Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 765

Chapter 764 The Cracked Road (4000-word chapter!)

For a long time, Gryffindor College has been circulating such a saying:

Behind any command to "put up the magic wand", there is never a lesson worth looking forward to. At this point, whether it is the history of magic, astronomy class, potions class, defense against the dark arts... without exception, they all support this statement.

However, since the beginning of last semester, all this began to undergo subtle changes.

With the gradual enrichment of the practical part of the Potions class and the emergence of the "Hogwarts Calendar", most students are not so repulsive to these two courses. Of course, they have not shown much like.

After all, lessons learned through quill, ink, and parchment are not as fun as waving a magic wand no matter how you think.

It was not until this day that the students suddenly realized that if the content of the textbook is wonderful enough, even if the professor does not take the initiative to ask them to read, they can't help but watch it. And when there is an excellent eloquent teacher in this class, The time lapse of the whole class is almost to an incredible point.

"Okay, get out of class is over, classmates..."

Guidro Lockhart clapped his palms helplessly, and repeated for the third time.

"Lunch time is about to begin. I don't want to see Professor Dumbledore appear at the door, forcibly taking me and all of you to the auditorium for dinner. If you have any questions afterwards, talk more about it between classes. "

"But...Professor, what happened later? After you and the troll entered the cave in order to avoid the mudslide,..."

Harry Potter asked with excitement in his eyes, somewhat hastily.

And beside him, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and others also had the same curious expressions. The little wizards crowded around the lecture table and surrounded the poor great writer and asked all the questions. The stories that have not been finished in class.

The bell rang for almost ten minutes, and no student left in the classroom.

"I repeat, these are all fictional stories!"

Guidro Lockhart sighed helplessly and looked at the little guys around the desk with a headache.

As a best-selling author, he has held several signing meetings in the past few years. For Lockhart, now it's just a different place to tell the story. The only difference may be from At the beginning of this class, he did not continue to forcibly tell other people's experiences as his own heroic deeds, as he did in the past, but made up out of thin air.

For example, in the original book "A Journey with Giant Monsters", this is just an ordinary short trip.

However, as Guidro Lockhart laid down the burden and no longer emphasized the authenticity of the story. When creating on-site based on this in the classroom, the story began to become more exciting-the rich body language of the trolls, full of drama The natural and man-made calamities of the colors, the incredible treasure hunting and the mystery...For children of this age, it is simply a fatal attraction.

"But, you wrote this! You have so many amazing experiences..."

Hannah Abbot looked at Lockhart with admiration. Even if she grew up in the Broken Cauldron Bar, she had never heard such a thrilling, intense and magical adventure. It was like the appearance of a legendary protagonist. In reality.

As for Hermione next to her, she was not much better. After just one class, she wrote four or five pages of notes.

"Oh, books can be deceiving, boy."

Lockhart glanced at Elena, who looked indifferent, and said quickly.

"If you think about it, I'm only twenty-eight years old this year. I have written seven novels in ten years. Even if I don't consider the time of creation, then I might start traveling around the world as soon as I graduated—— Recall what I just said in class, artistic processing, at least half of it comes from imagination and creation."

"But you did reach those places, right!"

Hermione Granger shook her head, flipped through the manual prepared before the start of the class, and corrected seriously.

"Even if you have not really experienced something, but the stories you write in the book, no matter in terms of logic or feasibility, there is no problem-in other words, they can all be regarded as real Guidance exists."

"Miss Granger, alas, you can't talk nonsense."

Guidro Lockhart felt cold sweat gradually oozing from his back, frowned and explained.

"This is not as simple as what you said. I have repeatedly emphasized that there must be a problem in the head of people who are looking for realism in fictional stories. What I am writing is only a story based on fantasy, but what will happen in practice, It takes a lot of effort to reach a conclusion. What you need to learn is the writing style, not the story itself."

"In this school, there are a lot of wizards who are better than me. If you are really interested in trolls, werewolves, vampires, and banshees, then I suggest that you better leave your questions to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Go to, not a language class."

"Oh, okay, okay...I see, I didn't want to be like this..."

Looking around at the little wizards who were still around him, Lockhart sighed again.

Immediately afterwards, he drew out his wand and tapped on the large blackboard behind him, and a few rows of words appeared on the blackboard immediately.

【Language and Literature Course (Second Grade)】

[Homework this week: Please use the following elements to create a short composition by yourself-trolls, wizards, travel, friends, food, magic. It is required that the content in the main text must have a strong relationship with these elements; choose a good angle, clear style, self-made headings; do not copy or copy; no less than 800 words;]

"Sincerely sorry, children. I have to arrange an assignment for you. If you really can't wait to know the follow-up story, please use your quill to show it in your composition."

Guidro Lockhart knocked on the blackboard again, raising his voice and speaking harshly.

"Now, everyone packs things up and eats in the auditorium-please, don't force me to deduct points for this! This is the first class of the new semester! The most important thing you need to do is to clear your brains and greet the afternoon. class."

At the fourth urging of Guidro Lockhart, the little wizards of the second grade finally dispersed, packed up the paper, pen and textbooks on their desktops, reluctantly left the Chinese classroom and headed downstairs. Auditorium.

Compared with the follow-up of the exciting story, the pressure of homework and deduction seems to be slightly better for the time being.

However, judging from the expressions on the faces of the students, if not surprising, the few novels given away by Guidro Lockhart in the next week are likely to become the most popular in the school. "Extracurricular readings".

"What a humble man, Professor Lockhart."

Ron Weasley said admiringly when the sophomores walked down the long steps and returned to the auditorium for dinner.

"If it is said that I have done so many great things, then I would definitely want to let the whole world know immediately and brag about it. The only regret is that he still assigned his homework. Then..."

"So you are not Professor Lockhart, Weasley."

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows and couldn't help pouring cold water.

"You should think about the composition. There is no place to copy this thing. I believe that at the level of Professor Lockhart, even if you just copied a beginning, you can still be caught in an instant—and your mathematics. , Tut—"

"Why, would the noble Malfoy family members have the desire to win or lose in Muggle subjects?"

Ron seemed to be stabbed by something, and turned his head unconcernedly, staring at Draco like a cockfight.

As the most mediocre child in the Weasley family, Ron is not so competitive.

In fact, he was going to be casual, just a little bit interesting. It's fine if someone else says so, Ron wouldn't be so stupid to do extra work for himself, but he can only accept being mocked by the Malfoy family.

"Ron, Draco didn't mean that..."

Harry glanced at the two friends around him embarrassedly, trying to make a round.

"Sorry, Harry, that's what I meant!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Malfoy let out a sneer of disdain, and said coldly, holding his arms.

"Ron Weasley, I just feel more and more that it's really shameful to be alongside someone like you who doesn't think about being motivated. I have endured you for a long time. Since last year, I have been copying Harry and me. Don't you feel ashamed of your homework?"

"Malfoy, you! Don't go too far!"

Ron glanced at the students around him, his face flushed instantly, and he squeezed his fists hard.

Even if he didn't turn his head, Ron could clearly feel that as the dispute broke out between the two, the queues stopped temporarily. Everyone looked at him and Malfoy curiously, whispering to each other. What is talking about.

"Draco, you're wrong, Ron..." Harry frowned and bumped the boy next to him with his elbow.

"This is between Ron and me, Harry. Don't worry, I won't shake my fist at him."

Draco Malfoy shook his head slightly, pulled Harry away in front of him, walked up to Ron, and stared at the Weasley boy who was panting like an angry bison without fear. , Squinted his eyes arrogantly.

"Why, do you want to fight? If this is your only way of expression, then come on!"

"You... Malfoy... very good..."

Ron Weasley was panting violently, his fists creaked, trying to restrain his urge to smash that nasty face with a punch, staring viciously at the suddenly troubled Draco Malfoy. , Said every word.

"Didn't you expect you to think so all the time? I remember, Ma, Er, Fu, Young, Master!"

"Or am I wrong? Except for Quidditch and Wizard Chess, do you put your mind on learning? If you think you can beat me in a certain subject exam, then I will do whatever you want. What a pity—huh—"

"Enough, Draco, shut up! What happened to you today?!"

Harry Potter tugged Malfoy hard, pulling him away from Ron, turning his head to look at Ron.

"And Ron, you guys calm down first, I think there is any misunderstanding..."

"There is no misunderstanding, I can hear it clearly--" Ron said bitterly.

"As a scumbag, I just don't deserve to be friends with the noble Master Malfoy! You show me a good look, Draco Malfoy, I hope that by the end of this semester, you better remember what you said if!"

When he finished speaking, Ron raised his hand and opened Harry's right hand extended. He squeezed through the crowd and rushed down the stairs.

Harry turned his head abruptly, looked at Draco Malfoy extraordinarily angrily, and frowned.

"Draco, don't you think that what you just said was a bit too much?"

"Maybe it's a bit, but so what, am I wrong?"

Draco Malfoy curled his lips and said calmly, with mixed emotions in his voice.

"In fact, at the end of last year, Ron himself should have discovered that if there was no bonus for the final checkerboard level of the'Black Magic Level', he would have fallen behind, let alone starting this year..."

Draco Malfoy shook his head, and did not finish.

Perhaps for most of the little wizards, the lesson just now was just an interesting story session, but in the eyes of Draco Malfoy, who just joined the "Special Containment Procedures Foundation" not long ago, the significance of it totally different

There is no doubt that Mr. Guidro Lockhart is also a member of the Foundation.

And not surprisingly, the status of this "Chinese professor" in the Foundation is not low-at least not lower than the level of the B-level researcher Bill Weasley who served as his facilitator, which means , Most likely to be an level member.

Although I still don't quite understand the meaning of this class and the previous math class.

But combined with the observations of the past few days, Draco Malfoy is now at least one thing for certain: Hogwarts should have unprecedented changes this year, otherwise it will not be such a large-scale call for graduates to return to school. , And under this kind of change, no one will deliberately stop and wait for those who fall behind.

Whether it is math class or Chinese class "homework", this is further confirmed.

Big sister, oh no, or more accurately, it should be that the huge mysterious force including Big Sister Elena, Professor Dumbledore, and the Ministry of Magic is screening students in some way. It may be a little wrong. I missed the future.

"Sorry, Weasley, I hope you can stand up..."

Draco Malfoy raised his head, looked at the figure that was not far away, and pinched the badge in his pocket.

As an ordinary D-class member, there are only so many things he can do. This is the "private task" that Bill Weasley had previously assigned him in the Hogwarts Express box.

At the same time, at the top entrance of the stairs.

"Aren't you going to persuade you? Draco and Ron seem to be at odds."

Hannah Abbot lightly touched the white-haired ball next to her, and said with some worry.

Because they were stuck at the very end of the team, they could not hear the complete conversation. They only vaguely heard the conversation in which the two raised their voices and blamed each other. They didn't know what happened below~www. mtlnovel.com~ Is it? I don't think so..."

Elena raised her eyebrows, looked at the little boy not far away, and shook her head gently.

"Why do I think that the two people seem to have a good relationship? Perhaps, this is the way boys express friendship. It's really stupid, stubborn and naive. But... it seems to have a little effect. ."

At this delicate time node, even with the foresight, she could not be sure where the magical world would go in the future. Under such circumstances, she naturally had no time to take care of and urge everyone around her.

It's just that Draco Malfoy reminded her of this—perhaps, we should try to give them more opportunities.

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(End of this chapter)

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