"I really doubt whether Lockhart's deeds are true or not. It's true that he wrote them very realistically, but he performed like a clown in class today."

Ryan walked in the corridor, and Hermione kept talking about the dark magic defense class this afternoon.

It can be seen that the little girl was very dissatisfied with the class this afternoon.

"He couldn't even use a decent spell, and what's more hell is that the elf took away his wand so easily. Alas, I suddenly felt that Professor Quirrell was better."

Well, Hermione actually began to miss Professor Quirrell, which shows how disappointed he was with Professor Lohart.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the front.

A group of little wizards lay on the window, pointed at the bottom, and kept saying something to the little wizard beside them.

Rean and Hermione looked in the direction they pointed, and saw Lockhart searching for his wand in the grass downstairs.

"Hey, I really don't know why Professor Dumbledore would find someone like this to teach the Dark Magic Defense class. I heard that the professors in the past few years were pretty good, but why did it become so unbearable when I entered the school?"

Seeing Lockhart's figure, Hermione started to stumble on Reine's ear.

Ryan secretly glanced at Hermione and thought to himself: If the Savior had not entered the school, then the story probably wouldn't have developed like this.

But at this time, Rean also hated Lohart very much because Hermione had been muttering in his ears for a long time.

The two of them came to the restaurant one by one. When they arrived at the door, Hermione stopped and entered the restaurant first.

Ryan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thanking the great time, which flowed to the time for supper.

When I opened the door, the lively atmosphere in the restaurant came to my face.

The little wizards were all talking to their friends about Lockhart messing up the Black Magic Defense class this afternoon.

However, Lockhart has accumulated a lot of fans over the years. One is the little wizard who took classes today, the other is the little wizard who firmly believes that Lockhart is the little wizard who has a strong wizard, and the last is the little wizard who is swaying between these two sides.

The three-party little wizards had a fierce exchange in the restaurant.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m afraid of meeting Lockhart, no professor appeared on the faculty chair today.

Ryan sat on the Slytherin's dining table, and Kers and Beaver immediately leaned over.

"Hey, Rean, I heard that Professor Lockhart messed up the Dark Magic Defense class today, is that true?" Kers asked, sitting down on Rean's left.

"By the way, there is Miss Granger. I heard that she exerted her power and solved all Cornwall elves with a petrification spell."

Immediately afterwards, Beaver sat down on Rean's right and looked at Rean with equal curiosity.

"Damn it, can't you take a rest?" Reine took a sip of tea and complained to Kers and Beaver.

"Damn, do you know how long Hermione has been talking about this? From the end of get out of class to now, my ears are getting callused."

"So these things are true?"

“This is really big news.”

Beaver and Kers both looked very excited and started talking one by one.

"I said, you are in the fifth grade this year. According to Lockhart, I think your black magic defense exam in the O.W.L exam may be bad." Leon reminded.

"Damn, I almost forgot about this." Fower slapped the table, attracting the attention of several young wizards around him.

"Bever, what are you doing?" A young wizard asked curiously when he saw Beever pounding the table.

Beaver came over and told the little wizard about this situation.

The little wizard suddenly realized and then started talking to the next wizard. One pass, two pass, two pass, and three pass. As a result, in a short while, the entire fifth-grade students learned about this situation.

These little wizards instantly shared their hatred for the enemy, after all, this is a major event related to their future.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. This is a matter of blocking people's future, which is a deep hatred for blood.

For a moment, Lockhart's reputation became worse again. However, the little witches were still willing to continue to excuse Lockhart.

Today is just the first class after all. After all, all the little wizards took a black magic defense class, I guess these little wizards wouldn't think so.

But Ryan still thought it was a bad idea. At this age when the girl was in her youth, her strength was not important to them at all.

Being handsome is the most important thing.

So a week later, even though all the little wizards had experienced the extremely bad black magic defense class, Lockhart still had a considerable reputation among the students.

Most of them are little witches, and the witches don’t like this slutty man Lockhart very much.

Hermione also became more and more disgusted with this exaggerated voice and liked to show herself, so that no girl in the dormitory was willing to talk to her, although there was not much to say between the girls and Hermione.

As a result, Hermione was even more entangled with Rean.

"Rion, what are you going to do to refine the potion?" Hermione asked curiously. This was agreed upon during the summer vacation.

"I have to go and ask Professor Snape to approve a note and apply for a classroom to be used as our laboratory. I think this is very necessary."

Ryan said verbally, but in fact he hadn't gone to Snape yet.

Hermione nodded, without saying much, and continued to read the book in her hand.

Powerful Potion

That is the book in the original book where Hermione found the Compound Decoction.

The two of them stayed in the library until they closed, and left the library.

As soon as he returned to the Slytherin common room, Ryan heard Malfoy's voice.

"Hahaha, you haven't seen how ridiculous the expressions on the faces of the Gryffindor Academy team today." Malfoy's face was twisted, and he talked a lot about what happened at Quidditch Stadium this afternoon in front of several young wizards who had just entered school.

"And that Weasley, hell, is Weasley really one of the twenty-eight pure blood families? Why can't the family members even get a decent wand?"

"Poor Weasley, casting a spell with a ragged wand, hit him. He probably has to stay in the school hospital for a day or two, so pitiful."

Malfoy looked worried, but unfortunately the slightest sneer at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Looking at the admiring gazes of the young wizards, Malfoy felt very good.
Chapter completed!