Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

When Defense Against the Dark Arts class was in the afternoon, Hermione finally understood what Mo Bai said in the morning.

It was just at the beginning of class, and Lockhart, who was dressed like a peacock spreading its tail, was standing on the podium with a charming smile that he was proud of.

Hermione was sitting on the seat with a face full of fans, and Mo Bai couldn't help snapping his fingers in front of her.

"Hey, there is someone more handsome and powerful sitting next to you, what do you see him doing?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose, "You haven't grown up yet, I'll see you when you grow up."

Although he knew that the little girl who was not enlightened didn't mean it, he couldn't help but look down at himself.

Well, this 11-year-old's body really "doesn't grow up"...

Gee.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously at Lockhart who was talking eloquently on the podium, but thinking of what might happen later, he raised the corners of his mouth.

Lockhart tousled his blond hair, took a few steps forward, picked up "Walking with Trolls" on a classmate's desk, and showed everyone the portrait of him smiling and winking on the cover.

"Me," he pointed at the cover, and blinked simultaneously.

Harry and Ron couldn't help retching from the fat that was about to come out.

"Ghideroy Lockhart, a recipient of the Third Class Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, and the recipient of the Most Charming Smile Award from the Weekly Witch for five consecutive times..."

He made a long, foul-mouthed self-introduction, waiting for applause from the young wizards.

Only a few people, including Hermione, praised him, and the others just stared at him, indifferent.

"OK~" He spread his hands, "Then next..."

"I would like to introduce a classmate to you. He was personally selected by Professor Dumbledore, and he was very lucky to become my teaching assistant."

He winked at Mo Bai, "Let's welcome this lucky guy from Gryffindor with applause! Classmate Bai Mo!!!"

Thanks to his old man's excellent image education, Mo Bai resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Before enrolling, Dumbledore asked him to "do a little favor", that is, to be the teaching assistant of this Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

He said it was a teaching assistant, but after Dumbledore introduced the teacher's situation, Mo Bai found that this job was not small at all.

Because as expected, the legendary Lockhart is a complete vase!

The only spell he knows and is good at is [Forget Nothing], a spell that can erase other people's memories.

The miraculous experiences in his book were obtained from other wizards with his excellent eloquence, and after erasing the memory of the other wizard, he turned it into his own legendary experience through artistic processing.

At that time, Mobai looked at Dumbledore in surprise, "Since you know that this is a parallel importer, why did you hire him as a teacher?"

The old man sighed rarely, "Because we can't recruit people..."

"The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was cursed by a Dark Lord. So far, no one has been in this position for more than a year. They always leave their positions because of strange things, and some people even die."

Mo Bai looked at him vigilantly, "Then you still want me to be a teaching assistant?"

"Not everyone will die. For example, the female professor the year before last was unable to continue teaching because she was pregnant..."

"Besides, you are only a teaching assistant and you will not be cursed. I just want you to let the students really learn something."

"What can I teach?"

"At least you are much better than that idiot, aren't you?" Old Deng winked at him.

Think about it.Mo Bai sighed, and he didn't know why he agreed to this very bad old man.

And endure this kind of social death scene comparable to Ron receiving a roaring letter.

But this is also a good opportunity to pierce the opponent's gorgeous shell in front of the little girl.

Telling her directly will only make the other party feel that he is telling stories, so it is better to prove it directly with facts.

Hermione's deer-like eyes widened in surprise, as if she understood what Bai Yu said in the morning.

She tugged at the hem of Mobai's clothes and said in a low voice.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, I won't do unnecessary things."

Mo Bai winked at him, stood up, and saluted the people around him gracefully.

Compared with the greasy Lockhart, Mo Bai, who is handsome and has a touch of aristocratic air in his gestures, has won the favor of the little wizard even more as a peer. Amid warm applause, Mo Bai walked in front of Lockhart.

"Hello, Mr. Lockhart, we met yesterday."

"right."

The obvious difference in treatment between the two made the corners of Lockhart's mouth froze, and he looked at the young man with a slightly unfriendly look.

But in the next second, he looked at the boy kindly again.

After all, he was just a little wizard, and the popularity gained by relying on his appearance would not last long, and soon Lockhart could regain the limelight.

He quickly put on his trademark smile again, and he pulled out a stack of test papers.

"I think you all bought my book, that's good. Today I will give you a small quiz, don't worry, this quiz is just to see how much you have read and understood the content of the book..."

He handed the test paper to Mo Bai who was standing aside.

"Bai, I can call you that, Asian names are still a bit of a mouthful..."

"Of course you can teach. Do you want me to send out the test papers for you?"

"Uh... yes."

Lockhart faintly felt that something was wrong, the initiative of their communication was actually in the hands of the other party.

After all, the effect of asking the other party to distribute test papers is different from that of the other party offering to distribute test papers.

For example, now the boy is holding the test paper and looking at the questions above, but Lockhart is not very good at urging him actively, which does not match the friendly personality he created.

"It seems that classmate Mobai is very interested in my question~"

Lockhart looked at the students with a dry smile, but heard the boy's voice.

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color... What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest wish... What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement."

Mobai raised his head and asked Lockhart politely, "Sorry Professor, I thought we were taking Defense Against the Dark Arts class now..."

Lockhart didn't realize the other party's intentions, and responded instinctively.

"Of course it's Defense Against the Dark Arts class now, dear Bai, please hurry up and find the test paper?"

"Oh~"

Mo Bai "suddenly realized" and said, "Thank you for reminding Professor, I just read this test paper and thought it was your fan support application meeting! Sorry, I didn't see any question about black magic on it."

The little wizard below laughed faintly, and even Hermione couldn't help laughing.

Harry leaned closer to Ron's ear, "I seem to know where Hermione's weird words in the morning came from."

Ron nodded approvingly.

Lockhart laughed dryly, "I just want the students to get to know me better as a teacher. After all, we will spend a lot of time together."

Mo Bai's complexion remained unchanged, but he complained secretly in his heart.

Is a year a long time... You don't really think you can withstand the Dark Lord's curse, do you...

He looked at Lockhart, the corners of his mouth curled up, "I think it's better for us to learn more about magic than to understand you, isn't it Professor?"

The dark pupils faintly looked at the man in front of him with a little coercion, "I think this is why Professor Dumbledore asked me to be your teaching assistant."

Lockhart panicked, the boy in front of him obviously didn't look big, but his aura completely overwhelmed him.

And what the other party said made him very concerned. Did Professor Dumbledore know about him? ? ?

He obviously did it flawlessly. He has been in the wizarding world for many years, and no wizard can see through his tricks! !
In a panic, Lockhart was no longer obsessed with distributing the test papers, he was eager to regain the dignity of the professor.

He walked quickly to a cage covered by a black cloth.

"I think what Bai said makes sense, so let's start today's lesson!"