"Er... very... very well done."
Lockhart said dryly, struggling to maintain a smile as a thin sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He fumbled to shut the cage and cleared his throat.
"It seemed... it seemed you did have some practical foundation. Then, next, we would conduct some theoretical... hmm, quizzes to reinforce your knowledge."
At the mention of a "theory quiz," some of the students finally grew a little nervous and sat up straighter.
Then they received their test papers.
Harry looked at the ornate script at the top of the parchment—"How Well Do You Know Gilderoy Lockhart?"—and a sense of foreboding rose within him.
He read on:
1. What was Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?
2. What did you think was Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement?
3. What was Gilderoy Lockhart's ideal birthday gift?
The entire paper was filled with questions like these.
Ron's mouth fell open, his expression as though he had swallowed a slug whole.
"Was he joking?" he whispered to Harry. "What kind of Defense Against the Dark Arts test was this? Was he picking the president of his fan club?"
Hermione's face turned red, this time from anger.
Whatever fondness she had once felt for Lockhart vanished in the face of this idiotic test paper.
She pressed her lips together. Though she did not join Ron's complaints, she did not put quill to parchment either.
The same test paper also appeared in the sixth-year N.E.W.Ts advanced class.
Carris Selwyn picked up her quill, glanced over the paper, then expressionlessly set it back down.
Tobias Nott let out a derisive snort, the sound especially piercing in the silent classroom.
"Professor," Aidan Fleury raised his hand, keeping his tone as polite as possible. "May I ask what specific connection this... questionnaire has with our N.E.W.Ts preparation this