Ron looked at Hermione in fear.

The other little wizards who understood and vaguely guessed what kind of person Lockhart was also had complicated expressions.

Miss Granger had always been clever.

How could she...

"It's a pity for other students." Lockhart put down the test paper in his hand, "If you can be as good as Miss Granger and Mr. Potter, you will know all my secrets."

“Then you will definitely be able to become as good as them.”

The young wizards hesitated.

There is no doubt that Granger and Potter are the two best little wizards in the first grade. Could it be that Lockhart is actually right?

The purpose of this test paper is not because he is narcissistic, but it is really a test?

"As your first lesson at the beginning of the new semester," Lockhart bent down and took out a cage covered with cloth from under the podium. "I will take you to see the most dangerous, evil, and terrifying creatures in the wizarding world."

The young wizards held their breath.

Those sitting in the first row tried to move back, fearing that their faces would be splashed with blood.

"Please keep quiet and don't irritate them." Lockhart lowered his voice and slowly lifted the cloth on the cage, revealing the creature imprisoned inside.

A group of elves.

It was only seven or eight inches tall, with a dark blue complexion and a face that looked like a crushed melon seed. Its personality was as bad as its appearance. When it saw the light, it immediately started chattering and shouting angrily in a sharp and piercing voice.

"Pfft." A little wizard couldn't help laughing.

Ron rubbed his face and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Damn it, I really believed what he said."

Harry deadpanned.

He feels...

Defense Against the Dark Arts does not require learning this kind of content.

Elves - Some wizards call them "Cornish Elves". In fact, this prefix is ​​just because they are mostly found in Cornwall.

They are not dark creatures and are mostly harmless, just overly naughty.

Smaller, uglier versions of the Weasley brothers.

"Listen, I know what you are thinking." Lockhart's expression was serious, "But they are a kind of '3X' level magical creatures, don't take them lightly."

"They are agile, cunning, and lively, and will be good training targets for you."

He stretched out his hand and was about to open the cage.

Harry picked up the textbook and stuffed it into the Sorting Hat.

"Wait, you can't do this!" The Sorting Hat was terrified. "Too many. We agreed that textbooks are not allowed..."

Harry ignored them and picked up Ron and Hermione's books, stuffing them into the hat as well.

Crunch——

The cage opens.

The elves inside went crazy, rushing out, baring their teeth and claws, and flying around.

They either grabbed the little wizard's textbooks and threw them everywhere, or tore down Lockhart's poster on the wall, tore it into pieces and scattered it all over the sky. A few of them even broke the glass and rushed out.

"Hurry, subdue them, they are just some elves..." Lockhart shouted loudly with heartache.

But no little wizard paid any attention to him. They were all trying to protect their textbooks, hats, robes, or themselves in a panic.

Lockhart raised his wand.

I chanted an unknown spell, but nothing happened.

He was about to chant a second spell.

An elf rushed over, snatched the wand away, threw it out of the window, grinned at him and made faces at him.

Lockhart said nothing, but looked at Harry with fear and expectation.

Just as Harry was about to take out his wand, Hermione held his hand down: "Harry, let Ron and I do it."

"It's not something that's hard to deal with."

"We have to see what level we are at now."

Harry nodded and continued to sit.

Hermione stood up and cast a freezing spell to freeze the two elves. She then cast a petrification spell to freeze an elf that was rushing towards her and trying to snatch her wand.

Compared to Hermione.

Ron's spell accuracy was not that high. After casting several spells, he failed to hit any elves and his wand was almost taken away.

This made him very angry.

He simply took off his robe, cast a Transfiguration spell, turned it into a fishing net, and waved it with a Floating Spell, and soon caught a bag of fish.

The other little wizards also woke up and cast spells.

Soon, all the elves in the room were caught.

They were roughly stuffed back into their cages.

"Very good." Lockhart applauded them. "I think your study last year has paid off. You have coped very well."

"That's why I pretended to be panicked and tested you."

"Especially Miss Granger, and..."

Ron hesitated and gave his name: "Ron Weasley."

"And Mr. Weasley," Lockhart continued, "I'd like to give each of you ten points for your outstanding performance!"

The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time.

Lockhart boasted dryly for a few moments and sent the group of little wizards away.

Seamus walked beside Harry. "Can you believe it? In the first class, I filled out a stupid questionnaire and got teased by a bunch of elves."

"Yeah, I'm still a little uncomfortable without the explosion you caused." Harry nodded.

Seamus gritted his teeth, "Hey, you can't say that. My spellcasting is much more stable now. I didn't mess it up a few times during the Transfiguration class."

He paused and looked at Hermione, "Granger, you are not a fan of Lockhart, are you?"

Hermione shook her head: "How is that possible!"

"Then you..." Seamus hesitated. He didn't think so either. Hermione didn't have the same enthusiasm as other little witches. It was just that getting full marks...

"He's a professor." Hermione said earnestly, "Look, how many extra points he gave us in this class?"

She stretched out her left hand and spread out all the fingers. Harry handed her an index finger and added: "Sixty points! A full sixty points!"

"I earned 60 points last year, but it took more than a school year."

As they walked toward the Great Hall, they passed the gem-counter - Gryffindor had more rubies than the other three houses combined.

"Is there any professor who is easier to give extra credit to than Lockhart?"

"As long as we treat him a little bit better and act like good fans, there will be a steady stream of points."

Seamus was convinced and nodded.

This seems... to make sense?

Although Lockhart's conceited face bothered him, when he thought of... those were Gryffindor score gems, he immediately felt that he looked kind.

After dinner, return to the common room.

Seamus pulled the other little lions together to discuss how to earn points from Lockhart more efficiently - they were so unscrupulous that they didn't have to worry too much about being deducted points by other professors.

Harry didn't linger long.

He also had a detention with Professor McGonagall, which dragged on until almost curfew, when Professor McGonagall finally found an excuse to kick him out.

Saturday is still a busy day.

Harry stayed in his dormitory to process materials, and only went out to find Snape at night.

His office had been cleaned up in advance to leave a large open space, and some rare specimens that could be seen before were nowhere to be seen.

"Potter." Snape stood. "Have you finished reading the notes I gave you?"

Harry nodded. "Of course."

He had read it carefully in Lockhart's class.

"Very good, but I don't mind reminding you again." Snape said in a faint tone, "Occlumency is a magic that requires you to control your mind, thoughts, and emotions."

"This may be difficult for you Potters."

"Mrs. Potter too?" Harry asked back.

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "You are still in the mood to be sharp-tongued. It seems that you underestimate today's lesson."

"Take out your wand."

Harry took it out and pointed it at Snape.

"You can use any method you can think of to defend yourself." Snape said in a low voice, "You must be able to resist..."

He didn't even finish his sentence.

Act suddenly.

"Soul-reading!"

The office was swaying before his eyes, the light and shadows were dim, the Wolf Faction Witcher Castle, and a corner of Kaer Morhen appeared in his vision...

It was indeed Kaer Morhen.

The house-elves at Hogwarts don't let the roads grow mossy.

Axel!

Harry raised his hands and cast the sign instinctively.

Snape groaned in my ear.

In the field of vision, Harry returned to the office and took a deep breath, cold sweat dripping from his forehead - is this Legilimency? Not only current thoughts, but also past experiences can be seen?

"I didn't expect you to love Hogwarts so much." Snape waved his wand. "The most profound memory you have is where you are now?"

"Because you have no home, do you consider this your home?"

Harry deadpanned, "That is indeed my home."

"It's a good idea to use your wandless trick to stop me from casting spells." Snape sneered, "But if the Dark Lord wants to influence your mind, can you play a trick on yourself?"

"Next try using just your brain."

"Don't have any emotions, throw away all thoughts, restrain yourself - Soul Retention!"

Memories flicker before my eyes.

Photos found in the Potter's old house - Lily and James holding their newborn babies with bright faces; their wedding ceremony, kissing passionately in front of a lake...

Almost the entire album has been viewed.

Harry shook his head and finally broke free.

Snape clenched his wand, his knuckles turned white, and his face turned black: "It seems that using your brain is very difficult for you. It took you so long to do it."

"About the same time, actually," Harry breathed.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Come again!"

By curfew, both were exhausted and out of breath.

"Very good." Snape glanced at the time. "You should be thankful that you have a good mother who has given you a relatively normal brain. Your progress is not bad. Perhaps I can get rid of your stupid face sooner."

"Next Thursday, continue practicing."

Harry nodded, walked out of the office, went to the auditorium, and walked towards the lawn on the first floor.