It was an indescribable chaos. The pixies shot in every direction faster than the Bludgers on a Quidditch pitch, so fast Alexandra had trouble following them. Several shattered the window, unleashing a rain of broken glass. Two of them seized Seamus Finnigan by the feet and lifted him into the air. Three were tearing apart the Lockhart pictures from the walls. Other took possession of ink bottles and sprayed every desk and student with it. Books were torn apart. The papers were nothing more than ruins. The pixies hitched Seamus Finnigan to the candelabra in the ceiling by the feet.
"Co on now, round them up, round them up, they're only pixies …" Lockhart shouted, in pure loss as the majority of the students had ducked under their desks, leaving the pixies the control of the class.
If they're only pixies, why aren't you doing sothing, fraud?
The Defence Senior Professor rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand and bellowed, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"
It didn't look like a real spell with no Latin basis and for good reason: it had absolutely no effect whatsoever. One of the pixies seized Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window, without its owner managing to utter another incantation. Lockhart gulped and dived under his own desk, narrowly avoiding being squashed by Seamus Finnigan, who fell a second later as the candelabra gave way. Then Lockhart simply ran away towards the door leading to his office.
"I knew he was a fraud." Snarled Alexandra. Judging enough was enough and that Lockhart has proved to be as incompetent as she had feared, she levitated her desk with a quick Wingardium Leviosa and send it slamming against the three pixies which were tearing the photos off the wall. With a Petrificus Totalus, the Ravenclaw witch sent another of the blue fairies stunned on the floor. Feeling she had now the perfect opportunity to unleash all her frustrations of the last day, she poured a good part of her repertory of minor hexes, jinxes, charms and other spells to use. One by one she sent the creatures limping down the crown in a rainbow of magic, although many tried to retaliate, forcing her more than once to duck and avoid so nasty projectiles.
The green-eyed witch was not the only one to use her wand against the Pixies, Nigel behind her casted minor defensive jinxes for defensive purposes. Neville Longbottom and Leo Black were pouring a deluge of serious hexes on the swift pixies. Ron Weasley was trying desperately fighting one of the blue creatures with a wand alternating heavy smoke and lightning.
What in Hell happened to his wand?
Soon there were no more conscious Cornish Pixies in the classroom. Quick Levitation spells put the stunned creatures back in their cage. A deep silence fell, with students coming out from behind their desks to see if the disaster was over.
Looking all around her, Alexandra saw the classroom had been completely and totally demolished. It was like a storm had wrecked everything. And then the bell rang.
"Ti to go, Nigel." Alexandra said to the Gryffindor boy who had let himself fall on one of the intact chairs in the back of the class, while the rest of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor rushed towards the exit. Most, she noticed, looked at her with impressed or fearful looks.
"Is it over?" Asked Nigel, trying to save what he could from the few pieces of his bag left together.
"The class is over. I think." Said Alexandra. Lockhart was nowhere in view at least. Thank the Gods of all Universes for small rcies. "Now if it's okay with you, I'm going to go to Flitwick's office and demand to be dispensed from the class of Defence Against the Dark Arts. At least until Lockhart isn't here anymore."
"He just wanted to give us so hands-on experience!" Protested Hermione, who had not escaped unscathed, as her hair and her robe were strained with black and red ink.
"No, he didn't!" Morag MacDougal vehently intervened behind Hermione. "Sorry Hermione, but Lockhart didn't know at all what he was doing. These were only Cornish Pixies and he was unable to do a thing against them. He doesn't deserve to be a Professor. It's Alexandra, Nigel, Neville and Leo who did all the work."
"Rubbish," said Hermione. "You've read his books – look at all those amazing things he's done …"
"He says he's done," Nigel muttered.
"Let's see the good side shall we?" Said Alexandra. "Lockhart will be gone by the end of the year, if the so-called curse in the post exists, it will make sure of it. And if not," her voice turned grim "I will deal with him personally with this fraud."
"But how are we going to learn all the spells for the end of the year? We have exams, and Quirrell wasn't that useless!" Asked Morag in a worried tone.
"Oh, that's simple." Replied Alexandra. "We are going to practise on our own. A lot."
Nigel paled at the sadist smile she made. What a smart boy.
5th September 1992, Hogwarts, Scotland
To the consternation of Hogwarts half-sane student population, the rest of the week saw Gilderoy Lockhart continue to release in his class a certain number of magical creatures, almost if the Senior Professor of DADA tried to persuade himself the episode against the Cornish Pixies had been a fluke.
Unfortunately for him, if this had been his reasoning, it was a sounding failure. Penelope Clearwater, the sixth-year prefect of the Ravenclaws, took a certain success in describing in front of the whole House in the common room on Friday evening how Lockhart had been bitten by a sort of magical iguana in the rear. By the account of all witnesses, the backside of the Senior Defence Professor had been violet by the ti the blonde-haired idiot reached Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing.
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