At dinner time, the students who had been in the air for an afternoon finally returned to the auditorium again.

Link also enjoyed dinner surrounded by Cedric and others.

Unlike the tense atmosphere in the imagination, Link's return did not arouse everyone's fierce reaction, except that from time to time there were people talking about him, everything was the same as usual.

This is normal. After all, the guys who have the courage and willingness to trouble Link have already been punished by Professor McGonagall.

Link didn't care about this either.

Now his mind is still on Emily and Lockhart.

Especially the latter.

Lockhart's final appearance was too weird.

It was so strange that Link had some bold conjectures.

"Garba!"

Crushing the roasted meat in his hand together with the crisp bones in it in one bite, Link's expression became firm.

Now, he doesn't mind making some extra moves.

As long as Arkham can save the basilisk and prove to Emily that he is not the heir, even if he is actually expelled from Hogwarts, it is acceptable.

But at this moment, Cedric, who was sitting next to Link, gave Link a slight push, then pointed to the crowd gathered in the hall and said:

"Is the parchment pasted on the notice board real? Lockhart is really going to have a practical open class tonight?"

"That's what he said during class today."

Link responded blankly.

Cedric couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ha! What is he going to do? Continue to show me a drama about fighting?"

Hearing that the Hufflepuffs sitting around laughed again and again, one of the tall boys said in agreement:

"That's actually pretty good, but this time has made me boring! Even Lockhart's boring drama can be a pleasure, can't you?"

As soon as he said this, the laughter around him became even louder.

However, Link shook his head insignificantly.

He knows very well that if his conjecture is true, then the public class tonight will be particularly exciting!

...

Two hours later, Lockhart finally appeared in the auditorium.

Unlike in class in the afternoon, he put on a tight-fitting suit with tight-fitting designs on his wrists and ankles. It was obviously more suitable for activities in classical outdoor wear. He also wore a triangle boat hat on his head.

I don't know why, looking at him, Link always has a sense of seeing Robin Hood in the paintings of the 1960s and 1970s.

Especially his whole body is light green from hat to pants...

But Lockhart feels very good about himself. As soon as he appeared, he involuntarily posed ose, and at the same time signed autographs for fans who have followed him until now.

Of course, this name was not signed in vain.

In the midst of the tumult, the fans who got the autographs were soon under the command of Lockhart to start the construction of the public classroom.

The specific approach is also very simple.

Just remove all the long tables from the four colleges, select one of them and place it in the center of the auditorium, and finally put a thick dark purple carpet on it and it's over.

It's a pity that it's simple to say, but when choosing a long table for the stage, it got stuck.

Because no one wants to be trampled on the table they use to eat every day.

In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who arrived and turned out a brand new long table to help Lockhart settle the venue.

"Classmates, then now I announce that today's open class has officially started!"

At the half-person high table, Lockhart raised his hand and shouted, like the host of a circus announcing the beginning of the performance.

The ‘audience’ in the audience was also very excited, applauding and cheering again and again.

It's as if there will be a burlesque performance later.

In fact, with the exception of Link and other students who just took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, most people really think so.

They think the same as Cedric and others, only when this public class is a fun in their boring life under house arrest.

As for things like ‘what Lockhart can really teach them’, they never reported any hope.

Lockhart obviously wanted to make the students' attitudes serious.

So after the opening, he began to briefly describe the theoretical knowledge that he had said in the afternoon class.

It's a pity that the people whose interest had been hung up didn't want to listen to him, and they all protested loudly.

For a while, the auditorium became noisy and chaotic again.

At this time, Snape, Professor Flitwick and others were sitting quietly in their seats and watching the show, without the slightest idea of ​​going up to help, even Professor McGonagall, who usually dislikes students messing up the most. also the same.

After all, the students need to vent, and she just doesn’t like Lockhart...

Amidst hiss, Lockhart put the tip of his wand against his throat, and said loudly after releasing the amplification spell:

"Okay, please quiet down, let us enter the formal demonstration stage. But before we start, I need two classmates to be the opponents of the actual demonstration. How about? Does anyone want to try it?"

As soon as this remark came out, the students who were still noisy in the audience suddenly became quiet.

Everyone has been scared by Lockhart's previous "drama performance teaching" ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ no one wants to go up and suffer.

This embarrassed Lockhart.

He scratched his head, his eyes lit up as if he was thinking of something interesting, and he pointed in the direction of Slytherin College and shouted:

"Just you, classmate Malfoy! Please come up!"

Everyone's eyes immediately shifted to Draco in the direction Lockhart pointed out. Then, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd!

"Oh! Malfoy! Go up!"

"I heard no Malfoy! Are you a coward?"

"I bet a Jin Jialong coward Malfoy will not dare to play!"

"I bet on 10 silver Sicos!"

"I bet too!"

...

Amid the noise, Malfoy's expression instantly changed from calm to surprised, and from surprised to gloomy. The speed of change was almost as fast as the face change in Sichuan Opera.

He heard it.

Among the crowd, Gryffindor's voice was the loudest. This was Chi Guoguo's revenge!

It's just that everyone else has said so, does he still have room to refuse?

Gritting his teeth, Draco slowly climbed onto the long table.

Upon seeing this, there was another burst of laughter and whistle.

"Don't be nervous, boy, they are all jealous of you! As the heir to the Malfoy family, you have to get used to being noticed."

Lockhart patted Draco on the shoulder comfortingly.

Hearing that Draco nodded, his face became slightly better.

After all, although the reason Lockhart gave was not reliable, it was still quite effective for self-comfort.

Only soon Draco's expression collapsed again.

Because Lockhart had just finished comforting him with his front feet, he shouted again on his back feet:

"Then I will invite another opponent! Link Foley!!~"