Chapter 187: Fish Class (Edited)

With several people entering the classroom with Lockhart, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class officially began.

After entering the classroom, Fish did not turn into a cat and sleep in the desk drawer as usual, but sat obediently in his seat, waiting to see what stories Lockhart would tell.

As for his favorite "Lockhart Tales..."

Except in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, Fish never brought a textbook.

"Ahem!"

Lockhart, standing at the front of the classroom, cleared his throat loudly to divert everyone's attention, then picked up the copy of "Travels with Trolls" lying on Neville's desk and smiled exactly like the picture of himself on the cover.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Degree of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the Wizard's Weekly Award for the most charming smile.... But I won't talk about it, I didn't get rid of the banshee that presaged death with a smile!"

He repeated the usual list of accolades he had won and made a joke that wasn't very funny.

This was greeted by a scattering of laughter from below, all of it contemptuous.

"But, Professor Gilderoy..."(●ΦωΦ●).

The honest kitten raised his hand and said, without realizing it, "Fish has heard this phrase several times nya."

Lockhart's expression faltered, followed by laughter from the classroom and even an exaggerated thump on the table from Ron.

But this level of embarrassment was no match for Lockhart, who quickly smiled and explained, "Oh, of course, I've been talking too much lately, because I think it's important that, as your teacher, it's necessary for you to understand all aspects of me carefully."

Ron pursed his lips in disdain, not believing his statement at all, and not a few people had the same opinion as he did.

In contrast, plain Fish readily believed Lockhart's statement, nodding and frowning in approval, "Fish sometimes has to talk to Minerva many times before she buys me a new toy nya" ?ω?

With Fish's interruption removed, Lockhart continued the conversation.

"Just in time, I've prepared a little test today. Don't be afraid, it's just to see how much you know about me and how much you've read my books..."

He pulled out a stack of papers and handed them out, then returned to the podium, "You have thirty minutes. Now...begin."

Fish looked bitterly at the paper in his hands, he didn't really want to take the test, but he wanted to hear the story Lockhart was telling, so he was conflicted for a while.

The rest of the students, although they were not happy with Lockhart, he was still a teacher, so they took their pens and answered the questions.

Seeing that everyone else was writing, Fish decided it wasn't a good idea to just sit there, so he asked Parvati to lend him a pen and started writing on his paper as well.

1. What was Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

Fish looked at Lockhart on the podium: a turquoise robe and a turquoise hat with a gold rim, and the answer was obvious.

2. What was Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

I don't know.

The kitten wrote the answer honestly.

3. What do you think is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

He has written many interesting stories.

...

Since the paper was full of simple questions, Fish was able to answer them quickly, especially since he didn't know most of them.

Soon, Fish came to the last question.

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What is his ideal birthday present?

I don't know, good food!

Once the last question was finished, Fish handed the quill back to Parvati and held the paper up, "Professor Gilderoy, Fish is done nya!" (●ΦωΦ●)

At this point, less than five minutes had passed.

"Really? Let me see!"

Lockhart approached Fish with a beaming expression and picked up his paper.

He then looked at the childish "I don't know" written all over the paper and fell silent.

"Haha..." Lockhart, who was planning to comment while reading the paper, laughed dryly and put the paper on the podium, "Looks like you didn't read my books very seriously, Fish, all the answers are written in the book."

"Nya?" ?ω?

Fish cocked his head, puzzled, "But Fish never read it nya."

"Read it?" Lockhart sensed something unusual in Fish's words.

"Yes nya. Fish doesn't like to read, his books are read to him by Minerva as bedtime stories nya."

"Sleep...bedtime stories..."

Lockhart twisted the corners of his mouth, still finding a way to praise himself, "Looks like Professor McGonagall approves of my work."

Probably worried that something else would come out of Fish's mouth that would make him uncomfortable, Lockhart quickly ended the conversation, "Okay, let's not disturb the other students with your questions, please be quiet."

Fish cooperated by keeping his mouth shut, then pulled a golden Snitch out of his magic bag and began playing with it.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the papers away, flipped through them and commented.

But it was clear that no one was very interested in the correct answers, and Seamus and Dean were even shaking with laughter in silence.

"The only person who got a perfect score was Miss Hermione Granger! Good girl! Where's Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised her hand shakily, the stunned looks around her made her die of embarrassment, but how could she know that Gilderoy Lockhart was such a person before the term started, and she hadn't memorized them, she had only seen them in passing, what could she do?

"Ten points for Gryffindor!" Lockhart seemed very happy.

But it was the first time Hermione wasn't happy when the professor awarded points.

"Now, let's get down to business..."

After praising Hermione, Lockhart pulled out from behind the lectern a large, cloth-covered cage.

"Now, watch out! My task is to teach you how to defend yourselves against the most evil thing known to the magical world!"

It must be said that Lockhart had a knack for raising spirits, and his words silenced the crowd, who stared at the large, draped cage.

"You will face the most horrible things in this class. But remember, as long as I am here, nothing will happen to you. All I ask is that you remain calm."

Lohart continued to speak alarmingly, and Neville, in the front row, even shrank under the influence of his words.

Seeing that the mood was almost set, Lockhart violently lifted the cape from the cage.

"Cornish pixie freshly captured!"

"Pfft..."

Seamus couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Pixies weren't weird magical creatures, although they were partially magical to the XXX level, they weren't dangerous at all, they just liked to play pranks and didn't hurt people.

Seeing that most of the students shared Seamus's same contempt for the goblins in the cage, Lockhart was a little embarrassed.

"Don't underestimate them!" he wagged his finger in annoyance, "They can be as cunning as the devil too!"

And yet Seamus was still laughing, and laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.

"All right," Lockhart shouted as he opened the cage, "Let's see what they can do with them!"

Immediately, the electric blue pixies flew out of the cage.

As soon as they came out, Lockhart expected them to start making mischief and then he would defend the students as they gave him adoring looks and their applause.

But things didn't go as he expected, as the pixies flew out and landed around Fish shouting at him.

"Hello nya." (●ΦωΦ●)

Fish greeted them cordially and then listened attentively for a moment.

Immediately after, Fish pulled out his magic bag and took out a large amount of food from it, handing it to the Goblins.

"Professor Gilderoy, you're starving them to death." ?ω?

As he handed out the food, Fish wrinkled his nose and said to Lockhart, "They say you haven't fed them since you bought them, and they haven't eaten in days... You're not doing the right thing nya."

What Fish said obviously didn't match what Lockhart had said earlier about "catching them," but everyone believed Fish.

And it was true, Lockhart had decided on the content of the first lesson from the beginning, but he knew his own level and was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle the Goblins, so he had deliberately starved them for a few days to try and weaken them.

"Oh... yeah, that's... I mean, maybe I forgot..."

Lockhart obviously hadn't expected this to happen, and the fact that Fish seemed to be able to communicate with the Goblins caused some confusion in his mind for a while.

However, he quickly regained his composure, "Obviously, this isn't the normal situation," Lockhart's voice rose again, "But it's also a good opportunity!".

Lockhart actually agreed with Professor Sprout at this point, he said to the other students with a big smile on his face, "This is a rare opportunity to get close to these little villains!"

As he said this, he groped one of the Goblins, but the Goblin turned its head and took a bite out of Lockhart's palm, its sharp teeth ripped his skin in an instant and blood spurted from the wound.

"I'm hurt!" Lockhart screamed like a child, covering his bleeding palm and running to the door with a pale face, "Someone! I'm hurt! Doctor! Doctor! Where's the doctor?!"

Because Lockhart was running so fast, Fish didn't even have time to give him a shot of [Rejuvenation].

"Nya?"

Fish, who half-heartedly raised his hand, put his hand to his head and scratched his hair, a little confused by Lockhart's behavior.

However, he was too lazy to think about it if he couldn't figure it out, and Fish turned his attention back to the group of Goblins and invited other students to come and feed them together.

So the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester turned into a class on Fish's Protection of Magical Creatures.