Ivan held his wand close to the wall, and only then did he see that the paintings on the wall were some suffering people, these humans all had hideous wounds or bizarre twisted bodies, and they looked extremely strange under the light of night and the fluorescence of the wand....

"It's really Snape's style," Ivan said, looking at the pictures on the wall.

If he remembered correctly, Snape had made a bunch of the same drawings in the classroom when he was the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor in the original plane.

It may have been that Slughorn, who was a Potions professor at the time, didn't like such a shady style, so Snape brought the decorations with him.

[Ding, I have explored the Potions classroom, and the current exploration progress is fifty-four!] 】

After walking around, the system's prompt sounded in Ivan's mind, but Ivan did not leave immediately, but found it in the cabinet where the old books were kept.

"This should be it!" Ivan didn't look long before he found what he was looking for in a pile of books.

It was a tattered-looking book titled Advanced Potions Making.

Ivan flipped through the pages and found that they had been altered a lot, and he had written a lot of notes and notes in the blank spaces.

If someone else gets it, they will think that this is a scribbling on the book by a student who can't do it, after all, many of the annotations on it are completely contrary to the content of the textbook.

In some places, it was even blackened, and even a few lines of textbook content were rudely crossed out, so that nothing could be read clearly.

But Ivan knew that this was the Potions textbook used by Snape, the most capable potions master in the wizarding world today, when he was a student, in addition to the knowledge of potions, it also recorded several self-created spells...

Ivan looked at the traces of the alteration of the book, and couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly,

In sixth year, Snape dared to question the content of the textbook and research more effective potion recipes, which was simply too strong...

In comparison, the students of these classes were obviously much weaker, and none of them could reach Snape's level in the study of magic.

Putting away the old textbook in his pocket, Ivan tidied up the cabinet that he had messed up, and left the Potions classroom professor, not forgetting to reset the door lock before leaving, so as not to be discovered.

One night, Ivan, having visited dozens of classrooms, returned to the door of the Gryffindor common room before dawn and read the password.

"Sleeping Lion!"

On the painting hanging in front of the passage, the fat lady who was dozing was startled, she opened her eyes wide, looked ahead, but saw nothing, only a dark patch.

"It has to be you, right? Porter? The next time you tease me like this in an invisibility cloak, I won't open the door for you!" The fat lady frowned and said very dissatisfied, but still got out of the way, revealing the circular passage behind her.

Sorry, I'm not Potter...

Ivan shrugged his shoulders, didn't reply, and slipped into the passage.

When he returned to the dormitory, several people on the bed were resting, Harry was holding the quilt and muttering something, Ron was snoring, and the others had no intention of waking up.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to go to bed to catch up on sleep, there was still class the next day..

In the next few days, Ivan explored all the classrooms and secret passages that he had not been to, and the progress of the exploration slowly moved towards the sixty mark.

But not everything went smoothly, at least in the second Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Ivan encountered some things that didn't go his way.

"Eleven people! Eleven people got a perfect score on this questionnaire! Of course... In fact, I was expecting more..."

Lockhart looked excited as he collected all the questionnaires and took the papers to comment.

"One thing that surprised me was... Porter! Harry Potter! And Ivan Hals! With that, Lockhart raised his voice.

Ivan reluctantly stood up in front of everyone's attention, knowing that he wouldn't write the questionnaire...

Harry, who also stood up on the side, also had a bitter face and a depressed face.

"I didn't expect you to remember everything about me, and in light of that, I'm going to add twenty points to each of you!" Lockhart directly ignored the expressions on the faces of the two and said happily.

He never expected that the two celebrities in the school would be his fans, which made him less repulsive to both of them.

"To be honest, I don't mind having an intimate photo with you after class!" Lockhart winked playfully.

"No, I have other things to do when I get out of class, Professor!" Ivan did not hesitate to refuse Lockhart's request for a group photo.

Lockhart looked at Harry in disappointment, who shook his head facelessly.

After sitting down, Ivan didn't get a tone from the system, and it looked like this type of bonus was not recognized by the system.

This made Ivan dispel the idea of relying on Lockhart to brush up his grade points this semester.

After a brief loss, Lockhart quickly recovered, picked up the book "Wandering with Werewolves" on the table, and said to the crowd.

"Now let's get to class, and today I'm going to tell you how to deal with a werewolf!"

"Mr. Neville-Longbottom," Lockhart shouted, turning his head to the front row on the left, but he didn't see Chubby.

Lockhart was wondering, and Neville, who was sitting in the corner at this time, stood up slightly trembling and wanted to refuse, but Lockhart didn't give him this opportunity and said happily.

"Mr. Longbottom, I think you did a good job in the last class, so it's up to you to play the werewolf today!"

Neville walked to the podium with a bitter face, accompanying Lockhart in a clumsy performance, sometimes playing the role of a dark wizard defeated by Lockhart, and falling to the ground as if he were injured when Lockhart pulled out his wand.

Ivan watched it with relish offstage, and it was still very good when it was a comedy performance, not to mention that many of the plots in it were real, but the protagonist was not Lockhart.

The diary on the table slowly opened the pages, and the black ink on it turned into a line of text.

[Are all the professors at Hogwarts of this level now?] Tell a story to students in class? 】

Ivan rolled his eyes, whose credit do you think this is?

If you hadn't made a curse, Dumbledore wouldn't have to worry about choosing a Defence Against the Dark Arts class every year.

The people in the wizarding world who are capable of this position have either been here for a year and have been unlucky, or they have heard the wind and directly refused...

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