Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"No, no, Professor Lockhart will be here soon. We don't have enough time to play another round."

Today, Wizard Cards has replaced Wizard Chess and is showing a tendency to surpass Quidditch, becoming the favorite game among young wizards.

Even adults can't resist the joy, let alone children?

Almost everyone in Hogwarts is a card player, and almost everyone knows a trick or two, even Slytherins are no exception.

"I promised to win points for Gryffindor. Don't worry, I have memorized all of Professor Lockhart's methods of subduing the enemy. I will not let certain people take the limelight this time."

Hearing that Gryffindor was full of confidence, he said and looked at where Dudley and the others were.

It’s okay for other subjects, but I will never lose in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Let's just forget it since the gap is so big. We might as well play more wizard cards when we have time." The Gryffindor who had spoken earlier muttered softly, then turned around and played cards with other people.

In fact, he was full of confidence at first until he was beaten by Neville's rich knowledge of herbology in the herbology class. Then he gave up decisively.

He is not even as good as the humble Neville, let alone anyone else.

Anyway, he is just a little loser, so what does it have to do with him whether someone is powerful or not.

It’s so comfortable to lie down.

"Here he comes, Professor Lockhart is here." Someone outside the door shouted, and the teachers and the messy little wizards sat back in their seats, waiting for their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Maybe it was because he wanted to leave a good impression on the young wizards in the first class, but Lockhart's outfit today was unusually not as exaggerated as usual. It was just a pink and purple outfit that he thought was very simple and flirty.

Lockhart walked into the classroom and found the little wizards sitting neatly in the classroom. He nodded with satisfaction and cleared his throat. He picked up a copy of "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"Me," he pointed at his own photo, revealing his shining white teeth: "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, five-time winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from Witch Weekly - but I don't talk about that, I didn't drive away the female ghost of Wanlun with a smile!"

He said that he would not mention it, but in fact he listed a long list of titles to the little wizards like naming dishes.

"I see you all bought all my books. Great. I thought we'd start with a little quiz today."

When Lockhart said that he would take the test first, the Gryffindor who was determined to get the points lit up his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. It's just to see how well you read and how much you understand."

Lockhart took out a large stack of papers. It was obvious that the small test he mentioned was a written test. He quickly distributed the papers and walked back to the lecture hall, leaning on the table with both hands: "I'll give you thirty minutes. I'll give extra points to those who answer the best!"

I, Honey Watt, have secured the win this time.

I have memorized all of Professor Lockhart's fighting techniques, and I'm going to get full marks this time.

Watt confidently opened the test paper and picked up his pen.

One minute later, he still maintained the posture of holding the pen.

Three minutes later, he still maintained the posture of holding the pen.

Another five minutes passed. He gave up thinking.

The questions on the paper were indeed related to Lockhart, but they were not about Defense Against the Dark Arts as he had imagined: 1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? 2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition? 3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date? 54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What would be his ideal birthday present?

What the hell are these questions? Is it related to Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Watt was so angry that he wanted to eat the test paper.

But on second thought, he wasn't that angry.

"I just don't believe that if I can't answer, you guys in the discipline department can answer it? If you can get full marks, I will eat this table with salt."

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and looked through them in front of the whole class.

"Tsk tsk. So disappointing that almost no one remembered my favorite color, which I mentioned in "A Year with the XZ Snowman"

Lockhart seemed not very satisfied with the test results, but soon his dissatisfaction turned into surprise: "What surprised me was that there was a paper that got full marks, and almost all the questions were answered correctly! Let me see which little wizard is so amazing."

When Lockhart saw the name on the test paper, he exclaimed in surprise.

"Durth? Dudley Dursley."

I'm done, I'm done

I am convinced!

From then on, Gryffindor had one less little wizard who was striving for points, and one more lazy guy who just played cards to kill time every day.

Chapter 121 Lockhart: Dursley, you guessed my intention

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, I'm giving him a full ten points!"

Lockhart was very excited, even more excited than the big sales of his book, because Dudley's perfect answer and his identity as Jerry's teacher made Lockhart seem to regard him as his book fan and confidant.

What could be more satisfying than having your book loved by an author who is far better than you?

Lockhart patted Dudley's shoulder vigorously and praised him repeatedly.

"This class has brought me so many surprises, so I'm going to give you some surprises too." Lockhart pretended to be mysterious, bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium, put it on the table, and deliberately lowered his voice.

"From now on, be careful! My mission is to teach you to resist the most evil things known to the wizarding world! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed."

"I just ask that you remain calm."

As Lockhart spoke, the cage began to shake violently, as if there was some terrible creature locked inside.

This caused many young wizards to shrink their necks unconsciously, but of course there were more people looking at them curiously.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said again, lowering his voice. "It will irritate them!"

The classroom was silent, and everyone held their breath.

Lockhart lifted the hood and revealed the mystery.

He said in a very exaggerated tone: "Just caught Cornish elf."

Gryffindor: ???

Slytherin: ???

Cornish pixies, a type of pixie, are small, livid humanoid creatures, about eight inches tall, with small, pointed faces. They are very playful and enjoy playing all kinds of tricks and mischief.

Speaking of danger, if we only talk about the danger level, she is not even as dangerous as Foxy.

How can you say it's not dangerous? This creature has a strength far beyond its body size. Two or three of them together can easily hold up an underage wizard. Especially when it comes to sabotage, no one dares to claim to be first if they are second.

However, the little wizards in the classroom did not seem to take these little vandals seriously.

In their eyes, Cornish elves, goblins, and vixens are creatures of the same level and there is nothing to worry about.

A very simple spell will subdue them.

Some little wizards from Gryffindor even let out undisguised sneers.

"Why? Do you think it's funny?"

Lockhart was very dissatisfied with the reactions of the little wizards. He had bought these Cornish elves from others at a high price.

The purpose is to give the little wizards a 'surprise'.

The result was only joy and no surprise.

"Okay." Seeing that no one was taking it seriously, Lockhart simply opened the cage door and said, "Let's see how you deal with them!"

This was a real mess. The elves rushed out like rockets, flying all over the room. They started wreaking havoc in the classroom, smashing glass, tearing up books, and turning cabinets upside down.

Everything can be troublesome in large numbers, and that's what Cornish pixies are like.

After a few minutes, the little wizards were almost all hiding under the table.

"Come with me and catch them, they are just some elves." Lockhart saw that the little wizards had understood the horror of these elves, so he rolled up his sleeves and stood up, waving his wand like a savior: "Pesky Pixie Pestomy!"

But nothing happened next. Obviously, his spell had failed.

Hermione was one of the few who did not hide under the table. Seeing this, she couldn't help but hold her forehead and said, "I knew he was useless."

After Lockhart's ineffective spell, a Cornish elf flew over and snatched his wand.

Several elves immediately gathered around and grabbed the magic wands together. Purple rays burst out from the tips of the wands, and fireworks were set off in the classroom.

"Maybe it has a negative effect." Neville slapped away an elf that was trying to approach him.

Ron echoed, "Look, now they have weapons."

"What should we do? Leave? Or help this idiot?"

Dudley clasped his hands together in answer.

The alchemy array on the back of his hand emitted a faint light, and the walls, ceiling, and floor of the classroom seemed to come alive. Countless large hands made of stone and wood stretched out from the thin air and grabbed the group of mischievous elves tightly.

The elf that was wreaking havoc in the classroom just now was subdued in one move the next second.

Casting spells without a wand!

Before Lockhart could say anything, Dudley clasped his hands together again, and a new cage appeared on the desk. The hands put the captured Cornish elf back into it, and then these big hands made of stone and wood gradually disappeared into the walls, ceiling and floor.

There are a total of one hundred and thirty-two, not one more or one less.

"Professor Lockhart, your wand." Dudley handed the wand to Lockhart. "You did this on purpose because you wanted us to have a real fight."

"Hmm?" Lockhart was slightly stunned at first, then he reacted immediately and quickly explained, "Of course, that's right. You are worthy of being Mr. J. Dursley. You can actually guess my intention."

Then he pretended to be disappointed and said to the little wizards who poked their heads out from under the table: "You disappoint me. So many people didn't see it. Fortunately, Mr. Dursley guessed my deeper intention."

That expression, attitude, and tone seemed as if this was really happening.

His face is so thick that even the corners of the city walls would be inferior to him.

"For this, Mr. Dursley wins another ten points."

Lockhart spoke nonsense in a serious manner, and quite a few young wizards were deceived and really thought that Lockhart did it on purpose.

Just at this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

"Well then Professor Lockhart, we'll be leaving first."

Dudley called Hermione and the others, picked up the cage and walked out of the classroom.

When he took the cage away, the table, which was originally level with the other desks, became much shorter.

Unless the Philosopher's Stone is used, equivalent exchange cannot be created out of thin air.

"Where are you taking them?" Lockhart asked reflexively.

He had been deeply impressed by Dudley's wandless spellcasting just now.

That is undoubtedly the mark of a good wizard.

'Maybe this guy is better than me.'

Lockhart thought to himself very ignorantly.

"Professor, they are my trophies now."

Dudley said with his back to Trott, his voice slow but penetrating: "What I do with the spoils is my business."

Under the gaze of the data magic eye, these Cornish elves had several large words "tamable" written on their heads.

Now it's time for magical creature training to come into play.

I feel dizzy, and my whole body aches. I'll take a day off today and update once and for all, and I'll resume updating twice a day tomorrow.

Here are two pieces of advice for you:

1. Although sugar tastes good, you can’t eat too much of it, otherwise it will cause tooth extraction, which is very painful.

Second, never get a second positive. The gingivitis caused by tooth extraction plus the recurrence of positive results is simply not a human being.

Chapter 122 Taming the Cornwall Elf LV2 (Strongly holding on to the second update)

"Did you just see that? Lockhart looked so ridiculous when his wand was taken away from him."

Not far from the classroom, Ron began to imitate Lockhart in an exaggerated tone, but he only succeeded in making Harry laugh. Hermione thought he was childish, and Malfoy felt that he did not grasp the essence and was not as good as his own imitation.

"By the way, Brother D, what do you want these things for?" Ron pointed at the cage in Dudley's hand.

After being put back in the cage, the Cornish elves continued to chatter and make noise. When they saw Ron talking about them, some of them even made faces at him.

Apparently, they can understand human language.