on them!"

Professor Lockhart shook his head helplessly at Seamus, "You know, their classification level for magical creatures in the British Ministry of Magic is 'XXX'!
They are playful and cunning little destroyers, but also great training targets!"

Even though Professor Lockhart had said this, not many young wizards took his words to heart.

Only Neville, who was sitting in the first row, seemed to be frightened by his words and shrank back under the table.

The main reason why the little wizards behaved in this way was that the magical creature called "Cornish Pixie" by Professor Lockhart was not a dark magic creature.

In fact, its real name is Pixie.

The reason why it is given the prefix "Cornwall" is because the main distribution area of ​​this creature is in Cornwall, England.

Of course, they are indeed very naughty, and there is no problem with the ××× level.

But in the eyes of most wizards, it is almost harmless.

Professor Lockhart said they were "the most evil things known to the wizarding world", "the most terrifying things you will face in this classroom", and "screaming will anger them"...

This is too exaggerated.

"Alright alright……"

Seeing that few people were listening to him, Professor Lockhart raised his voice.

"Since you are so confident, let me see how you deal with them!"

At this moment, Sherlock looked at the pile of Lockhart series books in front of Harry and patted him on the shoulder.

"Dear Harry, if I were you I would put them away right now."

As he spoke, he put all the textbooks, ink, and feather disease that he had placed on the table into his schoolbag.

Although Harry didn't understand what was going on, he always obeyed Sherlock, so without saying a word, he threw all seven books that were originally used to block his view into his schoolbag.

Hermione and Ron followed suit and immediately did the same.

Although Harry and Ron did this, they didn't know why they did it.

However, Hermione knew the reason the moment Sherlock reminded her.

The next moment, Professor Lockhart opened the cage door.

"boom!"

After rushing out of the cage, these elves rushed out as fast as lightning and unstoppable.

Once it escapes from the cage, it will run rampant and fly around.

Neville in the first row was already prepared, so the moment Professor Lockhart opened the cage door, he shrank under the table without saying a word.

This action saved him a lucky escape.

But this meant that Seamus, who was sitting in the front row and laughing the most, became the one who bore the brunt of the impact.

With a smile still on his face, Seamus was lifted up by two elves, grabbing his ears.

"Oh no!"

"Let me go, let me go!"

"That...can't be done!"

He struggled desperately, but he was already in the middle of the classroom and had no support, so he was completely helpless.

We can only let it do what it wants.

However, this was just one scene in the chaos.

Among the elves, some were particularly eager for freedom. As soon as they rushed out of the cage, they had a clear goal and broke the glass and rushed out of the window.

The cold wind from outside blew in, and the air in the classroom became much fresher in an instant.

The remaining elves naturally could not sit idle, and they started to wreak havoc in the classroom without restraint.

Some grabbed ink bottles and splashed them at the whole class, some threw the little wizards' backpacks and textbooks out of the broken windows, some turned the trash cans upside down, and some simply tore the textbooks on the table and the pictures on the wall to pieces.

Only the four people in the last row were able to escape because they packed up their things early after Sherlock reminded them.

“Bloody hell! What the hell!
Sherlock, thank goodness you reminded me that his books are awfully expensive!"

Ron was very grateful for this and was about to crawl under the table.

But as soon as he made this move, Sherlock grabbed him.

Sherlock was very strong and stopped Ron from squatting.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Ron looked at Sherlock in confusion.

Not buddy.

What do you mean?
I know that my relationship with you is not as close as that between Harry and Hermione, but that doesn't mean you have to sacrifice me, right?
(End of this chapter)