Chapter 132 The Rooster and the Powerful Potion

Chapter 132 The Rooster and the Powerful Potion

Basilisks have deadly fangs, magical eyes, and their stare can kill. They often prey on spiders and are the natural enemies of spiders, but basilisks are afraid of roosters, and they will rush for their lives when they hear the crowing of cocks, which is deadly to basilisks.

"Well, never thought such a terrible basilisk would be afraid of roosters, maybe we should buy a lot of roosters and throw them in Slytherin." Ron shrugged, now that he knew how to deal with basilisks, there was nothing to fear. .

"It is said that the basilisk's stare can cause death, why is Mrs. Norris petrified?" Hermione said with some doubts.

"Could it be that the basilisk had been starving for hundreds of years in the Chamber of Secrets, without much energy, or maybe Malfoy just wanted to control him and kick the students out of the academy?" Harry answered uncertainly.

"That makes sense. The last time we saw Mrs. Norris attacked, there were spiders running around." Ron hated spiders, so he had a deep memory of that scene.

He added, "Then we should find a way to find some roosters."

"Don't think about it, George has already bought a lot of roosters and shipped them over. The mutual aid club's activity room has reserved a few for us. I just rushed over and didn't go to get them." Harry said strangely. , Thinking of carrying a big cock with you in the next few days, that picture is really embarrassing.

∏√Long ∏√Wind ∏√文∏√Xue, w◇ww.cf↑wx.n◎et "Well, for safety, it's okay to carry a cock with you. But let's just forget about it and wait for Deng with peace of mind. Bridor's secret plan that no one knows about?" Hermione asked a little discouraged and a little unwilling.

Harry scratched his head and said helplessly, "Unless you have a good idea."

He went on to say, "Well, I think I should prepare for my Quidditch match too, maybe the Basilisks, like George said, aren't that hard to deal with."

"Maybe I really have a way." Hermione bit her lip, she didn't want to use her own way, but now it seemed like the only option.

"What way?" Ron was very interested in catching Malfoy and driving Malfoy away.

"We could walk into the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy directly, as long as he doesn't recognize us, he'll easily flaunt the fact that he's a Parseltongue," Hermione said calmly.

"You're kidding." Ron turned his head, it wasn't funny.

"Not a joke,

It's true, as long as we use some relapse decoction. Hermione went on to explain, "Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago. "

"Oh, a few weeks ago?" They looked incredulous, who remembered so long ago.

"Although Snape's character is very bad, his potion level is very high." Hermione's honest evaluation.

"Oh!" Harry was noncommittal, who knows without comparison, he believed that neither Professor Sprout nor George's Potions would lose to Snape. Although he couldn't tell the difference at all, he just believed, he just wanted to believe.

"Potion could turn you into another person, we could turn into three Slytherin students, so no one would ever find out. Then Malfoy would tell everything, maybe he's in Slytherin right now. Lytlin's common room bragging." Hermione said her way.

Although she doesn't really want to use this method, George is no longer interested in the secret room, and this is the only method now.

"It's a bit of a mystery. I don't think it's reliable to relapse." Ron frowned and said worriedly, "If we become Slytherin, and then we can't change back, it will be miserable. ." He imagined himself holding a stranger's body, like Crabbe's, and that was too bad.

He shuddered and shook his head immediately, "No, no, no."

"The effect of the medicine will wear off in a while, you should trust the experts more." Hermione waved her hand impatiently. Did Ron think she would be happy to be someone else?

In this way, she has to handle everything herself, and it's going to be troublesome. If there is no other way, who would like to use this method.

Hermione glanced sideways at Ron, and murmured to herself, "You can't think of a good way, so you know you can't."

Then she said embarrassingly, "It's not easy to get the formula. Snape said that the formula can be found in a book called "Strong Potions", but it must be in the forbidden area."

To borrow books from the forbidden area, you must get a consent slip signed by the teacher, which is not easy.

"There's no reason for us to borrow that book." Ron continued pouring cold water, "Neither would we prepare those potions."

Hermione's eyes widened, and she said with some competition, "As long as we pretend to the teacher that we are interested in this theory, there will be some hope."

"Come on, teachers won't be fooled so easily." Ron said disapprovingly, "unless they're really stupid."

Hermione said unconvinced, "Look, I'll get it."

Hermione was in a fit of rage to get the "Strong Potion", and this opportunity came soon.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class, as always, was a joke. Although Lockhart has never dared to bring living creatures into the classroom since the elf farce, this class will not become normal.

In the classroom, Lockhart read the stories from his book to the students in large sections, and the whole classroom became his opera stage.

He sang, sang, danced, and echoed.

But what annoyed Harry the most was that Lockhart was always putting on weird, dramatic moments. That's when he was forced to become Lockhart's actor and prop, and he had to, for a while, become a villager who had been enchanted with a bubble blower. One moment becomes a Himalayan snowman with a cold, another moment becomes a vampire, or a radish-eating vampire.

Today, he turned into a werewolf again. And, to keep Lockhart happy, he had to cooperate very actively today.

"Oooooooooo!" Harry cried out in shame, in exaggerated poses, his ears were burning, and he had to pretend to be hideous.

"Well shouted, Harry, you're such a ferocious beast, you're so similar, that's all." Lockhart kept complimenting Harry, but it only made Harry feel more ashamed.

He turned his head and gestured to the students again, "But, as soon as I pounce, just like this, I slam him down. I pressed him to the ground, and held the wand in my other hand against his Throat."

"I fought him, suppressed him, and cast a complex and profound spell that has been lost. He let out a bleak scream."

(To be continued.)