Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Hermione then went on to pull out a notebook with members of the L.K.E (Loyal Good Elf) members. Lockhart saw his name on the cover, Harry and Ron's names at the top of the list, whom Hermione had assigned to be secretary and treasurer.

"Professor, according to what you said, I changed my name and purpose. The effect is obvious. Many people have joined." Hermione looked around the bar and said thoughtfully. "You say, should I try to get some villagers to join L.K.E."

"Just do it," said Harry, taking a gulp of wine. "Professor, fortunately you persuaded Hermione to give up 'vomiting', otherwise I wouldn't dare to bring the badge out."

"How are you going to give up this shit," Ron said helplessly, "Professor, you didn't stop her, and you even helped her out."

"I'll start applying for benefits and salaries for them when people know to be kind to the elves, and I won't give up until all the elves have decent income and good treatment!" she countered, "You know what? , I'm thinking it's time for some more direct action. I don't understand how you got into the school kitchen?"

"I don't understand either, just ask Fred and George," Harry replied.

Lockhart remembered something: "Harry, how are the preparations for the game, have you figured out how to deal with the dragon?"

"What dragon? I don't know what it is, professor, do you know anything?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Well, Lockhart forgot when the plot happened again, but it happened right away.

"That's right, the professor is really good. The first game was dragons. My brother brought four dragons over today." Ron whispered. "Hagrid will show you, Harry."

"Look! Hagrid is over there!" said Hermione.

Hagrid's incomparably fluffy tousled hair at the back of his head - he must have let go of the tie that was difficult to accomplish his mission very leniently - appeared in the crowd.

"Hey, Gilderoy! You're here!" Hagrid was very excited when he saw his "fellow man". "You are all here."

"Hi, Hagrid!" Hermione laughed.

Hagrid leaned down and whispered to the crowd, "I'll take Harry to see the dragon tonight, Gilderoy, do you want to come?"

"No, I've seen it." Lockhart didn't lie, he saw it in the movie.

"Have you seen it when you arrived?" Hagrid was a little surprised. "Well, Harry, come to my cabin at midnight tonight and wear an invisibility cloak."

"Really a dragon!" Hermione screamed, and Ron quickly motioned for her to be quiet. "My God, the professor is right, it's murder! Someone's trying to kill Harry!"

"The principal also watches the game, so it shouldn't be a problem." Ron didn't believe it.

"Hey, the safety measures have been taken, don't worry, Harry. Do you have any ideas on how to deal with the giant dragon?" Lockhart was helpless, but for Harry's safety, he had to ask the fake Muslim in the original book. Di same problem.

"No." Harry replied.

"Use what you are good at!"

"However, I don't seem to be good at dealing with dragons."

"Quidditch, Harry," Hermione reminded him. "You're the youngest Seeker in history."

"But, do you want me to hit the dragon with the ball?" Harry wondered.

"The game can't let you kill a dragon, and I can't do it. You should just pass the dragon." Lockhart added.

"Well, yes, but..." Harry looked at Lockhart. "I'm not allowed to use a broom, I only have a wand—"

"Flying Curse, Harry." Hermione always thought of a solution immediately. For the first time, Lockhart felt that Hermione had saved him a lot of effort. "I won't teach you another day."

"That's it, uh...Hermione, you're so cute." Lockhart stared at the beer foam on Hermione's mouth, imagining it was some kind of male-specific bodily fluid.

"What?" Hermione flushed instantly, Ron laughed, and Harry winked and lip-mouthed desperately across from her.

"Oh," Hermione was so ashamed, she turned sideways quickly and wiped her mouth, "We should go back."