𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🪄) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ there's no glory in taking the
easy path, only mediocrity. i'll take the thorns if it means i bloom brighter. ❞
RE-WRITTEN
harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 015. pixies ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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The students were seated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, decorated with numerous portraits of its owner: Gilderoy Lockhart. The door to the office opened, and Lockhart walked out with a flourish, his signature smile firmly in place.
"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher: me, Gilderoy Lockhart. Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award -- But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
Hermione and the other girls leaned forward eagerly, hanging on his every word, while Harry, Kimberly, and Ron eyed the large, covered cage rattling mysteriously on his desk with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books. Well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about. Just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in." He continued, his eyes twinkling as he glanced around the room.
Lockhart began to circulate papers, his ever-present smile plastered on his face. As Kimberly examined the questions, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Look at these questions. They're all about him," Ron whispered to Harry, catching Kimberly's attention. She leaned over to see what they were talking about.
The first question read: "What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?" Another asked: "What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?" Kimberly rolled her eyes as she read further down the list.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. "How is this supposed to teach us anything about defending ourselves?" Harry nodded in agreement. "It's all just a big vanity project for him."
Ron shook his head, looking equally exasperated. "I can't believe Hermione was so excited about this class."
Kimberly glanced at Hermione, who was diligently filling out the quiz, seemingly unfazed by the absurdity of the questions. "Well, she still is," Kimberly said, with a hint of frustration.
Lockhart clapped his hands, bringing the class's attention back to him. "You have thirty minutes. Start -- now!"
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Lockhart rifled through the completed exams. "Tut, tut. Hardly any of you remembered my favorite color is lilac. Mr. Potter, brown is a horrendous color, hence it is not my favorite color. But Miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair care potions. Good girl."
