Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

Chapter 285: Results of Special Training

On the way to my afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry whispered to me:

"Thank you, Ronnie. I was really annoyed by him just now. Now I can finally relax."

"But weren't you too harsh on him? Show some mercy, Ronnie."

Hermione frowned, not at my sarcasm towards Colin, but at the severity of my attitude. I shrugged in response.

"I think he's the kind of person who won't understand unless you tell him directly. Harry was clearly embarrassed, but he didn't notice it at all. People from other houses also seemed to be annoyed by him. As I said just now, Hogwarts is a place for collective living. Once you are disliked by everyone, life will be difficult. If we wait until he really makes a big mistake before dealing with it, it will be too late. Even if he dislikes us, it is our responsibility as seniors to remind him."

This is the truth. If you don't correct him while his mind is still flexible, that child will get into trouble sooner or later.

"I don't want Percy to bear too much responsibility..."

After adding this, Harry and Hermione both nodded in agreement.

"Indeed... In that case, it is necessary to treat it strictly."

"Percy actually thinks about these things all the time. It's really not easy to be a senior."

Just as our impression of Percy was quietly improving, we arrived at the Defense classroom. Lockhart wasn't there yet.

Hermione originally wanted to sit in the front row, but Harry and I insisted on sitting in the back row, so she had no choice but to give in. Although she is now more integrated than before, it is still a bit difficult for her to be with classmates other than us.

We had just sat down when the bell rang for class. Almost at the same time, Lockhart walked into the classroom with an exaggerated posture and stood in front of the podium with a loud cough.

"Meet your new 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' teacher."

Lockhart paused, took a copy of A Dull Journey with Trolls from Neville, who was sitting in the front row, raised it above his head in a pretentious manner, and winked at the class.

"——It's me, Gilderoy Lockhart. I'm a recipient of the Order of Merlin, third degree honor, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and the five-time winner of the Witch Weekly's 'Charming Smile Award'. But I'm not going to talk about that. After all, I didn't drive away the Weeping Monster in Bandon with my smile!"

This was probably a joke Lockhart thought was good, but it didn't work very well.

However, he was quite quick in changing the subject. After confirming that we had all laid out our textbooks (actually novels), he nodded with satisfaction, announced that he would conduct a "small test", and began to distribute the test papers.

"30 minutes. Ready, set, go!"

The "little test" mentioned by Lockhart was three pages long and contained the following:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret wish?

I had no interest in the first place, and seeing these boring questions all the way up to question 54 was simply frustrating.

I didn't even feel like writing my name.

At this time, the protagonists in many time-travel stories usually write some funny answers (or maybe I'm thinking too much), but this question is really too boring and it doesn't arouse my interest at all.

I don't want to waste any brain cells on this kind of thing.

In the end, I handed in a blank paper except for my name (to be honest, being able to write my name was pretty good, I should be praised).

30 minute later.

After Lockhart applauded Hermione for her perfect score and awarded Gryffindor 10 extra points, he made another dramatic move, lifting a large basket covered with a cloth from behind his desk and placing it on the desk.

"Pay attention - I'm going to teach you how to deal with the foulest creatures in the wizarding world!"

Lockhart exaggeratedly stirred the atmosphere, announcing in a booming voice as if he were acting on stage.

At the same time, the sound came - like the sharp and piercing sound of nails scratching on a blackboard.

The sound became even more piercing, filling the classroom as Lockhart lifted the cloth covering the basket.

"Look! Pixie the Fairy, freshly caught from Cornwall!"

"Pixie goblins". Classified as XXX (requires competent wizards to deal with) in the Ministry of Magic, although not rare, they are looked down upon because they are common. Individual goblins are not difficult to deal with, but they move in groups, like to play pranks, move quickly, and can fly even though they have no wings, which makes them more difficult to deal with.

Now, this creature classified as harmful by the Ministry of Magic was released in groups in a lower grade classroom, and the result was obvious - the classroom suddenly fell into chaos.

Neville was hung in the air by the goblins' ears, the ink bottle was overturned, ink splashed everywhere, books and notes were torn, the trash can was overturned, and the goblins were destroying things wantonly.

Most of the students ran away in panic or hid under their desks. Lockhart, his hair now a mess, shouted:

"Come on, come on! Catch them! Aren't they just Pixie fairies?!"

He tried a weird-sounding spell, "PeskiPixiePesterNoMi!", but it didn't work at all.

When his wand was taken away by a goblin, I had lost hope in him.

(As expected, it is useless to have hope in him...)

I pulled out my wand and pointed it at the flying goblin.

"Immobulus!"

In an instant, all the goblins were frozen in the air, unable to move. Seeing their movements stop instantly, I felt extremely happy.

This is the result of special training with Charlie. It’s so nice to see such good results. I have to tell him as soon as possible.

During the time the goblins were immobilized, I used a "summoning spell" to summon their baskets over.

"Come here, Axios! Basket!"

The basket flew into my hands with a soft thump. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Ronnie, that's the 'summoning spell' right?! When did you learn it?"

“I’ve been practicing for a while.”

The "Summoning Spell" is a spell that is only taught in the fourth grade. I can understand why students from other magical families also look surprised.

"Okay, come here, Axio! Pixie the Fairy!"

The goblins were summoned like a tide, and I guided them directly into the basket. After the last one was thrown into the basket, I sealed the lid with a sealing spell.

After making sure the lid of the basket was completely sealed, I took it to Lockhart.

"Professor Lockhart, all the goblins have been captured. What should we do next?"

I deliberately gave a fake smile, and Lockhart's expression suddenly became extremely flustered.

"Ah, ah, yes, very well done, Miss Weasley! Not as good as I am, but pretty good for a second year. Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Seeing him trying so hard to hide his gaffe, I muttered to myself, "Only 10 points," but on the surface I still smiled and said, "Thank you."

Just then the bell rang for the end of get out of class and Lockhart hurried out of the classroom.

"Ah, time is up, today's class ends here!"

At least you should tidy up the classroom before leaving.

Looking at the messy classroom, I couldn't help but sigh.

-By the way, since then, although I have not received as much attention from Lockhart as Harry, I have not been able to avoid being targeted by him, which is indeed beyond my expectations.