Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Next we had Defence Against the Dark Arts and the boys were not impressed when we found out who our new teacher was.
'Lockhart!' Ron nearly shouted when Neville told us.
'He's teaching us?' Mione asked excited, Neville nodded. 'That's great.'
'Dumbledore's gone mental, Lockheart can't teach us.' Ron said.
'I agree.' Harry nodded.
'Why do you guys hate him so much?' I asked as we walked to the classroom.
'He dragged Harry up in front of everyone when we went to get our books from Flourish and Blotts at the start of the year and made him pose in a picture.'
'If you ask me he is a brilliant wizard, I've read all his books and he's done extraordinary things.'
'I just want to meet him and get it over with.' I replied as we entered the classroom. Hermione took the last seat at the front while Harry, Ron and I took the only three seats available at the back of the classroom and waited for Lockhart to show up. Ten minutes later he appeared at the top of the steps which lead to his upstairs office.
'Let me introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, me.' He announced, I rolled my eyes. 'Gilderoy Lockhart.' He starting to walk down the stairs. 'Oder of Merlin, third class, honorary member of the Dark Force Defence League.' He paused to admire a painting of himself painting a picture of himself before coming across the floor towards us. 'And five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award.'
'Not to mention modest.' I whispered, Ron, Harry and I snickered.
'But I'm not here to talk about that, I didn't get rid of the band and banshee by smiling at them.' He joked. We all stayed stone faced except for the some of the other gooey-eyed girls (like a certain Hermione Granger). Then Lockhart swiftly took out his wand and continued talking. 'But be warned, it is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to Wizard kind.' He said and he tapped a cage next to him that had been covered by a purple cloak, which then shook from side to side. 'You may find yourself facing your worst fears in this very room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here, I on,y ask you not to scream, it might provoke them!' He shouted pulled the cloak off the cage to reveal:
'Cornish pixies?' Seamus asked laughingly as we observed the small cage full of blue creatures.
'Freshly caught cornish pixies.' Lockhart replied. Seamus and the majority of the class laughed. 'Laugh if you will Mr Finnigan, but cornish pixies can be very tricky little bliters. Let's see what you make of them.' He opened the cage and let the pixies free. The flew out and the class started screaming, Hermione even screamed and pushed all her stuff off the desk just to get away from them. I couldn't help but laugh, seeing the brightest witch of her age frightened of a bunch of pixies. I stood at the back of the classroom and watched laughing as everyone else ran around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to get away from them, but that was until I saw two of them lift Neville up by his ears and then drop him so that his robes got stuck on the old chandelier. Then I went to where Mione, Harry and Ron were at the front of the classroom and tried to help.
'Get off me!' Mione yelled as a pixie was pulling her hair.
'Hold still.' Harry instructed then he whacked the pixie with a book and sent it flying away from us. I looked to Lockhart who was trying to do some sort of spell.
'Pesky pixie pestersobe!' However it didn't work and a pixie flew off with his wand. Then he ran up the stairs to his office and tried to stop a pixie from stealing one of his smaller paintings before it got away, then he stared down at us. 'I'll just let you nip the rest of them back into their cage.' He said then he ducted inside his office and slammed the door shut as quickly as he could.
'What are we going to do?' I asked and we all started slapping the pixies with nearby books until Hermione pulled out her wand and stood up.
'Imobulus!' She shouted and the pixies stopped, well it was more like they'd gone into slow motion. Then I realised Neville was still hanging from the chandelier.
'Why is it always me?' He asked. I shrugged, him and Seamus really did seem to always get into some sort of problem.
We managed to get Neville down in one piece and get all the pixies back in their cage, but one thing is for sure Gilderoy Lockhart is an idiot.
