Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Gal nodded, suppressing a laugh.However, the other little wizards who already knew what Lockhart was trying to do were still a little worried. After all, the destructive power of the Cornish elves had been fully verified. To be honest, they were all ready to take action. Ready to run.

"Ta-ta~~!" After brewing for two seconds, Lockhart lifted the black cloth covering the cage and said in a loud voice: "The Cornish elf we just caught ! The extremely cunning saboteur!"

Facing those little monsters with livid skin, wings, and shrill voices, the little wizards did not scream, nor did they laugh sarcastically or disdainfully.A few people swallowed, and a few people tied their shoelaces again.Cedric, Gal and Arlin were ready to draw their wands, and Violet also put her finger on the wand next to the book.

"Okay." Lockhart took two steps back and came to the side behind the table near the door of the inner room. "Let's see how you will deal with them-"

He put his hand to the cage door and was about to open it when he heard Moon suddenly call him "Professor Lockhart?"

"Huh?" Lockhart was startled for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Moon, but fell into a daze when his eyes met.

The Confusion spell that was once used to deal with Dudley now became a weapon to temporarily control Lockhart.

At the same time, while others were not paying attention, Moon controlled the latch of the cage door and jumped away directly. Violet, Cedric and others seemed to have received the signal, and they all stood up and faced each other at the same time. Looking at the cage, he recited the incantation: "PetrificusTotalus!"

Naturally, the power of a few little wizards was not enough to petrify all the twenty Cornish elves in the cage, but Moon only needed their help to petrify some of them.

Nearly half of the remaining elves came out of the cage chattering like runaway mad dogs.Unlike Moon, the little wizards didn't realize that Violet and the others were unable to control all the elves. They were originally excited to think that the difficult problem had been solved, but when they saw such a terrifying scene, they were immediately shocked. He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

Although the fifth grade students successfully dealt with these elves yesterday, they still suffered some losses - they are not stupid, and even if they really have the ability to deal with them, they do not intend to work for the narcissistic maniac Lockhart in vain.Not to mention that there are some young wizards who are not good at casting spells. Are they left here to wait for disaster?

Milton and the others wanted to drag Gal to run with them, and there were many people calling out the names of Munn and others, but Munn sat there as steady as an old dog, motionless, and just quietly pointed his finger at the person who was still in the Confusion Technique. Lockhart in Control "He's the target."

A spell from the Grimoire - Command.

Moon had never used this thing to deal with the Cornish elves before, and had only ordered the elk on the mountain, so he sought help from Cedric and the others and asked them to control a group of elves, and then he would order the rest. Those, you can save as much trouble as you can.

However, after the command technique was released, he found that he still had a lot of energy left, but it seemed that it was unnecessary.

After receiving Munn's order, the dozen or so elves who were not petrified immediately became energetic and made a large circle in the air. They regarded the panicked little wizards as nothing and headed straight for Lockhart.

In the confused eyes of the little wizards who were about to escape, the beautiful quill on Lockhart's desk was cut into two parts, one part was pinned into Lockhart's hair, and the other part was stuffed into Lockhart's mouth.

Lockhart, who was affected by external forces, finally woke up from the Confusion spell. Before he could wonder why most of the little wizards in the classroom stood up, he found that the cage containing the Cornish elf had been opened. .

Something was wrong. Wasn't he stopped by Moon Fox before he could even open the cage?

what's the situation?

No one could answer his doubts, not to mention that less than a second later, he himself was too lazy to wonder.

What is that sound coming to my ears?Is it the sound of canvas being torn?

No, it was the sound of heartbreak.

Lockhart watched in horror as his most beloved portrait was torn from it. The Cornish elf who had done such a good thing was still looking at him with a smile and grinning at him.

What's your level?Dare you laugh like me? !

He spit out the half of the quill in his mouth, and ignored the smell of ink in his mouth. He angrily took a step towards the torn portrait - and then he was killed by two other Cornish The elf stumbled suddenly and fell to the ground.

This fall shook away the nervousness of the young wizards, and also woke up Lockhart who was belatedly aware of it.

The little wizards were so amused that they laughed loudly, and Lockhart hurriedly shouted: "Quick! Classmates! It's time for you to show your mastery of magic! These~~——!!!"

The rapid words were temporarily terminated by a subtle transposition. Four Cornish elves grabbed Lockhart's trousers and lifted him up upside down.He tried hard to kick his legs and wave his hands to drive away the elves, but no matter how hard he exerted while hanging upside down in mid-air, his resistance was as weak as a little sheep kissed by a wolf.

"Classmates!" After realizing that the resistance was ineffective, Lockhart continued to ask for help from the little wizards. "Hurry! Deal with these elves! Capture them back to the cage! Show off your magic skills!"

There were a few little girls, such as Alma, who were already soft-hearted and were almost persuaded by Lockhart in just a few words.Fortunately, someone immediately mentioned the tragedy they had heard about in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which made them temporarily put aside their desire to help others.

Moon also had no intention of rescuing him for the time being. The order he gave to the elves in Cornwall was only to "target Lockhart" rather than "kill Lockhart." These Cornish elves who are keen on tricks and pranks The shire elf will not threaten Lockhart's life, let alone do anything too harmful.Even the most humiliating behaviors, such as trying to pull off Lockhart's clothes and pants, were stopped by Moon.

Therefore, he still sat there obediently, looking at Lockhart who had become the "Hanged Man", and reminded him at the right time: "Professor, you can use your wand."

"Oh yes, wand, my wand..." Lockhart woke up from a dream and quickly reached out to grab the wand, even forgetting that he could no longer cast any decent spells except the Oblivion Curse.

In fact, even if it could be used, it would be useless, because Moon's reminder was really timely - Lockhart's wand was already on the verge of falling.

Sure enough, as soon as Lockhart moved to take the wand, the wand fell out of his pocket.

Fortunately, the wand didn't fall to the ground.

Unfortunately, the wand fell into the clutches of one of the Cornish elves.

"Oh... don't..." Lockhart was completely dumbfounded. He felt that he might not be any more unlucky today.

However, usually when a person thinks this way, his idea turns out to be completely wrong.

Lockhart is no exception.

The elf didn't just break his wand as Lockhart thought - but Merlin testified that Lockhart wanted the elf to break his wand.Because the wand that originally belonged to him was now being used to poke and burn his portrait.

"Help! Help! Help me!" Lockhart closed his eyes in pain and waved his arms vigorously. He didn't care about his face at this moment. In just a few moments, his painting had been Three paintings were damaged. If all the paintings here were damaged, his loss would be too great - they are all his favorite paintings!

A picture costs a lot of money!

At this point, the little wizards were completely speechless. Those who were still looking for explanations for Lockhart two days ago were even more ashamed now. They wished they could travel back to that time and block their mouths.

Everyone knows that, not to mention Professor Greengrass, even if Assistant Black or Assistant Lupine is here, they will never become as embarrassed as Lockhart.

What a unique teaching method, what a famous hero... Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. At this moment, in the entire fourth grade Hufflepuff, there is no one who doesn't think Lockhart is a big idiot.

Ten minutes later, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was undoubtedly ended early. The little wizards walked out of the classroom whispering to each other, with expressions on their faces that could not be described as more disgusting or more disbelieving.

Only Lockhart, whose clothes were messy and tattered, and whose hair was tousled like a henhouse, was left sitting on the floor of the classroom with a dull expression, surrounded by broken picture frames and torn canvases.And the elves who were the culprits of all this, actually got back into the cage inexplicably after doing him like this, and even closed the cage door spontaneously.

Who can tell him what the hell is wrong with those Cornish elves?

Nightmare, this is simply a nightmare!

It had only been less than a week since school started, and on the third day of class, he seemed to have messed up everything.

What's even more frightening is that the things he screwed up are likely to spread and become known to everyone. By then, his reputation may be in jeopardy immediately.

After all, Hogwarts now has a school newspaper...

Lockhart shuddered and immediately jumped up from the ground.

No, he has to go find Moon Fox. What happened in today's class must not be spread outside the school!

At least not in the newspaper!

Chapter No.16 "Devil" Prediction

The annual school recruitment process has begun again.

There is no way, as a group of people graduate and a group of people enroll, the school newspaper office will inevitably have a shortage of manpower.What's more, even those who have not graduated yet will always become busier and busier as they advance in grade.

Just like Moon and the others, they had a lot of leisure in the first and second grade, but when they entered the third grade, elective courses were added to the curriculum, and their free time every day suddenly became much less.

As they entered fourth grade this year, not only did the situation not get better, but they also had a new important task. After all, their OWLs were coming soon.

It’s very difficult. After all, this thing is different from the usual final exam. If you fail the OWLs, you will not be able to take the corresponding courses later, and you will not be able to participate in the final NEWT exam - don’t think this is a good thing. Well, at least in the British wizarding world, most jobs with a certain technical level depend on NEWT exam results.

After all, this is almost equivalent to proof of your level of magical knowledge and spell casting.

Of course, if a young Muggle-born wizard is willing to return to Muggle society and live with Muggles after graduation, then he doesn't need to worry too much about this.

For example, Gal, relatively speaking, his pressure is less than Aarling.

What, you mean Moon and Cedric?

There is no way, the world of Xueshen is like this, I can only understand it.

Moon did not participate in this year's recruitment. Instead, the task was handed over to the hands of Hesper, Quaid, and Qiu.After all, the school newspaper will be handed over to them sooner or later, and it is better to let them get in touch with these tasks early than to temporarily take over it later - at least now Moon can still do the final review at the back.

However, it turns out that there is a price to pay for skipping class. As soon as Moon left the school newspaper office, he was blocked in the corridor by Professor Lockhart.

Nowadays, he has returned to his former graceful and decent appearance. Although he insists on it with a bit of a stubborn tongue, it is right to think about it. As long as he is not embarrassed, wouldn't it be someone else who is embarrassed? .

"Fox, listen to me Fox." As soon as he saw Munn, Lockhart's energy level immediately reached a new level. He ran to Munn in three steps and two steps at a time, and grabbed his hand.

Moon stopped and took one step ahead to hold the handle of the bag with his hand. "What's the matter, Professor Lockhart?"

Lockhart pretended to maintain a smile, but the small movements of his hands back and forth revealed all the panic and embarrassment in his heart. "Ha, ah, haha, it's nothing, I just want to sincerely apologize to you - oh, you know, I've been really busy lately. I guess you can understand the worries of celebrities, right? I have to reply to countless letters from readers, and I have to prepare courses, not to mention I was seriously ill. Hahaha, that was not the case yesterday. You should be able to understand my true strength after reading so many of my works, right? If I didn’t have any ability, how could I have accomplished so many things?”

The more he spoke, the more confident he became, and the more he spoke, the more he held his head high. In the end, from the light in his eyes, it seemed that even he believed this rhetoric.

"So, you will not add insult to injury and put what happened yesterday in the newspaper or talk about it, right, Fox, after all, you like my books so much."

Moon looked at Lockhart's handsome face and suddenly felt a little sad. "Don't worry, Professor, I won't publicize what happened yesterday in the school newspaper."

Before Lockhart could express his joy, Moon's conversation suddenly changed.

"But the problem is, I probably don't need to publicize it through the school newspaper. After all, every classmate yesterday saw your performance. Everyone will have their own judgment on how strong you are and what kind of person you are."

"I'm sorry that you are seriously ill, but since you are ill, it is better to take a good rest and recuperate. After all, if you bring the Cornish elf to class again, you will be frightened like yesterday. If so, I’m afraid it will take a long time to recover from this disease, right?”

Looking at Moon's slowly leaving figure, Lockhart's face turned red and white for a while, and then he finally gritted his teeth and turned around to leave.

He couldn't help but wonder if Moon Fox had figured out that he was a guy without any ink in his stomach.

Or was it that he was actually overthinking it and that boy was just mocking him?

Lockhart thinks it's more likely to be the latter. After all, how old is that kid this year?In the fourth grade, his disguise has never been seen through in years. How could a fourth grade kid conclude that he has no merit so quickly?

Most likely just like other little wizards, they felt that although he was capable, he was not as powerful as the books boasted.

Lockhart walked towards the teacher's lounge with a gloomy look on his face. His mind was filled with the conversation just now, and he didn't even notice a figure running towards him with his head buried in the opposite direction.

"Bang——!" Lockhart was knocked staggering, and the girl who ran over immediately lost her balance, tilted her body, and the things in her hands fell to the ground.

"Hey!" Lockhart screamed in pain, grinning and rubbing his side where he had been hit with a headbutt. "This can't be done. You have to -" when walking.

Before he finished speaking, the girl quickly said "I'm sorry", then immediately grabbed the books on the ground and ran away.

"Hey!" Lockhart's eyes widened as he watched the girl with long hair run away from here without even having time to say the next words.He complained silently, trying to use pressure to relieve the pain, and at the same time trying to remember who the girl was. He bumped into the professor and didn't even say sorry.

However, until the end, he never remembered who the girl was. At least, he had never seen this little girl in his class.

…………

Professor Dumbledore did not return to Hogwarts until the end of the first week and the official start of the second week of classes.Moon tried to make a prediction, but the result was neither good nor bad. It was vague and did not reveal much of value, but it was enough to prove that Professor Dumbledore was not in danger.

At least he's not in danger yet.

He sent a message to the family's intelligence network and asked them to help keep an eye on it, but... one can imagine that the hope is very slim.Because of this, continuing to struggle has become a completely meaningless thing.

Instead of worrying about Mr. Principal, we should worry about who will be the "dead" person this year.

That's right, on Monday of the second week, Moon had his first divination class in fourth grade.

"This semester, students." Professor Trelawney dressed herself up as a magician as always, and seemed to be afraid that the unreliable aura coming from her body was not strong enough and eye-catching enough. She even His robe is covered with crystal balls of all sizes.

No one thought she would look like a great seer dressed like this. In fact, the fourth-year Divination class students thought Professor Trelawney would be exhausted by that robe.

"Cough-cough~" As if she noticed that the students were staring at her robe, Professor Trelawney coughed twice, trying to bring everyone's attention back. "This semester, we are going to start studying When it comes to dream interpretation—yes, dream interpretation, illusory and elusive dreams, you must know that those visions that seem bizarre to ordinary people actually contain countless information for those who have the Third Eye."

"Excuse me, has anyone had a dream during the summer vacation?"

She looked at the little wizards sitting in the dim classroom with a little excitement. However, in order to avoid being the first person to "die" in the divination class this year, almost everyone lowered their heads in unison.

After noticing this, Moon raised his hand on his own initiative. Behind him, another Hufflepuff girl also raised her hand tremblingly.

That was Louisa Petty, a Hufflepuff student like Moon, but in the past her presence was always very thin and unnoticeable at all. She was the kind of person who would neither be noticed in most classes. A person who will not be criticized even if praised.

Finally, someone raised their hand, and Professor Trelawney breathed a sigh of relief. Among the two, she chose Louisa, who seemed to be more easily swayed by emotions. "Petty, right? Come on, don't be shy, tell everyone." Share your dream and let us try to make sense of it."

Louisa's face was a little red, but fortunately the classroom light was dim and most people couldn't see clearly.She cleared her throat and spoke: "I, uh, it was a dream I had half a month ago. It was completely illogical. I dreamed that I was standing in a very high place, which looked like a common room. , but not a Hufflepuff one, but... I thought it might be the Ravenclaw common room because I saw some bronze decorations."

"Then, someone was screaming, and it was raining, really hard, and I heard a strange buzzing sound. I don't know why I thought I should run away, so I ran outside immediately, and I just As if I knew where the door was.”

"By the way, there was fog everywhere around me, black fog, and there seemed to be something staring at me inside. I was very scared, and kept running forward, along - I think it was the corridor, I I mean, that should be the corridor in Hogwarts Castle. But no matter where I go, the black mist keeps following me."

"Then I met a boy in the corridor. I don't remember who it was, but I knew him. He was very familiar. He seemed to be a classmate, but he was very tall and strong. It couldn't be someone I knew... "

Louisa was talking and suddenly there was no movement.

"Then what? Patty?" Professor Trelawney stared at Louisa's face and asked in her erratic voice, "What else did you dream about?"

"I can't remember clearly." Louisa's face turned redder, and she lowered her head slightly, "I just remember these."

Professor Trelawney shrugged in disappointment, but said: "It's okay, Patty, although your dream...ah, I'm not sure whether I should tell you directly."

'Sure enough, it's here' - this sentence popped up in the minds of the little wizards.

However, what is surprising is that Professor Trelawney did not immediately start her prophetic threats, but asked, "Classmates, now, tell me what you think. What did you notice from Patty's dream?" ?”

Seemingly realizing that no one would take the initiative to answer this question, Professor Trelawney took the initiative to walk up to a Slytherin boy and stopped, "Tell me about it, it's okay, kid, even though you may not have a third eye, but, You should still speak your mind."

The boy curled his lips secretly, then opened his textbook honestly, and quickly searched for plausible answers in it. "Uh, I think... I think... uh... Aha! Here, if you dreamed a lot, The heavy rain means that she may encounter magic problems - magic problems?"

The boy raised his head blankly, and his eyes met Professor Trelawney. At this moment, all his doubts were clearly received by Professor Trelawney.

Therefore, Professor Trelawney looked at the boy sympathetically, "Poor - oh, poor boy, you really don't have a third eye."