Chapter 49 The Erudite Miss Granger (please read~)

Harry took out his horns and put them on the table.

The reverse spiral pattern is at right angles, glowing with a shiny black and purple color, and there is an ominous aura coming towards the face.

"Where are you going to make the medicine?" Hermione carefully picked up one.

"Material processing, just in the dormitory." Harry answered.

Polyjuice Potion is a very time-consuming potion.

The most troublesome thing is not the magical ingredients, but the lacewings that need to be boiled for twenty-one days - these creatures, also known as "aphids", are so small that their body length is no longer than a fingernail.

You can't just make it hot, put the pot on the stove, and then let it go.

It won't take more than a day for the insects to boil.

You have to use magic power to maintain its stability at all times.

"Oh, hello, little wizards!" Lockhart waved his hand, "I am discussing with Professor Sprout how to better grow herbs."

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

"I guess we haven't gotten to know each other well enough to call each other on a first-name basis," Harry said as he walked towards him.

They need to wear earmuffs or they will miss the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the semester.

There are also some advanced potions books, and it is impossible for Snape to approve them.

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

The young wizards were very interested in this spell, and even if Professor Flitwick ended up assigning a five-inch long paper, they had no objection.

There was a Charms class in the morning, and Flitwick recovered a lot, and the dark circles under his eyes faded a bit.

Where have you heard it?

There are also many classes on Friday.

"You are the professor." Harry took back his wand, "Maybe I have some needs, such as applying for books in the restricted area, or other things, and I want your help."

Hermione and Ron wanted to ask Harry what they said outside, but unfortunately... there was no chance in this class.

"Then add another twenty points!"

Lockhart buried his head and turned over the test paper. After a while, he was a little surprised: "Who is Miss Hermione Granger? She also got perfect marks!"

This made him confused.

Lockhart was stunned.

"I'll give you thirty minutes, let's start now!" After sending the last picture, Lockhart clapped his hands, feeling proud.

In this lesson they will learn a very powerful prank spell - the tarantella.

Sprout interrupted him forcefully: "The third greenhouse today!"

Sprout retracted his hand into his robe, wishing he could take out his wand on the spot and curse him fiercely.

Hermione agreed.

Beneath his grandiose appearance, he actually has a pragmatic heart. On the surface, he doesn't appear to be serious about teaching, but in fact, he is very well prepared in private?

Lockhart handed out test papers, which made people very uncomfortable.

Lockhart waved his hand: "I have something I want to talk to Harry about. You know, there are always some little secrets among outstanding wizards. You shouldn't mind?"

Other professors waved their magic wands, but he passed them one by one, one by one.

"Twenty points to Gryffindor!"

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

"Harry." Lockhart waved to him.

Lockhart was even more flamboyant than Harry thought.

These words... sound familiar?

They walked out of the castle and went to the greenhouse. Professor Sprout had a straight face. The reason why she felt depressed was standing next to her. There was a wizard wearing a blue and gold-rimmed robe and a hat with the same color and a high top.

The pompous "peacock" of the hat.

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

Harry nodded: "That's right, so I made a deal with him. He can borrow some of my reputation. In contrast, his professorship will open the door to me."

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

Half an hour later.

After the Herbology class, there was Defense Against the Dark Arts. The young wizards were looking forward to Lockhart's class - they felt that they had finally met a reliable professor.

The only bargaining chips he could offer were fame, galleons, and some knowledge, but none of them seemed attractive to Harry.

"No, I'm very..." Sprout refused decisively.

This step wasn't dangerous, just troublesome, and Harry planned to do it in his bedroom - as long as Seamus didn't point his wand at it, there would be no problem.

"A professor loses to a second-year wizard." Harry interrupted, "What honor will this get?"

Harry was never able to get permission to borrow it.

Harry, expressionless, crumpled it into a ball.

"For example, a restricted book area or something."

Professor Flitwick is right.

"What's Lockhart's favorite color?"

"Professor—Lockhart!" She lengthened her tone, making the whole title look like two independent sentences. "It's time for me to go to class now. Please go back and prepare for your class as soon as possible."

"However, I only heard about you when I came to school. I drew the Sword of Gryffindor right after I entered school. Oh my god, I really don't know what Skeeter was doing. The Daily Prophet didn't even publish a single word about it."

"Then let's take a small test first. Don't be afraid. I just want to see how well you read and how much you have understood." Lockhart said softly.

Flitwick was very fond of this spell, especially when dealing with Harry.

Lockhart froze and smiled.

"I don't mind if you use my name a little bit." Harry said in a cold tone, "But I don't want you to cause me any trouble or trouble."

Lockhart's expression was filled with joy: "I know Mr. Potter, you are a smart man. We are both excellent wizards, so we should mutually..."

A dance spell that makes people dance uncontrollably.

"Maybe they want to borrow Harry's fame again?" Hermione guessed.

It is a compound fragrance of henbane petals, honey, and calamus root.

Ron couldn't hold back and complained in a low voice: "It's obviously a mandatory requirement on the book list, but it seems like we are taking the initiative."

"only you……"

He thought Lockhart would ask some useful things - such as the little stories hidden in the book about dealing with trolls, werewolves, and banshees, which accounted for less than one tenth, maybe less than one twentieth of the book.

Knowledge points.

"Professor Snape should like you very much. After all, there are very few wizards with troll heads."

No matter how outrageous, no one would want to borrow the fame of a little boy.

Lockhart also uses it.

Harry said nothing.

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

Today's herbal medicine class is going to learn about a somewhat dangerous plant, mandrake. It is alive and its crying can make people comatose.

As he said that, he said meaningfully: "But I don't want you to think that I am better at herbalism than your herbalism professor. I just happened to encounter some magical plants during my travels..."

"Professor, I hope you have something serious to do with me." Harry walked up to him and looked up at him, "and not something ridiculous."

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

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lockhart himself: "Thank you, my dear Pomona, I knew it."

"Please don't talk nonsense." Harry was very polite and took out his wand.

"Wizard Weekly's Worst Embarrassment Award?"

Hermione thought thoughtfully.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Wait until the herbal medicine class is over.

The first class in the afternoon is herbal medicine class.

very good…

It was obviously just a class period, so he changed his robe again, from cyan to bright red, with shiny silver edges, and styled his hair again and sprayed it with rich perfume.
To be continued...