Cheering For Lockhart

It's good, very spirited. England, no, perhaps Earth isn't very suitable for living anymore. Ron is already considering the possibility of immigrating to Mars.

Bing Huan also received letters, one from the Weasley couple thanking him, and another from Lucius reporting. The diary had been "coincidentally" seen by Lockhart a few days prior. Under the temptation of power, he quickly fell for the bait and took the diary, but he hadn't dared to open it until yesterday.

After all, he's an adult Wizard. If he doesn't open the diary, the impact is limited. The plan is estimated to take some time to start. Everything is proceeding according to Bing Huan and Dumbledore's plan, but Bing Huan has had a bad feeling in his heart all along.

The first class today is with Professor Sprout. Everyone is standing at the greenhouse door, waiting. But the professor doesn't seem very happy today, possibly related to the idiot next to her who's smiling oozingly.

Gilderoy Lockhart somehow found out that Harry drove to school. When he saw Harry again today, he felt like he had met a kindred spirit. He unilaterally believed that Harry chose to drive to school to make headlines.

He pulled Harry away, oblivious to others, and began imparting what he considered to be valuable experience. Professor Sprout's expression grew worse and worse, and finally, she couldn't help but personally intervene to help Harry out of his predicament.

Without the bothersome fellow, the Herbology class proceeded smoothly. Hermione actively answered questions, earning points for Gryffindor, while other students successfully repotted the Mandrake seedlings.

When things calmed down, a Hufflepuff boy next to him excitedly shook Harry's hand. "My name is Justin Finch-Fletchley. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter, the one who defeated the Dark Lord. Hermione Granger, always first place. Ron Weasley, who broke Professor McGonagall's chess game. And... and our friend from the East."

Bing Huan: (･_･?)

There was another Transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall in the morning. Sadly, ever since Professor McGonagall learned that Bing Huan's learning progress was different from other students, she would set more difficult requirements each class. For example, today, while other students were asked to turn a beetle into a button, Professor McGonagall told Bing Huan to turn the beetle into a Chinese knot.

Bing Huan: (ﾟヘﾟ)? The school's malice this year is so great.

At the dining table, Hermione pestered Bing Huan to teach her how to make Chinese knots. Harry and Ron were talking to Colin, who had come over again. The child really liked Harry.

This afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry discovered for the first time that there was a class more unbearable than Potions. The four of them sat in the last row of the classroom. When everyone had arrived, Lockhart cleared his throat and loudly introduced himself.

"I am Gilderoy Lockhart. Order of Merlin, Third Class, Defender of the Dark Arts... but I don't brag about such things. I don't drive away ghosts with a smile.

I see you've all bought my complete set of books. Very good, let's start with a little quiz today. Don't be afraid, it's just to see how well you've read."

When the papers arrived, there were over 50 questions, none of which were related to Defense Against the Dark Arts. They were all surveys of Lockhart's personal information. Even looking at these ridiculous questions, a magical thought popped into his head.

"With this paper, could his own mother get a perfect score?"

However, what his mother couldn't do, Hermione did. Hermione, suppressing her nausea, added another ten points for Gryffindor.

"This is the 100 I regret getting most in my life," the top student said.

Having obtained a satisfactory result, Lockhart decided to continue fooling the young wizards. He pulled out a large, cloth-covered cage from behind the front desk. "Now, you are about to face the most terrifying things in the world. And I will teach you how to defend against them."

The trio looked at Bing Huan. Bing Huan shook his head. "I don't feel any threat at all. Inside, there seem to be only palm-sized, winged creatures."

Seeing that most of the students were getting nervous, Lockhart dramatically lifted the cover. "Cornish Pixies, just caught."

These ashen-faced sprites had sharp, piercing screeches. They jumped around in the cage, making faces at the people nearby. "As expected, he still chose the most foolproof way to muddle through."

"What?" Hermione asked, confused.

Bing Huan glanced at the girl and slowly said, "Didn't I tell you his resume was strange before? I couldn't suppress my curiosity, so I had someone investigate. I found that his recorded actions were basically things that even junior students like us could do."

"It's as if he's intentionally preventing failures." Hermione looked at Lockhart on stage. Since the filter had been destroyed by Bing Huan, there were more and more suspicious points about this person. How had she not noticed before?

Lockhart opened the cage, and the pixies instantly flew around the classroom like rockets. A few pixies even tried to lift Neville onto the chandelier, but Harry stopped them in time. Lockhart, thinking it was the right time for a heroic intervention, waved his wand and roared.

However, things didn't develop as he had imagined. The spell had no effect, and the pixies continued to charge around as before. Bing Huan couldn't stand it and gathered the pixies into a ball, restraining them. Lockhart, feigning calmness, praised Bing Huan.

"This student has done very well. The teacher deliberately made a mistake just now, hoping you would react calmly like him."

Bing Huan looked at Lockhart, remembering the letters from that morning. He decided to put some pressure on Lockhart, or rather, cheer him on. "If I release them now, I'm sure the professor will immediately restrain them again. Right?"

"Of course." As expected, Lockhart wouldn't miss any opportunity to show off.

The pixies were released as soon as he spoke, and the classroom descended into chaos again. However, after the previous scene, the students all hid behind Bing Huan. The pixies, unwilling to court trouble, naturally went to torment Lockhart.

Watching Lockhart gradually become flustered, Bing Huan restrained the pixies again. "Professor, you're not capable of this either."

"There were too many pixies just now, and they disrupted my rhythm. Also, this student, I am very happy that you possess this ability, but you must know that this is not an ability that other students can have. I hope you will continue to work hard."

Bing Huan raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Min, show him something." He released the restraint again. The pixies were about to escape when Hermione, with a Freezing Charm and a Levitation Charm, stuffed them all back into the cage.

Turning to the other students, he said, "As long as everyone practices diligently, you can do it too, just like Hermione did just now. Never underestimate yourselves because of certain people."

Lockhart wanted to say something, but the dismissal bell rang. Bing Huan said with regret, "Oh! Class is over. As expected, happy times are always short."

Everyone fled the classroom as if escaping. Just as Lockhart was contemplating how to fool them in the next class, Bing Huan's head peeked in from the doorway.

"I hope the professor can be a little more useful next class, otherwise it will be too boring~"

This lighthearted remark successfully made Lockhart break out in a cold sweat. He feared his disguise being torn away more than anything, which was more terrifying than killing him. He had to do something.

On Saturday morning, Bing Huan, for the first time in a while, wanted to sleep in. Then, he and Ron were forcibly dragged to the Quidditch pitch by their good brother Harry, because Wood had done the same to Harry.

Losing the Quidditch Cup last year seemed to weigh heavily on Wood, who hoped to increase training so that Gryffindor could crush the other three teams.

Halfway through training, several people in green robes entered the pitch. Wood stomped over angrily. "Flint, we booked this."

"Don't be nervous, Wood," a sly expression appeared on the troll-like face. "I have an order."

Ron and Hermione, watching from the stands, ran down to cheer for the Gryffindor team. Wood looked at the order. "New Seeker, who?"

Draco jumped out from behind Harry. "It's me, of course~"

"Draco?!" Seemingly sensing his friends' confusion, Draco spoke in a voice only the Gryffindor side could hear. "Since I started guiding the new aristocratic ideology, things have been more difficult than I imagined.

Marcus and the others initially followed Pansy's orders to make things difficult for me during the Quidditch tryouts. It wasn't until my father intervened and got each of them a 2001 that this matter was settled."

Ron: "All 2001s! That's too expensive."

Draco: "This little money is no problem for the Malfoy family. The main thing is, it's really annoying. I wanted to sleep in today, but they called me up."

Draco crept back into the team. The other Slytherin players were showing off their new brooms. Hermione fearlessly stepped forward and taunted, "Even so, Gryffindor will not lose, because they all rely on skill, not on new brooms obtained through threats."

As if his sore spot had been hit, Flint angrily retorted, "No one cares about your opinion, you filthy Mudblood."

The three words immediately caused an uproar. The other Slytherins quickly restrained the charging Twins and Wood. Several female players, after cursing Flint, rushed to Hermione's side to protect her. Draco sneakily walked behind Flint, preparing to trip him, while Ron also attempted a sneak spell amidst the chaos.