After Lockhart brought pixies into the classroom for his second Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, the pixies turned the class into a complete mess. After that, he started copying Professor Binns and simply read from the textbook to the young wizards.
Sometimes, Lockhart would even drag Harry onto the stage to perform plays with him, making Harry dress up as a villager, a snowman, and a vampire.
Ron also told Muya that, in the latest Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Harry had played a werewolf.
Muya listened with great interest while Ron rattled on endlessly, and Harry covered his blushing face.
"By the way, where did Hermione go?" Oh, why were these cucumber-flavored crisps so delicious? (Crunch, crunch, crunch.)
"Crunch, crunch." Ron was holding a bag of barbecue-flavored crisps too. He glanced around before leaning close to Muya and whispering, "She went to the Restricted Section."
He even wore a look of disgust. "She got Lockhart to sign the note. That guy happily agreed, of course. Hermione is his most outstanding student, after all."
Muya choked. "Then I must be his most hated student."
She told the two of them about getting zero marks on her test paper, and they laughed so hard they nearly choked on their crisps.
Suddenly, an icy presence appeared above the three of them. "You think this is your secret base or something? And you're eating right in front of me!"
Moaning Myrtle started crying again. Muya quickly stuffed the remaining crisps into her robes and began her 108th method of comforting Moaning Myrtle.
Harry and Ron felt too embarrassed to keep eating their crisps and stuffed theirs into their robes as well.
"Phew, I'm back." Hermione walked in with her arms full of books, looking less than pleased. She probably regretted giving