Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 98 Lockhart’s Class

In the next few days, Xi Lun almost treated the library as his second common room. After class every day, he would sit at the long oak table in the library on time and would not leave until curfew.

Before, he always borrowed books to read in the dormitory, but later Hermione told him that there was no limit to the number of books he could read in the library. As long as they could fit on the table, he could borrow as many books as he wanted.

“That’s what I do,” she said. “I check out ten books at a time, then pick out my two favorites and read them later.”

Then Ciarán started going to the library regularly, and Hermione would sometimes join him. Ron, like Harry, only came when he had homework.

However, in recent days, Harry has been coming to the library more often, because it is one of the few safe places where he will not "accidentally" encounter Lockhart.

Harry had to admit that he quite enjoyed the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, especially the first class, where Lockhart left a very good impression on him.

But in his daily life afterwards, Lockhart's exaggerated self-boasting and pretentiousness made this good impression plummet.

And for some reason, Lockhart always liked to make trouble for Harry, and every time he would say some strange things in front of many people, making him feel embarrassed.

Yesterday, he told Malfoy in front of him that Harry shouldn't indulge in the taste of fame and give out autographed photos everywhere.

"I don't want to be on the front page of any headlines!" Harry complained for the umpteenth time. "And I don't want to post any autographed photos of Colin Creevey either."

By the way, Colin Creevey is a first-year Gryffindor student, Harry's ardent admirer, and the second person Harry doesn't want to meet.

But Colin Creevey was even more persistent than Lockhart. Not only would he wait for him early every day in the common room, classroom corridors, and at the entrance of the auditorium, he also always wanted to take pictures of him.

This enthusiasm made Harry suffer a lot. He thought more than once that if only Colin's idol was Lockhart, they would both be satisfied!

"Okay, stop complaining," Siren said, "or you'll be kicked out of the library by Madam Pince, and then you'll probably lose your only refuge."

Harry quickly shut his mouth.

But he soon noticed that Xi Lun had sorted out all the books and returned them, leaving only one.

"Don't you want to read it?"

"It's time to go to class."

"Oh, yes, today is only Friday." Harry scratched his hair. He had become more and more irritable recently because of the matter between Lockhart and Colin, as well as Malfoy's ridicule.

The two walked out of the library.

"What are our classes today?" Harry asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Siren said, "so I don't have to change floors."

They walked down two corridors and just around the corner ahead they would reach Lockhart's large classroom.

But at this moment, Harry's body suddenly tensed up, and he subconsciously said, "It's coming."

"What……"

Before Xi Lun could say anything, he saw a nimble figure suddenly jump out from the other side of the corridor, waving excitedly.

"How are you, Harry?"

"Hello, Colin." Harry sighed helplessly.

Then the other party ran away happily.

"It's always like this." Harry sighed, "It's like Colin has memorized my schedule. I see him in almost every class."

This……

Xi Lun patted his shoulder sympathetically and said, "No one can help you with this. You'll just get used to it."

"That's probably difficult." Harry looked a little irritated, "And Lockhart, I really don't want to run into them now, because every time they pull me aside to say something weird, Malfoy appears nearby like a ghost and spreads those words with exaggerated meaning.

"Do you know what Hagrid thinks of me right now?"

Xi Lun shook his head. He had been in the library recently and hadn't visited Hagrid for a long time.

"Hagrid thought I was selling signed pictures in the castle and setting up a Harry Potter fan club, and he even complained that I hadn't invited him."

When Harry mentioned the name of the Harry Potter Fans Club, his face turned red instantly, but he still said it out loud.

"I guess Hagrid is probably joking with you." Siren tried hard not to laugh. "He knows you're not a vain person."

"I understand," said Harry. "I just didn't expect Hagrid knew about it. This is all Malfoy's fault!"

"Let me give you an idea," Siren said, "next time Malfoy makes fun of you, just give him a good beating. I promise you'll have fewer similar troubles."

"No, I'll lose points for that." Harry's shoulders slumped, a little discouraged.

"It's just a point deduction. It's not like we haven't been deducted points before." Xi Lun laughed. "Besides, can Professor McGonagall deduct more than 200 points from us?"

They were deducted 200 points in their freshman year, but still won the college cup.

"No, I still can't." Harry thought about it and shook his head. "What if Professor McGonagall gets too angry and disqualifies Gryffindor from the Quidditch match? Oliver will kill me."

"Well..." Xi Lun laughed and said, "Last time, Professor McGonagall got so angry because there were too many people. As long as you control the number of people and don't use wands, you don't have to worry about being disqualified."

At Hogwarts, the worst impact is magical conflict, but if there is no wand involved and it is just a simple fight, it is actually not a big deal at all. Even if you are injured, sending you to the school hospital will only require a roll of bandages and a handful of distilled essence.

It's just that Harry has lived in Muggle society since he was a child and has not realized this yet.

"It's time to go to class." Xiren continued walking forward and Harry hurried to follow.

After the two of them entered the classroom, Lockhart followed in. He also designed a wizard's hat that hung diagonally on his fluffy blonde hair.

"Good afternoon, students." As if they had rehearsed, Lockhart himself and his portraits around him spoke at the same time, with great momentum.

He seems to have something new to offer in every class.

"Good afternoon, Professor Lockhart." Hermione's face had begun to turn red. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." He winked and gave a playful smile.

"Okay, let's start the class." He walked to the podium and bowed slightly. "First of all, please allow me to apologize to you. I only just realized that due to the different course content, you and Slytherin actually had such a big conflict."

The conflict with Slytherin?

Xi Lun didn't react at first, but then he realized that it happened last week. Now even Oliver Wood has gradually accepted the punishment of not being able to use the Quidditch field, but Lockhart just found out?

"Then professor, why are the courses different?" someone asked.

"That has to do with my experience at Durmstrang, helping them deal with the snow goblins." Lockhart smiled slightly. "To thank me for helping them solve a big problem, the headmaster of Durmstrang invited me to stay and teach several times... Don't worry, I refused them all because I had just promised Albus that I would return to Hogwarts to help him."

Several students clapped cooperatively.

"Although I rejected it, in order not to disappoint those children, I also shared some of my experience with the teachers there..."

Lockhart's tone suddenly changed to one of regret. "Yes, just as you think, it's what the Slytherins learned in class. I greedily wanted to teach you all this, but I didn't expect it to cause such serious consequences. It's all my fault."

“So I decided that all future classes would be treated the same.”

Someone applauded again, and Xi Lun suspected for a moment that Lockhart had paid someone to do so.

At the same time, Xi Lun also saw the "treasure" he left for Durmstrang - the stage play.

He copied the content of "Wandering with Werewolves" in class.

Harry would play the werewolf, (I knew it would be like this) and Harry stood up reluctantly.

"Next... Miss Granger, would you be willing to temporarily play my identity?" What Ciron didn't expect was that Lockhart did not want to defeat the savior himself, but gave this opportunity to Hermione.

Of course Hermione couldn't refuse, and under the pairs of sharp gazes, she walked forward resolutely without even taking the book.

She can even recite "Wandering with Werewolves" in its entirety.

Then, Lockhart acted as the narrator, describing the scene in a vivid and moving voice, while Hermione and Harry performed in the background.

But Xi Lun knew why he arranged it this way.

Because Hermione's position was completely blocked by Lockhart, the narrator standing in front, only a wand could be seen from the bottom.

As for Harry, he was completely unobstructed, vividly interpreting the image of a defeated werewolf... just taking a beating,

Because Lockhart insisted that Hermione use a real spell in order to achieve authenticity (I know you can't perform a humanoid spell, but it doesn't matter, you can probably perform a cleansing spell).
Then Harry was "cleaned up" for a whole class, and when the get out of class was over, Xiren felt that his whole body was glowing.

"I swear, I really don't want to learn Slytherin's course content." Harry sighed softly.

"Then you may be disappointed. The effect of this class is quite good," said Xi Lun.

Lockhart seemed to have a talent for acting, and his descriptions were vivid and emotional. Although his movements were a bit exaggerated, the visual effect was maximized because of the addition of Hermione's "real magic".

But Hermione was very cooperative, and she took turns using the Cleansing Charm and the Warming Wind Charm, which greatly enriched Lockhart's performance.

Therefore, every time the magic exploded on Harry, the "werewolf", the students below would let out bursts of exclamations.

Harry felt sick when he heard Xiren say that.

"Really?" He looked hopefully at Ron who had just come running over.

Ron hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. After all, even he had been fascinated for a while, and Seamus Finnigan was also saying something beside him, "This is just like watching a movie."

Ron didn't know what movie he was talking about, but he knew Seamus would be quite satisfied.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He had a vague feeling that if this class was so popular, Lockhart would definitely continue it.

By then, he might have to play the monsters in his books himself.

"Why can't we just continue with our previous lesson!" Harry couldn't help but ask, "I wouldn't mind catching Cornish pixies for a year."

"I heard that Slytherin caused some trouble last class," Ron said. "When they were catching elves, they deliberately cast spells on the students and caused quite a bit of trouble. I heard someone was sent to the school hospital.

"Professor McGonagall was very angry and stopped Lockhart from doing that again."

"There is such a thing?" Xi Lun asked in surprise: "How did you know?"

"It wasn't me, it was Fred and George," Ron explained. "They overheard Professor McGonagall's conversation with Lockhart when they went to see her the other day. I wanted to tell you about it, but you all ended up staying in the library."

As he said this, Ron looked at Harry dimly, as if accusing him of betrayal.

Harry turned his head away embarrassedly. He didn't mean to abandon Ron. It was just that the library was the only place where he could find some peace and quiet.

Only then did Xi Lun understand. No wonder Lockhart suddenly brought up what happened a week ago and even changed the way of teaching. It turned out that he had gone too far.

Come to think of it, how could those Slytherins honestly go and catch elves? But Siren was more curious about how Lockhart handled the chaotic scene.

Speaking of which, Lockhart's transformation was quite successful. Although his new course was still a scam that only talked but did not act, except for Harry, no one seemed to have any major objections.

Ron didn't know what to say to comfort Harry, so he just stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder. "At least... well, Hermione's magic won't really hurt you."

Harry didn't know what to say anymore.

What made him even more upset was that not long after the three of them left the classroom, a familiar figure ran over quickly and began waving vigorously from a distance:
"Harry, how are you?"

"Oh, he's here again, let's go!" Harry felt his scalp tingling, grabbed Xiren's arm hard, and dragged him downstairs.

"Harry, where are you going?" Ron asked from behind.

"I need to ask Madam Pince if I can stay in the library for a few days."

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(End of this chapter)