Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Long time no see, Hermione."

The classroom was already full of half of the students. After finding a place to sit down, Harry realized that the person next to him was Hermione, who was buried in a book.

"Long time no see, Harry, how was your holiday?"

Slightly surprised, Hermione closed the half-read book in her hand. What she was reading was Lockhart's "Traveling with Vampires".

We haven't seen each other for half a year, and Hermione hasn't changed much. She seems to be enjoying the days of studying in Ravenclaw. At this time, her mental outlook is very good, and she even has a little blush on her face.

"Where's your book?"

As always, Hermione always likes to ask questions continuously like a machine gun. When she saw Harry going to class empty-handed, she said nervously: "Did you forget it in the dormitory? You should go back and get it, I don't know Lockhart Professor, will he read it with me later? By the way, which book do you like best? I feel "

It's not annoying to babble Harry like an old lady, he doesn't listen to it every day, it's quite interesting to listen to it twice now and then, if Hermione really treats herself as a stranger, might she babble like now?

"So which question should I answer first?"

There was a hint of joke on his face, and Hermione, who knew she had made a slip of the tongue, smiled shyly, showing a pair of shiny front teeth.

"I heard that you had some conflicts with Professor Lockhart in Diagon Alley?"

"It's not a contradiction." Harry waved his hand, "I just looked down on him unilaterally."

Seeing Hermione's eyes widen in disbelief, Harry shrugged helplessly: "He wanted to pull me to take a picture, to help him promote his new book, and I'm not a fool, I was so enthusiastic when we met, and I can figure it out with my little finger." There must be something tricky in it."

"No way?" Hermione whispered suspiciously: "Professor Lockhart, isn't he a famous writer?"

"Then you heard his name last year?"

"But I just came to the wizarding world last year."

"Yes, but you know me, not him."

Harry's words blocked all Hermione's rebuttals, "It goes without saying, right?"

"Okay." Hermione pursed her lips, "Even so, you can't say his book is a children's book, can you?"

"Werewolves are dangerous, and so are vampires, those"

"There are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. I don't know about vampires, but there are werewolves."

Harry's sudden opening gave Hermione goosebumps.

"Really?" she asked cautiously.

"I also had dinner with them. It is Dumbledore's permission for them to stay in the Forbidden Forest. These werewolves have no intention of harming anyone. Speaking of which, they are the victims. If there is a chance, I will break it." Fenrir Clayburg's limbs, give them a vent for their anger."

"Fenrir is... that notorious werewolf? The guy who tricked the Ministry of Magic by pretending to be a beggar?"

Hermione would spend time reading in the library whenever she was free. She knew a little about Fenrir, the notorious werewolf. At least half of the werewolves in England were infected by him. This guy is a pure anti-social lunatic , the death penalty is a kind of mercy to him.

"Yes, he's not bad." Harry nodded, "If I invite a werewolf to Hogwarts to assist Lockhart in his class, do you think he can perform a hand-to-hand knockdown of a werewolf at close range, and then use the transformation Or force him to change from the wolf form back to his original form?"

The transformation of a werewolf can be temporarily reversed with a spell, but it is easy to break free, because it is similar to the method of human body transformation, and after the transformation of a werewolf, his magic resistance is much higher than that of a wizard, and it is much higher than that of Hagrid when he was transformed. The horned camel beast killed by pigs is weaker, and it takes three or five ordinary wizards to work together to deal with it, but its physical resistance is not enough, and its physique after transformation has been enhanced, but its strength is limited.

"I punched a werewolf. I'm not kidding. I really punched him. That guy doesn't like to take a bath. The smell of his feet smelled so bad to me, so I hit him on the ground and threw it in the water to wash him inside and out. gone."

Hermione burst out laughing, Harry's description is really hard to describe.

But soon, they stopped talking, and as the class bell rang, the classrooms that were already full fell silent. Lockhart, who strode into the classroom, let the wind blow his robe, turned around and stood still. on the podium.

Lockhart picked up a copy of his new book "I Can Be Magical", and then spoke coolly.

"I," he pointed to the picture of himself on the cover of the book, and said with a wink, "Gideroy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, third class, honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" The most charming smile award - but I don't talk about that, I didn't drive Wan Lun's female ghost away with a smile!"

Although he said he didn't care, the iconic business smile still said 'I'm honored about this' on his face.

He seemed to be waiting for everyone to laugh. Lockhart, who thought his speech just now was very interesting, held his head high, but there was no echoing laughter, only a few people smiled faintly.

"professor!"

With a smirk in his heart, Rove raised his hand high. He was sitting next to Harry and Hermione. Of course, he had listened to their chat. Compared with other Hufflepuff students, Rove's personality was actually a bit Jump away, his grandfather Newt was not a law-abiding master when he was in school. Although he was expelled in the end because he helped others take the blame, he was definitely not an honest student.

If you have the guts, you won't go to New York to meddle in the matter, and you won't do the thing of separation and silence.

Seeing that Lockhart is not very happy, he is very brave to be the stunned young man in today's class.

"your name?"

Lockhart, who was only concerned with self-introduction at the beginning, hadn't had time to roll his name, maybe he had already forgotten about it.

"Rolf Scamander."

"Well, Mr Scamander, what's your question?"

Lockhart asked with a smile, he had a gentle appearance as a teacher.

"Professor Lockhart, have you really dealt with a werewolf? You brought down a werewolf in the phone booth?"

Rove, who had an obvious look of admiration on his face, spoke in a slightly exaggerated tone, but when he saw Rove's 'sincere' eyes, Lockhart's vanity seemed to get a little satisfy.

"Oh, of course, Mr Scamander."

Lockhart spoke briskly, showing a pointing expression.

"You must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves", right!"

"That's a wonderful story, a thrilling adventure. Of course, I don't recommend you try to imitate it. After all, werewolves are very evil creatures. If they are not prepared enough or have enough strength, they will make people suffer bad luck. .”

"Professor, you must be very powerful!" Rove, who continued to hold Lockhart, blushed with excitement, "It must be easy for you to deal with werewolves, right? In such a dangerous situation, you can deal with it calmly. Truly a great adventurer!"

"This is just an insignificant part of my wonderful adventure journey." Lockhart waved his hand pretending to be reserved, "However, I am also happy to share these small adventures with you, to enrich people's boring lives, after all, not everyone All have the courage to take the first step into the unknown."

There was some commotion in the classroom, and the smile on Lockhart's face softened after he felt many eyes on him.

Just when he was about to let Rove, a little fan, sit down and continue his lessons, Rove, who couldn't restrain his smirk, lowered his head slightly, and said in a pitiful tone:

"Professor, please save Hogwarts!"

"We're in big trouble at school and I think you're the only one who can help us!"

"What did you say?!"

Lockhart, who suddenly showed a hint of excitement on his face, suddenly regained his spirits.

"Werewolves."

Lockhart's excited smile stiffened slightly.

"There are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. Whenever it is night, the howling of wolves that echoes in the night always makes me sleepless." Rove pinched his waist hard, his eyes were red when he looked up, the scared Tears were almost welling up.

"I didn't want to go back to Hogwarts to study this semester. I didn't have a good night's sleep last year, but I heard that you will come to teach us this year, so I mustered up the courage to come here for You, I'm back at Hogwarts."

"Sure enough, Professor Lockhart, you did not disappoint me!"

Rove leaned out excitedly, glared at Lockhart with his red eyes, and said eagerly: "Please help me to deal with the terrifying monster that threatens Hogwarts, and what you did on the road to adventure. Likewise, remove the werewolves and bring peace to Hogwarts, Professor!"

Harry and the others who were watching Rove's performance were already pinching their thighs and trying to hold back their laughter. This kid seemed to be more damaged than they imagined. Lockhart, who was pushed on the high platform, was a little helpless, because he was I know best how much I weigh.

"Ahaha" Lockhart laughed dryly, "How could there be a werewolf in Hogwarts, you must have heard it wrong, it's a wild wolf, a wild wolf, I also heard that sound last night, just."

Lockhart, who opened his mouth to talk nonsense, tried to appease the poor loyal fan in front of him.

"The sounds of werewolves and wolves are very similar. If you don't have a lot of experience, you can't tell them apart."

Lockhart, who was constantly searching for information about werewolves in his mind, found that he didn't seem to have any definite understanding of werewolves, except...uh...except for the full moon! Yes, the werewolf transforms only after the full moon!

"Werewolves will only transform when the full moon is full. How could it be possible to call out every night? I can be sure that what I heard yesterday must be the cry of wild wolves."

"But yesterday was the full moon."

Rove, who opened his mouth to tell the truth, made a puzzled look.

"Ahem, cough, yes. Is it?"

Lockhart, with a tense expression on his face, even managed to maintain a smile, but he still tried his best to change the subject.

"You can't hear werewolves on a full moon, so there are no werewolves in Hogwarts. Don't worry, Mr. Scamander. Well, now we're going to do a little test."

"But behind you is"

Rove, who had kicked Harry, pointed at Lockhart's back with trembling fingers, his face was full of horror, as if there was really something behind him.

Lockhart, with the hair on his back standing on end, said a word stiffly: "What?"

"The werewolf is right behind you." Rove made a hoarse and low voice, "Professor."

The moment Lockhart turned his head suddenly, Harry pulled out the ebony wood and pulled the trigger like lightning. Transfiguration did not require reciting incantations at all. Without a sound, the desk in front of Lockhart was rapidly deformed, with a tall head The two-meter-two strong werewolf cast a huge black shadow.

Looking back, Lockhart didn't see anything. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the shadow covering his entire body enveloped him.

A furry paw gently placed on his shoulder, and then slowly increased the force to straighten his shoulder bit by bit.

He saw a furry wolf face, with yellowed fangs like sharp sawtooth, accompanied by a cruel grin, the burly werewolf opened his bloody mouth and bit him violently!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Miserable screams resounded throughout the classroom. Under the watchful eyes of all the little wizards, they smiled gracefully. The handsome professor fell to the ground stiffly like a wooden stick, making a muffled sound that was painful to hear.

This is really a wonderful Defense Against the Dark Arts class.