Chapter 49 The Learned Miss Granger (Please Read On)

Chapter 49 The learned Miss Granger (please read~)

Harry took out the horns and put them on the table.

The reverse spiral pattern was at a right angle, with a shiny black and purple color, and an ominous smell came to his face.

"Where are you going to boil the potion?" Hermione picked up one carefully.

"Material processing, in the dormitory." Harry replied.

Polyjuice Potion is a very time-consuming potion.

The most troublesome thing is not the magical materials, but the lacewings that need to be boiled for 21 days - this creature, also known as "aphids", is very small, and its length is not even longer than a fingernail.

You can't just light the fire and put the pot on, and then leave it alone.

In that case, the insects will be boiled in less than a day.

You have to use magic all the time to maintain its stability.

This step is not dangerous, but troublesome. Harry plans to do it in the dormitory - as long as Seamus doesn't point his wand at it, there will be no problem.

"Ron, wake up." Hermione took the horn and poked the sleeping Mr. Weasley, of course, with the thick end.

Ron woke up, raised his head, and recited "Gamp's Basic Law of Transfiguration" skillfully.

After spitting out two sentences quickly, he suddenly realized that he was not in Professor McGonagall's class, and lowered his head embarrassedly: "Harry, you are back? That thing got..."

He was half a beat slower and saw the thing in Hermione's hand: "It seems that it got it."

"Go back to sleep."

There are also many classes on Friday.

There is a spell class in the morning. Flitwick recovered a lot of energy and his dark circles disappeared a little.

In this class, they have to learn a very powerful mischief spell-Tarantella dance.

A dance spell that can make people start dancing uncontrollably.

Flitwick is very fond of this spell, especially when dealing with Harry.

This spell can not only be cast on people, but also on static objects.

There was once a wizard who kept casting the dance spell on Mount Vesuvius, which eventually caused the volcano to erupt and destroyed a city called Pompeii.

The young wizards were very interested in this spell, and they had no objection even if Professor Flitwick assigned a five-inch long paper at the end.

The first class in the afternoon was the Herbology class.

They walked out of the castle and went to the greenhouse. Professor Sprout had a stern face - the reason for her depressed mood was standing next to her, a flamboyant "peacock" wearing a cyan and gold-edged robe and a tall and gorgeous wizard hat of the same color.

"Oh, little wizards, hello!" Lockhart waved his hand, "I'm discussing with Professor Sprout how to grow herbs better."

He paused meaningfully: "But I don't want you to think that I'm better at herbology than your herbology professor. I just happened to meet some magical plants on my journey..."

Sprout interrupted him forcefully: "Today is the third greenhouse!"

"Professor-Lockhart!" She stretched out her tone, making this overall address look like two independent sentences, "Now I have to go to class, please go back and prepare for your class."

Lockhart waved his hand: "I want to talk to Harry about something. You know, there are always some little secrets between excellent wizards. You shouldn't mind?"

"No, I'm..." Sprout decisively refused.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lockhart: "Thank you, my dear Pomona, I know."

Sprout's hand shrank into his robe, wishing he could take out his wand on the spot and recite a few evil curses on him.

"Harry." Lockhart waved at him.

"I don't think we are familiar enough to call each other by name." Harry walked towards him and said this.

Lockhart was stunned.

This sentence... sounds familiar?

It seems like I have heard it somewhere?

"Professor, I hope you have something serious to talk to me about." Harry walked up to him and looked up at him, "Not something ridiculous."

"Of course it's serious." Lockhart raised his hand and tried to put his arm around Harry's shoulder, but halfway through the action, he suddenly felt a phantom pain in his waist, which made him retract his hand and put it back, "Mr. Potter, you are now very famous and a great figure in the wizarding world."

"Although there is still a slight gap compared to me."

"However, I only heard about you when I came to school. You drew the sword of Gryffindor when you entered school. My God, I really don't know what Skeeter is doing. The Daily Prophet didn't publish any words at all."

"Please don't talk nonsense." Harry was very impolite and took out his wand.

Lockhart was startled, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand: "We can cooperate."

"I am a world-renowned wizard, and the winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award for five consecutive times. I can make you as famous as me."

"As long as you..."

Harry shook his wand, pointing the tip of the wand at his stomach: "Professor, I seem to have said at the beginning, don't say anything ridiculous."

"Professor Snape should like you very much. After all, there are not many wizards with troll heads."

Lockhart panicked and waved his hands: "I can give you Galleons."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

Lockhart's expression was happy: "I know Mr. Potter, you are a smart person, we are both excellent wizards, we should..."

"But I am not short of money." Harry shook his head, "Potter, you should know the weight of this surname?"

The formula of the shampoo potion produced by the Potter family is popular in the wizarding world.

Lockhart is also using it.

"Some spells? I know a lot..." Lockhart continued. He was very familiar with this process. It was just about bargaining.

Harry said nothing.

He immediately changed his mind: "Of course, Hogwarts has many excellent professors. You are also Professor McGonagall's favorite student, and you have no shortage of powerful spells."

This made him confused.

The only bargaining chips he could offer were fame, galleons, and some knowledge, but none of them seemed attractive to Harry.

"You are the professor." Harry retracted his wand, "Maybe I will have some needs, such as applying for books in the restricted area, or other things, and I want your help."

Lockhart smiled brightly: "Of course, it's easy."

"I won't mind if you use my name a little bit." Harry said in a cold tone, "But I don't want you to cause any trouble or trouble for me."

Lockhart frowned: "No, Potter, this..."

"A professor loses to a second-year wizard." Harry interrupted, "What honor will this get?"

"Daily Prophet headlines?"

"Wizard Weekly's Worst Embarrassment Award?"

Lockhart froze and smiled.

"Very good, then it's settled." Harry nodded, turned and walked towards the greenhouse.

Professor Flitwick was right.

No matter how outrageous, no one would want to borrow the fame of a little boy.

Lockhart is an exception.

Today's herbal medicine class is going to learn about a somewhat dangerous plant, mandrake. It is alive and its crying can make people comatose.

Hermione and Ron wanted to ask Harry what they said outside, but unfortunately... there was no chance in this class.

They need to wear earmuffs or they will miss the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the term.

Wait until the herb class is over.

They took off their earmuffs and walked out of the greenhouse.

"What did Lockhart tell you?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Maybe he wants to borrow Harry's fame again?" Hermione guessed.

Harry nodded: "That's right, so I made a deal with him. He can borrow some of my reputation. In contrast, his professorship will open the door to me."

"For example, a restricted book area or something."

Other professors would not condone Harry - for example, the Book of Spells, which Harry had heard Flitwick mention more than once, contained almost all the spells.

Harry had never been able to get permission to borrow it.

There were also some advanced potions books, and it was impossible for Snape to approve them.

Ron was envious.

Hermione mused.

After the Herbology class, there was Defense Against the Dark Arts. The young wizards were looking forward to Lockhart's class - they felt that they had finally met a reliable professor.

Lockhart was even more flamboyant than Harry thought.

It was obviously just a class period, so he changed his robe again, from cyan to bright red, with shiny silver edges, and styled his hair again and sprayed it with rich perfume.

It is a compound fragrance of henbane petals, honey and calamus root.

These three materials are the auxiliary ingredients used in almost all love potions.

After a boastful self-introduction, Lockhart waved his hand: "I see that you have all bought my complete set of books, which is good..."

Ron couldn't hold it back and complained in a low voice: "It's obviously a mandatory requirement on the book list. It seems like we are taking the initiative."

Hermione agreed.

"Then let's take a small test first. Don't be afraid. I just want to see how well you read and how much you understand." Lockhart said softly.

This surprised Harry.

Beneath his exaggerated appearance, he actually has a pragmatic heart. On the surface, he doesn't look like he is serious about teaching, but in fact, he is very well prepared in private?

Lockhart handed out test papers, which was quite unaccustomed.

Other professors waved their magic wands, but he passed them one by one, one by one.

"I'll give you thirty minutes, let's start now!" Lockhart clapped his hands, triumphantly, after sending the last picture.

Harry, expressionless, crumpled it into a ball.

very good…

Mr. Lockhart never fails to surprise.

He thought Lockhart would ask some useful things - such as those little stories hidden in the book about dealing with trolls, werewolves, and banshees, which accounted for less than one tenth, maybe less than one twentieth of the book. Knowledge points.

result……

"What's Lockhart's favorite color?"

"What is Lockhart's secret ambition?"

"Lockhart's birthday, and what birthday present do you want most?"

In fact, they were not studying Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Lockhart Institute?

Half an hour later.

Lockhart collected the test paper: "Mr. Potter did not hand in the paper, which may make everyone confused. In fact, I have communicated with him privately, and he has already answered these questions. I will tell you secretly that his answer is full marks."

"Twenty points to Gryffindor!"

Harry stared straight at him with an expressionless expression.

Lockhart buried his head and turned over the test paper. After a while, he was a little surprised: "Who is Miss Hermione Granger? She also got perfect marks!"

Can anyone really answer them all?

Hermione, as expressionless as Harry, raised her hands.

"Another Gryffindor?"

"Then add another twenty points!"

Thanks to electronic reptiles and book friends with tail number 4171 for the reward.

Note: The dancing spell causing volcanic eruptions is an official setting.

Today I will try my best to make up for what I owed yesterday!

Very good condition today!