night

Lockhart lay in bed and regretted that he had been in the wizarding world for more than a decade, relying on amnesia to sneak up on countless wizards and gain their memories...... Almost never missed.

But it's only been half a year since I came to Hogwarts, and it's almost a bad year, and I've eaten enough of the losses I haven't suffered in the first half of my life.

But he didn't dare to leave, and he left his job suddenly after less than a year, and he had to pay too much according to the contract, and he had to publish a newspaper to clarify the reason for leaving school......

This was a fatal blow to his future career.

Lockhart still wants to participate in the election of the Minister of Magic in the future, and he can't leave a stain.

But don't go, so often hurt every day, Lockhart can't stand it.

You say you're idle, what kind of dueling club is held, isn't it cheap?

Lockhart raised his arm to slap himself, but when his bandaged hand did, the pain was excruciating, as if hundreds of ants had devoured him.

Lockhart groaned in pain again.

Just then, the door to the ward was opened, and Madam Pomfrey came up with a potion, and she said with a straight face:

"Professor Lockhart, it's time for the pills!"

Lockhart took the potion with his uninjured left hand, and he looked at the silt-like potion, and couldn't help frowning:

"Can you drink this thing, Madam Pomfrey?"

"This is piercing keel spur water...... Specializes in eliminating bone fragments from your body. Madam Pomfrey explained softly:

"After drinking, get some sleep, and it should be fine soon."

"But it's too ......," Lockhart grimaced.

"Good medicine is bitter." Madam Pomfrey persuaded.

"Madam Pomfrey, tell me the truth, is this Snape?!" Lockhart stared at Madam Pomfrey.

He had discovered that Snape had serious ill will towards him, and if it was really a potion made by Snape, he would definitely not drink it.

"This ......," Madam Pomfrey hesitated, "I really didn't make it up to Professor Snape, I definitely don't lie to you!" ”

"Okay."

Lockhart was relieved, he took the potion, sniffed it, and almost threw up.

He hurriedly took out a large piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, then pinched his nose and smothered the potion in one gulp.

Lockhart suddenly foamed at the mouth, and his whole body convulsed on the bed, and he whimpered:

"This medicine...... Toxic ......"

"Professor Lockhart, Professor Lockhart...... Come on! ”

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Lockhart's condition suddenly deteriorated and he was urgently transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Wizardry...... The news quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.

According to Madam Pomfrey, Lockhart is not in danger of life, but may not be back until after Christmas.

When Neville and Hannah heard the news, they were terrified for days, fearing that a group of Aurors would suddenly appear and take them to Azkaban.

Hannah even prepared for the end of the world, and the little girl went to the kitchen when she had nothing to do, and asked the house-elves to make food that would last a long time......

She and Neville eat on their way to escape!

Fortunately, the school's final characterization was a work injury, not potion poisoning, which relieved Neville and Hannah.

Lockhart's "hard work" for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is indeed tearful, but even more tearful is Professor Snape......

With a shortage of teachers at Hogwarts, he consciously took on the role of Acting Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

If it weren't for Professor Binns, who didn't want to be paid, this year's Teacher Model Worker Award would definitely be none other than Snape!

Snape returned to his role as acting Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and on his first day he got the trolls, and he used a single spell to defeat them, and then had the young wizard practice with them.

Although those who don't like Snape still don't like him, they have to admit it...... Snape's teaching was really high.

It can only be said that there is no harm without contrast!

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As we enter December, the Christmas holidays are approaching when the sky is snowing.

Although it was the first snow, it was like goose feathers, and Hogwarts soon accumulated a thick layer of snow.

After Filch was wounded, Hagrid was given the task of removing the snow every day, and he carried a large basket on his back every day, like a shoveler, into the basket and threw it into the open space outside the castle.

Soon, a small snow-capped mountain appeared in the school, and under Dumbledore's magic, it turned into a large snow wither.

It was fun, but it was so cold that the students were crammed into the lounge every day except for class.

Professor Flitwick taught a spell called the Warming Charm, which warms up the body with a single tap on the head.

But the downside of this magic is that it is easy to get thirsty.

Therefore, each student is holding a thermos cup, like a retired grandfather.

Professor McGonagall also teaches how to turn snowballs into flames, but the flames are too cold to ignite anything.

As a result, students can often be seen fighting "fire" battles in the lounge, throwing fireballs at each other.

In the herb class, each young wizard must also endure the cold and dress the mandrake with clothes, socks and scarves.

Mandrakes are also afraid of the cold and can easily freeze to death.

Rove also secretly left a few small dresses for the sniffers as Christmas presents this year.

Rove's elixir was not boiled, but fortunately, there were no recent attacks, and he focused all his attention on gathering intelligence on Smith's mansion.

Sitting in the library, Rove was flipping through a book when hurried footsteps suddenly sounded beside him.

Rove looked up and saw that it was Hermione and Shirley who had walked over and placed a handful of old newspapers in front of him.

"Rove." Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she excitedly said, "You want information about the Smith family!" ”

Rove picked up the Daily Prophet and stared at the yellowed photo of the event.

It was a fifty-year-old newspaper with a picture of a fat old witch wearing a delicate ginger wig.

The caption below the photo is:

Descendants of Hufflepuff...... Hepziba Smith, a well-known collector, was found dead today at Smith's house.

The Ministry of Magic has determined that Hepzibah Smith's house-elf Hao Qi is suspected of a major crime, and he has placed poison in his evening cocoa tea......

Once again, we have to reiterate the safety of house-elves......

Rove knew that it was actually Tom Riddle's doing, and that he had blamed the house-elves in order to get the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and the Slytherin Pendant.

Shirley quickly handed over another piece of paper, and the boy glanced at the headline:

Because of the ghost of Smith's old mansion, Hepzibah Smith's niece and granddaughter sold the old mansion.

It is reported that the owner of the Borgin Burke store bought the entire collection in the old mansion......

Rove frowned.

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