Chapter 146: Identification Completed, This Is a Waste

The students in the classroom looked at the Cornish elf in the cage with surprise. Some were trying hard to suppress laughter, some looked disdainful, and some looked at Lockhart, hoping that the professor would Can give them a perfect explanation.

"That's right, the newly captured Cornish elf." Lockhart glanced at Aaron meaningfully, "Cunning elves are very difficult to deal with."

"But Professor, they're not very dangerous, are they?" Seamus Finnigan said with a sneer.

"Laugh as much as you like, Mr. Finnigan," said Lockhart, turning around and suddenly opening the cage.

The Cornish elf jumped out of his cage like a madman and flew around the classroom like locusts, wreaking havoc.

The desks were ruthlessly overturned by them, the murals on the walls and Lockhart's photos were torn into pieces, books were thrown everywhere, ink was spilled all over the floor, and a few were directly smashed. The glass flew out of the window.

The students hurriedly picked up everything they could catch and started fighting with the elves. Amid the screams, the scene fell into chaos for a time.

"Catch them together, they are just goblins," Lockhart shouted, but to no avail.

The blue elves were still doing whatever they wanted in the classroom. Neville was more unlucky and was hung from the chandelier by two elves. Hermione was also pulled by the hair by an elf.

Harry picked up a book in time and swatted the elf away, saving her.

At this time, the open door pointed out the most correct direction to each student. The students seemed to have caught a beam of light in the darkness and fled out of the classroom one after another.

Two minutes later, only Lockhart, Harry, who was hiding under the podium, Navigation, who was hanging from the chandelier, and Asia, who was holding Abe and standing by the window to enjoy this interesting scene, were the only ones left in the classroom. Lun.

Lockhart nervously pulled out his wand and made a rather non-standard gesture with his right hand, "All the annoying pests have disappeared."

Then, nothing happened, the spell had no effect at all.

An elf quickly snatched the wand from his hand and flew to the center of the ceiling, where there was a model of a dinosaur skeleton hanging on several chains.

With a tap of the wand, sparks flashed away, the chain broke instantly, and the huge model fell to the ground.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Aaron cast a floating spell in time to prevent it from falling. "Other things are easy to clean up, but this is a big item, so it's better not to destroy it casually."

Several elves noticed Aaron and flew towards him quickly.

But as soon as they flew in front of Aaron, Abe roared and slapped them all away one by one with his claws.

"Be a little restrained." Aaron said helplessly, "You are just a cute pet in front of outsiders, not a battle pet."

Lockhart, who didn't know when he ran to the door, put on a smile and said at the fastest speed in his life: "I will assign you to capture the remaining elves and put them back in the cage."

After Lockhart finished speaking, he escaped from the classroom and closed the door.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! I have never seen such an irresponsible teacher in my life." Aaron said with a sneer, "After the identification, he is a waste."

"Maybe he just wants to give us some practice opportunities." Hermione retorted weakly.

"Practice?" Harry chased away an elf that flew in front of him. "What kind of practice is this? The teachers have all run away, and there are only a few of us left in the classroom."

"That's right." Aaron said with deep understanding, "Hermione, it's time for you to recognize the reality!

Look at this classroom. Facts speak louder than words. Lockhart has no real abilities.

My question hit the nail on the head. He is not qualified to be our teacher. "

"But you've also read his books and you know the things he did."

Aaron couldn't help but laugh, and even laughed until he coughed for a few seconds before he could catch his breath.

"If it is true that books can be used to judge a person's ability, then I think it is necessary for me to contact a group of professional writers and ask them to publish a more perfect autobiography within half a year." Aaron said seriously, touching his chin , "I've already thought of a name. It's called The Rise of the God of Law. What do you think?"

Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other.

Both Harry and Ron thought this idea was very creative, but Hermione figured something out, her face turned slightly red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"What, can you put me down first?" Neville pointed to the overwhelmed wizard robe hanging on the chandelier and said, "I experienced this feeling once last year, and I don't want to experience it a second time."

"Indeed." Aaron was also a little unbelievable, "It seems like you are the unlucky one every time.

Neville, isn't it possible that the Longbottom family has been subjected to some terrible curse? "

"This...should not be possible!" Neville said thoughtfully, but his tone was a little unconfident.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Cornish elf flew onto his shoulder, grabbed his arm and shook him.

boom!

Aaron immediately cast a sleeping spell, and the elf immediately closed its eyes and lay on Neville's shoulder.

"I don't think you should be so sure."

"I know, I will ask my grandma when I get back." Neville said with tears in his eyes, "Now put me down first."

Aaron shrugged and raised the wand in his hand.

Neville floated upwards, and the wizard's robe separated from the chandelier before slowly falling to the ground.

"Thank you, you helped me again." Neville expressed his sincere thanks to Aaron.

"You're welcome."

"What should we do?" Harry asked melancholy, "Lockhart gave these elves to us before he left. It would be a waste of time to catch them one by one."

"That's because you are too weak.

Lockhart was right when he said that these are just ordinary goblins. "Aaron shook his head and raised the wand over his shoulder fiercely, "Everyone is petrified. "

A dazzling white light emerged from the tip of the wand, quickly illuminating the entire classroom.

All the elves were frozen in place, as motionless as logs.

"Done!"

"You can deal with these elves, then why..." Ron hesitated, and the other three looked at him in confusion.

"Why didn't you take action just now?" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "First of all, there is no school rule or law that stipulates that I must take action to solve the trouble caused by others."

"But..."

"Hear me out first, Hermione.

Secondly, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is still in the classroom!

Since the teacher didn't take action, that means things haven't gotten out of control yet, right?

But I didn't expect him to run so fast and leave the mess on us in time. Aaron said as he walked to a table and pulled out a pale golden wand from under it, "I'll take this thing away first, and I will find an opportunity to return it to our Professor Lockhart."

As for the rest, I'll leave it to you. "

After Aaron finished speaking, he left the classroom.

Hermione said thoughtfully: "Could it be that Professor Lockhart's wand was robbed, so the problem was not solved?"

"It's possible!" Neville nodded, but when he saw Harry and Ron rolling their eyes, he immediately added: "But it's unlikely."

After dinner in the auditorium in the evening, Aaron put Abe in the dormitory and went to Lockhart's office alone.

After the knock on the door, Lockhart opened the office door.

But when he saw Aaron standing outside the door, a trace of fear and guilt flashed in his eyes.

No teacher would like a student who questions the teacher, let alone the student's doubts are still correct. He has been around for so long but he didn't expect that he almost capsized in the gutter today.

"Mr. Gaius, what do you want to see me for?" Lockhart showed his iconic smile, "Let me guess, you are a Slytherin. If you want to ask me for magic, then I really Can't agree.

Because then Dumbledore will be unhappy. After all, the magic I know is too powerful, and you can't afford it if it causes any damage. "

"Sure enough, he can make a name for himself in the wizarding world with only half-assed skills. This guy is quite capable. At least his ability to tell lies with open eyes is top-notch." Aaron thought to himself, then raised his eyebrows, "Professor , I think you misunderstood, I’m not here to ask you questions.”

"Isn't it? That's really..." Lockhart said mid-sentence, and quickly suppressed the smile on his lips, "What a pity, I thought you were the kind of person who pursues power!"

"Professor, you are joking, can you let me come in and sit down?"

"Of course, please come in." Lockhart said with a smile.

There are countless photo frames in the office, each one is a photo of Lockhart, and many of them have his autograph.

On the table are thick envelopes and dozens of burning candles.

"Professor, it seems you are very busy!"

"Yes, I'm busy replying to my admirers." Lockhart said, then looked at Aaron, "Then Aaron, why don't you come here to see me?"

"This." Aaron took out Lockhart's wand, "You left it in the classroom, and I brought it back to you."

"Oh! Thank you, little wizard." Lockhart excitedly took his wand, "I just said I forgot something today!"

"Professor, besides returning the wand, I have one more thing I want to trouble you with."

Lockhart immediately became alert, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly. He knew that things were not that simple.