Chapter 89 Week 1 and Dark Arts Disaster Class

The Daily Prophet has been updated, and stereoscopic projection technology has allowed Minister Fudge's ugly appearance to be spread everywhere.

In addition, after receiving the benefits, the Lestrange family used all kinds of fancy words for this report, and occasionally explored the beauty of language in the details.

Thus, Fudge's successful operation turned into the Ministry of Magic preparing to take action against the wizarding family.

Many neutral families stopped watching the show and started to form their own groups.

However, his plan to win over the pure-bloods failed, and he was caught in a public opinion crisis due to the hearing scandal.

This dealt a heavy blow to Mr. Fudge's already low approval rating, and at the same time he was too busy to bother anyone else.

But the turmoil in the outside world cannot affect life on campus.

"Let's just say that guy was a disaster."

Professor Flitwick swung his fist as if to strike someone in the face.

"It seems that you, Dean, have also suffered greatly from this." Aiden raised his eyebrows.

Professor Flitwick shook his fist at Aiden.

"Okay, I didn't call you here today for this. I'm planning to open the Duel Association to senior students, and I want to ask for your opinion."

"Sure, letting wizards of different ages join will allow for wider communication, but professor, I also have a request. Students with bad morals cannot be selected." Aiden looked at Professor Flitwick seriously.

"of course can."

Then Professor Flitwick held out his hand to Aiden.

"What's wrong?" Aiden was puzzled.

"An invitation," said Professor Flitwick.

"Don't you have it?" Aiden was confused.

"I don't have enough." Professor Flitwick rolled his eyes.

"That's a lot." Aiden took out a stack of invitations and handed them to Professor Flitwick.

"Hehe, you'll know at the next activity." Professor Flitwick pretended to be mysterious.

Aiden then left the office.

As we entered the second year, the difficulty of the Transfiguration course increased.

By the time Aiden arrived at the classroom, most of the empty seats were occupied.

Aiden looked around and found that Edmund, Ethan and Oliver didn't save a seat for him.

"Humph, you three are such bad boys." Aiden glared at them.

So Aiden walked to the Gryffindor gathering area and squeezed Ron in.

Ron: "Hey, Aiden, this is the spot I reserved for Dean."

"Well, just pity your unwanted brother, my dear brother." Aiden blinked and pretended to be embarrassed.

"Ha." Harry on the side was amused.

Just at this moment Dean Thomas walked in, saw that there was no seat for him, and gave Ron a look that said "you're done".

Ron: 'Why is it always me who gets hurt?'

Professor McGonagall came in.

"Classmates, welcome to the second-year class. In this class, let's review our past knowledge."

Professor McGonagall took out a beetle and asked the little wizards to make it into buttons.

Ron pulled out his taped wand and cast a spell at the beetle.

Then, the beetle was crushed into pieces by the wonderful magic.

Aiden: “….”

"Didn't I give you a new wand?" Aiden asked.

"I...I haven't read the book you gave me yet." Ron blushed.

"Well, when the association's activities begin, I will teach you personally. Be prepared, my dear brother."

Aiden gave Ron a smile that frightened him.

Professor McGonagall noticed their situation and walked over, looking at the crushed beetle.

She said, "Mr. Weasley, I suggest you get a different wand."

Then she used a spell to clean up the beetle remains.

After a whole summer vacation, the young wizards' spell skills have more or less regressed, and many of them can't even perform a complete transformation.

Professor McGonagall was not angry, she just assigned a six-inch paper to the little wizards after class.

Wednesday came quickly, and the second-year wizards of Ravenclaw finally had to face the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

The young wizards, who had already heard about the trouble Lockhart had caused on Monday, had given up hope in him.

As the class began, a peacock dressed in fancy clothes walked in with an elegant cat walk.

"Hello, little wizards, this is me," he said, pointing at the poster and winking.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, winner of the third-level Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League, and winner of the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award for five consecutive times, will bring you unparalleled defense against the dark arts."

Then he showed his shining teeth, "Okay, as the first class, let's do a class test."

Lockhart distributed the test papers.

Aiden took the paper and looked at it. It read: 1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s greatest wish?

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart’s greatest achievement?

Most of them are questions of this type, totaling three large sheets of paper.

Aiden rolled his eyes, used psychological invisibility directly, and took out other books to read.

After the test, the young wizard from Ravenclaw still gave the old senior some face.

"Oh, yes, there are still many people who read my book." Lockhart was very proud.

"Okay, now it's time for the practical part. Come, let me show you the dangerous dark creature - the Grindylow monster.

But don't worry, we are on the shore, the water monster can't exert much combat power."

Lockhart once again showed his white teeth to the little wizards.

"But, professor, isn't this what we teach in third grade?" Good boy Ethan raised his hand and asked.

"Hmm? Third years, aren't you?" Lockhart looked confused.

"Oh, well, I mean, learning about the future in advance will help you grow. So let's get started."

Lockhart pulled back the dust sheet from the cage, revealing a sickly green creature with pointy little horns. It was grimacing and flexing its long, thin claws.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to deal with it!" Lockhart opened the cage.

At this moment, the red light in the cage attracted Aiden's attention.

"It was murderous. This Grindylow monster was not completely dehydrated. It was conserving its strength. Lockhart was careless."

Aiden tried to raise his hands, but it was too late.

The Grindylow leaped straight out of the cage and bit Lockhart on the thigh.

Blood instantly splattered on the ground, and all the little wizards in the classroom were stunned.

Lockhart fainted immediately. Then, screams and commotion filled Aiden's ears.

"Quiet." Aiden stood up and released the shock.

All the little wizards were suppressed on the spot, and then Aiden released chaos on the Grindylow monster, causing it to faint.

"Edmund, Ethan, go inform the dean. Oliver, come with me to take Lockhart to the hospital wing."

Aiden ordered.

"Everyone else, get out of class is dismissed."