Section 151
"I have corrected several test papers, but no one remembers that I like lilacs. They are the color of forget-me-nots. How easy to remember! I mentioned it in the Snowman book..."
While Lockhart was grading his homework, Wizette accidentally wandered off and missed Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
I don’t know how Quirrell’s health is now, and how much control he has over the magic stone...
It's not just Wizette who misses Quirrell, his roommates share similar feelings.
"At least Quirrell can still give lectures." Michael complained, "And this Gilderoy Lockhart...does he want me to admire him? I don't like men!"
"It's Professor Quirrell..." Weizet corrected in a low voice.
Anthony said in agreement: "Yes! Compared to Lockhart, I would rather call him Professor Quirrell!"
Lockhart finally finished correcting the test paper and clapped his hands, "Very good! Two students got perfect scores! Let me see..."
"Hermione Granger of Gryffindor and Vizette Lovegood of Ravenclaw, you have earned ten points for your respective houses!"
Michael looked at Weizet in disbelief, "Weizet! You actually... got perfect scores? I can't accept it!"
The other roommates also had unacceptable expressions.
Weizet explained calmly: "I just don't like blanks. It is my insistence to finish all the test papers and ensure the accuracy as much as possible."
"He is right. This test paper is indeed simple. Anyone who has read his book can find the answer in it."
"Actually, it's not that bad." He opened the book "Walking with Trolls" again, pointed at the annotations and said, "There is still a lot of useful content in it."
Chris pulled the book curiously and flipped through a page, "Are we really reading the same book?"
"We need some auxiliary academic books as reference." Weizet explained, "Some of the above theories are still very interesting."
"Including methods for dealing with various dark magic creatures, you can actually find corresponding confirmations through academic books, but it is more troublesome."
"It seems that I have to take a good look at these books... I was indeed too subjective before." Chris pushed the book back again, "As a Ravenclaw, forget it if you can't read it!"
Anthony and the others also looked at a few pages curiously and asked Weizet for a list of academic books, intending to read these books in another way.
Lockhart brought up another large iron cage. The iron cage was surrounded by a red cloth, and a sharp chirping sound could be heard from the shaking.
"This course is called Defense Against the Dark Arts! So you will face all kinds of dark magic challenges!" He put his hand on the cloth, his expression and tone became solemn.
"Not only do you have to resist various curses and jinxes, but you also have to face scary black magic creatures! I hope you stay calm to meet these scary monsters!"
Chapter 82 "Ancient Magic: Soul Control Spell"
Seeing Lockhart's posture, the students became solemn.
They recalled the experiences in Lockhart's book and kept guessing in their minds, what could the dark magical creature in the iron cage be?
Perhaps the iron cage is enchanted to keep large dark creatures inside.
Such as snowmen, trolls...or more evil and dangerous dark magical creatures!
Lockhart bared his eight teeth again and pulled back the cloth.
The students finally saw the creature under the cloth, but because it was so different from what they imagined, some boys couldn't hold it back and burst into short, harsh laughter.
A group of elves were shaking in iron cages, baring their teeth and screaming at the students. The pure black eyes that filled their eye sockets exuded waves of malice.
The danger level of these elves is only XXX, because they mainly come from Cornwall, and are also called "Cornish elves".
They are similar to Peeves in that they are very naughty and like to play all kinds of pranks and destroy everything around them.
Lockhart heard the laughter of the students and seemed to feel humiliated. He reached for the door bolt of the iron cage.
"Since you are all so confident, let me see how you plan to deal with these monsters!"
He yanked the door bolt open, and the elves realized that they were free. They cheered and swarmed out of the cage, attacking the students who were still smiling.
The elf was faster than expected, piercing into the students like a gust of wind and wreaking wanton destruction.
They grabbed ink bottles and threw them everywhere. The bottles shattered on the ground, splattering clusters of ink, making the already chaotic scene even more unbearable.
Weizet raised his wrist and cast a wandless silent levitating spell to control all the ink bottles that were attacking him.
He took out his wand and pointed it at the ink bottles, turning them into small iron cages. He then used the levitating spell to control the small iron cages and let them hunt down the flying elves.
With Weizet as the center, the Ravenclaws in the surrounding circle are relatively safe. They can also help drive away the elves and send them into small iron cages.
The space in the small iron cage was very small, and the elf couldn't move around inside it, so there was no chance of escaping.
Gryffindor students are also thinking of ways.
Seamus and Dean hid under the table, using Lockhart's writings as weapons, waiting for an opportunity to attack;
Ron and Harry cooperated with each other and also used Lockhart's books as weapons to fight off the elves who tried to attack them;
Hermione's method was even more clever, casting a freezing spell to freeze the two elves and throwing them into a small iron cage controlled by Wizette.
There were small iron cages chasing him everywhere. The elves realized that Weizet was not easy to deal with, so they turned their attention to Lockhart.
They constantly harassed various Lockharts, either throwing ink bottles at the portrait, working together to tear the portrait in half, or directly attacking Lockhart himself.
Lockhart looked extremely embarrassed, as if he had nothing to do, and suddenly waved his wand and shouted: "Peschipixi Pesternomi!"
The spell failed to work, and the elf made a high-pitched cry, as if making fun of the spell.
They swooped down towards Lockhart, one elf drawing attention while the other grabbed the wand and ripped it from Lockhart's hand.
"Peschipixipestenomi? What kind of spell is this?" Wizette heard the sound of the incantation and read it subconsciously.
He was deeply involved in home life magic, and felt that the spell Lockhart chanted was very similar to home life magic.
"Peski...piksi...Pester...no...mi...annoying elf, don't bother me?"
The "Wizard's Practical Guide" opened automatically in his mind, absorbing the power of ancient magic as the pages turned. On one of the blank pages, text content appeared:
"Ancient Magic: The Soul-Controlling Spell": Guide the power of ancient magic...purify the soul-stealing spell...go deep into the soul...control the creatures...
Wizette was a little surprised, "It turned out to be an ancient magic, and this ancient magic is very special. It is based on the Soul Imperius Curse."
"Help me...save me..." Just as Wizette was understanding "Ancient Magic: Soul Control Spell", Neville's cry rang out.
The two elves laughed strangely. They grabbed Neville's ears and worked together to lift Neville up. It seemed that they planned to lift Neville a little higher and hang him on the fire dragon's skeleton.
"Ancient Magic: The Soul Controlling Spell"!
Vizette waved his wand, and ancient magical power pumped from the core of the Obscurus.
Similar to the feeling of casting the Imperius Curse, a tingling warmth also extended from the tip of the wand.
It's just that this time the feeling is gentler, and the movements of the elves controlled by him are not so stiff and can be called agile.
Weizet gave an order to the two elves: Please stop where you are.
The elf holding Neville's ear continued to laugh and did not continue to fly upward. He was hovering in mid-air and rocking back and forth, looking exhausted and unable to continue rising.
Neville screamed twice more and continued to struggle hard, getting rid of the elf's control.
Wizette waved his wand, and two pieces of the ink bottle flew up and turned into soft cushions to catch Neville who fell to the ground.
He raised his palms and held them empty, and two small iron cages flew over, covering the two elves controlled by "Ancient Magic: Soul Control Spell".
"Huh..." Neville touched the cushion underneath him and swallowed in shock, "Thank you, Wizette!"
Weizet smiled and said: "Please do me a favor and catch these elves together. I want to get out of class on time."
Other students also heard this and had the same idea, organizing a counterattack with Wizette as the backbone.
Wizette controlled the floating small iron cage and continued to familiarize himself with "Ancient Magic: Soul Control Spell". With the cooperation of other students, he locked all the elves in the small iron cage.
He took the wand and moved it in the direction of the big iron cage, shutting all the elves inside, and then released the transformation magic of the small iron cage.
The fragments of the ink bottle that had been restored to their original shape fell to the ground, like glass flowers blooming.
The students put the cloth back on the iron cage, and the classroom suddenly became quieter.
Harry and Ron put down their books, wiped their sweat and said, "Wizet! Your transformation magic is so powerful!"
Hermione looked at the small iron cage floating in mid-air, her eyes becoming very complicated.
With such a dense amount of transformation magic, she didn't know how much time it would take to achieve this level.
There were still some things she didn't understand. Vizette's ability to capture all the elves must have been accompanied by other magic.
Wizette looked at the mess on the ground and chanted the next spell: "Repair it as before!"
Whether it's the torn books or the broken ink bottles staining the floor, everything around them is being restored, except for Lockhart's portraits.
The students set up their desks, the bell rang at the right time, everything was so on time...
Chapter 83 Lockhart’s plan
As a dark magical creature with the ability to fly, the elf's destructive ability is undoubtedly causing a lot of trouble to the students.
Being able to successfully solve these problems gave the students a sense of accomplishment.
The bell rang, and they filed out of the classroom, discussing happily, with some unfinished expressions on their faces.
"I caught an elf with a softening spell!"
"I just put two elves in a cage!"
"I knocked out two elves! Those books are quite useful!"
