Chapter 146: Identification Completed, This is a Waste
The students in the classroom all looked at the Cornish Pixies in the cage with surprise, some trying to hold back laughter, some with disdain, and some looking at Professor Lockhart, hoping he could give them a perfect explanation.
"That's right, freshly caught Cornish Pixies." Professor Lockhart gave Aaron a meaningful look, "Sly Pixies are very troublesome."
"But Professor, they're not very dangerous, are they?" Seamus Finnigan scoffed.
"Laugh all you want, Mr. Finnigan." Professor Lockhart said, turning around and suddenly opening the cage.
The Cornish Pixies shot out of the cage like crazy, flying everywhere in the classroom like locusts, wreaking havoc.
Desks were mercilessly overturned, murals on the walls and Professor Lockhart's photos were torn to shreds, books were scattered everywhere, ink spilled all over the floor, and several even smashed through the glass and flew out the window.
Students, in a hurry, picked up anything they could grab and fought with these Pixies, and amidst the squealing, the scene descended into chaos.
"Herd them together, they're just little Goblins." Professor Lockhart shouted loudly, but it was no use.
The blue Pixies continued to run wild in the classroom; Neville was unlucky, hung from the chandelier by two Pixies, and Hermione also had her hair pulled by a Pixie.
Harry timely picked up a book and swatted the Pixie away, saving her.
At this moment, the open door pointed the most correct direction for every student, and the students, as if grasping a ray of light in the darkness, fled the classroom one after another.
Two minutes later, only Professor Lockhart remained in the classroom, along with Harry and his two friends hiding under the podium, Neville hanging from the chandelier, and Aaron, holding Abey, standing by the window enjoying this interesting scene.
Professor Lockhart nervously drew his wand, his right hand making a rather non-standard gesture, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi."
Then, nothing happened; the spell had no effect whatsoever.
A Pixie swiftly snatched the wand from his hand and flew to the center of the ceiling, where a dinosaur skeleton model was suspended by several chains.
With a light tap of the wand, a spark flashed and disappeared, the chains instantly broke, and the huge model plummeted towards the ground.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Aaron timely cast the Levitation Charm to prevent it from falling, "Other things are easy to clean up, but this is a big item, so it's better not to damage it casually."
Several Pixies noticed Aaron and quickly flew towards him.
However, as soon as they flew in front of Aaron, Abey roared and swatted them all away, one by one.
"Calm down," Aaron said helplessly, "In front of outsiders, you're just a pet, not a battle pet."
Professor Lockhart, who had run to the door at some point, forced a smile and said in the fastest speech of his life, "I assign you few to catch the remaining Pixies back into the cage."
After Professor Lockhart finished speaking, he fled the classroom, closing the door behind him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! I've never seen such an irresponsible teacher in my life." Aaron said with a sneer, "Verdict: he's a good-for-nothing."
"Maybe he just wanted to give us some practical experience," Hermione weakly retorted.
"Practical experience?" Harry shooed away a Pixie that flew in front of him, "What kind of practical experience is this? The Professor ran off, and only a few of us are left in the classroom."
"Exactly." Aaron said, deeply agreeing, "Hermione, you should recognize the reality by now!
Look at this classroom; actions speak louder than words. Professor Lockhart doesn't have any real skill.
My question hit the nail on the head; he's not qualified to be our Professor."
"But you've also read his books and know the things he's done."
Aaron couldn't help but laugh, even coughing for a few seconds before catching his breath.
"If one's ability can truly be judged by books, then I think I need to contact a group of professional writers to publish a more perfect autobiography within half a year." Aaronstroked his chin and said seriously, "I've even thought of the name: 'The Rise of the magic God.' What do you all think?"
Hearing this, the three looked at each other.
Harry and Ron both thought the idea was very creative, but Hermione understood something, her face slightly flushed, and she awkwardly lowered her head.
"Um, can you please put me down first?" Neville pointed to his Wizard robe, which was hanging from the chandelier and struggling under the weight, "I experienced this feeling once last year, and I don't want to experience it again."
"Indeed." Aaron also found it somewhat unbelievable, "It seems like you're always the unlucky one.
Neville, your Longbottom family hasn't been cursed by something terrible, have they?"
"This… I don't think so!" Neville said thoughtfully, but his tone was somewhat uncertain.
As soon as he finished speaking, a Cornish Pixie flew onto his shoulder, grabbing his arm and shaking it continuously.
Bang!
Aaron immediately cast a Sleeping Charm, and the Pixie instantly closed its eyes, lying on Neville's shoulder.
"I don't think you should be so certain."
"I know, I'll ask my grandmother when I get back," Nevillesaid, on the verge of tears, "Now, please put me down."
Aaron shrugged, and with a slight flick of his wand.
Neville floated upwards, and after his Wizard robe detached from the chandelier, he slowly descended to the ground.
"Thank you, you helped me again." Neville sincerely thanked Aaron.
"You're welcome."
"What do we do?" Harry asked with a sigh, "Professor Lockhart left these Pixies to us before he left, and catching them one by one will be very time-consuming."
"That's because you're too weak.
Professor Lockhart said one thing that was very true: these are just ordinary Goblins." Aaron shook his head, abruptly raised his wand over his shoulder, "Petrificus Totalus."
A dazzling white light surged from the tip of the wand, quickly illuminating the entire classroom.
All the Pixies were frozen in place, motionless like logs.
"Done!"
"If you could deal with these Pixies, then why…" Ron trailed off, and the other three also looked at him in confusion.
"Why didn't I act earlier?" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "Firstly, no school rule or law dictates that I must resolve problems created by others."
"But…"
"Let me finish first, Hermione.
Secondly, our Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professorwas still in the classroom!
Since the Professor didn't act, it means things hadn't spiraled out of control, right?
It's just that I didn't expect him to run so fast and timely dump the mess on us." Aaron said, walking to a desk and pulling out a light golden wand from underneath it, "I'll take this for now; I'll find an opportunity to return it to our Professor Lockhart.
As for the rest, I'll leave it to you."
After Aaron finished speaking, he left the classroom.
Hermione said thoughtfully, "Could it be that Professor Lockhart's wand was snatched, which is why he couldn't solve the problem?"
"Possibly!" Neville nodded, but seeing Harry and Ron roll their eyes, he immediately added, "But the possibility isn't great."
After dinner in the Great Hall that evening, Aaron put Abeyin the dormitory and went to Professor Lockhart's office alone.
After a knock sounded, Professor Lockhart opened the office door.
But upon seeing Aaron standing outside the door, a flicker of apprehension and guilt flashed in his eyes.
No Professor likes a student who questions him, let alone when the student's questioning is correct. He had bluffed his way for so long, he almost got caught today.
"Mr. Gaius, is there something you need me for?" Professor Lockhart displayed his signature smile, "Let me guess, you're a Slytherin. If you want to ask me about magic, then I really can't agree.
Because Dumbledore would be unhappy, after all, the magicI know is too powerful, and if it causes any damage, you wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility."
"Indeed, to thrive in the Wizarding World with such a half-baked skill, this guy still has some level; at least his ability to lie through his teeth is first-class." Aaron thought to himself, then raised an eyebrow, "Professor, I think you've misunderstood; I'm not here to ask you questions."
"You're not? That's really too…" Professor Lockhart stopped mid-sentence, quickly reining in the smile at the corner of his mouth, "Too bad, I thought you were the type of person who pursues power!"
"Professor, you're joking. May I come in and sit down?"
"Of course, please come in." Professor Lockhart said with a smile.
Inside the office were countless picture frames, each containing a photo of Professor Lockhart, many of which had his autograph.
On the desk were thick envelopes and dozens of burning candles.
"Professor, it looks like you're very busy!"
"Yes, I'm busy replying to my admirers." Professor Lockhartsaid, then looked at Aaron, "So, Aaron, what are you here for?"
"This." Aaron took out Professor Lockhart's wand, "You left it in the classroom. I specifically returned it to you."
"Oh! Thank you, young Wizard." Professor Lockhartexcitedly took his wand, "I knew I forgot something today!"
"Professor, besides returning the wand, I have one more thing I'd like to trouble you with."
Professor Lockhart immediately became wary, and the hand holding his wand trembled slightly; he knew things wouldn't be that simple.