mesbooks Chapter 65 Chaos
Chapter 65 Chaos
"Hey everyone, did you see that?" Lockhart pointed to himself, "Recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class."
"Most importantly, I'm the person who has won the Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row," he said, glancing at Landric intentionally or unintentionally.
"Hmph—", Draco sneered without giving him any face.
Landric just wanted to give everyone a deathly smile.
Suddenly I feel like everyone here is crazy.
Lockhart, ignoring Draco's mockery, pulled out a pile of tattered papers from somewhere.
"I see that you have all bought my book, and I understand your affection for me. Now, you have thirty minutes to finish this test!"
Landric took the tattered piece of paper from the student in front of him and felt his mysophobia about to kick in.
Don't get me wrong, it's not because this piece of paper was passed around by other students, but because of Lockhart.
1. What is Lockhart's favorite color?
2. What are Lockhart's ambitions?
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Landric was utterly desperate. No wonder so many people died in the final battle. Dumbledore hadn't taken the students' Defense Against the Dark Arts instruction seriously at all; all he cared about was that stupid plan to use the savior as a pawn.
Lockhart doesn't even know how he got the job; Hogwarts really should learn from Muggle job applications in this regard.
Half an hour later, Landric handed in his test paper with a disgusted expression.
"Alas, almost none of my classmates remember that I like lilac color, which I mentioned in my book."
Some students were laughing so hard they were shaking, trying their best to suppress their laughter.
Hermione initially had a good impression of Lockhart because of those wonderful books, but when she saw Lockhart's furtive glances at Rand, Hermione instantly became wary.
What goodwill? Get lost!
Hermione used her agility to slowly move through the bustling classroom and get to Landric's side.
Landric only felt his arm being linked with his and smelled a familiar scent, without struggling at all.
Hermione was pleased with Landric's pragmatic attitude. That's how it is—mysterious, and I'm the only exception for you.
Landric was also satisfied with Hermione's actions; a protective instinct is a prerequisite for an attack.
Landric stopped talking and gradually his mind went blank. Lockhart was talking too much for him to keep up with.
Hermione, who was always watching Landric, naturally knew his current state and kept a close eye on Lockhart, as well as Harry and Draco.
Both of their faces were contorted in disgust. Hermione felt a surge of pleasure; their beloved only wanted to be touched by her.
Lockhart suddenly called Hermione's name, "...But Miss Hermione Granger knows all my answers!"
The voice was as sharp as a screaming chicken, instantly snapping Landric back to reality and startling him.
He's insane.
"Getting back to the main point, my task is to help you learn defense against dark magic..."
Landric, who had just come to his senses, was immediately taken aback upon hearing this.
He grabbed Hermione and quietly backed away, while giving Draco a wink.
Hermione was confused, but chose to believe him.
Lockhart brought out a bunch of cages and placed his hand on the covers.
It was too late. Landric used magic to clear a path and turned to run, with Hermione Draco close behind. Harry also belatedly retreated.
"Please don't scream, that will provoke them!" Lockhart continued working without stopping, lifting the cover.
Draco turned around and saw clearly, then cursed, "Damn it! A Cornish elf!"
These little elves have bluish-gray faces and very sharp cries.
The classroom was in complete chaos, with several little elves running around like pigs that had escaped their enclosure.
Landric, along with Hermione and Draco, escaped outside the classroom, closing the door behind them.
The people inside the room were a little stunned: No, why don't you take a look at us?
Several people stood outside the door, listening to the screams coming from inside, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, it wasn't them. Better to die for a friend than for me.
Harry, who was just one step away from getting out, was going crazy.
Do you understand the feeling of redemption when a door slowly closes in front of you?
Harry's ranting and raving did not elicit a shred of pity from the three wretches outside the door.
Landric and Hermione remained expressionless, only relieved that they had escaped; Draco even laughed out loud.
Landric seemed to think that what he had done was a bit unfair, so he tugged at Hermione's hand. "Hermione, Harry..."
Hermione instantly understood, "Don't worry, I'll handle things with Harry."
Landric nodded in relief; the mysterious nature of such divine assistance was reassuring.
Hermione didn't think there was anything wrong with Landric; it wasn't like Landric was shamelessly clinging to her.
As long as Rand isn't involved, she and Harry are good friends. But once Rand is involved, who is this? I don't know her!
The bell finally rang, and everyone rushed out as fast as they could.
During the relatively quiet period that followed, Lockhart was hung from the ceiling.
Landric looked up and their eyes met; Lockhart flashed what he thought was a rather handsome smile.
Who is so talented? It must be some savior who is laughing gleefully beside him.
Has he been led astray by him?
Landric looked at Harry, who had somehow gotten close to him, and then thought about Ron, who was still suffering inside.
"It's not my fault, um!"
Draco disapproved of Hermione's approach to Landric and reached out to link arms with her, but Landric subtly avoided her.
He had other things to do and didn't have time to play with her, so he grabbed Hermione and left.
Draco looked at his empty palms, and the rage within him grew ever stronger.