Chapter 81 Game 2 and Game 3

Chapter 81 Game 2 and Game 3

The second group was Harry and his group. Lockhart chose the climax of "Walking with Trolls".

"Ah! Our home! The land of our ancestors!" Goyle held the book and began to read. He stood on tiptoe, as if trying to get closer to the image of the giant looking up to the sky in the book, but overall it still looked like recitation.

"Please leave it to me!" Harry, who was waiting on the side, jumped onto the stage. His fair face was stained with red. It can be seen that he was actually very ashamed of this behavior. He shouted to Goyle and the group of trolls behind him, "I have found the reason for the blight here!"

This is a story about Lockhart who was invited to investigate a theft case, and he discovered a troll in collusion with a dwarf tree elf, which then led to the strange withering of a troll habitat, and finally it was found out that it was actually a conspiracy of the dwarf tree elf.

The trolls here largely serve as jokes, just like the hags in the previous book, but "vacation" highlights Lockhart's charm and intelligence by strengthening the ease of being among the hags, while "traveling together" is to show Lockhart's sharpness and sense of responsibility.

"Wizards who have come from afar! Please help us to bloom the flower of life again!" Justin Finch-Fletchley of Hufflepuff knelt on one knee in front of Harry. He played Pacha, the thinnest but also the smartest of the trolls.

Rather than playing a troll, he behaved more like his usual self. Della had chatted with this gentle and polite boy several times. He was also a Muggle-born and seemed to have been going to an aristocratic school. He always had a sense of propriety that was not common in Hogwarts.

"It's no use, it's no use! This place is already being cursed!" Ernie MacMillan, also a Hufflepuff, played the role of a dryad as he jumped around. His deliberately shrill voice made everyone in the classroom laugh again.

"Please let me show you the truth!" The laughter from the audience made Harry's face redder. He opened his mouth wide and recited the lines, as if he could vent the shame in this way. "First, please look at this!"

Harry, holding the book, stretched out his other hand towards the audience. When he loosened his clenched fist, a small red light shot out from his palm. The small red dot flew twice on the stage and then exploded in mid-air.

"Look! That's the evidence! The water-purifying crystal exploded, but there's nothing wrong with the water source here, which means something has interfered with this land's perception of the water source!" Harry raised his hand and pointed to the place where the red dot exploded, "And the dwarf tree elf has the ability to confuse surrounding creatures and snatch nutrients from them!"

"What!?" the trolls shouted.

"You're talking nonsense!" The dwarf tree elves all jumped back a big step, looking very guilty.

At this point, Della also figured out something. All the members in their group deliberately exaggerated their actions and tried to make every line sound exciting. Judging from the performance on stage, it was quite good.

The performance on the stage continued. The dwarfs were nimbly running among the trolls. The teased trolls roared. The brave Lockhart followed the footsteps of the dwarfs and finally subdued the dwarfs with a large-scale vine spell with the cooperation of the trolls.

"Give up struggling!" Harry shouted, holding his wand. Ernie struggled for a few times, shouted loudly a few times as if he was collapsing, and then fell silent.

"Brave wizard! Guide of all creatures! Thank you for saving us!" Justin half-crouched down, and he and the other trolls surrounded Harry with open arms and waved.

"Clap, clap, clap!" Lockhart was the first to applaud. He strode onto the stage and lifted up the hand of Harry, who was bowed by Ernie. "Well done, Harry!"

"Ernie choreographed the moves, and Justin suggested the props and spells." Harry looked up at Lockhart, the blush on his face having faded a lot.

"You all did a great job!" Lockhart said immediately, patting Harry on the back. "Well, let's go to the next group, 'Traveling with Vampires', right?"

"It's us! Professor Lockhart." Hermione pulled Hannah Abbott, who was sitting next to her, and stood up with a big smile on her face.

In contrast to "Dame de Chastity", the characters in "Vampyr" are basically all girls. Lockhart put the pale and thin vampires into the pool of girls' roles.

"Lockhart, my friend, you have been moving forward in the darkness for us," Hannah drew the self-deprecating young vampire character that Lockhart had put in. Compared to the previous group of boys who were very open and flamboyant, she seemed much more shy, but she still tried very hard to perform, "I really hope to see the scorching sun that represents hope!"

Hannah tried so hard that her voice broke.

Dela paused while flipping through a book, and Zabini, who was sitting in front of her, laughed. Zabini nudged Nott, who was sitting next to him, with his elbow, but Nott ignored him and moved to the other side with dignity.

"Why are you so cold? We've been rehearsing for two days after all," Zabini tilted his head to look at Nott. He didn't move, but just muttered, "It's a good thing the character you drew didn't have any emotional fluctuations."

"Ours will definitely be the best," Zabini turned his head and looked at the hero and heroine behind him, "You two got along very well in the past two days. You are indeed different~"

Della ignored Zabini's joking tone. Her expression did not change. She still maintained that faint smile and pointed to her collar.

"Oh!" Zabini lowered his head and quickly put back the exposed fluorescent blue. A gleam of water flashed across his eyebrows. "This is our secret weapon. We have to hide it well."

"Wow!"

While they were conversing, there were sudden exclamations from all around them. The four of them raised their heads and were surprised to find that the people on the stage had changed their clothes.

"It should be hidden in the robe, too," Della said softly after observing for a while.

"They are really... so grand." Draco opened his mouth to say something, but changed the subject halfway through. He looked at Della and stopped talking.

"..." Della didn't say anything. She didn't even look at Draco. They both tacitly skipped the topic.

As the two looked at each other, the play on the stage had come to an end. Hermione, who played Lockhart, was holding up a paper ball that was shining yellow. She was wearing a semi-aristocratic outfit similar to Lockhart's usual style, and she also had a silver dagger in her hand.

"They have so many tricks. It should be that Fawcett who made so many costumes and props. My mother even ordered clothes from their workshop." Zabini turned his head and spoke to them again.

"Melanie Fawcett of Ravenclaw?" Della asked softly.

"Oh, you may not know much about this." Zabini's narrow eyes slightly opened, and he explained to Della, "The Fawcett family is also known as a workshop family. From gorgeous evening gowns and exquisite jewelry to the smallest props in the theater, there are people in the Fawcett family who make them."

They are also a famous mixed-race family, and have admitted many times that it is because of the inspiration from their Muggle lovers that they can create those exquisite products.

If the craftsmanship on his hands had not been so exquisite, he might have been called a traitor to his face like Weasley and others.

Out of Della's earshot, the other three Slytherins added this in their minds.

There was suddenly thunderous applause all around. Hermione, who played Lockhart, stood in the center of a row holding the sun made for vampires, and bowed with the others to express her gratitude.

Judging from the level of applause, it should have been a good performance. However, since I was the next one to perform, I felt a little absent-minded, which was a bit of a pity.

Della clapped along, and Lockhart seemed very satisfied with this group. He praised them several times and even raised his voice a little when he asked the last group to come on stage. "Now, let's invite the last group to come on stage!"

"Okay, Professor." Zabini stood up at once. His beautiful narrow eyes became narrower because of his smile, but the brilliance in them still leaked out without a trace. "But before we go on stage, please let us make some preliminary preparations first!"

As he finished speaking, Della waved her wand twice, and the heavy curtains in the classroom fell down with a swish. The sudden darkness plunged everyone into silence.

At this moment, the book on their table swayed and flew onto the stage first. On the open book, a female head covered with ink words bulged out.

"Ah!!! You deceived my feelings!! You conspired with that abominable wizard to expel me! I curse you!" A shrill female voice came out from the ink bulge. Her hysterical screams became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a whisper that seemed to be about to be annihilated, "The fate of the female ghost will always be the same as that of the original fairy tale."

At this time, the four Slytherins stood on the stage, and Zabini put his hand on his collar -