Chapter 295 The Bad Vincent
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Lockhart's classroom was the same as Quirrell's from last year.
But in terms of decoration layout, earth-shaking changes have taken place.
First of all, I don’t know that the desks that have been used for hundreds of years have all been replaced with precious golden nanmu.
Then the dark red seats and podium were replaced with dignified rosewood.
Then came the wallpaper covered with delicate patterns, vaguely forming a human face.
Finished off with a black velvet rug, and a multicolored crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
The nouveau riche atmosphere emanating from the inside out made Vincent, who had just entered the door, subconsciously want to skip class.
Lockhart didn't give him the chance, "Wayne? Oh - we meet again!"
"Ah, yes." Vincent froze, avoiding his embrace without a trace.
"Come on, Wayne." Lockhart opened his arms again, "Aren't you shy?"
"Professor, I have a serious cleanliness."
"OK then."
He was lost for less than half a second, then raised his smiling face again, "Actually, I used to have cleanliness too, but I found a way to overcome it—"
Draco sat down with a high profile, putting on a small face that was watching the show.
Not only Pote, Wei En also has today.
"Do you remember?"
"Huh? Oh, I remember."
After educating Vincent, Lockhart seemed to have gained a great sense of accomplishment.
"Sit down, we're about to start class."
The students were all holding back their laughter, even Neville, who was the most honest sitting next to him, was no exception.
Vincent put on a poker face, and glanced contemptuously at Draco, who was flushed from the suffocation.
Not only did the other party not restrain himself, he even gave a thumbs up arrogantly.
Yes, there is an event tonight.
When Lockhart came to the first row of Gryffindor, seeing Vincent's empty desk, the smile on his face froze for less than half a second.
"Vincent, did you forget to bring your textbook?"
"Yes."
"It's okay." He walked back to the podium quickly, "To avoid this situation, I have prepared a few more sets."
Vincent glanced down at the stack of new books on the table, and almost rolled his eyes in frustration.
The close-up photo on the cover is still disgusting, and the gold signature underneath is even more dazzling.
"Oh, Wayne, don't be so moved." Lockhart leaned over and put his hands on his shoulders,
"I am your teacher, and I should take care of and accommodate you."
Vincent, who almost suffered from PTSD, returned an embarrassed yet polite smile.
It's the kind of high-quality human smile, the kind where no flaws can be seen.
Lockhart straightened up as if he didn't understand, and held up the collector's edition of "Walking with Trolls" with his photo printed on the top.
"I—" He pointed at the book cover with his other hand, perfectly restoring the blinking expression on it,
"Ghideroy Lockhart, recipient of the Order of Merlin Third Class, honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the "Witch Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award—
But I don't talk about that, I don't drive Bandon's banshee away with a smile! "
Bandon is a small Irish town.
When a relative dies or is about to die there, the female ghost will sing lamentations to herald the news of death.
The level of deterrence is basically zero, it's just annoying.
Among the big smiles, only Seamus couldn't help trembling with fear.
Fortunately, the eyes of the students were all on Lockhart who was walking back to the podium.
"I see you all bought my complete book, which is great.
Let's do a little quiz today.
Don't be afraid, I just want to see how you read and how much you understand. "
Vincent quickly scanned the test paper he handed out, and he was sure that he could not do a single question.
1. Which color is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What do you consider Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
He looked at Hermione, who was buried in writing, and found that there was no need to try.
It is true that the outside and the inside are the same, and it is indeed narcissistic to the extreme.
As soon as the quill was lost, Vincent started the bad mode.
"Wayne? Have you finished?"
"I do not know."
"Huh?" Lockhart almost fell off the podium, "Didn't you preview during the summer vacation?"
"Yes." Vincent raised the paper in his hand, "Professor, what color do you like, what aspirations and achievements do you have, it will not help me at all in the future."
All the students raised their necks in a daze, even Draco, who was beaming with joy, was no exception.
"Of course it helps!" Lockhart stood up a little excitedly, "Vincent, I know that you helped the Magic Council solve two Furakans during the summer vacation.
But it's nothing, I've faced Yamata Enrotomo, you can't even imagine its danger. "
He came to Vincent's desk and said earnestly, "Fame is not everything, Vincent.
I hope you can let go of your past grades and try to take a class of mine with humility, so that you will learn more from it. "
Hermione lowered her small head, staring blankly at the questions on the test paper.
Vincent was right, but Lockhart said it beautifully.
She is not the only student with this sentiment.
Basically all the boys, and a few girls too.
"Thank you, Professor." Vincent handed over the blank test paper.
Draco reached for his ears, trying to make sure he wasn't the only one who could hear the sound.
"I look forward to your class."
The smile on Lockhart's mouth was a little stiff, "Of course, you will learn unparalleled knowledge."
He turned to the students, "My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known, and you will face the most terrifying things in this classroom."
He walked back to the podium again, and pulled out a large cage covered with black cloth from underneath, "Please remember, as long as I am here, you will not suffer any harm."
Most of the students subconsciously leaned back.
"I must ask you not to scream." Lockhart lowered his voice. "That would piss them off!"
While holding back the gaze of the intentional students, he lifted off the black cloth covering it.
"Yes, that's the Cornish elf I just caught."
"Puff——" Seamus's "scream" was quite funny.
Lockhart smiled at him, "What's the matter, Mr. Finnigan?"
Seamus stifled a laugh. "Professor, they're not—they're not at all—dangerous."
"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart shook his fingers rather annoyed, "They're little destroyers as cunning as devils!"
Cornish elves are livid, about eight inches high, with small pointed faces and very shrill voices, like a flock of budgerigars quarreling.
They chirped, jumped up and down, shook the cage bars, and made all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.
Scary?
No, it's even kinda cute.
Even Neville, who is generally recognized as "timid", is not afraid, let alone the students in this entire classroom.
"Okay." Lockhart put his hand on the cage door, "Let me see how you deal with them!"
The moment he opened the cage, the elves flew around like rockets.
……
……
But in terms of decoration layout, earth-shaking changes have taken place.
First of all, I don’t know that the desks that have been used for hundreds of years have all been replaced with precious golden nanmu.
Then the dark red seats and podium were replaced with dignified rosewood.
Then came the wallpaper covered with delicate patterns, vaguely forming a human face.
Finished off with a black velvet rug, and a multicolored crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
The nouveau riche atmosphere emanating from the inside out made Vincent, who had just entered the door, subconsciously want to skip class.
Lockhart didn't give him the chance, "Wayne? Oh - we meet again!"
"Ah, yes." Vincent froze, avoiding his embrace without a trace.
"Come on, Wayne." Lockhart opened his arms again, "Aren't you shy?"
"Professor, I have a serious cleanliness."
"OK then."
He was lost for less than half a second, then raised his smiling face again, "Actually, I used to have cleanliness too, but I found a way to overcome it—"
Draco sat down with a high profile, putting on a small face that was watching the show.
Not only Pote, Wei En also has today.
"Do you remember?"
"Huh? Oh, I remember."
After educating Vincent, Lockhart seemed to have gained a great sense of accomplishment.
"Sit down, we're about to start class."
The students were all holding back their laughter, even Neville, who was the most honest sitting next to him, was no exception.
Vincent put on a poker face, and glanced contemptuously at Draco, who was flushed from the suffocation.
Not only did the other party not restrain himself, he even gave a thumbs up arrogantly.
Yes, there is an event tonight.
When Lockhart came to the first row of Gryffindor, seeing Vincent's empty desk, the smile on his face froze for less than half a second.
"Vincent, did you forget to bring your textbook?"
"Yes."
"It's okay." He walked back to the podium quickly, "To avoid this situation, I have prepared a few more sets."
Vincent glanced down at the stack of new books on the table, and almost rolled his eyes in frustration.
The close-up photo on the cover is still disgusting, and the gold signature underneath is even more dazzling.
"Oh, Wayne, don't be so moved." Lockhart leaned over and put his hands on his shoulders,
"I am your teacher, and I should take care of and accommodate you."
Vincent, who almost suffered from PTSD, returned an embarrassed yet polite smile.
It's the kind of high-quality human smile, the kind where no flaws can be seen.
Lockhart straightened up as if he didn't understand, and held up the collector's edition of "Walking with Trolls" with his photo printed on the top.
"I—" He pointed at the book cover with his other hand, perfectly restoring the blinking expression on it,
"Ghideroy Lockhart, recipient of the Order of Merlin Third Class, honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the "Witch Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award—
But I don't talk about that, I don't drive Bandon's banshee away with a smile! "
Bandon is a small Irish town.
When a relative dies or is about to die there, the female ghost will sing lamentations to herald the news of death.
The level of deterrence is basically zero, it's just annoying.
Among the big smiles, only Seamus couldn't help trembling with fear.
Fortunately, the eyes of the students were all on Lockhart who was walking back to the podium.
"I see you all bought my complete book, which is great.
Let's do a little quiz today.
Don't be afraid, I just want to see how you read and how much you understand. "
Vincent quickly scanned the test paper he handed out, and he was sure that he could not do a single question.
1. Which color is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What do you consider Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
He looked at Hermione, who was buried in writing, and found that there was no need to try.
It is true that the outside and the inside are the same, and it is indeed narcissistic to the extreme.
As soon as the quill was lost, Vincent started the bad mode.
"Wayne? Have you finished?"
"I do not know."
"Huh?" Lockhart almost fell off the podium, "Didn't you preview during the summer vacation?"
"Yes." Vincent raised the paper in his hand, "Professor, what color do you like, what aspirations and achievements do you have, it will not help me at all in the future."
All the students raised their necks in a daze, even Draco, who was beaming with joy, was no exception.
"Of course it helps!" Lockhart stood up a little excitedly, "Vincent, I know that you helped the Magic Council solve two Furakans during the summer vacation.
But it's nothing, I've faced Yamata Enrotomo, you can't even imagine its danger. "
He came to Vincent's desk and said earnestly, "Fame is not everything, Vincent.
I hope you can let go of your past grades and try to take a class of mine with humility, so that you will learn more from it. "
Hermione lowered her small head, staring blankly at the questions on the test paper.
Vincent was right, but Lockhart said it beautifully.
She is not the only student with this sentiment.
Basically all the boys, and a few girls too.
"Thank you, Professor." Vincent handed over the blank test paper.
Draco reached for his ears, trying to make sure he wasn't the only one who could hear the sound.
"I look forward to your class."
The smile on Lockhart's mouth was a little stiff, "Of course, you will learn unparalleled knowledge."
He turned to the students, "My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil things the wizarding world has ever known, and you will face the most terrifying things in this classroom."
He walked back to the podium again, and pulled out a large cage covered with black cloth from underneath, "Please remember, as long as I am here, you will not suffer any harm."
Most of the students subconsciously leaned back.
"I must ask you not to scream." Lockhart lowered his voice. "That would piss them off!"
While holding back the gaze of the intentional students, he lifted off the black cloth covering it.
"Yes, that's the Cornish elf I just caught."
"Puff——" Seamus's "scream" was quite funny.
Lockhart smiled at him, "What's the matter, Mr. Finnigan?"
Seamus stifled a laugh. "Professor, they're not—they're not at all—dangerous."
"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart shook his fingers rather annoyed, "They're little destroyers as cunning as devils!"
Cornish elves are livid, about eight inches high, with small pointed faces and very shrill voices, like a flock of budgerigars quarreling.
They chirped, jumped up and down, shook the cage bars, and made all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.
Scary?
No, it's even kinda cute.
Even Neville, who is generally recognized as "timid", is not afraid, let alone the students in this entire classroom.
"Okay." Lockhart put his hand on the cage door, "Let me see how you deal with them!"
The moment he opened the cage, the elves flew around like rockets.
……
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