Chapter 146 Appraisal completed, this is trash
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Jing Shen Tian Si
The students in the classroom looked at the Cornish elf in the cage in surprise, some were trying to hold back their laughter, some were disdainful, and some looked at Lockhart, hoping that the professor would can give them a perfect explanation.
"That's right, the Cornish elf that was just captured." Lockhart gave Aaron a meaningful look. "The cunning elf is very difficult to deal with."
"But Professor, they're not very dangerous, are they?" Seamus Finnigan said with a sneer.
"Laugh all you want, Mr. Finnigan," said Lockhart, turning around, and suddenly opened the cage.
The Cornish elf jumped out of his cage like a madman and flew around the classroom like a locust, wreaking havoc.
The desks were ruthlessly overturned by them, the murals on the wall and Lockhart's photos were torn into pieces, books were thrown everywhere, ink was spilled all over the floor, and some of them were directly smashed into pieces Glass, flew out of the window.
In a hurry, the students picked up everything they could catch and fought with these little elves. Amidst the chirping and wah-wah, the scene fell into chaos for a while.
"Bring them together, they're nothing more than goblins," Lockhart yelled, but it didn't help.
The blue elves were still doing whatever they wanted in the classroom. Neville was more unlucky, and was hung on the chandelier by two elves, and Hermione was also grabbed by the hair by an elf.
Harry just in time picked up a book and shot the elf flying, saving her.
At this time, the open door pointed out the most correct direction for each student, and the students escaped from the classroom one after another as if they had caught a ray of light in the dark.
Two minutes later, there were only Lockhart left in the classroom, the three of Harry hiding under the podium, Neville who was hanging from the chandelier, and Abe who was standing by the window admiring the interesting scene Lun.
Lockhart pulled out his wand nervously, and made a rather non-standard gesture with his right hand, "The annoying pests are all gone."
Then, nothing happened, the spell had no effect.
An elf quickly snatched the wand from his hand and flew to the center of the ceiling, where a model of a dinosaur skeleton was suspended from several chains.
With a light tap of the wand, the sparks flickered, the chains broke instantly, and the huge model fell to the ground.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Aaron cast the floating spell in time to keep it from falling, "Other things are easy to clean up, but this is a big one, 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 with one claw.
"Restrain a little." Aaron said helplessly, "You are just a cute pet in front of outsiders, not a war pet."
Lockhart, who didn't know when he ran to the door, put on a smiling face, and said at the fastest speed in his life: "I'll assign you a few to catch the remaining elves back into their cages."
After Lockhart finished speaking, he fled out of the classroom and closed the door by the way.
"Tsk tsk tsk! I've never seen such an irresponsible teacher in my life." Aaron said with a sneer, "After the appraisal, he is a waste."
"Maybe he just wanted to give us some practice opportunities." Hermione retorted feebly.
"Practice?" Harry chased away an elf that flew in front of him, "What kind of practice is this? The teachers have all gone, and we are the only ones left in the classroom."
"That's right." Aaron said deeply, "Hermione, it's time for you to recognize the reality!
You look at this classroom, the facts speak louder than words, Lockhart has no real skills.
My question hit the nail on the head, he is not qualified to be our teacher. "
"But you also read his books and know what he did."
Aaron couldn't help laughing, and even coughed for a few seconds before he recovered.
"If a person's ability can be judged by books, then I think it is necessary for me to contact a group of professional writers and let them publish a more perfect autobiography within half a year." Aaron touched his chin and said solemnly , "I have already thought of the name, it is called the Road to the Rise of the Fashen, what do you think?"
Hearing this, the three looked at each other.
Both Harry and Ron thought this idea was very creative, but Hermione figured out something, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Then what, can you put me down first?" Neville pointed to the overwhelmed wizard robe that was hung on the chandelier and said, "I experienced this feeling once last year, and I don't want to experience it again."
"Indeed." Aaron was also a little unbelievable, "It seems that you are the one who is unlucky every time.
Neville, you Longbottom family are not under some terrible curse, are you? "
"This... probably not!" Neville said thoughtfully, but his tone was not confident.
As soon as he finished speaking, a Cornish elf flew onto his shoulder, grabbed his arm and shook it constantly.
boom!
Aaron immediately cast a sleeping spell, and the elf closed its eyes immediately, and lay on Neville's shoulder.
"I don't think you should be so sure."
"I see, I'll ask my grandma when I get back." Neville said tearfully, "Put me down now."
Aaron shrugged and raised the wand in his hand lightly.
Neville floated upwards, and the wizard robe slowly fell to the ground after breaking away from the chandelier.
"Thank you, you helped me again." Neville sincerely thanked Aaron.
"You're welcome."
"What should we do?" Harry asked melancholy, "Lockhart handed over these elves to us before he left, and it would be a waste of time to catch them one by one."
"That's why you are too weak.
Lockhart was quite right when he said that these are ordinary goblins. Aaron shook his head, and suddenly raised his wand over his shoulder, "Everything is petrified." "
A dazzling white light gushed out from the tip of the wand, quickly illuminating the entire classroom.
All the elves were frozen in place, motionless like a log.
"It's done!"
"You can solve these elves, so why..." Ron hesitated to speak, and the other three looked at him puzzled.
"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 settle the troubles caused by others."
"But..."
"Listen to me first, Hermione.
Secondly, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is still in the classroom!
Since the teacher didn't make a move, it means things haven't gotten out of control yet, doesn't it?
It's just that I didn't expect him to run so fast and dump the mess on us in time. Aaron said as he walked to a table and pulled out a light golden wand from under it, "I'll take this thing away first, and I'll return it to our Professor Lockhart when I get a chance.
As for the rest, I leave it up 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 wasn't solved."
"It's possible!" Neville nodded, but seeing the rolled eyes of Harry and Ron, he immediately added, "But it's unlikely."
After dinner in the auditorium at night, Aaron put Abe in the dormitory and went to Lockhart's office alone.
After knocking on the door, Lockhart opened the office door.
But when he saw Aaron standing outside the door, fear and guilt flashed in his eyes.
No teacher would like to question the teacher's students, let alone the students' doubts are still right. He has been around for so long, but he didn't expect that he almost capsized in the gutter today.
"Mr. Gaius, why are you looking for me?" Lockhart showed his iconic smile, "I guess, you are a Slytherin, if you want to ask me about magic, then I am really can't agree.
Because then Dumbledore wouldn't be happy, after all the magic I know is too powerful and you can't afford to cause any damage. "
"Sure enough, he can thrive in the wizarding world with a half-baked level. This guy is still a bit good. At least his ability to open his eyes and tell lies is top-notch." Aaron thought to himself, then raised his eyebrows, "Professor , I think you have misunderstood, I am not here to ask you questions."
"Isn't it? That's really..." Lockhart said halfway, quickly retracting the smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's a pity, I thought you were the kind of person who pursued power!"
"Professor, you are joking, can I go in and sit down?"
"Of course, please come in." Lockhart said with a smile.
There are countless photo frames in the office, each of which 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 looks like you are very busy!"
"Yes, I'm busy replying to my admirers." Lockhart said, and then looked at Aaron, "Then Aaron, are you here to see me?"
"This." Aaron took out Lockhart's wand, "You left it in the classroom, and I will return it for you."
"Oh! Thank you, little wizard." Lockhart excitedly took his wand, "I just said what I forgot today!"
"Professor, besides returning the wand, I have one more thing to trouble you with."
Lockhart immediately became vigilant, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly, and he knew that things were not that simple.
"That's right, the Cornish elf that was just captured." Lockhart gave Aaron a meaningful look. "The cunning elf is very difficult to deal with."
"But Professor, they're not very dangerous, are they?" Seamus Finnigan said with a sneer.
"Laugh all you want, Mr. Finnigan," said Lockhart, turning around, and suddenly opened the cage.
The Cornish elf jumped out of his cage like a madman and flew around the classroom like a locust, wreaking havoc.
The desks were ruthlessly overturned by them, the murals on the wall and Lockhart's photos were torn into pieces, books were thrown everywhere, ink was spilled all over the floor, and some of them were directly smashed into pieces Glass, flew out of the window.
In a hurry, the students picked up everything they could catch and fought with these little elves. Amidst the chirping and wah-wah, the scene fell into chaos for a while.
"Bring them together, they're nothing more than goblins," Lockhart yelled, but it didn't help.
The blue elves were still doing whatever they wanted in the classroom. Neville was more unlucky, and was hung on the chandelier by two elves, and Hermione was also grabbed by the hair by an elf.
Harry just in time picked up a book and shot the elf flying, saving her.
At this time, the open door pointed out the most correct direction for each student, and the students escaped from the classroom one after another as if they had caught a ray of light in the dark.
Two minutes later, there were only Lockhart left in the classroom, the three of Harry hiding under the podium, Neville who was hanging from the chandelier, and Abe who was standing by the window admiring the interesting scene Lun.
Lockhart pulled out his wand nervously, and made a rather non-standard gesture with his right hand, "The annoying pests are all gone."
Then, nothing happened, the spell had no effect.
An elf quickly snatched the wand from his hand and flew to the center of the ceiling, where a model of a dinosaur skeleton was suspended from several chains.
With a light tap of the wand, the sparks flickered, the chains broke instantly, and the huge model fell to the ground.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Aaron cast the floating spell in time to keep it from falling, "Other things are easy to clean up, but this is a big one, 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 with one claw.
"Restrain a little." Aaron said helplessly, "You are just a cute pet in front of outsiders, not a war pet."
Lockhart, who didn't know when he ran to the door, put on a smiling face, and said at the fastest speed in his life: "I'll assign you a few to catch the remaining elves back into their cages."
After Lockhart finished speaking, he fled out of the classroom and closed the door by the way.
"Tsk tsk tsk! I've never seen such an irresponsible teacher in my life." Aaron said with a sneer, "After the appraisal, he is a waste."
"Maybe he just wanted to give us some practice opportunities." Hermione retorted feebly.
"Practice?" Harry chased away an elf that flew in front of him, "What kind of practice is this? The teachers have all gone, and we are the only ones left in the classroom."
"That's right." Aaron said deeply, "Hermione, it's time for you to recognize the reality!
You look at this classroom, the facts speak louder than words, Lockhart has no real skills.
My question hit the nail on the head, he is not qualified to be our teacher. "
"But you also read his books and know what he did."
Aaron couldn't help laughing, and even coughed for a few seconds before he recovered.
"If a person's ability can be judged by books, then I think it is necessary for me to contact a group of professional writers and let them publish a more perfect autobiography within half a year." Aaron touched his chin and said solemnly , "I have already thought of the name, it is called the Road to the Rise of the Fashen, what do you think?"
Hearing this, the three looked at each other.
Both Harry and Ron thought this idea was very creative, but Hermione figured out something, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Then what, can you put me down first?" Neville pointed to the overwhelmed wizard robe that was hung on the chandelier and said, "I experienced this feeling once last year, and I don't want to experience it again."
"Indeed." Aaron was also a little unbelievable, "It seems that you are the one who is unlucky every time.
Neville, you Longbottom family are not under some terrible curse, are you? "
"This... probably not!" Neville said thoughtfully, but his tone was not confident.
As soon as he finished speaking, a Cornish elf flew onto his shoulder, grabbed his arm and shook it constantly.
boom!
Aaron immediately cast a sleeping spell, and the elf closed its eyes immediately, and lay on Neville's shoulder.
"I don't think you should be so sure."
"I see, I'll ask my grandma when I get back." Neville said tearfully, "Put me down now."
Aaron shrugged and raised the wand in his hand lightly.
Neville floated upwards, and the wizard robe slowly fell to the ground after breaking away from the chandelier.
"Thank you, you helped me again." Neville sincerely thanked Aaron.
"You're welcome."
"What should we do?" Harry asked melancholy, "Lockhart handed over these elves to us before he left, and it would be a waste of time to catch them one by one."
"That's why you are too weak.
Lockhart was quite right when he said that these are ordinary goblins. Aaron shook his head, and suddenly raised his wand over his shoulder, "Everything is petrified." "
A dazzling white light gushed out from the tip of the wand, quickly illuminating the entire classroom.
All the elves were frozen in place, motionless like a log.
"It's done!"
"You can solve these elves, so why..." Ron hesitated to speak, and the other three looked at him puzzled.
"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 settle the troubles caused by others."
"But..."
"Listen to me first, Hermione.
Secondly, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is still in the classroom!
Since the teacher didn't make a move, it means things haven't gotten out of control yet, doesn't it?
It's just that I didn't expect him to run so fast and dump the mess on us in time. Aaron said as he walked to a table and pulled out a light golden wand from under it, "I'll take this thing away first, and I'll return it to our Professor Lockhart when I get a chance.
As for the rest, I leave it up 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 wasn't solved."
"It's possible!" Neville nodded, but seeing the rolled eyes of Harry and Ron, he immediately added, "But it's unlikely."
After dinner in the auditorium at night, Aaron put Abe in the dormitory and went to Lockhart's office alone.
After knocking on the door, Lockhart opened the office door.
But when he saw Aaron standing outside the door, fear and guilt flashed in his eyes.
No teacher would like to question the teacher's students, let alone the students' doubts are still right. He has been around for so long, but he didn't expect that he almost capsized in the gutter today.
"Mr. Gaius, why are you looking for me?" Lockhart showed his iconic smile, "I guess, you are a Slytherin, if you want to ask me about magic, then I am really can't agree.
Because then Dumbledore wouldn't be happy, after all the magic I know is too powerful and you can't afford to cause any damage. "
"Sure enough, he can thrive in the wizarding world with a half-baked level. This guy is still a bit good. At least his ability to open his eyes and tell lies is top-notch." Aaron thought to himself, then raised his eyebrows, "Professor , I think you have misunderstood, I am not here to ask you questions."
"Isn't it? That's really..." Lockhart said halfway, quickly retracting the smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's a pity, I thought you were the kind of person who pursued power!"
"Professor, you are joking, can I go in and sit down?"
"Of course, please come in." Lockhart said with a smile.
There are countless photo frames in the office, each of which 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 looks like you are very busy!"
"Yes, I'm busy replying to my admirers." Lockhart said, and then looked at Aaron, "Then Aaron, are you here to see me?"
"This." Aaron took out Lockhart's wand, "You left it in the classroom, and I will return it for you."
"Oh! Thank you, little wizard." Lockhart excitedly took his wand, "I just said what I forgot today!"
"Professor, besides returning the wand, I have one more thing to trouble you with."
Lockhart immediately became vigilant, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly, and he knew that things were not that simple.
