The Chamber of Secrets - Hermione x Male Reader(with Skyrim cross-over ish)

Wandless Magic?

3rd Person POV

Since the disastrous episode of the pixies, Professor Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class. Instead, he read passages from his books to them, and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. (Y/n) noticed that he usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions. So far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.

Harry was hauled to the front of the class during their very next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting a werewolf. (Y/n) knew if Harry hadn't had a very good reason for keeping Lockhart in a good mood, he would have refused to do it. "Nice loud howl, Harry... Exactly! And then, if you'll believe it, I pounced! Like this — Lockhart slammed him to the floor — thus with one hand, I managed to hold him down, with my other, I put my wand to his throat. I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm, (Y/n) noted that Harry let out a rather piteous moan — go on, Harry... Higher than that, good! The fur vanished, the fangs shrank, and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks." The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet. "Homework, compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"

The class began to leave. Harry returned to the back of the room, where Ron, (Y/n) and Hermione were waiting. "Ready?" (Y/n) muttered. "Wait till everyone's gone," said Hermione nervously. "All right..." She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Harry and Ron right behind her. "Er — Professor Lockhart?" Hermione stammered. "I wanted to — to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading." She held out the piece of paper, (Y/n) noticed her hand was shaking slightly. "But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it..." Lockhart gave a big sigh and gave a disappointed look towards Hermione. "I'm afraid that no matter how much I want to allow yourselves and my dear students to learn of my valiant tales and adventures, the Headmaster has instructed me that I'm only allowed to give access to the restricted access to Year 7 students." Hermione looked defeated, tearful at Lockhart's answer as he leaned back in his chair, giving Hermione a sort of pity look. (Y/n) clenched his fist, he wasn't going to let Lockhart stop them from finding the heir. He quickly made his way towards Lockhart's desk as he noticed the Professor stumble in his chair as he almost fell out of it.  

"You know Professor, I'm truly disappointed." (Y/n) said looking a little confident to a rather somewhat nervous Lockhart. "Surely someone of your wisdom and intellect would understand that it's essential that the younger generation are taught as much as we can. I recall my father commenting how important education is, it seems to be the general consensus of the elite within the Ministry. In fact, Hermione and I have come to you to learn more of your brave adventures and learn how you defeat countless monsters. I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms." "Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" said Lockhart, taking the note from Hermione and smiling with new found confidence and sparkling eyes hoping his name would be spread among the wizarding elite. "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?" "Oh, yes," said Hermione eagerly. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea strainer..."

"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help," said Lockhart warmly, and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill. "Yes, nice, isn't it?" he said, misreading the revolted look on (Y/n)'s face. "I usually save it for book signings." He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Hermione. "So, Harry," said Lockhart, while Hermione folded the note with fumbling fingers and slipped it into her bag, her cheeks red due to Lockhart's praise. "Tomorrow's the first Quidditch match of the season, I believe? Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not? I hear you're a useful player. I was a Seeker, too. I was asked to try for the National Squad, but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces. Still, if ever you feel the need for a little private training, don't hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players..." Harry made an indistinct noise in his throat and then hurried off after (Y/n), Ron and Hermione.