Over the next few days, Lockhart had to not only prepare lessons and practice his spells...... I had to think about what I could say to make the Chinese wizard reveal something...... In short, there are more and more things -

"Harry has been enchanted and has fallen in love with Romida Vanney?" Lockhart was a little dizzy when he listened, shouldn't this be Ron's plot. "What's going on. ”

"It's my fault. Hermione said anxiously and ashamedly, "Because I've used that kind of thing too, I didn't have the embarrassment to tell Harry to be careful after hearing about those girls' plans." ”

"You know someone who wants to give Harry an aphrodisiac without reminding him?" Lockhart asked, "just because you've used it on me, too......

"I'm sorry, Professor......" Hermione lowered her head, "what now, Ginny has already quarreled with Harry, and now Harry is clamoring to find Romida Vanney, and Ron has stopped him......"

"What's the use of finding me, Madame Pom, or the Potions professor!" Lockhart amused, "Take me there, and we'll send him to Professor Slughorn." ”

Lockhart arrives in the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Neville are pressing Harry, and Ginny is probably angry and hiding in the dorm.

"Let go of me, I'm going to find Romida Vanney, where is she?"

"Get him in his dorm, I don't know when Romida will be back!" Ron shouted at Neville.

Looking at the wolf bèi of the savior, Lockhart was a little amused, took out his wand and gave him a weakness charm: "You two, help him to come with me." ”

"Is there anything you can do about the professor's arrival?" Ron asked expectantly.

"No...... No ......" Harry still struggled, but unfortunately he was weak.

"We'll take you to Romida!" Seeing that Harry was not honest, Hermione quickly deceived him.

"Romida Vanny," Harry said softly, his whole face lit up, as if it were shining through the purest rays of sunlight. Then Harry was helped up without a struggle to the Potions professor's office.

"Professor Slughorn!" Lockhart shouted, only to knock on the door and open. Slughorn looked at Lockhart and several of the students behind him in surprise.

"What's going on?" he asked curiously, "Harry, what's wrong with him?"

"He accidentally took the aphrodisiac," Hermione said quickly, "could you please give him some antidote?" we wanted to take him to Madame Pomli, but we thought you should be more professional......

"I thought you could deal with that, Gildero. Slughorn said, "Let him in." ”

Ron and Neville helped Harry inside, and as soon as Harry entered the house, he looked around for the girl he wanted to see, "Romida Vanney, where is she?"

"Oh, you talk to him for a while, and I'll dispense the medicine. ”

Harry's eyes lit up, "I can't see her, Professor—did you hide her?"

"Well, she'll be here in a moment!" Slughorn began to look at Harry with interest as he dispensed the antidote, "Don't you like Ginny?"

"I want Romida Vanney!"

"Alright, alright, I'll be right there. Ron gasped, he was fighting Harry right now, but luckily Lockhart had given Harry a Weakness Charm, "Hurry up, Professor." He pleaded.

"Right now," Slughorn nodded, his men non-stop. "I have necessities in my bag, this antidote is not difficult to ......"

"Why hasn't she arrived yet!" Harry shouted, Slughorn expertly crafting the antidote, adding a little bit of this and that to a small crystal bottle.

Lockhart crossed his chest and watched Slughorn dispense the potion, the Potions Master lived up to his name, and the configuration of this simple antidote was almost as quick and natural as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times.

"She's already knocking on the door," Slughorn handed Harry a clear liquid, "drink it, be emboldened, and keep you calm when she comes." ”

"Good. Harry said impatiently, grunting and drinking the antidote. "Now go open the door. ”

A crowd of people watched him. For a moment, Harry looked at them with a grin, and then, slowly, slowly, his smile faded into utter trepidation.

"Restored?" Lockhart asked with a smile, and Slughorn chuckled.

"Oh no, what happened, what did I say to Ginny!" Harry stood up nervously, "I need to go back and explain to her right away!"

"Don't worry, kid, don't worry. Slughorn said that Harry had just come off the effects of the drug and was a little weak. "Titi spirit, this is what you need right now. Slughorn continued, hurrying over to a table full of drinks, "I have butterbeer, wine, and the last bottle of oak-aged mead...... Well...... Why don't we open it and celebrate the success of the Messiah from the drug, and there is no better way to dispel the pain of love disillusionment than with a glass of good wine......"

Lockhart was alert, if he remembered correctly, Slughorn now had a bottle of poisoned wine next to him, and it seemed to be mead?

"Come," said Slughorn, handing each of them a glass of mead, holding up the glass, "taste it, good wine!"

"Thank you, Professor!" Hermione, Ron, and Neville all said politely, while Harry raised his glass to drink.

"Wait!" Lockhart stopped Harry.

Slughorn looked at Lockhart strangely: "What's the matter, Gildero, do you want to be the first to taste this wine?"

"No......," Lockhart wondered how to tell them that the wine might be poisonous, "I sensed the smell of danger from the bottle......"

"You mean there's poison in the wine?" Slughorn was suddenly unhappy and put down his glass, "As a Potions professor, I can tell if there is poison in the wine by smelling it!"

"No, no, no, it doesn't have to be poisonous, it could be black magic. Lockhart hastened to explain to him.

Slughorn was even more dissatisfied: "What reason do I have to hurt you!"

"Professor, you're thinking too much......" Ron and Neville held their glasses, not drinking, not putting them down.

Lockhart sweated a little on his forehead, and the feeling of knowing something but not being able to say it was terrible: "I'm sorry, Professor Slughorn, my instincts have always been accurate. Jim!"

Lockhart decisively summoned his house-elf, and Jim appeared from the void with a crackle: "Master, do you have any orders!"

"Taste this wine!" Lockhart handed the glass to Jim amid the strange looks of several people.

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"No!" Although Slughorn was dissatisfied, he didn't stop it, but Hermione's love overflowed, and he jumped out all of a sudden, and stopped the elf from drinking with red eyes: "Why let the elves taste it, are they born to be cheap, do they have to do this kind of thing, I'll taste it!"

"Don't ......" Seeing that Hermione was about to take the drink, Lockhart grabbed her wrist, "Okay! ”

Lockhart angrily raised his glass and took a gentle sip of the mead, there was nothing wrong with the taste, the aroma was rich and the mouth was smooth...... Under the watchful eyes of several people, Lockhart swallowed a small sip of wine in his mouth.

...... Suddenly a feeling of difficulty breathing came, and Lockhart fell back onto the couch and sat down next to Harry, feeling like the world was spinning and it was dark in front of him......

"Gildero?" Slughorn's nervous voice came.

"Professor!" Before falling unconscious, Lockhart felt someone pounce on him, "find a way to ......"

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(The editor urged me to enter V, originally I wanted to wait for the end of this volume and start writing my own original plot before entering V, but now it may be early...... Ask for a referral ticket!)