Assessment Complete: He's Useless

The students in the classroom stared in surprise at the Cornish Pixies in the cage. Some tried hard to suppress their laughter, some looked disdainful, and others looked at Lockhart, hoping that the professor could give them a perfect explanation.

"That's right, Cornish Pixies just caught." Lockhart gave Aaron a meaningful look. "Cunning House-elf are very troublesome."

"But Professor, they're not that dangerous, are they?" Seamus Finnigan scoffed.

"Laugh all you want, Mr. Finnigan," Lockhart said, turning around and suddenly opening the cage.

The Cornish Pixies burst out of their cages like madmen, swarming around the classroom like locusts and wreaking havoc.

The desks were mercilessly overturned, the murals on the walls and Lockhart's photos were torn to shreds, books were thrown everywhere, ink was spilled all over the floor, and some even smashed through the glass and flew out of the window.

The students hastily grabbed anything they could find to fight the House-elf, and amidst their chirping and wailing, the scene descended into chaos.

"Hurry them all together, they're just little Goblin," Lockhart shouted, but there was nothing wrong with that.

The blue House-elf continued to run rampant in the classroom. Neville was unlucky; he was hung from a chandelier by two House-elf, and Hermione was grabbed by the hair by a House-elf.

Harry quickly grabbed a book and swatted the House-elf away, saving her.

At that moment, the open door pointed each student in the right direction. Like a ray of light in the darkness, the students rushed out of the classroom.

Two minutes later, only Lockhart, Harry and his two companions hiding under the podium, Navi hanging from the chandelier, and Aaron holding Abei, standing by the window enjoying the amusing Aaron, remained in the classroom.

Lockhart nervously drew his Wand, his right hand making a rather awkward gesture, "Pests Disappear."

Then, nothing happened; the curse didn't work at all.

A House-elf swiftly snatched the Wand from his hand and flew to the center of the sky, where a model of Dinosaurs skeleton was hanging from several chains.

With a gentle tap of the Wand, the fire flashed and disappeared, the chains snapped instantly, and the enormous model plummeted toward the ground.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Aaron cast Levitation Charm in time to prevent it from falling. "Pack up everything else. This is a big item, so it's better not to damage it."

Several House-elf noticed Aaron and quickly flew towards him.

However, as soon as they flew in front of Aaron, Abei roared and swatted them all away with one claw each.

"Tone it down a bit," Aaron said helplessly. "In front of outsiders, you're just a cute pet, not Battle Pet."

Lockhart, who had somehow appeared at the door, forced a smile and said in the fastest possible voice, "I'm assigning you guys to catch the rest of the House-elf and put them back in their cages."

After Lockhart finished speaking, he fled the classroom, closing the door behind him.

"Tsk tsk tsk! I've never seen such an irresponsible teacher before." Aaron sneered. "Assessment complete, he's a piece of trash."

"Maybe he just wants to give us some opportunities to practice," Hermione retorted weakly.

"Practice?" Harry shooed away a House-elf flying in front of him. "What kind of practice is this? The teachers have all run away, and there are only a few of us left in the classroom."

"That's right," Aaron said, deeply agreeing. "Hermione, it's time you faced Reality Stone!"

Look at this classroom; actions speak louder than words. Lockhart has no real substance.

My question hit the nail on the head; he's not qualified to be our teacher.

"You've also read his books and know what he did."

Aaron couldn't help but laugh, and even coughed for a few seconds before he could catch his breath.

"If books can really judge a person's abilities, then I think I need to contact a group of professional writers and have them publish a more perfect autobiography within six months." Aaron stroked his chin and said seriously, "I've already thought of a name: The Rise of the God of Law. What do you think?"

Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Harry and Ron both thought the idea was very creative, but Hermione seemed to have figured something out, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head somewhat awkwardly.

"Um, could you put me down first?" Neville pointed to the Warlock's robes hanging from the chandelier, looking utterly overburdened. "I experienced this feeling once last year, and I don't want to experience it a second time."

"Indeed." Aaron was also somewhat incredulous. "It seems like you're always the one who gets unlucky."

"Neville, is your Longbottom family under some terrible curse?"

"This... I don't think so!" Neville said thoughtfully, but his tone was somewhat uncertain.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Cornish Pixies flew onto his shoulder and grabbed his arm, shaking it repeatedly.

Aaron immediately cast a Sleeping Charm, and the House-elf closed its eyes and nestled on Neville's shoulder.

"I think you shouldn't be so sure."

"I understand, I'll ask my grandma when I get there," Neville said, on the verge of tears. "Put me down now."

Aaron shrugged and flicked his Wand slightly.

Neville floated upwards, and his Warlock's robes detached from the chandelier before slowly falling to the ground.

"Thank you, you've helped me again." Neville sincerely thanked Aaron.

"You're welcome."

"What do we do?" Harry asked dejectedly. "Lockhart entrusted these House-elf to us before he left. Catching them one by one would be a waste of time."

"That's because you're too weak."

Lockhart was right about one thing: these were just ordinary Goblin. Aaron shook his head, then abruptly raised his Wand over his shoulder. "Petrificus Totalus."

A dazzling white light burst forth from the tip of the Wand, quickly illuminating the entire classroom.

All the House-elf were frozen in place, motionless like logs.

"Done!"

"If you can handle these House-elf, then why..." Ron hesitated, while the other three looked at him with confusion.

"Why didn't you intervene earlier?" Aaron shook his head speechlessly. "First of all, there's no school rule or law that says I have to intervene to resolve trouble caused by others."

"But..."

"Let me finish speaking, Hermione."

Secondly, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is still in the classroom!

Since the teacher hasn't intervened, it means things aren't out of control yet, right?

"I just didn't expect him to run away so quickly, and to dump this mess on us so promptly." Aaron said, walking to a table and pulling out a pale gold Wand from under it. "I'll take this for now, and I'll find a chance to return it to our Professor Lockhart."

As for the rest, I'll leave it to you.

After Aaron finished speaking, he left the classroom.

Hermione said thoughtfully, "Could it be that Professor Lockhart's Wand was stolen, which is why the problem hasn't been solved?"

"Possibly!" Neville nodded, but seeing the eye rolls from Harry and Ron, he immediately added, "But it's unlikely."

After having dinner in the Great Hall that evening, Aaron dropped Abei off at his dorm and went to Lockhart's office alone.

After the knocking, Lockhart opened the office door.

But when he saw Aaron standing outside the door, a hint of fear and guilt flashed in his eyes.

No teacher likes a student who questions them, especially when the student's question is valid. He's been around for so long, but he never expected to almost capsize in the gutter today.

"Mr. Gaius, is there something you need from me?" Lockhart flashed his signature smile. "I guess you're from Slytherin. If you want to learn magic from me, then I really can't agree to that."

"Because Dumbledore be unhappy if that happened. After all, the magic I know is too powerful; you couldn't afford the damage it might cause."

"Although he can make a name for himself in the Warlock world with only mediocre skills, this guy does have some talent. At least his ability to lie through his teeth is top-notch," Aaron thought to himself. Then he raised an eyebrow. "Professor, I think you've misunderstood. I didn't come here to ask you any questions."

"Isn't that right? That's really..." Lockhart started to say, then quickly wiped the smile from his lips. "What a pity, I thought you were the kind of person who pursued power!"

"Professor, you're joking. May I come in and have a seat?"

"Of course, please come in," Lockhart said with a smile.

The office is filled with countless photo frames, each containing a picture of Lockhart, many of which bear his autograph.

There were thick envelopes on the table, along with dozens of burning candles.

"Professor, you seem to be very busy!"

"Yes, I've been busy sending letters to my admirers," Lockhart said, then looked at Aaron. "So, Aaron, why did you come looking for me?"

"This," Aaron took out Lockhart's Wand, "You left it in the classroom, so I specially returned it to you."

"Oh! Thank you, little Warlock." Lockhart excitedly took his Wand. "I knew I'd forgotten something today!"

"Professor, besides returning the Wand, there is one more thing I would like to ask you to do."

Lockhart immediately became alert, and his hand holding the Wand trembled slightly. He knew that things were not so simple.