Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 178 New Attack

"Maybe, that's not certain," Malfoy said disapprovingly. "Sir, if you apply for this position, I think my father will vote for you. I will tell him that you are the best at Hogwarts. teacher."

Snape seemed very satisfied with Malfoy's words. He swaggered like a big proud rooster, walking around the basement with an uncontrollable smug smile on his face, and Slytherin's students were all the same. of joy.

The Gryffindor students glared at the bad boys in Slytherin and wanted to rush up and beat them.

Malfoy really liked this hatred and powerless look, "I'm so surprised that the Mudbloods haven't hurried to pack up and get out, you'll soon see how unwise this is."

He continued cruelly, "I can bet you with five Galleons, the next person will die, I guess she is" Malfoy's murderous eyes stared at Hermione Granger.

Ron looked at Malfoy's disgusting look and jumped up immediately, rushing to beat him. The end of get out of class rang, and the others hurriedly packed up their books and waited for the teacher to lead them to other classes.

Harry and Hermione were grabbing Ron, preventing him from rushing up, "Let me beat him." Ron said angrily, "I'll make his face bloom, I can beat him to death without a wand. "

"Thank you Ron." Hermione was very grateful for Ron's maintenance, "but I will find an opportunity to deal with him myself."

"Come on, now I'll take you to the herbal class, follow me closely," Snape yelled at the class.

The students left the classroom in pairs, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione walking last. They could also see the defiant look from Malfoy, which they read as revenge for the last incident.

Malfoy was about to float, and he stepped on a brisk pace, like stepping on a soft cloud. His relaxed and flexible body can easily exert force even in the cloud. His body is like a snake without bones, but it is flexible and agile.

Malfoy's eyes were fierce and fierce, and his heart was secretly happy, "Potter, this idiot, thinks that it is enough to deceive and deceive intelligence, but he does not know that the real source of power is always strength."

The last time he was deceived by Harry and the others, Malfoy was so angry that he was about to go crazy. He smashed a lot of his collection, and it hurts to think about it now. He dared not tell this to others, let alone his father.

It will make him lose face,

Disappointing others with him. So instead, he had to help Harry and the others to cover up this matter. He suffered a big loss, but he could only bite his teeth and swallow it.

Unexpectedly, the feng shui turned so quickly, Harry and the others deceived the information, but they did not have the ability to match. Dumbledore was still kicked out of the house, they couldn't help, and the new school teacher might be Snape. At least that's what Malfoy thought.

In addition to the annoying Malfoy, another person also appeared dazzlingly in front of everyone.

In the afternoon, Professor Snape escorted the Gryffindor students to a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Harry and the others took their usual seats, waiting for this tedious and unhelpful lesson.

Harry couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "So, it's not the school's courses that are useful, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is a waste of time, and there are many other elective courses that are unnecessary. If possible, I would even like Potions class. Throw it away."

"Although I'm only going to take two electives right now, you wouldn't be foolish enough to think that the required courses can be given up." Hermione raised an eyebrow, she knew how much Harry hated Snape and Malfoy.

Potions class was torture for the three of them. But this is a compulsory course, and it is related to their future, no matter how bad it is, they can only study hard.

"I really wish the school could change the potions teacher." Ron complained in a low voice, then looked at Lockhart who suddenly jumped in, and added, "And the teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Lockhart jumped to the classroom, everyone stared at him in surprise, how could he be happy? The other teachers in the academy are bitter and grieving and extremely serious. If there is another attack, the academy may be closed, who can be happy.

"Okay, okay." Lockhart waved his hands happily and said, "Be happy, why are you all so sad?"

Everyone exchanged glances angrily, but no one spoke.

"Didn't you find out?" Lockhart asked with an exaggerated expression, pretending to be strange, as if they were all slow to respond and missed something big. "The danger is over, and the criminal has been taken away by the Ministry of Magic."

"Who said that?" Dean said loudly.

"My dear students, if the Ministry of Magic hadn't been 100% sure that Hagrid was the murderer, it wouldn't have taken him away." Lockhart explained helplessly, as if he was very sorry that everyone couldn't see the simple truth. .

Fortunately, not everyone is as "smart!" as he is.

"Not necessarily." Ron's voice was louder than Dean's.

"I believe I know more about Hagrid's arrest than you, Mr. Weasley." Lockhart looked smug, as if he really knew a secret.

Ron was about to continue his rebuttal, but stopped before he could speak, and Harry kicked him under the table.

"We weren't there," Harry whispered to him.

It's not a good thing to continue arguing with this liar, Lockhart. He is a liar full of rhetoric. You can't convince him at all, and the argument is pointless. Harry and the others dare not reveal the fact that they were there at the time.

Ron was still angry, the disgusting joy of Lockhart, the way he took Hagrid for granted as a murderer. And his self-righteous arrogance that everything is over makes the others extremely annoyed.

Hermione had no intention of earning credits in such a class, and everyone was glaring at Lockhart, if eyes could kill. Lockhart must have been stabbed in public.

But Lockhart completely ignored the anger of others, at least in dealing with the pressure and contempt of everyone, Lockhart is definitely a master of the masters. He can continue to tell his false story without knowing it, and indulge himself in the story without everyone cooperating.

(To be continued.)

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