Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

Especially the little girls, many little witches screamed when they saw him for the first time, with the same crazy look in their eyes as when they saw a big star.

"Ahh! Professor Lockhart is so handsome!"

"Yes, yes, I never thought that such an outstanding and handsome Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart would become our professor!"

Lycos immediately heard screams from not far away. They were Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson.

"Hey, Pansy, is he really that handsome?" Draco was a little dissatisfied with the performance of his childhood sweetheart Pansy. "I don't think I'm much worse than him."

As he spoke, Draco rubbed his face.

Pansy glanced at Draco, then looked back at Lockhart, feeling conflicted, not knowing whether she should tell him the truth.

"You?" Daphne didn't have so many concerns and said mercilessly, "If it was Lycos who said that, it would be fine, but you are asking for trouble by saying that!"

"That's right, you are not Lycos, how dare you compete with Professor Lockhart!" Other little witches echoed.

Draco fell silent and couldn't help but look at Lycos who was next to Cassandra.

Lycos shrugged and gave him a helpless look.

"It's okay, Draco. You may not be as handsome as Lycos, but you don't have as good grades as him either!" Crabbe said incoherently with a meat pie in his mouth.

"Yes, Draco." Goyle agreed. "Although you may not be as good as Lex, you don't know as much magic as he does!"

Draco: "..."

He buried his face in the rice plate, turned his grief and anger into food intake, and decided to ignore this cruel reality!

"Ah, classmates, everyone, look at me!"

At this moment, Lockhart walked down from the professor's seat and shouted loudly to the four long college tables.

The students all stopped eating. The girls looked at him with admiration and envy, while the boys looked at him with puzzled eyes... For a moment, Lockhart became the center of attention in the entire auditorium.

Lycos and Cassandra were the few young wizards who knew that Lockhart was actually a fool.

They stood side by side, arms folded, watching quietly to see what Lockhart was going to do.

"So you girls really think Lockhart is handsome?" Lycos whispered in Cassandra's ear. "As for me, he's just okay. He just takes care of himself."

"Yes, he's not as handsome as you." Cassandra's eyebrows arched, a light smile on her lips. "Isn't this what you wanted to hear? As you wish~"

Lycos froze in place.

There was really no point in continuing the conversation today... Lycos had the feeling that Cassandra had completely let herself go since they faced the Fiery Flame together yesterday. She was no longer as aloof as before, and instead would tease him from time to time.

Who can stand this...

At the same time, Lockhart finished a long series of self-introductions and began to get to the point.

"I've heard! You went through an unprecedented disaster yesterday, and I'm heartbroken that I didn't stay on the train!"

Lockhart spoke with such vigor that it seemed as if he were delivering an impassioned speech.

I have to say, as an idol star, his professional ability is still very good. It's a pity that for the sake of fame, he had to come to Hogwarts to be a professor to gild his reputation...

"To be honest, if I had been on the Hogwarts Express, what happened yesterday would never have happened!" Lockhart continued to boast.

"With me here, you don't even have to do anything. Those Fiendfyres can't possibly get within a mile of the train! Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many wounded in the school infirmary right now."

"I am deeply saddened by your ordeal... Fortunately, the head nurse of the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey, has received my guidance and will be able to quickly heal those children who are deeply hurt!"

"Don't worry, I will teach you the best Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester, so that each of you will be able to face Fiendfyre on your own!"

As he spoke, Lockhart's right hand circled in the air in a fancy way, and then he bowed gracefully to the young wizards present.

His fangirl witches immediately started screaming in unison, cheering for their idol.

"He's really good at pretending." Lycos smacked his lips and felt goosebumps all over his body.

"Look at the expressions on Professor McGonagall's faces." Cassandra's eyes were playful, and she pointed at the professors in the chairs whose faces were filled with gloom. "They must be fed up with Professor Lockhart."

Lycos looked at the other professors in the professorial seats and found that they all had impatient expressions.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly; the smile on Professor Sprout's face disappeared; Professor Flitwick awkwardly pushed away a pile of books on his seat and hid behind the table; Snape's hand trembled as he held the fork, as if he wanted to poke the cutlery into Lockhart's face covered with makeup...

However, Lockhart was completely oblivious to this and continued with his performance.

"Also, I hope the children in the school clinic recover soon."

"Your caring Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Dark Arts Defense League, and five-time winner of the Witcher Weekly Most Charming Smile Award."

After he said his name, he did not forget to follow it up with a series of honors.

"I can't stand it anymore, it's too greasy..." Lycos finally couldn't stand the greasiness coming at him, so he turned around and walked out of the auditorium.

"Although he's greasy, Lockhart is quite interesting." Cassandra followed beside him, her eyes revealing a look of interest. "Don't you think Lockhart's performance can be viewed as a stage play?"

"That's right." Lycos nodded casually. "Lockhart has probably made acting a part of his life. Not everyone can be so ingrained in him."

"Well, you're right." Cassandra smiled faintly. "So do you remember what our first class this semester was?"

Lycos was stunned for a moment and suddenly had a bad feeling.

He quickly pulled out a class schedule from his snakeskin wallet, and then the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

"It's actually Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

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Chapter 125: Unreliable Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was packed with young wizards.

Even the corridor outside was crowded with people. Everyone wanted to hear what kind of vivid Defense Against the Dark Arts class this renowned expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts and recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, would give.

"What are you all doing crowded here?!"

The Transfiguration classroom is also located on the second floor of the castle. Professor McGonagall, who was passing by, happened to see the young wizards crowded in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

She pursed her lips and angrily drove away the group of little wizards who were watching the fun, asking them to go to the classroom where they were supposed to attend class.

"And you guys, do you really think I can't see it?"

After driving away the little wizards in the corridor, Professor McGonagall walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and glared at the students sitting in every corner.

"Miss Penelope Clearwater, you are the prefect of Ravenclaw. Are you going to take the lead and wander into other people's classrooms?"

"Professor, we don't have classes this period." The student named Penelope Clearwater raised her hand.

She is a beautiful senior witch with long wavy hair.

"I think attending other classes in my free time is also a good way to learn," Penelope said seriously.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Professor McGonagall's face turned pale with anger. "Tell me, what's the point of you senior students who have passed OWLS (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) coming to take second-year classes?"

Penelope and the two senior witches sitting next to her didn't dare to speak.

"Now, anyone who doesn't want to attend this class, leave the classroom immediately!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice and shouted.

The other students, hampered by the Vice-Principal's authority, finally slipped out of the classroom reluctantly. Before leaving, they looked back at Lockhart's handsome face with reluctance...

"Professor McGonagall, there's no need to blame them. They are just girls who are deeply infatuated with me!" Lockhart walked down from the podium and bowed to the departing little witches as he spoke, which caused another round of screams.

"Being fascinated by me is perfectly normal. There's no need to be too harsh on these girls...right?"

He turned and winked at the remaining second-year wizards in the classroom.

There was another scream.

Lycos sat in his seat, feeling numb. In just one morning, because of the screams that came one after another, his ears didn't feel like his own anymore.

"It's terrible, these star-chasing witches are too terrible..." Draco was even more overwhelmed and kept muttering.

Fortunately, the senior witches from other grades who came to take the class left, otherwise the screams would have been even louder.

"Professor Lockhart, I must remind you—" Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart with an unfriendly look, "This is not your new book signing party, and the school is not a place for you to act recklessly. You'd better show your real ability in teaching!"

"Of course, of course!" Lockhart agreed hastily. "I'll use the same prowess I've shown against vampires, witches, and ghouls to train these little ones to become powerful experts in defense against the dark arts!"

Professor McGonagall still didn't seem to believe him, but in the end she didn't say anything more and turned and walked out of the classroom.

She had a Transfiguration class to attend soon and didn't have time to waste on Lockhart...

After Professor McGonagall left, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to quiet everyone down.

He reached for a copy of Running with Trolls by the little witch in the front row, showing the winking picture of himself on the cover.

"I am Gilderoy Lockhart!" He pointed to his own photo, blinked, and introduced himself again:

"Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and five-time winner of the Witcher Weekly Most Charming Smile Award—but I don't talk about that. I don't drive away ghouls with a smile!"

"I think he drives away the ghouls by introducing himself," Draco grumbled quietly beside him.

Gilderoy Lockhart thought he had told a very funny joke and stood there waiting for everyone to laugh.

But this joke was not very funny. Only his female fans smiled faintly... In their eyes, whatever Lockhart did was funny.

"I see you all bought all my books—great!"

Lockhart seemed very happy and continued:

"I thought we'd start today with a little test. Don't be afraid—it's just to see how you read and how much you've understood..."

As he spoke, he began to distribute papers to the young wizards present.

"Obviously, he didn't notice whether we brought any books." Draco and Lycos whispered to each other, "You clearly didn't buy any books, and he didn't notice."

"Instead of spending so much money on Lockhart's storybooks, I'd rather donate the money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries," Lycos said with a frown. "To brag about selling your own storybooks for this price is really taking advantage of the students of Hogwarts."

"Aren't you worried that Lockhart will find out you didn't buy the book?" Draco waited until Lockhart passed by before asking cautiously, "What if he wants to punish you?"

"You must be joking!" Lycos said confidently, "I'm a poor student from an orphanage. Isn't it normal that I can't afford all those expensive books he has?"

Draco fell into deep thought.

He almost forgot that Lecos was a poor student... as if this so-called poor student had never been truly poor.

As soon as the school started, Lycos took a large amount of gold galleons from Draco and bought himself a whole new set of equipment. When the holidays came, he got a large amount of gold coins from the wealthy woman Cassandra. During the holidays, he robbed two dark wizards and took away all their belongings...

But when it comes time to buy books, you become a poor student again?

At this time, Gilderoy Lockhart had finished handing out the test papers and returned to the podium:

"I'll give you thirty minutes to see how you answer the questions. Now—start!"