In Dark Magic Defence Against the Arts class, Lockhart had turned performer. He had moved the lectern aside and was waving his wand, though there was no ripple of magic at its tip. He delivered his lines as he kept moving, now left, now right.
Su Er yawned at his desk and slumped over it.
With vacant eyes, he watched Harry, who was being directed by Lockhart to act opposite him-stiff and awkward.
"Rawr..." Harry stretched out both hands, his fingers slightly curled, trying hard to look fierce, but he was not frightening in the slightest.
Su Er could hardly bear to watch...
Lockhart, however, was extremely pleased with Harry's performance. He flashed his trademark eight-toothed smile.
"Excellent howling! That's it, so convincing-and then, I lunged forward-just like this-"
"Thump..." Harry's thin body was pinned beneath Lockhart.
Oh, is this a show I can watch without paying? Su Er rubbed his forehead.
Lockhart had clearly entered award-winning actor mode. His lower body pinned Harry's slight frame down, one hand held Harry's head in place, and the other held his wand, its tip jabbing hard into Harry's neck.
"Hiss..." The young wizards all sucked in a cold breath at once.
They could see just how much pain Harry Potter was in up there. His face had gone white...
But Lockhart thought he had drawn the young wizards into the scene and grew even more excited.
"Then I caught my breath and used my remaining strength to cast the extremely complicated Homorphus Charm-he let out a wretched groan-"
Lockhart pressed harder with his hand, and Harry immediately screamed.
That really hurts. May Merlin bless you. I hope you can still get off the stage in a moment... Su Er silently pressed his palms together.
"Wonderful, Harry-keep howling-"
"Higher, more agonized-you see, this