Harry Potter: Transmigrated Detective Link

At dinnertime, after being let out for the entire afternoon, the students finally once again returned to the Great Hall.

Link also began enjoying his dinner, surrounded by Cedric and the others.

Unlike the imagined tense atmosphere, Link's return did not cause an intense reaction from everyone.

Aside from some occasional gossip directed at him, everything was just like normal.

This was very normal, after all, the ones bold enough and willing to cause trouble for Link had already been punished by Professor McGonagall.

Link didn't care about this either. Right now, his thoughts were still focused on Emily and Lockhart.

Especially the latter.

Lockhart's final behavior was just too strange. So strange that Link had come up with some bold speculations.

Crunch!

Biting down the roasted meat in his hand along with the crispy bone inside, Link's expression also became determined.

If things truly reached that point, he wouldn't mind doing something outrageous again.

As long as he could save the Basilisk Arkam and prove to Emily that he wasn't the Heir, even if he really ended up being expelled from Hogwarts, that was acceptable.

And just at this moment, Cedric, who was sitting beside Link, lightly pushed him and then pointed toward the crowd gathered in the entrance hall and said,

"That piece of parchment posted on the bulletin board, is it real? Is Lockhart really going to hold a practical open class tonight?"

"He said that during class today," Link replied expressionlessly.

Cedric couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Ha! What's he going to do? Perform another one of his dramatic plays about combat for me?"

At those words, the surrounding Hufflepuffs burst into loud laughter, and one tall boy even chimed in, "That actually wouldn't be bad, I've been bored to death during this time! Even Lockhart's dull drama could be something fun to watch, couldn't it?"

As soon as he said this, the laughter around them grew louder.

But Link gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. He knew very well, if his guess was right,

then tonight's open class would definitely be intense.

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Two hours later, Lockhart finally appeared in the Great Hall.

Unlike in the afternoon class, he had now changed into a tightly fitted outfit, with cinched designs at the wrists and ankles, clearly more suitable for movement, a classical outdoor outfit, and he even wore a tricorne hat on his head.

For some reason, looking at him, Link kept getting déjà vu of Robin Hood from illustrations in books from the 60s or 70s.

Especially since everything from Lockhart's hat to his trousers was light green…

But Lockhart was feeling great about himself. As soon as he appeared, he began striking poses instinctively,

while also signing autographs for those fans who were still following him.

Of course, those autographs weren't given for free.

Amid the noise and excitement, those fans who got the autographs were quickly commanded by Lockhart to begin setting up the open class venue.

The setup method was quite simple. They just needed to move away all four House long tables, then pick one among them to place in the center of the Great Hall, and finally lay a thick, deep purple carpet on top, and it was done.

Unfortunately, while it sounded simple, the trouble came when selecting which House table to use as the stage.

Because no one wanted the table they ate at every day to be stepped on.

In the end, it was still Professor McGonagall who showed up and conjured a brand-new long table,

finally helping Lockhart solve the stage problem.

"Students, now I announce, tonight's open class officially begins!"

Standing atop the table half a person high, Lockhart raised his hand and shouted like a circus ringmaster announcing the start of a performance.

And the "audience" below played along very well, applauding and cheering continuously, full of excitement.

Just like they were really about to witness a comedy performance.

In fact, aside from those students who had attended the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class,

most others really did think this way.

Their thoughts were the same as Cedric's, they just treated this open class as entertainment to break up their boring, locked-down lives.

As for the idea that "Lockhart could actually teach them something", they had never held out any hope.

Lockhart very obviously wanted to make the students take this seriously.

So after the opening, he began briefly summarizing the theoretical knowledge he had talked about during the afternoon class.

But unfortunately, the crowd's excitement had already been stirred, and they had no intention of listening to his lecture, all starting to shout complaints.

In a moment, the Great Hall became noisy and chaotic again.

At this time, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, and others just quietly sat in their seats watching the show, with no intention of helping, even Professor McGonagall, who normally disliked students fooling around the most, was the same.

After all, the students needed to let off steam,

and it just so happened that she didn't like Lockhart either…

Amid the wave of boos, Lockhart pressed the tip of his wand against his own throat, and after casting the Amplifying Charm, he shouted loudly, "Alright! Everyone settle down!"

"Now let us enter the official live combat demonstration phase! But before we begin, I need two students to serve as the combat demonstration's dueling pair. How about it? Anyone willing to give it a try?"

As soon as this was said, the previously noisy crowd of students immediately fell silent.

Everyone had already been scared by Lockhart's previous "theatrical-style teaching." No one wanted to go up and suffer.

This made Lockhart a bit awkward. He scratched his head, then suddenly, as if thinking of something interesting, his eyes lit up.

He pointed in the direction of the Slytherin house and shouted, "You there, Malfoy! Please come on up!"

Everyone's gaze instantly followed the direction Lockhart pointed and landed on Draco Malfoy.

Immediately, an uproar of cheers exploded from the crowd.

"Oh! Malfoy! Get up there!"

"Hear that, Malfoy? Are you a coward or what?!"

"I bet 1 Galleon that coward Malfoy won't dare go up!"

"I bet 10 Sickles!"

"Me too!"

In this chaos, Malfoy's expression instantly changed from calm to shocked, and from shocked to gloomy, the speed of change was practically like Sichuan opera face-changing.

He had heard it clearly. Among the crowd, Gryffindor's voices were the loudest, this was blatant revenge.

But, with everyone saying this, did he still have any way to refuse?

Clenching his teeth, Draco slowly climbed onto the long table.

And seeing this, laughter and whistles erupted once again from the students below.

"Don't be nervous, child. They're all just jealous of you! As the heir of the Malfoy family, you'll have to get used to being the center of attention."

Lockhart patted Draco on the shoulder and comforted him.

Hearing this, Draco nodded, his expression becoming a bit better. After all, even if Lockhart's reason was unreliable, it still worked surprisingly well as self-comfort.

Only, Draco's face quickly fell again.

Because just after Lockhart had comforted him, he raised his voice and shouted again, "Then next, let's welcome the other duelist, Link Flamel!!"

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