Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Blake had already piled up those thick books on the table like a shelter.

Then he lay down on the back and dozed off.

"Get up, Black, it's time for the test!" Hermione said excitedly.

She is the kind of person who gets excited when she sees an exam.

Blake, who knew in advance what was on the papers, was not interested.

Really, any question Lockhart asks has something to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Even Blake wouldn't feel so bored...

Blake looked at the paper in his hand speechlessly.

The first question is, what is Lockhart’s favorite color?

Why can't you just ask yourself in the book how you drove away the werewolf?

Blake picked up the pen and glanced at Hermione next to him.

Hermione was writing furiously with a quill in her hand...

"Hey, can you give me the answer?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and covered the paper tightly.

Blake pouted.

In fact, he could easily get the correct answer by using Legilimency.

However, for such a paper.

Blake felt that even if he guessed right, he would still feel uncomfortable...

He picked up a pen and began to write down the answers randomly.

"what color do you like?"

"I guess it's the same color as your hat—green!"

"What's the secret ambition?"

"I guess... you can be in the limelight every day? The head can be cut off, the blood can flow, but the hairstyle can't be messed up!"

“Biggest achievement so far?”

"Hiss...are you selling shampoo?"

"When is your birthday?"

"February 31st!"

……

Blake was mumbling quietly over there.

Hermione heard it all.

The more I listen, the more outrageous it seems...

Well, although Lockhart's paper was indeed more outrageous...

But, your answer was too perfunctory.

"Blake, where is the 31st in February?"

"That is absolutely true."

Blake threw the paper aside and lay down in boredom.

"Honestly, I'm beginning to miss Quirrell..."

Although Quirrell's class was just a formality at the beginning.

But later Tom often taught on the top...

That education level is really amazing!

You can say Voldemort is bad, but you can't say he is incompetent.

"Here, for you." Hermione lowered her head and handed over her paper.

She was going to give the test to Blake to copy after all.

Blake took the test and glanced at it.

Then he returned it unhappily.

"I won't copy... So, why do you know so much about Lockhart?"

Hermione took the test paper back, but she couldn't suppress the upward smile on her lips.

“I know after reading these books.”

Blake sighed and turned his head to look the other way.

"Hannah...how did you answer?"

"I...I also don't know how to..."

"Ha! Great, you can't do that just like me!"

Then Blake moved his chair towards Hannah.

Hermione's expression froze immediately.

She looked at her densely written test paper.

Suddenly I felt that even a full score wasn’t enough.

Half an hour later.

Lockhart collected the papers.

After some comments.

He gave Hermione a perfect score.

"Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione glanced at Black, then raised a shaking hand.

"Excellent! Excellent! Ten points to Gryffindor!"

Then Hermione clearly heard a light snort from Black next to her.

Hermione couldn't help but slap him again.

He whispered angrily: "Why are you so stingy!"

Blake continued to lie there without saying anything.

At this time, Lockhart started to make trouble.

He pulled out a cage wrapped in cloth.

"Now! Be careful!"

"My job is to teach you how to defend yourself against the worst evil the wizarding world has ever known!"

"You will face the most horrible things in this classroom!"

"But remember, as long as I'm here, nothing will come to harm you!"

"I hope you can stay calm!"

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

Everyone held their breath, wanting to see clearly what this thing was that Lockhart described as so terrifying.

"I must ask you not to scream. It will irritate them!"

Lockhart said as he lifted the hood.

"Yes! This is the Cornish elf we just caught!"

"what?"

"Pfft..."

Someone in the classroom suddenly sneered.

Elves? The most horrible, evil thing? Even Hermione couldn't help showing a disappointed expression.

To be exact, in front of those little darlings of Blake. These elves are not enough to fill their teeth.

Blake poked his head out from the top of the book and glanced at the elves.

These elves are all dark blue in color, about eight inches tall, with pointy cheeks and extremely shrill voices.

As soon as the cover was removed, the whole classroom was filled with their noisy chirping sounds.

"Okay! Let's see how you deal with them!" Lockhart said and opened the cage door.

To be honest, Black thought Lockhart was crazy...

He knew he couldn't handle it, but he still caught so many. If he had only caught one...

But so much…

As soon as the cage was opened, the classroom was in chaos.

These little things flew around like rockets, wreaking havoc in the classroom.

Poor Neville was even hung on the ceiling chandelier by two elves grabbing his ears...

"Snap!" Hermione picked up the book and slapped away an elf flying towards her.

Black said, "Use your magic to figure it out, Hermione."

Hearing this, Hermione picked up her wand, pointed it at the elves and began to cast a spell.

Lockhart rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand.

"Peschipixipestenomi!"

The result is naturally useless.

Not only did the elf throw the wand out of the window, but he was also almost hit by Neville who fell down...

"All petrified!"

"Bah!"

A little elf was petrified and fell onto the table.

But most of the pixies flew too fast for Hermione to hit.

Seeing that there was no way out, Black drew his wand.

"Whirlwind sweeps away!"

There was a strong wind on the ceiling! All the elves were blown onto the blackboard!

The magical thing is that the little wizards below didn’t feel the wind.

The next second, a blazing red light shot out from the wand in Blake's hand.

"Fall to the ground!" A red light swept over!

Then the elves that were blown together fell from the sky like rain...

Lockhart poked his head curiously from under the podium.

Then he was hit on the forehead by a fainted elf.

At this moment, all the little wizards looked at Black in admiration.

"So... the Stunning Spell can be used to sweep the target?" Harry asked blankly.

"Actually, a Disarming Charm would work too," Black added.

"Coach! I want to learn a disarming spell that can sweep!"

……

The system's prompt sounds rang one after another in Blake's mind.