Lockhart casually placed one foot on Dumbledore's chair and nodded his arrogant head.
"Very good, very good, everyone should follow my example."
He pushed off the ground with his foot and landed on Dumbledore's chair.
"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, surely no one doesn't know me?"
Lockhart's smug gaze swept over the students in the Great Hall: "If you don't know, you might need to get your head checked."
He flicked his long robe and placed one foot on the dining table. "I know fifteen ways to exorcise Werewolf, and I can reform vampires with my virtue alone. Even the Bandon Banshee will fall for my charming smile."
At this point, Lockhart twitched the corners of his mouth into a smile, seemingly displaying what he called a "charming smile."
Unfortunately, he now looks haggard and emaciated, and the twitching smile on his lips pulls at the wrinkles on his face, making him look nauseating.
Hermione frowned in disgust, thinking to herself that this guy really had no self-awareness whatsoever.
His smile is nowhere near as good as Silan's!
But Lockhart was clearly not satisfied.
He spread his arms wide and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I am the greatest wizard in the world!"
"I am the King of the World!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Lockhart laughed maniacally, leaving the students below speechless and whispering amongst themselves.
"Is he crazy?"
I think it's most likely so.
Why is he standing on Dumbledore's chair?
Lockhart completely ignored the students' gazes and whispers, and continued with his head held high, "It is your greatest honor to have such a great wizard as me as your professor!"
As he said this, his eyes suddenly widened in a ferocious glare, and he said viciously, "And yet you show no gratitude!"
"You laughed during that silly friendly match!"
Lockhart pointed at George, then at Fred, "You laughed too!"
"And you, you, you..."
He pointed to several people in a row; there were students from each college who were mentioned by him.
"You ungrateful fools!"
"How dare you mock the greatest wizard, Lord Lockhart, the King of the World!"
"You all deserve to be punished!"
George and Fred looked at each other innocently, then turned away and made faces at Lockhart at the same time.
Finally, they turned around, stuck out their butts, and farted at him.
After a brief silence, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
"Long live Weasley!"
"Well done, one more!"
"Oh my god, that stinks! Let's make it even stinkier, give him a Dungbomb!"
Silan frowned at Lockhart, sensing that something was amiss.
Why has he suddenly become so arrogant?
Are you crazy?
Or are they too deeply influenced by Horcrux?
While using Horcrux, one's magic will be stolen by the hidden soul of Tom Riddle within them.
Of course, they will also be influenced by him, and even controlled by him.
Look at Lockhart like this...
They've completely gone mad.
The students below were making a racket, completely ignoring Lockhart. Several, unable to bear the noise, had already shaken their heads and left.
The mischievous kids in Gryffindor House were still egging George and Fred on, telling them to throw a Dungbomb ball at them.
It seems that George and Fred are also interested.
Professors Sprout and Professor Snape, High Table, frowned and looked at Lockhart with displeasure.
"Mr. Lockhart!" Professor Sprout rarely showed an angry expression.
"I must remind you, this is Headmaster Dumbledore's seat."
"He's the principal, you shouldn't..."
"Shut up, you ugly, fat witch!"
Lockhart interrupted her fiercely, cursing sarcastically, "You're nothing but an old witch who farms; what right do you have to point fingers at me?!"
Professor Sprout stared in disbelief, trembling with rage, his face flushed red.
She wasn't a mean person, and faced with Lockhart's curses, she thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a single strong retort.
But the Hufflepuff students below immediately erupted in chaos.
How dare they insult our dean to our very face?
What if we didn't exist?
Even the most good-natured Hufflepuff couldn't tolerate such an insult and stood up, glaring at Lockhart.
"Damn Lockhart!"
"How dare you insult our dean!"
"Apologize to our dean!"
Lockhart looked down at them with disdain.
"Apologize? Humph!"
He snorted coldly, not even glancing at the angry students, and said smugly, "I am the greatest wizard, the king of the world. Why would I apologize to a stray dog on the roadside?"
The Hufflepuff students were even angrier, almost rushing from the long table to the High Table to pull him down.
But Lockhart, already incredibly ambitious, is still pushing the limits.
He grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and looked at the angry students with disdain, then smiled sarcastically.
"Hufflepuff? Ha, Hufflepuff..."
"The most mediocre academy, the academy with the most useless students. What's your specialty again?"
Lockhart pretended to think for a moment, then patted his head and burst into exaggerated laughter.
"Hahaha! I remember now, it's gluttony!"
"Besides eating all day, what else do you guys do?"
"Just like your dean, you're all useless!"
He became more and more animated as he spoke, even attacking the students' lineage.
"Furthermore, as far as I know, your academy has quite a few Mudblood." Lockhart's lips curled into a sinister grin.
"In my opinion, it shouldn't be called Hufflepuff House anymore. We might as well rename it Mudblood Academy!"
Hiss...
To say the word "Mudblood" directly to Professor Snape's face?
He said it twice?!
That's bold.
Silan couldn't help but cast an admiring glance at Lockhart, then quickly glanced at Snape's face.
Sure enough, Snape's face was extremely grim, and he already had his wand in his hand, looking like he was about to smash Lockhart's brains out...
"Lockhart!" Snape's voice was chillingly cold; the words shattered two floor tiles.
"Get down here right now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Snape waved his wand.
Before he could even chant a spell, a beam of Spells light shot out from his wand and flew straight toward Lockhart's head.
"Hmph."
Lockhart snorted, tilting his head to dodge the attack, and mocked in a strange tone.
"Oh dear, Professor Snape, why are you so angry?"
Am I wrong?
He ran his fingers through his sideburns, grinned, stood on the dining table, and kicked the plate off the table.
"Aren't you the Head of Slytherin House? You should agree with me."
"As far as I know, aren't Slytherin the most devoted to Pure-blood?"
"Oh, right, I just remembered something interesting."
Lockhart grinned. "I've heard that you Slytherin Common Room sometimes use 'Pure-blood' as a password."
"But you, the dean, are of Half-blood."
"Don't you feel embarrassed every time you recite the commands? If it were me, I would have died of shame."
He stood high on the dining table, casually kicking the plates and cutlery with his toes, a disgusting smile on his face.
Let me guess why you're angry...
"Perhaps you're actually a Half-blood wizard with Mudblood blood. Did what I just said offend your sensitive heart?"
"Of course, it's also possible you've liked Mudblood?"
"Or perhaps..."
Lockhart narrowed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, and uttered the second half of his sentence with an utterly disgusting expression.
"Have you ever been in love?"