Not long after Allen and Edward took their seats, Professor Lockhart, wearing a gorgeous lilac robe, gracefully entered the classroom with his perfect smile.
In terms of appearance, he was impeccable! In addition to acting, perhaps he could also be a fashion professor!
"I'm so glad to see you again! The last assignment was to compose a poem for me to cure the snowman, and one of you got an excellent score! Impeccable! "Professor Lockhart excitedly took out a piece of parchment and showed it to everyone.
As soon as he took it out, Edward, who was next to Allen, could not help but cover his face with his hands and shrink behind a tall book.
"What's wrong?" Allen asked, puzzled.
"Oh no, I copied too much!" Edward stretched out his index finger and pointed at Professor Lockhart on the stage. "The parchment in his hand is my assignment!"
"It's so far away, how did you know?"
"I accidentally stained the back of the parchment with ink, and it's even — heart-shaped!" Edward wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground, if there was a crack in the ground!
But Professor Lockhart on the stage continued to praise him excitedly. "Edward Fox Fawkes has good eyesight. Fox had great foresight. He could tell that my healing magic was very effective! Even if the snowman catches a cold, I can still cure it. This is also why I can live with it for as long as a year! "Professor Lockhart flicked his slightly curly blond hair and winked cutely. "Next, let me read this classic poem by Fawkes!"
Edward slapped himself in the face. There was nothing left to live for! But Professor Lockhart had already started to recite with great emotion!
"Look, when Professor Lockhart took care of the snowman,
Raised his red head from the cold,
The snowman's eyes
Were full of admiration for his superb magic.
The snow-capped mountain used its gaze,
To wait for his sacred arrival,
Then he ascended to the highest peak of the sky.
Full of energy in the prime of his life, majestic and heroic.
Following closely behind him,
That galloping snowman,
Worshipping with its eyes,
His magnificence,
...
Ah,
If it weren't for you,
I'd rather "forget everything"!
Fawkes, you wrote it so well! This is the best poem I've ever read! Ravenclaw adds 10 points! Student Fox, where are you? " Professor Lockhart was so excited that his face turned red! "Student Fox, I would like to invite you to be the main character of today's performance — Werewolf!"
Obviously, Professor Lockhart did not remember Edward. But after today, Ravenclaw's students would not have to worry about being asked to act as extras!
"Shakespeare will not rest in peace if he sees you tampering with his poem like this!" Allen nudged Edward, reminding him to stand up and perform.
"Yes, so I got my retribution, didn't I?" Edward walked out of his seat with a look of despair.
"Well said, Edward — so alike — and then, believe it or not, I pounced on him — like this — and threw him down — like this — I pinned him to the ground with one hand and held the wand to his throat with the other hand — and then I slowed down and used my remaining strength to cast a very complicated spell to restore his human form — and he let out a miserable groan — Edward, followed by a cry — higher — good — the fur disappeared — the big fangs retracted — and he became a human again. Simple and effective — another village will always remember me as a hero. I saved them from the fear of being attacked by werewolves once a month. "
The bell rang, and Lockhart stood up. "Homework: Write a poem about my victory over the Warga Warga Werewolf! The one who writes the best will get a few autographed copies of Me the Magician! "
The students began to leave. Edward slumped in his seat as if he had used up all his strength. "I swear, I will never copy poems again!"
Allen patted his shoulder sympathetically, held a piece of paper, and quickly ran out of the classroom. When Professor Lockhart read Edward's poem, he realized that this was a good opportunity!
"Professor Lockhart!" Allen stopped Professor Lockhart, who was going downstairs. "I want to borrow this book from the library. I hope to get some background information from it. " Allen handed the paper to Professor Lockhart. "But this book is in the forbidden section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign the paper. I believe that this book will help me understand the attack spell you talked about in Breaking Off with the Female Ghost..."
"Ah, Breaking Off with the Female Ghost!" Lockhart smiled enthusiastically. "This book is very exciting. Do you like it?"
"Oh, of course I like it," Allen said sincerely, praising his acting skills in his heart. "You subdued the female ghost the moment she transformed. You are so smart..."
"Ah, I believe that no one will object to me giving a little extra help to the best student in the grade," Lockhart said enthusiastically, taking out a huge peacock pen. He signed a large cursive name on the paper and returned the paper to Allen.
Allen thanked him respectfully and quickly ran to the library. This was a rare opportunity. To avoid any unexpected problems, he had to quickly borrow the book — Secrets of the Soul!
Allen had wanted to study Soul Magic for a long time, but there were no books related to it on the ordinary bookshelves. Even when he did the mission, he did not draw any related spells. This was a rare opportunity. Other than Professor Lockhart, no other professor would sign the paper without reading it! Even if the professors who would take over the Defense Against Black Magic class were included!
Walking into the dull and quiet library, Allen found Mrs. Pins.
"Secrets of the Soul?" She read it doubtfully and took the paper from Allen.
"You haven't returned the Illustrated Handbook of Mysterious Animals you borrowed before. You want to borrow a new book so soon?" Mrs. Pins held the paper and did not move. She looked at Allen doubtfully.
"Ah, in fact, I have finished reading the book. I can return it to you soon." Allen opened his forgettable light blue eyes, trying to look sincere. Hoping that Mrs. Pins was Gidro? A fan of Professor Lockhart's books. This way, even if it was for the sake of the signature, he would easily borrow the book.
Mrs. Pins raised the paper and looked at it in the light, as if to check if it was fake. In the end, it passed the test smoothly. She walked between the tall bookshelves with her head held high and came back a few minutes later, holding a large black and silver book. Allen took the heavy book, bowed to express his gratitude, and quickly left the library.
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