McGoth was busy, and he had received a note from Snape the morning two days before.

At first, he was a little looking forward to how Snape would train him this year, because of Viadandy's existence, his magic power is very abundant now, and the shortcoming is actual combat experience. But to his regret, Snape's request this year was for him to succeed in refining the mana growth potion.

In the evening, when he went to his office, McGoth euphemistically expressed whether he could conduct actual combat training, but he was ridiculed and had to sit at the table honestly and read the formula. Fortunately, although this potion is more difficult to make, he still knows all the materials, looking at the list of potion names above, thinking of their prices makes him a little embarrassed, he really can't figure out why Snape has to use this kind of chicken potion as a requirement.

Salamander's blood, Snape's note to him explains that this material can be very unstable when fused into potions, so be especially careful. McGoth found the sealed test tube with the word salamander on it, and looked at the hot gas that was still rising inside, and he didn't have to guess that the magic contained was not low.

Then he carefully examined all the materials he needed. Especially the most expensive one, a single gram of nocturnal grass that has been floating in and out of Galleons for 100 gold. A mysterious magical plant that is said to be able to move its roots out of the soil when its magic reaches a certain level, and it is completely by luck to catch it, and the book introduces that a fully grown nocturnal grass can have several thousand grams, and it is not a dream to get rich overnight if you really catch it and sell it. It's a pity that the nocturnal grass here has become grass foam, otherwise it can still grow and see.

Time flies when he's serious, and if it weren't for Snape asking him to leave, he thought he had only been here for an hour or so, but when he looked at his watch, he realized that it was almost 11 o'clock.

On the way back, he also met a bitter-faced Harry, who was not at all surprised, as Harry had been busier than him lately, and had to be asked by Lohartra to help him sign autographs for his fans in addition to the necessary Quidditch training.

"How does it feel to sign someone else?" McGoth asked sympathetically.

"It's terrible." Harry was frustrated, "I feel like I've almost forgotten how to write my name, and I'm going to write Gilderoy for him tens of thousands of times a day. Lockhart, can't he write it himself, just control a few more quills. ”

"How can that be useful to the savior Harry. It's tempting for Potter to sign autographs for himself. McGoth patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"I really can't figure out what those wizards who ask him to sign just those words mean, just write them down yourself."

"Don't complain, you're okay, at most it's just writing, I'm miserable, and I don't know if I can play the task that Snape gave me this school year."

Harry glanced at him sympathetically, he knew what Magos's mission was, and went to the library to check it, but the result was not to mention the formula, just those materials made him unbearable, he put himself in his shoes and thought about it, well, it's better to write.

As they laughed and talked, a ghost suddenly emerged from a nearby wall.

"It's Peeves, oh, bad luck." Peeves appeared so suddenly that it was too late for Harry to hide when he saw it.

"Look who this is, the famous Harry. Potter didn't sleep at night and was still running around. Peeves scoffed in a shrill voice.

"Shut up, Peeves, Professor Lockhart asked me to help." Harry was furious.

"Huh." Peeves ignored him and floated in front of Magos.

"Little Will, do you remember what you promised me?"

"Yes." Magos nodded.

"That's good, although I will remind you if you forget, my request is to let me attend the death party of Nick, who almost lost his head, he invited all the ghosts, but he didn't let me go, it was too much." Peeves cried out indignantly.

McGoss's mouth twitched, you're not talking nonsense, with your temperament, who would dare to invite you. He looked at Peeves with some confusion, this matter is really hard to refuse, first nodded and agreed, and then discussed it with him when he met Nick.

Seeing that McGoth agreed, Peeves happily floated up and down the hallway, shouting that he was going to the party, as if he wasn't worried about what to do if McGoth didn't get to the deal with Nick.

Harry watched Peeves drift away and asked McGoth in disbelief, "Why did you promise him, Nick wouldn't have agreed to him." ”

McGoth smiled bitterly, "I promised him to help him twice last year, but I didn't expect him to use it here, do you think he cares if Nick agrees, he came to tell me that I will carry this pit, and when the time comes, he will go regardless of whether Nick agrees or not, anyway, Nick will definitely push me if he investigates it." ”

"Then you promise ......" Harry had nothing more to say.

"Otherwise, he'll be harassing us until Nick's death party until I agree or pass."

Harry thought about it, really, with Peeves' personality doing such a thing completely.

"And what are you going to say to Nick?"

"I'll see when the time comes, I've decided this pot anyway."

The next day, Hermione and the others learned from Harry that McGoth had promised Peeves, and unsurprisingly, no one thought he would be able to convince Nick to let Peeves attend his death party.

"Try it, tell Nick if you meet him, I'll look for him." McGoth wasn't confident that he could convince Nick either, so let's be a dead horse doctor.

This afternoon's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was a Ravenclaw class, unlike the elves that Lockhart talked about earlier, goblins and ooze monsters and other magical animals that are almost dangerous, he talked about this class is much more advanced, he first asked them to take out the book he wrote "Wandering with Werewolves", which is not a story about a wizard and a werewolf who love and adventure with each other, but about a wizard who is targeted by an evil werewolf, and wastes a lot of strength and almost dies several times to get rid of the werewolf's pursuit, Then, after recovering from his injuries, he tried to help Fa take revenge on the werewolf, and finally succeeded in capturing the werewolf and sending it to Azkaban. The latter paragraph of McGoth thinks that he made it up himself, otherwise if the wizard who was hidden by him from his memory could not be known, it is nothing to be able to avoid werewolves, but it is not easy to catch a werewolf.

This lesson is Lockhart's first-person account of that thrilling time. The little wizards below were also full of nervousness, as if the wizard who was targeted by the werewolf was them, Lockhart's eloquence was not blown, even if he knew that this was not what he had really experienced, McGoth listened to it, and it was even more thrilling than the Count of Monte Cristo that he had seen when he was a child.

When he had finished his speech, the lesson was over, and the little wizards woke up from the world that Lockhart had constructed.

Lockhart looked at the little wizards who looked at him proudly, "Very good, it seems that you all listen to my lecture carefully, the homework for this class is to imagine what you will do if you meet a werewolf, I will check it in the next class, and besides, I will allow you to use my experience." ”

After leaving the classroom, Ron hugged the book and said, "I suddenly don't hate Professor Lockhart, although he seems to be arrogant and narcissistic, he does have the ability, and it must be even more thrilling if the history of magic class fantasized about the contents of that book." ”

Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione was delighted with her friend's transformation, with a look on her face that I was right.