At night, in the dimly lit castle, outside the abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor.
Light paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. After much consideration, he still couldn't muster the courage to go in. At the same time, he cursed inwardly:
"Did the founder of Slytherin have something wrong with his head? Why did he put the entrance inside a girls' toilet?"
'Forget it. To preserve my last shred of decency, I'll just set up a surveillance outside the door!'
After thinking it over, Light let out a sigh and gave up the idea of going in.
After completing all these tasks, he made his way to the Room of Requirement. There, he continued his studies and prepared for the future.
Early the next morning, Light was sitting in the auditorium, having his breakfast.
An owl hovered in front of Light. It had a letter in its beak and cooed at him.
Looking up, Light saw the letter in the owl's mouth and reached out to take it.
It was a folded parchment without an envelope or a signature. However, the content and the scribbled handwriting told Light who had sent it.
'Dear Light:
I've bought the Boggart. I'm planning to start my operation this afternoon. Are you interested in coming to help me breed new magical creatures?'
After reading the letter, Light had no reason to decline Hagrid's invitation.
After thinking for a moment and checking his schedule, he found that he had no classes in the afternoon.
He used his wand to turn the fork in his hand into a quill pen and wrote a reply on the back of the parchment.
'Of course, no problem. I'll come this afternoon!'
Then, he folded the reply and gave it to the owl to send back to Hagrid.
After breakfast, Light and his three companions went to the classroom for the Defense Against the Dark Arts to attend the classes.
Light had thought that Lockhart would be more restrained a bit after being warned yesterday.
However, Lockhart still looked as confident as ever today.
At the same time, he walked into the classroom with a large cage covered with a cloth in his hand, looking extremely proud.
"Who on earth gave him the confidence? Voldemort? Or Old Dumbledore?"
Looking at the confident Lockhart on the podium, Light muttered to himself in confusion.
"What are you saying?" Hermione seemed to have heard Light's muttering and turned to him, looking confused.
"Nah, let's just focus on attending the classes!"
Since she didn't get an answer, Hermione had to turn back and continue attending the classes.
On the podium, Lockhart held the large cage and emphasized his glorious deeds and honors again. Then, with a serious face, he started to intimidate the students in the class.
"Now... be careful! My task is to teach you how to defend against the most evil things in the wizarding world."
"Therefore, you will face the most terrifying things here."
Lockhart lowered his voice, looking extremely reliable, and continued:
"But don't worry! As long as I'm here, you won't be harmed in any way."
"Now, I need you to stay quiet and don't scream, because that will anger them!"
The pretentious Lockhart on the podium lifted the cloth, revealing what was inside the cage.
"These are the 'Cornish Pixies' I just caught!" All the students in the class held their breath and stared at the creatures in the cage.
Seeming to think the mood was right, Lockhart coughed lightly a few times and then shouted loudly:
"Alright! Let's see how you'll deal with them!"
Then he opened the door of the large cage.
The pixies locked in the cage rushed out immediately. Like kids who had been pent - up for too long, they started to cause a big ruckus in the classroom.
They tore down the pictures pasted on the wall and ripped them into pieces. They grabbed the books on the desks and threw them around. They picked up ink and splashed it at the young wizards...
As the pixies' pranks became more and more serious, the young wizards began to get restless, and Lockhart's previous instructions started to lose their effect.
"Impediment Jinx!" A hazy light screen blocked the splashed ink from the pixies. Then, Light turned around and sent several pixies that were about to play tricks on Neville flying backwards.
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Lockhart quickly shouted:
"Drive them away with me. They're just a bunch of little pixies."
Before he could cast a spell, the pixies snatched his wand and threw it out of the window.
"Expelliarmus" Harry Potter waved his wand and repelled a pixie with a spell. Hermione also quickly cast a freezing spell to freeze the flying pixies.
Looking at Lockhart, who was in a complete mess because of the pixies' pranks, Light rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Cast the Petrificus Totalus spell on all of them!" Dozens of beams of light shot out from Light's wand. The light beams automatically chased after the pixies flying around in the air.
Under the precise strikes of the spells, the pixies gradually slowed down, stopped, and froze in mid - air.
Then, there was a clattering sound, and all the pixies in mid - air fell to the ground.
The classroom suddenly fell silent. All the young wizards stared at Light in astonishment, and even Lockhart looked shocked.
Lockhart quickly regained his composure. Without showing any sign of embarrassment, he continued to flash his big white teeth and exclaimed:
"As expected of my student. 50 points to Gryffindor!"
"It seems that only one student managed to complete this practical task. Well done!"
"Next, you just clean up here and have self - study! I have something else to do."
After saying that, Lockhart quickly dashed out of the classroom. No one knew if he was going to go look for his wand.
Watching Lockhart run out of the classroom in a mess, Light kept complaining in his heart:
"I thought you had some backup to be so confident. Turns out you're still just as useless as always."
After Lockhart fled, the mess was left for the students in the classroom to clean up.
Looking at the chaotic classroom, Light had no choice but to tell the young wizards to pick up the pixies that had fallen on the ground and put them back into the cage.
"Scourgify!!"
Several spells were cast from Light's wand, restoring the messy classroom to its former state.
Seeing Light use the spells so skillfully, the young wizards around him had their eyes lit up.
Encouraged by the young wizards, Light had to act like a professor and teach them the Iron Armor Charm.
After about one class period, after testing the young wizards' proficiency in the spells, Light also got ready for the next stage of training.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, many desks were split and then transformed into small balls resembling Golden Snitches by Light using Transfiguration. They hovered in the air.
Amid the young wizards' exclamations, Light's booming voice echoed in the classroom, drawing their attention back:
"All you gotta do is use the Iron Armor Charm to block the incoming flying balls."
"Don't fret! Getting hit won't hurt a bit. You'll just end up with a colored blotch."
"So, let's get started!"
At Light's command, the hovering balls in the air swooped down on the young wizards.
In an instant, the classroom was filled with blood - curdling screams!