Chapter 116 Opportunity (Modified)

Not long after Allen and Edward sat down, Professor Lockhart walked slowly into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with his perfect smile and elegant posture in a gorgeous lilac-colored robe.

In terms of appearance alone, it is really impeccable! In addition to acting in theater, maybe he can also be a fashion professor!

"I'm so glad to see you again! Last time, the poem I wrote for me to heal the snowman was impeccable! And he is a boy, which is even more commendable. Although I can't accept your feelings for me, I am for you Mark an excellent one!" Professor Lockhart excitedly took out a piece of parchment and showed it to everyone.

As soon as he took it out, Edward beside Allen couldn't help covering his face with his hands, and shrank behind the tall book.

"What's wrong?" Allen asked suspiciously.

"It's over, I copied too much!" Edward stretched out his index finger, pointing to Professor Lockhart on the stage, "The parchment in his hand is my homework!"

"It's so far away, how do you know?"

"I accidentally stained the back of the parchment with ink, and it's still in the shape of a heart!" Edward almost wanted to get into the cracks in the ground, if there were cracks in the ground!

But Professor Lockhart on the stage continued to praise him enthusiastically. "This classmate Edward Fox is very discerning. He saw that my healing magic is very effective! Even if it is a snowman, I can still heal it if I get a cold. That's why I lived with it for as long as a year!" Professor Lockhart tossed his slightly curly blond hair and blinked cutely.

Let me read this classic poem by Mr. Fox! Edward slapped himself in the face with a slap, there is no love in life! But Professor Lockhart has already started reciting it with great affection!

"Look, when Professor Lockhart tending to the Yeti

He raised his head, which was red with cold,

snowman's eyes

They all admired his superb magic.

Snow mountain with eyes,

Come and wait for his divine presence,

Then he climbed to the top of the firmament.

A young man full of energy and heroic.

Followed his galloping yeti,

Worshiping his majesty with eyes,

...

ah,

if there was not you,

I'd rather "forget it all"!

Mr. Fox, this is really well written! This is the best written poetry I have ever read! Ravenclaw plus ten points! Mr. Fox, where are you? "Professor Gilderoy Lockhart blushed with excitement!" "Student Fox, I would like to invite you to be the protagonist of today's performance—a werewolf!" "

Obviously, after today, Ravenclaw students should not have to worry about being called up to assist in the performance!

"Shakespeare will die when he sees you tampering with his poems like this!" Allen pushed Edward, reminding him to stand up and perform.

"Yeah, so I got my karma, didn't I?" Edward walked out of his seat with a look of despair.

"Good call, Edward - so much like - and then, believe it or not, I swooped in - like this - slammed him down - like this - I held him down with one hand On the ground - wand in the other hand, pressed against his throat - and then I slowed down and cast the very complicated Restoration Charm with the rest of my strength - he let out a miserable moan - Edward , then yelling - a little higher - good - his fur disappeared - the big fangs retracted - he became a human again. Simple but effective - another village forever Remember me the hero who saved them from the once-a-month scares of a werewolf attack."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Lockhart stood up, "Homework: Write a poem about my victory over the Wagga Wagga werewolf! The best ones will get several copies of "I Can Be Magical" signed by the author. "!"

The students started to leave,

Edward seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and slumped on the seat, "I swear, I will never copy poetry indiscriminately again!"

Allen patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, squeezed a note, and quickly rushed out of the classroom. When Professor Lockhart was reading Edward's poems just now, he realized that this was a good opportunity!

"Professor Lockhart!" Allen stopped Professor Lockhart who was going downstairs, "I want to borrow this book from the library. I hope to learn some background knowledge from it." Allen handed the note to Lockhart Professor Te, "But this book is in the restricted section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign the note - I believe this book will help me understand what you said in "Break with the Ghost" The attack spell of..."

"Ah, Breaking with the Female Ghost!" Lockhart showed a warm smile, "This book is very exciting, do you like it?"

"Oh, of course I like it," Allen said sincerely, praising his acting skills crazily in his heart, "You were the first to subdue the female ghost the moment she transformed, so clever..."

"Ah, I'm sure no one will object to me giving a little extra help to the best students in the whole year," said Lockhart enthusiastically, drawing out a huge peacock brush. He signed a big cursive name on the note, and returned the note to Alan.

Allen thanked him respectfully and left, and quickly ran to the library. This is a rare opportunity, to avoid long nights and dreams, he must quickly borrow the book in his hand, that one - "Secret of the Soul"!

Allen has wanted to study soul magic for a long time, but there are no related books on ordinary bookshelves, and he didn't get any related spells even after doing the task. This opportunity is very rare. Except for Professor Lockhart, I am afraid that no professor would sign the note without reading it! Even counting the professors who will take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class later!

Walking into the dull and quiet library, Allen found Mrs. Pince.

""Secret of the Soul"?" She read it suspiciously, and took the note from Allen.

"You haven't returned the "Illustrated Book of Mysterious Animals" you borrowed before, so you're here to borrow a new book soon?" Mrs. Pince didn't move while holding the note, and looked at Alan suspiciously.

"Ah, in fact, I have already finished reading that book, and I can return it to you soon." Allen opened his light blue eyes like forget-me-nots, trying to look sincere. I hope Mrs. Pince is a fan of Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, so that, even for the sake of signature, he will easily borrow books.

Mrs. Pince held up the note and held it up to the light, as if to test for a forgery, and it passed the test. She strutted between the tall bookshelves and returned a few minutes later with a large black and silver volume in her hand. Allen took the heavy book, bowed his thanks, and left the library quickly.

He needs to find a quiet place, undisturbed, to read this book.