Friday.

A new day begins, and the young wizards are still discussing yesterday's open class with great interest. This enthusiasm is like the waves, surging and injecting a dose of adrenaline into the dull campus life.

What was the topic they discussed a few days ago?

The perfect and handsome Professor Lockhart?

But now the news has been blown away by the wind and rain, not only because Lockhart's performance in class is really disappointing - even the word "disappointment" is the result of some true fans controlling the comments.

More importantly, Professor Hep has become a new generation of idol professor, and there is a tendency to replace Professor Lockhart, who has the title of "public lover".

This makes a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts professor very annoyed.

Lockhart keeps circling in the office, and his soft and light golden long hair has become a little wilted in the past. The dozen or so portraits hanging in the office also show the same irritable expression.

"I have to think of a way, yes, a way... God! He is really good at showing off!"

Before coming to Hogwarts, he thought that the only person who was qualified to compete with him for the headlines of the Daily Prophet was the famous Harry Potter, and he was mentally prepared for this. But now he had to admit that he had met a strong competitor.

This reminded him of the hateful woman Rita Skeeter. A few years ago, he also competed with that Skeeter for the title of the best-selling author. Although he lost in the end, it was because the woman cheated. She actually broke his black history when he was in school in the newspaper!

However, he was not easy to mess with. Didn't Skeeter know how bad his popularity was when he was in school?

Professor Lockhart loosened the robe tied tightly around his chest. That was really a passionate time! He felt that his desire to fight was back.

"A tough opponent?" He stopped in front of a full-length mirror and cheered himself up. "Gilderoy, you are facing a battle now. Someone wants to beat you! You have to do something!"

Seeing himself in the mirror, he relaxed a little. With such a handsome face, how could he lose?

Apart from the incident in this small office, Felix's popularity index has reached a new high among the vast group of young wizards, and everyone is looking forward to his formal teaching.

"Maybe he will continue the magic puppet battle in class? You know, many people didn't get a turn yesterday." Ron grabbed the beef pie with his left hand and picked up a piece of potato with his right hand with a fork, and his mouth was not idle. "

Maybe, but we are only in the second grade, remember, Ron? We have to wait at least a year to take his class." Harry said more rationally.

Ron's eyes widened, "Harry, you ruined my first dream this year." He touched him with his arm, "Do you know what I was thinking? I was just imagining using a magic puppet to beat the shit out of Malfoy..."

Ron closed his eyes and made a fantasy expression, "Malfoy's robe was set on fire by the big fireball. He wanted to hide, but it was useless. My magic puppet was too fast! He also wanted to cast a curse, but it was useless because the magic puppet was too small and he couldn't shoot it accurately!"

Harry ate the pie silently. He felt that only Ron could not shoot accurately because his wand broke in two.

Hermione, who was eating breakfast and reading a book, raised her head and corrected him, "Ron, I must remind you that Professor Hep said in the open class that for the safety of the little wizards, the magic puppet only releases the most basic flames, and the power is not as strong as the blazing flame spell we cast ourselves."

Ron seemed to be choked by the beef pie and couldn't speak. He didn't remember Professor Hep saying this, but Hermione was always right in this regard. He muttered quietly, "It's your flaming spell. Harry and I don't know it. I think you forgot it."

Hermione snorted.

"Aren't you reading a book? Haven't you finished it yet?"

"I think I told you yesterday that there are twenty books on my list!"

Ron was silent.

Harry was interested in Hermione's words, and he couldn't help asking her, "Hermione, how much do you know about this professor? Ron and I didn't make it to the start-of-term dinner." He was referring to the fact that he and Ron drove Mr. Weasley's car across most of Britain.

For this reason, he and Ron had to stay in Snape's basement in fear, fearing that they would be expelled. Fortunately, they were neither expelled from school nor deducted points from the college. Professor McGonagall even prepared food for them.

It's just that after what happened, it was impossible to return to the dinner in a dignified manner. Ron missed his sister Ginny's sorting ceremony.

Hermione quickly and fluently explained the information she had heard at the dinner, "Professor Happ graduated from Hogwarts Slytherin College--"

"Slytherin!" Ron suddenly shouted, but was glared at by Hermione, and he lowered his head to chew the pie.

"Yes, Slytherin. He is nine years older than us and has just graduated three years ago. But he is very famous, and all the senior students in the school know him. Professor Happ is good at ancient runes, spells, transfiguration, and Muggle studies, and of course dueling."

"Dueling?" Harry was a little stunned. In his impression, Professor Happ was obviously not the fake Lockhart, but he also looked gentle and elegant, a bit like a teacher when he was in a Muggle school.

It was difficult for him to associate Professor Happ with the word duel.

"That's right." Hermione glanced around, lowered her head carefully, and said in a low voice: "It is said that he is a Muggle-born. When he entered the school, the You-Know-Who had just fallen. The Slytherin students were not friendly to him, but..."

"But what?"

"But he used spells to hit them back hard. The senior students of Slytherin are afraid of him because they have been taught a lesson."

Harry and Ron's faces were full of fascination.

To be honest, they also wanted to beat up a few Slytherins.

But the rumors Hermione heard were obviously wrong. When the current seventh-year students entered the school, Felix would be in the fifth year. Would he have to teach them a lesson? Naturally, someone would teach them a lesson.

In the potions class, the little wizards were still discussing yesterday's open class. Harry clearly saw that Malfoy was among the Slytherin students, loudly boasting that he had a "relationship" with Professor Heppe, and that his cousin and Professor Heppe were close friends.

Harry couldn't help but think that maybe it was a friendship "brought about by fighting."

Ron was also exaggerating about the scene of his battle with magic puppets in the open class. From what he said, it seemed that the battle was not with magic puppets, but a real-life PK between him and Harry.

"Quiet!"

Snape's voice came from the back of the classroom, and the little wizards immediately fell silent. The professor walked with the wind, and his black wizard robe made a "snap" sound, and his pressure was +10.

He looked around, his eyes stopped on Harry Potter, and he tensed up. But Snape looked away, this time he fixed his eyes on Ron, and mocked him in his unique, low voice: "Ronald Weasley... Yes, you have indeed been in the spotlight these days. But you should focus on how to improve your poor Potions grades. I don't want to add another T to your final paper."

The Slytherin students laughed in unison.

Ron's face flushed red, and he held the broken wand that was taped together in his hand, wishing he could cast a curse on Snape's face.

"And Miss Granger, put away your extracurricular book. This is Potions class, not ancient magic. You still have a year before the elective course."

Hermione packed the book angrily.