Chapter 133 Compound Decoction

Lockhart danced with Harry on stage, using the easy-to-use Harry card props as he pleased. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Harry, that's it, and call. Yes, yes, at a higher level. The expression is a little richer, and it's good. ”

"Then the fur on his body, the sharp fangs disappeared, and he became an ordinary person, and I saved him, I saved the village. This village will always remember me as the hero who saved them, and I saved them from the terrible fate of being attacked by werewolves every month. ”

Finally, in the middle of Harry's life, the bell rang for the end of class.

Lockhart continued, "But it takes a lot of strength, and only a powerful wizard like me can do it, so don't try to imitate it. ”

"Finally, it's homework, and you'll need to write a hymn based on my victory over Wagga the werewolf. Well, thanks to my generosity, you've made a lot of money. Lockhart smiled his trademark smile and showed his shiny white teeth.

The classmates had left, and Harry walked to the back of the classroom, where Ron and Hermione were waiting.

"That's it. Harry whispered, encouraging Hermione.

Hermione looked around, "Wait until everybody gets farther away." Then she cheered herself up, "All right." ”

She walked towards Lockhart on the other side of the podium, clutching a note in her hand, trembling slightly, Ron and Harry following behind her.

"Professor Lockhart. Hermione stammered, "I think... I would like to borrow a book from the library and get some background from it. ”

She held up the note in her hand, desperately trying to keep her hand from shaking too much, "However, this book is stored in the forbidden area of the library, and it needs the teacher's signature and consent to borrow it." I believe that borrowing this book will help me better understand the poison of latent attacks that you wrote about in Walking with Ghouls. ”

"Ah, it's the book of Walking with Ghouls!" Lockhart took the note from Hermione's hand, a warm smile on his face, showing his shiny white teeth, "This is probably my favorite book, do you like it?"

"Oh, of course. Hermione said enthusiastically, squeezing a smile on her face, "You're so good at catching the last ghoul with a filter." ”

Listening to Hermione's compliments, and listening to her talk about the wonderful passages in the book, Lockhart smiled even more happily, "Well, I'm sure no one has any reason to object, and I give a little extra help to the best students." He pulled out a beautiful peacock brush and signed his name in beautiful floral letters.

"yes, it's beautiful, very nice. Lockhart had a pleasant smile on his face, "I usually only use it when I'm signing a book." ”

Hermione frantically folded the note and put it in her backpack.

Lockhart turned his gaze to Harry and continued, "Harry, tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor House vs. Slytherin. I've heard you're a great Seeker, and that's awesome, just like when I was younger. ”

"I was also the best Seeker at the time, and they wanted me to go to the national team. But I refused, preferring to use my life's experience to destroy evil. However, if you need some guidance from the best of the national team, I can give you a little kick-start. You can come to me, I would be happy to pass on my experience to young people, it will be very rewarding for you. ”

Harry grunted indistinctly, and hurried out of the classroom after Hermione and Ronder.

"I can't believe it. Harry looked incredulous as the trio scrutinized the signatures on the note, "He didn't even look at what book we wanted to borrow. ”

"Because he's an idiot, completely brainless. Ron was indignant, he would rather not have these, he would rather not be able to borrow this book, anyway they all had big cocks, don't worry about basilisks.

"It's because I'm using a good way to get what we want. Hermione said with a relaxed expression, completely forgetting her panic and nervousness.

"Whatever, everything you need is there anyway. Ron followed them to the library disapprovingly.

Walking into the quiet and dreary library, they unconsciously lowered their voices, Mrs. Pince of the library was not a good person to get along with.

To be precise, she was a very grumpy, emaciated shrewd woman, and she was like a malnourished vulture who looked at all the students as if she were prey.

"Potions of Might?" she said suspiciously, snatching the note from Hermione's hand.

Mrs. Pince held the note aloft and shone it into the light, finally making sure that it was not a forgery. She strode into the tall bookshelves, and after a few minutes she came back, a thick, musty-smelling book in her hand.

Hermione carefully put the book in her backpack and quietly counted her steps, so as not to walk too fast and reveal the uneasiness in her heart.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the dilapidated bathroom where the weeping Myrtle was staying, and there was hardly anyone coming here since Myrtle was frantically torturing all the girls who came to the toilet.

Ron didn't want to go into the women's restroom at all, but his objections were useless. Hermione rightfully pointed out that it was because no one in their right mind would want to come here that it was the safest.

So that their actions will not be discovered by others, and as for the weeping myrtle, she cries hers and calls her, as long as you ignore her. They don't need to stay here for long either.

Hermione cautiously opened the "Powerful Potion", and the three of them all tilted their heads and looked at the dense text and illustrations on it.

No wonder this book is listed as a banned book, some of the potions in the book are really terrible. I can't imagine how a wizard could have thought of such an elixir.

One of the horrible illustrations, a man turned inside out, his flesh and bones completely exposed, horrible and disgusting. Even more terrifying, a witch had a lot of arms coming out of her head, more like a demon than a demon monster.

Hermione didn't dare to look at the horrible potion, she quickly rummaged through the compound potion, muttering, "The compound... Compound... Here it is. She said excitedly, gesturing to the words of the relapse decoction.

Harry couldn't be happier, he followed Hermione's finger and saw a couple of little people in the illustration, who were becoming someone else. But there was a look of extreme pain on his face, and Harry didn't think it was just for the sake of good drawing.

(To be continued.) )