Harry pulled out his horns and placed them on the table.

The reverse spiral pattern is at a right angle, glowing with oily black and purple, and there is an ominous breath on the face.

"Where are you going to boil the medicine?" Hermione cautiously picked one up.

"Material processing, let's be in the dormitory." Harry replied.

Compound decoction is a time-consuming potion.

The most troublesome thing is not the magical materials, but the lacewings, which are boiled for twenty-one days, also known as "aphids", which are so small that they are no longer than fingernails.

You can't just let it burn a little bit and put a pot on the pot, and just leave it alone.

It won't take more than a day for the bugs to melt.

It has to be kept stable by magic at all times.

It wasn't dangerous, it was just a nuisance, and Harry was going to do it in his bedroom—as long as Seamus didn't point his wand at it, there would be no problem.

"Ron, wake up." Hermione took her horn and poked the sleeping little Mr. Weasley, with the thick end, of course.

Ron woke up, threw his head up, and expertly recited the "Basic Law of Gamp's Transfiguration".

After quickly spitting out two sentences, he suddenly realized that he was not in Professor McGonagall's class, and lowered his head: "Harry, are you back?" That thing got ......."

He slowed down another half beat and saw the thing in Hermione's hand: "Looks like I got it." ”

"Go back to sleep."

There are also a lot of classes on Fridays.

There was a Charms class in the morning, and Flitvier recovered a lot, and the dark circles under his eyes disappeared a little.

In this lesson, they will learn a very powerful prank spell - the Tarantella dance.

A dance step spell that can make people start dancing uncontrollably.

Flitwick was fond of the spell, especially against Harry.

This spell can be cast not only on people, but also on still lifes.

There was once a wizard who cast a dance spell on Mount Vesuvius, which eventually caused the volcano to erupt and destroy a city called Pompeii.

The young wizards were intrigued by the spell, and even if Professor Flitwick ended up with a five-inch paper, they didn't have any objections.

The first class in the afternoon was a herbal medicine class.

As they walked out of the castle to the greenhouse, Professor Sprout stood beside her, a pompous "peacock" in a blue and gold-rimmed robe, and a high ornate wizard's hat of the same color.

"Oh, little wizards, hello!" Lockhart waved his hand, "I'm talking to Professor Sprout about how to grow herbs better. ”

As he spoke, he paused meaningfully: "But I don't want you to think that I am better at herbalism than your herbology professor, I just happened to meet some magical plants on my travels......"

Sprout interrupted him forcefully: "Today the third greenhouse!" ”

"Professor—Lockhart!" She lengthened her voice, making the overall title seem like two separate sentences, "Now it's time for me to go to class, please hurry back and prepare for your own class." ”

Lockhart waved his hand: "I have something to talk to Harry, you know, there are always some little secrets between good wizards, you shouldn't mind?" ”

"No, I'm ......," Sprout replied.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lockhart himself: "Thank you, my dear Pomona, I know." ”

Sprout withdrew his hand into his robe, eager to pull out his wand on the spot and cast a few curses on him.

"Harry." Lockhart beckoned to him.

"I don't think we're familiar with calling names." Harry walked over to him, spitting out the words.

Lockhart was stunned.

This said... Sound familiar?

Where do you think you've heard of it?

"Professor, I want you to be serious about looking for me." Harry walked up to him and looked up at him, "Not ridiculous." ”

"Of course, it's a serious matter." Lockhart raised his hand and tried to wrap his arms around Harry's shoulder, but halfway through his movements, there was a sudden phantom pain in his waist, making him shrink his hand and put it back, "Mr. Potter, you are now very famous, and you are a great name in the wizarding world. ”

"Although there is still a slight gap compared to me."

"However, I didn't hear about you until I came to school, and I drew the Gryffindor sword when I entered the school, and oh my god, I don't know what Skeeter is doing, and the Daily Prophet doesn't publish a word at all."

"Please don't talk nonsense." Harry was unceremonious, pulling out his wand.

Lockhart was stunned, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand: "We can cooperate." ”

"I'm a world-renowned wizard and winner of the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row, and I can make you as famous as I am."

"As long as you ......"

Harry flicked his wand, the tip of the wand aimed at his stomach, "Professor, I seem to have said at the beginning, don't say anything ridiculous. ”

"Professor Snape should like you very much, after all, there are not many wizards who really have a troll head."

Lockhart panicked and waved his hand: "I can give you Galleon." ”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Lockhart's expression was delighted: "I knew Mr. Potter, you are a smart man, we are all excellent wizards, so we should ...... each other"

"But I'm not short of money." Harry shook his head, "Potter, you should know the weight of this last name?" ”

The shampoo potion recipe produced by the Potter family is popular in the wizarding world.

Lockhart is also using it.

"Some spells? I know a lot ......" Lockhart continued, the process he was all too familiar with, not just bargaining.

Harry didn't speak.

He immediately changed his words: "Of course, there are many excellent professors at Hogwarts, and you are still Professor McGonagall's favorite student, and there is no shortage of powerful spells. ”

It got him tangled.

All he could use was fame, Garon, and some knowledge, but they didn't seem to be attractive to Harry.

"You're a professor." Harry withdrew his wand, "Maybe I have some needs, such as applying for books in the forbidden area, or something else that I need your help with." ”

Lockhart smiled brightly: "Of course, it's easy. ”

"I wouldn't mind if you used my name a little." Harry's tone was cold, "But I don't want you to cause me any trouble, or trouble. ”

Lockhart frowned, "No, Harry, this ......"

"A professor who lost to a second-year wizard." Harry interrupted him, "What honor will this give?" ”

"Daily Prophet headlines?"

"Wizarding Weekly's most embarrassing award?"

Lockhart's body froze with his smile.

"Very well, then it's decided." Harry nodded, and turned to walk towards the greenhouse.

Professor Flitwick was right.

No matter how outrageous people are, they will never want to borrow the fame of a young boy.

Lockhart is an exception.

Today's herbal class is going to learn about a somewhat dangerous plant, the mandrake, which is alive and can make people unconscious.

Hermione and Ron wanted to ask Harry what they were talking about outside, alas... There was no chance in this lesson.

They need to wear earmuffs or they will miss their first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Wait until the herb class is over.

They took off their earmuffs and walked out of the greenhouse.

"What did Lockhart tell you?" Ron asked impatiently.

"I guess you want to borrow Harry's fame again?" Hermione guessed.

Harry nodded, "That's right, so I made a deal with him, he can borrow some of my fame a little, and in contrast, his professorship will be open to me." ”

"For example, the forbidden book area or something."

The other professors didn't indulge Harry - the Book of Spells, for example, which Harry had heard Flitwick mention more than once, and it contained almost all the spells.

Harry had never been able to get permission to borrow the book.

There were some advanced Potions books, and Snape couldn't have given him a note.

Ron was envious.

Hermione thought thoughtfully.

After the herb class, it was Defence Against the Dark Arts, and the young wizards were looking forward to Lockhart's class—they felt that they had finally met a reliable professor.

Lockhart was even more pompous than Harry had thought.

Obviously it was only the time of one class, but he changed his robe again, changed from cyan to bright red, with shiny silver edges, and his hair was restyled and sprayed with rich perfume.

It is a compound fragrance type mixed with fairy petals, honey, and calamus root.

These three materials are the excipients used in almost all love potions.

After the bombastic self-introduction, Lockhart waved his hand: "I see that you all bought my full set of books, which is good......"

Ron couldn't hold back and whispered: "It's obviously a mandatory requirement on the book list, and it seems that we are very active." ”

Hermione agreed.

"Then let's take a quiz first, don't be afraid, I just want to see how well you read and how much you understand." Lockhart said softly.

This took Harry by surprise.

Under the exaggerated appearance, there is a pragmatic heart, on the surface, he does not look serious about teaching, but in fact, he is very well prepared in private?

Lockhart handed out test papers, which was very unaccustomed.

The other professors waved their wands, and he handed them over one by one.

"Give you thirty minutes, let's start now!" Lockhart finished the last one, clapped his hands, and was triumphant.

Harry was expressionless and crumpled it up.

Very good...

Mr. Lockhart always surprises.

He thought Lockhart would ask for something useful—like the little things in the book that were hidden in the story, dealing with trolls, werewolves, and banshees, and taking up less than a tenth, maybe less than one-twentieth of the book.

Outcome......

"What's Lockhart's favorite color?"

"What is Lockhart's secret ambition?"

"Lockhart's birthday, and what birthday present you want?"

Actually, instead of Defence Against the Dark Arts, they studied the Lockhart Institute?

Half an hour later.

Lockhart put the test paper away: "Mr. Potter did not hand in the paper, which may make everyone wonder about him, in fact, I have communicated with him privately, and he has already answered all of them, and I will tell you secretly that his answer is a perfect score." ”

"Gryffindor plus twenty points!"

Harry stared at him with a blank face.

Lockhart buried his head and flipped through the test papers, and after a while, he was a little surprised: "Who is Miss Hermione Granger?" It's also a perfect score! ”

Can anyone really answer them all?

Hermione, like Harry, raised her hand.

"Another Gryffindor?"

"Then add another twenty points!"