Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Silan and Hermione sat together, placing several of Lockhart's biographies on the table.
Harry and Ron sat down next to them.
The books were piled high in front of them so that they wouldn't see Lockhart himself.
In Harry's words, "His pictures aren't as obnoxious as he is in person."
After all the students were seated, Lockhart adjusted his flamboyantly colored robe, cleared his throat loudly, and casually picked up one of his books.
Pointing to his photo, he winked at his classmates and said proudly, "I am Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, an honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and a five-time winner of the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award."
"Actually, I don't want to talk about this all the time," he said, but he still held up his book and selflessly showed everyone his photos.
"After all, I don't exorcise Bandon Banshee with a smile."
He paused deliberately, waiting for the students' reaction.
His admirers laughed in agreement.
"I see you've all bought my complete works, great. I think we should start with a little quiz today..." Lockhart said, handing out his Narcissism Quiz.
Faced with a three-page Narcissism Quiz, Silan didn't even pick up a pen.
He'd rather waste time than write this kind of thing.
Seeing that Silan remained motionless, Ron was somewhat surprised and said with great excitement, "There are still questions that Silan can't answer?"
"You didn't write anything either?" Harry whispered.
Ron pointed to his name and chuckled, "At least I wrote my name down."
After collecting the exam papers, Lockhart grumbled as he looked at them in front of everyone.
After praising Hermione's test paper, Lockhart suddenly noticed a blank paper.
They didn't even write down their names.
"It seems some of our classmates are quite daring..."
Lockhart glared at him, somewhat angrily.
Since his exam paper was next to Hermione's, he naturally looked at Silan.
Lockhart, who enjoys being fawned over, was very displeased.
But the student sitting in the back row only glanced at him casually before looking away.
Completely indifferent, elegant and aloof.
Lockhart was furious, but after recognizing Silan as a Slytherin student, he forcibly suppressed his emotions.
Completely oblivious to his fame, utterly unafraid of the title of professor, and a student of Slytherin...
Lockhart thought to himself, "This is probably a child from some Pure-blood families."
His suspicions about Silan's background prevented him from speaking out. After muttering a few words under his breath, he changed the subject.
"Now—be careful!" Lockhart pulled a covered cage from behind the podium and placed it on the table.
"My mission is to teach you how to resist the most evil things known in the Wizarding World. You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom."
He winked triumphantly at the students. "But remember, as long as I'm here, you won't get hurt. I just ask you to stay calm."
He attracted almost everyone's attention.
The students held their breath and looked at the cage.
Lockhart lifted the veil. "Not bad, Cornish Pixies I just caught."
These House-elf were dark blue, about eight inches tall, with small, pointed faces, and soft, high-pitched voices.
As soon as the cover was removed, they started chattering and jumping around, or shaking the cage bars and making faces at the students.
"Let's see how you deal with them."
Lockhart confidently opened the cage door.
As expected, the situation became a mess.
The House-elf wreaked havoc in the classroom, shattering windows everywhere.
They rampaged through the classroom, throwing ink bottles at people and tearing books and paper to shreds.
Lockhart flicked his robes and brandished his wand, attempting to cast a spell.
As a result, the House-elf and threw it out the window, which instantly deflated him, and he hurriedly crawled under the table.
"Get outside! Get outside!"
Someone shouted, and the students hurriedly walked out of the classroom.
"I'm a professor, let me go first!"
"Let me go first!"
Lockhart rushed over in a hurry, followed by a group of giggling House-elf.
He pushed his way into the crowd, making the situation even more chaotic.
Silan frowned and pulled Hermione behind him, shielding her, but Lockhart suddenly slammed her against the wall.
This infuriated Hermione.
"How could he treat Silan like this?!"
Furious, Hermione seized the opportunity to stomp on Lockhart's foot.
Once Hermione had vented her anger, Silan reached out and pulled her back, then took out his wand.
Several beams of Spells light burst forth from his wand, blasting away the few House-elf that were chasing after him.
Before they could land, Silan made another move.
First, freeze them with Freezing Charm, then use Levitation Charm to stuff them into the cage.
He even took advantage of the chaos to cast a Freezing Charm on Lockhart's hair, turning his long, golden waves into ice threads.
Lockhart, who was still grimacing after Hermione stepped on him, ignored the pain and rushed out of the classroom with a miserable howl.
"My hair! My hair!"
"I need to go to the Hospital Wing! Is there anyone who can take me? I feel a little dizzy..."
Aside from his staunch admirers, few students were willing to talk to him.
After he escaped from the classroom, many students glared at him with disgust.
Hermione felt deeply ashamed as she watched Lockhart stagger towards the Hospital Wing, touching his hair in a disheveled state.
"Where did Headmaster Dumbledore even hire him from? Hagrid's Hound, Fang, is more useful than him."
"I must have been out of my mind to think he had some real skills."
Hermione glanced at the books on the table with some disgust.
Lockhart in the photo was also quite frightened by what had just happened; he was now clinging to the photo frame, trembling.
"I think everything he wrote in his book must be fake," Hermione said angrily. "If he could do those things, how come he couldn't handle the House-elf?"
Harry and Ron wholeheartedly agreed, saying in unison, "He's nowhere near as good Silan!"
"How can you compare him to Silan?" Hermione turned and glared at them. "He's only good enough to be compared to Fang."
After a while, Hermione was still furious and wrapped Lockhart's book cover in Parchment.
She really didn't want to see his face.
Silan didn't let these little incidents distract her; she went to the library after class.
He planned to investigate the Red Seeds he had obtained from Snape's office.
After a summer apart, Madam Pince remained unchanged, still organizing books among the shelves as usual.
During this process, she also kept an eye on the students in the library.
If anyone breaks the rules, she will kick them out without hesitation.
When Madam Pince saw Silan enter, she stopped and nodded slightly to him.
After greeting everyone, Silan went to look for books about herbs on the bookshelf.