pertwk Chapter 159 Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
Chapter 159 Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
When we finished Professor McGonagall's class and came to the Great Hall, we heard the three little ones sitting there chatting with Percy, Oliver, and Cedric.
It turns out that Harry and Ron were complaining about Gilderoy Lockhart's teaching style as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Hermione was still trying her best to defend him, which made Ron roll his eyes.
“Come on, we’d like to know more about that Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.” Fred was such a gossip.
After Ron's detailed description, the three of us finally understood just how exciting Harry and his friends' Defense Against the Dark Arts class was.
“I’m really looking forward to it; we have his class this afternoon too.” How could Fred, who loves excitement, not enjoy such a class?
“Yes, yes, it’s much more interesting than the classes taught by our dean.” George also liked this kind of course.
"George, you'd better not let Professor McGonagall hear you say that, or I won't be able to save you." Women are the most vengeful people in the world; offending a woman is a sure way to get yourself killed.
Suddenly George felt a chill run down his spine; it turned out that Professor McGonagall on the podium had glanced at him.
He immediately turned his head away, not daring to look at his professor.
"Haha, George, you're finished." Fred was still gloating.
“Fred, don’t be too happy yet. If Professor McGonagall mistakes you for someone else, you’ll be finished too,” Oliver said.
"Wow~ They really know how to play dirty." Fred couldn't imagine what that scene would look like.
George, who had initially felt a chill, suddenly felt warm again.
After hearing about the three little ones' situation, we decided not to sit too far forward in the afternoon; the three of us sat in the very back row.
"Wait a minute, you two, don't stray too far from me." I put the books into my portable backpack; I didn't want them to get damaged.
"First, you'll need to fill out a questionnaire." Gilderoy Lockhart's flamboyant entrance, with his gleaming teeth, reminded me of Leonardo DiCaprio and Kay Leigh.
"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, if I get all the answers right on this test, could you excuse me from this homework?" I don't want to talk to Gilderoy Lockhart again later; he's too greasy.
"You are..." Professor Gilderoy Lockhart couldn't even recognize all our names.
“Professor, my name is Ayers Hall,” I replied, standing up.
"Okay, Mr. Ayers Hall, if you answer this test correctly, I can allow you to never have to do homework for this subject again, and the same goes for the other students." This show-off finally said something I love to hear.
And then I actually gave him a perfect score on the exam.
Whether others were surprised or not, Fred and George saw me give a perfect score on the first test they ever saw. I had only quickly glanced at Gilderoy Lockhart's book before class and then I wrote a perfect answer.
“Very good, Mr. Ayers Hall got a perfect score on the test. From now on, I won’t need him to do any more homework for this subject.” Gilderoy Lockhart, who cared about his reputation, kept his word. Besides, since there was only one student who didn’t need to do homework, he was happy to have some free time and not have to grade another assignment.
“Thank you, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart.” I stood up and gave a slight gentlemanly bow.
“Now let’s begin our practical lesson.” Gilderoy Lockhart finally saw the red cloth covering the swaying cage open, revealing the Cornish elves.
They are electric blue all over, 8 inches tall, and very mischievous, enjoying all sorts of pranks. These little sprites can fly, and they'll grab careless humans by the ears and toss them to the tops of trees or rooftops.
Gilderoy Lockhart opened the cage, and a flock of Cornish elves took flight.
Hermione cleaned up the mess during the second-year class, and now Gilderoy Lockhart has released the Cornish elves again and then run away.
"Can you two handle this?" I don't want to keep protecting my target without giving them any training. If we keep protecting them, they won't be able to protect themselves when danger comes.
"Let me try it. Ayers, you'll cover for us." Fred rubbed his hands excitedly, holding his wand.
“I’ll give it a try.” Since Fred had said that, his twin brother also wanted to give it a try.
I sat there with my legs crossed, while Fred and George stood beside me, each casting a freezing spell to knock down the Cornish elves.
A few people who thought they were very clever tried to fly over my frozen companions and get to me.
Before I could even raise my wand, Fred and George had already dealt with the remaining fugitives.
Finally, the other students followed suit and cleaned up the remaining Cornish elves.
With the command "Clear Water Like a Spring," I summoned the spring water, which swept up all the Cornish elves. The water carried them all into the cage that had previously held them, and the water disappeared instantly, leaving only a vine-like thing binding the cage.
The young wizards who were taking classes with me here had never seen such magical summoning or such absolute control of magical power. It was also the first time they had ever seen me use such a large-scale spell.
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. I stood up, straightened my school uniform, and was the first to step out of the classroom.
The twins followed behind me with big smiles, joining me in this farcical lesson.
“Ayers, you looked so cool just now,” Fred said with a smile, hooking his arm around my shoulder.
“Yeah, Ayers, that magic was amazing!” George chimed in, truly balancing things out.
"You all did a great job just now." I walked towards the hall with one of them on each side. I was just helping them walk so they wouldn't fall; I didn't grope them at all.
When the three of us arrived at the hall, we became the center of attention once again.
Who walks like that, like three sandwiched cookies?
I don't care, and Geminis are even less concerned. As long as we don't feel awkward, it's others who will feel awkward.
"Can't you two walk normally? Hanging on Ayers like this every day, isn't it too heavy?" Percy was speechless at his two twin brothers. It was fine when they were small, but now that they're getting bigger, hanging on Ayers like this is too much of a burden.
"It's okay, Percy. This is actually good exercise for me. Two human-shaped sacks every day, I get a workout every day." I've gotten used to the weight of these two kids. They really are giving me a workout every day. I feel my arm strength is increasing little by little every day.
"Really? Ayers, George and I are always clinging to you, and you've actually started exercising." Fred stood up straight this time, his eyes scanning me back and forth.
“Fred and I can still play this role.” George also stood up and looked me up and down, just like Fred.
"Looking at you this closely, Ayers, you've grown a bit too fast." Fred only just realized that Ayers was now about 168 cm tall and only 14 years old.
"I even think I'm growing slowly, okay?" Every day there are so many temptations I can only look at but not eat, and I can only satisfy my cravings by kissing them a little.
"Guys, we might have to train tomorrow." At that moment, Oliver quickly walked out from behind us.
Then tell the twins and Harry some very bad news.
"Oliver, have you started Quidditch training so soon?" Cedric asked, sitting and eating.
“Yes, I want to win the Quidditch Cup this year.” Last year’s Quidditch Cup was won by another house, and Oliver spent the summer thinking about strategies to win one during his school year.
"No, training is starting so soon? That's terrible." George was so weak from hearing that training was coming so soon that he leaned against me.
"If we start training early, and combine that with the Nimbus 2000 that Ayers gave us, and quickly integrate it with the strategy I came up with, then we can win the Golden Cup." Oliver was already completely absorbed in the fantasy of lifting the Golden Cup.
"Ayers, I'm so tired, I want you to feed me." Fred lost his appetite upon hearing this and started whining, wanting me to feed him.
"Come on, eat your fill so you can get up early for training tomorrow." I picked up a spoon, filled it to the brim with egg and rice, and stuffed it into Fred's mouth.
"Delicious." Fred chewed and ate with great relish.
"Ayers, I want some too." George saw Fred eating so heartily and wanted some as well.
"Percy, did Ayers feed them like this before?" Ron asked, watching his two older brothers enjoying their meal.
“Sometimes it happens. Ayers really spoils Fred and George.” Percy was used to this from the three of us in the same grade. Ayers was especially good to the twins when he was a freshman.
At first, I treated them like younger brothers, but after they became a couple, I spoiled them even more. Isn't that what it means to pamper your partner?
When we all finished eating, it was time to go back to the dorm to do our homework, except for me, of course. In order to avoid doing homework, I visited the professors of each subject and quickly finished the exams to avoid all homework.
"Ayers~ Ayers~ I successfully passed the Quidditch selection and joined the Quidditch team." I was greeted with Draco's joy as soon as I stepped into my dorm room.
"Congratulations, Draco," she said with a smile.
“Yes, yes, I’ve already written to my dad to tell him this amazing news. He said he’s going to buy the latest Nimbus 2001 for our school team so we can win,” Draco said, pulling me along as he continued talking.
"Draco, that's great!" I praised him with a smile.
"By the way, our captain said he's already gotten special permission from the dean to train the new team members tomorrow. I'll be training tomorrow. Will Ayers come to watch my training?" Draco asked, his face full of anticipation.
"Okay." Tomorrow is Draco's first Quidditch training session, so let's go check it out.
And if I remember correctly, Draco is supposed to have a conflict with the three little ones tomorrow.
"Then it's settled." Draco was glad I agreed to watch his training instead of the Gryffindors' training.
Then, dramatically, I found myself walking behind the Slytherin team, watching Oliver and the Slytherin team captain talking across from me.
“Gryffindor has the whole place to themselves today,” Oliver, who was walking at the front, said.
"So what? Wood, I have a special order." The Slytherin captain handed a special order to Oliver.
Ron and Hermione, who were reading nearby, noticed something amiss between the two groups and came over to see what was going on.
Oliver saw that the order was written by Severus, instructing the Slytherin team to train a new Seeker.
"Who is the new Seeker?" Oliver asked curiously.
Malfoy, who was originally standing in the middle of the group, stepped forward.
"Malfoy?" Harry looked at Malfoy in surprise as he walked out.
“That’s right, your broom is outdated.” Malfoy came out carrying a brand new Nimbus 2001.
"Where did you get these halos?" asked Ron, who was standing to the side.
“It was a gift from Draco’s father,” Captain Slytherin said.
“Weasley, unlike some people, my dad can handle even the best equipment.” Draco’s words, which were perfectly normal before, suddenly became unpleasant to hear, so I immediately went between them.
"Malfoy~" I was prepared to stop their conversation.
"The Gryffindor team members aren't selected by paying money; they're chosen based on their true abilities." I didn't expect Hermione to be so quick to speak; she said it before I could even stop her.
Just as Draco was about to say something really nasty in his anger, I stood directly in front of him, facing Hermione and Ron.
“Hermione, no Quidditch team in any house can get in through back channels. Every Quidditch player gets in based on their own strength and skill. So don’t you think what you just said to Draco was really hurtful?” I didn’t scold Hermione; I just told her the truth.
“Draco, your father only helps you with everything you need because he loves you. If Ron needed something, Mr. Weasley would sell everything he owns to satisfy him, wouldn't you say?” I turned to Draco and said.
Hermione and Draco were rendered speechless by my retort. Now, neither the Slytherin nor the Gryffindor members dared to utter a sound. Ayers, who was smiling and spouting profound truths, was truly terrifying; his aura could suppress everyone present.
“Apologize to each other. If you say or do something wrong, you have to take responsibility. From now on, think before you speak.” I stepped aside so that Draco could face Ron and Hermione.
"I'm sorry, Draco, I shouldn't have said that to you. I'm very sorry." Hermione is a very straightforward girl. After I lectured her, she quickly accepted her mistake and apologized to Draco directly.
"Draco, a lady has already apologized to you. As a gentleman, how should you behave?" You could see Draco's arrogance; he just didn't want to admit his mistake. I had to provoke him a little more.
"I accept your apology. I was wrong too, Weasley. I'm sorry." Draco realized he was in the wrong after being told off by Ayers.
"Since you've both apologized, let's just let this matter rest." I stroked one of their heads with each hand.
Only when the two Quidditch teams felt the aura dissipate did they begin to discuss how to allocate the right to use the Quidditch pitch.