Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 136 Snape: Miss Granger gets 12000 extra points for stirring the cauldron with her left hand ( words)

Dumbledore was not surprised. After observing his "golden boy" for a year and a half, he thought he knew everything about him.

"There are very few young wizards your age who have the courage you have, Harry," said Dumbledore with a smile.

Harry thought, if I were still the second grade me a hundred years ago, I would have a hard time facing Cassandra, let alone the Basilisk.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor," Harry replied with a smile.

Just then, Phineas Black returned to his frame.

When he saw Harry, he smiled and greeted, "Hello, Potter."

Harry turned his head. He didn't expect Phineas to greet him on his own initiative.

He had thought Phineas had stopped wanting to talk to him after the Polyjuice Potion incident.

"Hello, Headmaster Black," Harry replied.

Phineas smiled maliciously, put on his nightcap and climbed into bed.

Dumbledore thought that the two of them had known each other in the headmaster's office before, so he didn't think much about it and said with a smile: "Oh, it seems that you have known each other before - it's strange, Phineas, this is the first time I see you say hello to students from other colleges."

"After all, he is an outstanding student of our school, don't you think, Potter?" Phineas said meaningfully.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Black." Harry replied politely and gracefully.

Seeing the impeccable manners of his former student, Phineas turned over with great satisfaction and fell asleep.

"It seems that he admires you very much, Harry." Dumbledore was a little suspicious, but he didn't think much about it: "This is the first time I see Phineas admire students other than Slytherin so much - you are the first."

"Perhaps he can discover my strengths." Harry raised his eyebrows. "This is exactly what a qualified headmaster needs to do."

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head and said, "Oh no, Harry, you may not know that when Phineas was the headmaster, his reputation was not very good..."

"Really?" Harry smiled noncommittally. He thought that Phineas was indeed a bit annoying, but in fact he had done something that many headmasters could not do.

On the one hand, he brought unity to the four major colleges; on the other hand, the level of Hogwarts graduates when he was the headmaster was much higher than it is today.

If we only look at the results, Phineas is actually more competent than Dumbledore.

When we were in school, everyone thought that happy education was the best, but when the day of exam came or when we met the dark wizard, we realized how precious it was to just sweat a little in school.

After all, Dumbledore was not someone who liked to speak ill of others in person or behind their backs, and he did not tell Harry about Phineas's dark history.

He found an excuse and sent Harry out of the headmaster's office.

After leaving the principal's office, Harry returned to his dormitory.

Sitting on the bed in the dormitory, he was still racking his brains to figure out where the secret room was.

He kept thinking about this all night and didn't fall asleep until the next morning.

"Oh Melina," Ron said with emotion, "Brother, you have such dark circles under your eyes."

"Yeah, just like the panda in the Muggle zoo." Seamus followed up, "I think you need a rest, Harry."

As he spoke, he looked up at the calendar.

"Congratulations, it's Tuesday - but you'll have to wait until the afternoon to get a chance to sleep."

Seamus was referring to History of Magic. After all, it would be a shame not to sleep in Professor Binns' class.

This morning was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Harry came to the hall yawning and ate breakfast in a daze and sluggish manner.

He was carefully weighing the solution he had thought of last night.

There are now two plans in front of him. The first plan is to find the Chamber of Secrets first and eliminate the basilisk - the advantage of doing so is that the threat in Hogwarts can be quickly eliminated, but the disadvantage is also obvious, which is that the diary will continue to lie dormant, and there is no telling when it will jump out like a groundhog and bite someone.

The second plan is to lure the snake out of its hole, making Voldemort, who is hiding in the dark, believe that Dumbledore has left the campus and lifted the martial law - but the downside is that Harry is worried that Voldemort will use the Basilisk to wreak havoc and go completely crazy.

Harry was also absent-minded while eating, and only came to his senses belatedly when he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Here." Ron handed him a mirror, his shoulders shaking and he looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

Hermione did the same. She covered her mouth and looked at Harry leisurely.

Harry picked up the mirror and found that his mouth was stained black with ink.

"Oh my god, Harry." Ron laughed exaggeratedly, "We called you just now, but you didn't even react. You were still dipping your chips into Percy's ink bottle... What on earth were you thinking about? You were so obsessed?"

"Haha..." Harry laughed too, but when he bared his teeth, they were stained black by the ink.

After he finished cleaning it with the spell, he picked up some ketchup.

"I'm thinking about something more important." Harry didn't intend to let them participate in such a dangerous activity. He just said casually: "I'm thinking about what to arrange for you to do in the next duel hut-"

"Didn't you say we were going to have a real fight?" Ron said with a smile, "Unrestricted Spell Competition - that's what it's called, right? I'm very interested."

"I hope you'll be able to laugh then." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. Her woman's intuition told her that Harry was up to no good.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is still a four-in-one times two class. The so-called four-in-one times two means that four colleges are combined into one big course with two classes combined.

After such a long period of study, everyone has a deep understanding of Professor Lockhart's abilities.

He is capable, humorous, handsome, and a star writer. It is hard not to like such a cool professor.

While sitting in the classroom, the students began to talk eagerly, chatting with each other about what they were going to learn that day.

Everyone was looking forward to Professor Lockhart's teaching - every time the students thought of the curse of the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, they couldn't help but feel depressed.

Next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor may not be as outstanding as Professor Lockhart...

Just then, Professor Lockhart also walked out of his office.

He still had his signature smile on his face, leaning on the railing and flirting with everyone.

If we told you that we did this in the first class, some people would find it disgusting - but now almost no one thinks so.

Isn't it normal for a powerful wizard to have a little quirk?

"It's nice to see you all again. It's been a while since I last gave you a lecture... Well, let me see, it's been a full week."

Professor Lockhart leaned on the railing with a smile and said to everyone: "In this class, I need to ask you a few questions - about what we learned a while ago."

"I need to remind you that if you make a mistake, I will deduct points from you mercilessly."

Hearing this, the students let out a miserable sound.

Oh my god, I’m going to deduct points again?
"But if you can answer my questions correctly -" Professor Lockhart looked around, "then I will give extra points to your house."

"Yeah!" The students burst into cheers.

It turns out that there are not only deductions but also bonuses. That’s good.

"Come on, we have to start anyway - you don't need to raise your hands, I'm just randomly checking your completion status."

Professor Lockhart cocked his neck and selected a student to answer the question.

"Mr. Longbottom." He looked at Neville who lowered his head, walked up to him and said, "Don't worry, don't be nervous - the question I want to ask you is... What type of spell is the Inferi most afraid of?"

Hearing this question, Neville felt relieved.

He was quite nervous at first, but this problem... he saw Seamus solve this problem with his own eyes, so how could he forget the big eyeball that caused Malfoy to scream?
"It's a fire spell, Professor," Neville answered clearly.

Professor Lockhart clapped his hands. "Very good, Mr. Longbottom, very good - two points for Gryffindor!"

"It seems that Mr. Longbottom has reviewed well," Professor Lockhart smiled and patted Neville's shoulder, motioning him to sit down. "I am very happy that you can review what you have learned before. As the saying goes, reviewing what you have learned before can bring new gains. I hope you can do this."

"Next question... um, Mr. Nott." Professor Lockhart called on Theodore Nott from Slytherin, "Please try to say three fire-type spells?"

Without thinking, Nott answered, "Incendio, Confringo, and Bombarda, Professor."

"Very good, perfect answer, Mr. Nott, please take a seat, two extra points for Slytherin." Professor Lockhart nodded and called another student: "Um... Miss Abbott, please tell me the characteristics of a demon."

"The goblin is a creature similar to an elf, larger than a goblin, averaging three feet tall, with a long pointed face, and particularly likes the smell of children." Hannah Abbott stood up and answered fluently: "The shrill clucking sound of the goblin will make children fascinated. They use this method to lure children away from their guardians and then eat them."

"Very good," Professor Lockhart motioned for Hannah to sit down. "Very good, Miss Abbott - two points for Hufflepuff."

"Well, Mr. Boot." Lockhart motioned for Ravenclaw Terry Boot to stand up. "Please tell me, how should we deal with the evil spirits?"

"Any offensive spell, professor." Terry replied: "The golem itself is very fragile, and can't even withstand the physical attacks of Muggles. According to Mr. Scamander's record in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", in the last case of the golem attacking people, the golem attacked a six-year-old boy named Bruno Schmidt. However, Bruno smashed his father's foldable crucible on the golem's head and killed it."

Professor Lockhart twitched his lips when he heard Mr. Scamander's name.

Everyone thought it was just a joke among scholars, so they didn't take it too seriously and just laughed in good-natured laughter.

"Yes," Professor Lockhart snorted, "Mr. Scamander is indeed an expert on magical creatures, but I don't want to hear his name in class - one point for Ravenclaw."

Everyone laughed even more, even Hermione.

After all, Hermione had been deducted points by Snape many times for showing off her knowledge, and now someone was being deducted points by the professor for being too talkative. She was actually quite gloating.

Lockhart asked a few more questions and then returned to the podium.

"It seems that everyone has mastered the knowledge very well, which makes me very happy." Professor Lockhart said, "This proves that you not only listened carefully to the lectures, but also reviewed the knowledge you learned. This is indeed the attitude you should have as students."

"For this, I will give five points to each of the four colleges," he said again.

The classroom fell silent.

Then there were bursts of warm cheers.

Harry clapped his hands helplessly, thinking that his classmates were a bunch of idiots… if they all got extra points, wouldn’t that mean there were no extra points?

"Okay, let's start today's learning task." Professor Lockhart said, "I need to introduce you to a monster that was previously confirmed to be extinct, but has recently reappeared."

When they heard that it had been “confirmed to be extinct”, the students all became interested.

Professor Lockhart opened the wardrobe and found a monster tied up inside that looked like a giant toad carrying a haystack on its back.

"Does anyone know what kind of creature this is?" Professor Lockhart asked with a smile.

No one raised their hand, not even Hermione, the top student.

"No one knows?" Professor Lockhart asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I know, Professor," said Harry.

Lockhart was a little surprised, but nodded and said, "Go ahead, Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded and said, "I've seen this kind of creature in a book before. It seems to be called a mud monster? Right?"

Professor Lockhart looked surprised when he heard Harry's answer.

"That really surprises me, Harry," he said. "I never thought that there would be a young wizard in Hogwarts who could recognize the mud monsters nowadays?"

"Know more, Harry?" he asked again. "I look forward to your answer."

"Sorry, Professor," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Well, even so, it's good enough." Professor Lockhart clapped his hands: "Five points for Gryffindor - for Mr. Potter's extensive knowledge!"

The Gryffindor seats began to applaud and cheer for Harry's extra five points.

"I need to state that this magical creature was once thought to be extinct." Professor Lockhart said with a smile: "The tongue of the mud monster is an important alchemical material - but their extinction is not due to the mud monster's tongue. I once heard a rumor during my travels that a transfer student from Hogwarts was angered by the mud monster. In a fit of rage, she killed the mud monster to extinction..."

Harry:…

Is it really that weird?
He knew about this - or perhaps he had experienced it himself.

Because that time when they were outdoors, Vivi sprained her foot, and when Harry was massaging her foot, a blind mud monster interrupted his massage.

The angry Vivi became resentful of the mud monsters and even taught herself flying magic. She ran all over England to kill every mud monster she saw.

Harry didn't know why Vivi was so angry. In his impression, Vivi had always been very good-tempered, tolerant and gentle.

But the classmates didn't know the truth. They looked at Lockhart with an expression that said "I don't understand, but I think he's awesome" on their faces.

"Okay, now I want to introduce you to these revived mud monsters -" Professor Lockhart clapped his hands, "You can already find these creatures in some swamps, or in the Forbidden Forest today."

"These camouflaged beasts often blend in with their surroundings, waiting until their prey comes close before attacking fiercely - the spell 'Revelation' can help you spot these beasts while exploring their habitats."

Professor Lockhart paused for a moment and continued, "There are two common ways for mud monsters to attack. One is to pounce, and the other is to use their tongues like fists. Please note that you definitely don't want to be pounced on by a mud monster or hit by its tongue. That kind of feeling is very unpleasant."

"After launching a pounce, the mud monsters will be in a defenseless recovery period. This is determined by their body structure, so they will be turned over or forced to turn their bodies in various ways due to powerful spells, such as 'Wingardium Leviosa', 'Foe Back Three Feet', 'Flying Curse', etc."

Professor Lockhart added, "When they open their mouths, you can use Wingardium Leviosa on their large tongues to fling them into the air, exposing their tender and vulnerable abdomens."

After that, Professor Lockhart waved his wand and said to the students, "Watch out, I will only demonstrate it once!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mud monster pounced towards Professor Lockhart.

"Depulso (Retreat three feet from the enemy)!"

Professor Lockhart cast a spell at the mud monster that was rushing towards him. After the spell hit the mud monster, the mud monster tilted its neck back and fell to the ground. It struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.

"See?" said Professor Lockhart. "Of course - you can certainly move aside, or roll on the ground... to save your life. There is no shame in that, children."

After saying that, he turned the mud monster's body around and made it right side up again.

The mud monster leaned back...

"Did you see that? This is the standard action of a mud monster preparing to stick out its tongue—"

As soon as Professor Lockhart finished speaking, the mud monster opened its mouth wide and a tongue punched out of its mouth like a fist, heading straight for Professor Lockhart's face.

He was not panicked. He took a step to the side to avoid the tongue and then raised his wand.

"Winguardium Leviosa!"

The mud monster had its tongue grabbed and floated up into the air.

"Professor, why don't you just use the Levitation Charm?" Seamus asked, raising his hand.

"Very good question, Mr. Finnigan." Professor Lockhart clapped his hands and said, "You can come forward and try to use the levitation spell on this mud monster, and this will answer your doubts."

Seamus walked forward in disbelief and cast a levitation spell on the mud monster.

However, nothing happened. The spell hit the mud monster, but it didn't move at all.

"That's why we have to wait until the mud monster opens its mouth before using a spell attack." Professor Lockhart put a hand on Seamus' shoulder and explained to the students with a smile: "The mud monster's back has a high resistance to spells. Unless you are a person with strong magic power, it is not recommended to do this."

"Thank you, Professor," Seamus said politely.

"You can try again, Mr. Finnigan," said Professor Lockhart. "Try to deal with this mud monster - don't worry, if anything happens, I will protect you."

"Okay, Professor."

Seamus drew his wand, and at the same moment Lockhart removed the binding spell from the ooze.

The mud monster raised its head and roared, then pounced on Simo.

Simo had noticed the movements of the mud monster a long time ago. He quickly rolled over to avoid the mud monster's flying attack, then turned around and gave the mud monster a thunderous explosion.

"Confringo!"

With a bang, the mud monster was flipped over by the impact force of the explosion, and it crawled back and forth with its body up and its four limbs facing the sky.

"I have to say, this is an excellent explosive spell." Professor Lockhart cast a healing spell on the mud monster. "But I don't recommend you use this spell on your classmates - five points for Gryffindor."

"Great!" everyone cheered.

"Does anyone else want to challenge this mud monster?" Lockhart clapped his hands. "Anyone willing to fight?"

"Professor, I want to try." A Hufflepuff boy with an overbite stood up.

He felt that if Gryffindor students could do it, there was no reason why Hufflepuff couldn't do it.

"Okay, Mr. Finch-Fletchley." Professor Lockhart motioned for him to stand up: "Come on, pick up your wand and prepare for battle..."

Finch-Fletchley raised his wand and pointed it at the ooze.

At the same time, the mud monster flew towards him.

Originally, he was sitting at the bottom of the classroom, watching Seamus subdue the mud monster from above, and he didn't think much of it - but when he really faced the mud monster, seeing this guy that looked to be over a hundred pounds rushing towards him, Finch-Fletchley felt his legs go weak.

Fortunately, there was a Lockhart nearby, who put a piece of armor on Finch-Fletchley and saved him.

"You shouldn't be in a daze, Mr. Finch-Fletchley." Professor Lockhart encouraged with a smile, "But your courage is commendable. One point for Hufflepuff."

A consolation prize, but not bad.

Finch-Fletchley hurriedly thanked Professor Lockhart and returned to his seat still in shock.

It was so terrifying just now. Even with Lockhart's armor protecting him, he still saw the huge body of the mud monster.

"Is there anyone else willing to fight?" Professor Lockhart said with a smile: "Don't worry -"

"Professor, let me try." A blonde girl stood up from among the Slytherins.

"Daphne..." Pansy asked softly, "Can you do it?"

"I think so." Daphne said softly, "Someone from Slytherin should stand up."

Pansy nodded and didn't try to persuade her any further, but the look she gave Daphne was one of great satisfaction.

"Yes, Miss Greengrass." Professor Lockhart motioned her forward.

Daphne walked to a place not far from the mud monster and reached out to take out her wand.

"Get ready," said Professor Lockhart. "Three, two, one..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the mud monster's restraints were released.

The mud monster raised its head back.

Daphne quickly dodged to the side and narrowly avoided the mud monster's tongue attack.

But she seemed to be dodging a little too much and almost fell to the ground.

In this way, the opportunity to counterattack was missed.

Of course the mud monster would not give her a chance to breathe. After retracting its tongue, it pounced towards Daphne heavily like a mountain pressing down on her.

Daphne rolled heavily on the ground and narrowly avoided the mud monster's pounce.

"Winguardium Leviosa!"

The levitation spell hit the mud monster's back, but had no effect.

At their age, they have not yet learned displacement spells such as the knockback spell.

"Don't worry, Miss Greengrass," Professor Lockhart warned.

Sure enough, the mud monster turned around and tilted its head back again.

This is a standard tongue-sticking-out action. When Daphne dodged to the side this time, her movement was not very big.

The tongue rubbed against her body and missed, and at the same time, Daphne's levitation spell hit the mud monster's tongue.

"Well done!" Professor Lockhart clapped his hands, "Five points for Slytherin, good spells, and great agility!"

Daphne waved happily, and her Slytherin classmates cheered for her score.

Several students volunteered to fight, but they all froze in place when faced with the attack of the mud monsters, and were then saved by Professor Lockhart's Armor Curse. "Professor, I want to try." Neville stood up.

Seeing that it was Neville, the most... um, that one in Gryffindor, Professor Lockhart nodded and said, "Okay, then you can give it a try, Mr. Longbottom - remember, don't force it."

Neville nodded and raised his wand to the mud monster.

"Get ready," said Professor Lockhart. "Three, two, one..."

The moment the mud monster pounced on him, Neville dodged to the side.

The mud monster brushed against the edge of his robe and narrowly avoided the pounce.

Neville originally wanted to use a spell, but he didn't expect that when he turned around, the mud monster had already adjusted its center of gravity and opened its mouth to hit him.

Fortunately, Neville had learned some skills from Harry and jumped to the side, avoiding the mud monster's fist attack.

"Neville, come on!" The classmates couldn't help but feel a little confident when they saw Neville dodge the mud monster's attacks twice in a row.

They all hope that Neville can succeed -

Neville was encouraged by the cheers of his classmates. He stared at the mud monster intently, trying to figure out how he would attack next time.

The mud monster lowered its body slightly, then jumped high and pounced on Neville again.

Neville dodged to the side and avoided the mud monster's pounce.

He quickly steadied himself and pointed at the mud monster that had not yet stood firm.

"Depulso (Everyone fly away)!"

The mud monster that was hit by the spell flipped over and lay on the ground with its limbs spread out, moving its feet helplessly.

"Neville!" "Neville!" "Neville!"

The three houses burst into warm cheers, cheering for Neville's victory over the mud monster.

"Very good spell!" Professor Lockhart said loudly, "Neville, very good, Gryffindor will give you five points for defeating the mud monster!"

Upon hearing this result, the Gryffindors cheered even louder.

On the contrary, when the other two houses realized that Gryffindor had gained another five points, they immediately became discouraged.

But they started cheering again. After all, Slytherin is the house with the highest score now, and Gryffindor gets extra points... Go!
As long as we get rid of Slytherin, everything will be fine!
Neville's eyes were moist. He stood there, enjoying the cheers of his classmates in a daze.

This feels good, he thought.

Thinking of this, he looked at Harry and smiled at him gratefully.

Harry clapped and nodded his approval.

Later, Ron and Hermione also stepped forward and demonstrated one by one what standard spell techniques were.

Hermione used a levitation spell to flip the mud monster to the ground as soon as it opened its mouth.

Ron was even more straightforward. When the mud monster jumped into the air, he knocked it over with his "Three Feet to Repel the Enemy" technique.

After Gryffindor scored another ten points, Professor Lockhart called Harry's name.

"Harry, you try it." Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "You are the famous boy who lived. You should demonstrate your learning results to everyone."

Harry stood up and thought, it's just a mud monster, I've seen many of them before...

but……

He felt the ancient magic boiling in his chest.

Ok……

In fact, he didn't know what the next ancient spell would be, so he raised his head and asked, "Professor, as long as it can defeat the mud monster, anything is fine?"

"Of course, Harry." Professor Lockhart gave him a toothy smile.

Harry stood up and walked to a distance in front of the mud monster.

The students present held their breath, especially Draco. Not only did he hold his breath, he also belatedly used Transfiguration to create an ill-formed umbrella, ready to shield himself at any time to avoid being covered in blood.

"Get ready." Professor Lockhart said again: "Three, two, one..."

Harry did not recite the spell, but as soon as Professor Lockhart finished speaking, he drew upon the ancient magic in his body and released it from the tip of his wand.

The mud monster was instantly lifted into the air by the spell, and then it fell to the ground with a bang as if its tail was grabbed by an invisible big hand, shaking the entire classroom.

Bang! Bang! Snap!
Harry removed the spell.

The mud monster fell to the ground, and it was obvious that it was dead. The huge force of the fall caused its entire body to become soft and weak.

Professor Lockhart's pupils shrank.

Ancient magic!

Of course he knew about ancient magic, because his elder sister was one of the inheritors of ancient magic...

He felt that he should write another letter after returning to give a further assessment of Mr. Porter.

It seems that this boy is not only Dumbledore's golden boy, or the subordinate that the gentleman wants to recruit - but also the heir of ancient magic.

"It's a very powerful spell," Professor Lockhart pretended not to notice the ancient magic, "but it's a little too violent, Harry. I sincerely suggest that you don't use this spell on your classmates, okay?"

"Of course, Professor," Harry nodded in response.

After calming down, Lockhart put the dead mud monster back into the cabinet.

He pretended to be very regretful and said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't let everyone have a good time - but it doesn't matter. In view of the recent frequent petrification incidents, I have decided to start a duel club in Hogwarts. If you feel that you haven't had enough fun, you can come and try it. You won't regret it."

"Professor, when does Dueling Club start?" asked Justin Finch-Fletchley of Hufflepuff.

"Good question." Professor Lockhart pointed at him. "I am pleased to inform you that the dueling club will be held in the auditorium after dinner every Saturday and Sunday - of course, this is not mandatory. If you are not interested, I will not force you to do something you don't like."

"Cool!" Terry Booth took over. "Then we'll definitely go, Professor."

The classmates all expressed their willingness to participate, and Lockhart seemed very happy about this.

At the end of get out of class, Lockhart also told Harry to join the Dueling Club.

"I don't think it's necessary to go," Ron commented sharply after class. "To be honest, we've learned enough in the Dueling Hut."

"It's okay to go and take a look, Ron," Harry said. "After all, I'm only a second-year student. As an adventurer, Professor Lockhart must have profound attainments in dueling."

Harry meant this sincerely.

"Really?" Hermione was puzzled. "In fact, you are already so amazing..."

"A true wizard always has the mentality of a student." Harry said with a smile: "Okay, let's go back. We have to go to dinner later."

Harry slept through the entire History of Magic class that afternoon.

However, he did not ask for leave for the evening astronomy class. Who knows what will happen in the middle of the night? What if that person chooses this time period to attack Gryffindor?

Wednesday morning was Professor Flitwick's Charms class.

In this class, Professor Flitwick followed Professor Lockhart's progress and began to teach the students to reveal their true colors.

"I have to admit that Professor Lockhart is indeed a rare professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Professor Flitwick said in a shrill voice. He looked very happy. "You should cherish such a professor. Over the years, I have rarely met a professor as professional and dedicated as him."

The reason why Flitwick praised Lockhart so much was not only because Lockhart was very good in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but also because Lockhart was a graduate of Ravenclaw.

As the head of Ravenclaw, he also had a very bright look on his face.

"Have you seen it?" Ron whispered to Harry.

"If the mysterious person who gave me private tutoring at the end of last year is counted," Harry said in a similarly low voice.

Ron almost laughed out loud.

But then again, when it comes to the professionalism of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Voldemort is indeed one of the best.

After all, how can you understand defense against the dark arts if you don't understand the dark arts?

"Well, since you learned about mud monsters in the last class," Professor Flitwick said, waving his wand, "then in the next few classes, I will teach you the two spells of 'Reveal Your True Form' and 'Repel the Enemy Three Feet' respectively."

"It's also thanks to him that he combined the courses into one long class per week. The teaching progress is not very fast." Professor Flitwick sighed and said, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have much time to learn so many spells."

"Okay, without further ado, the first thing you need to learn is the Revelio spell." Professor Flitwick raised his wand and wrote an "R" in the air with a marking spell. Then he said, "Look carefully at my trajectory and the arrow above..."

"Come, chant with me," Professor Flitwick called out, "Revelio!"

"Revelio!" everyone chanted together.

"Very good, very good." Professor Flitwick jumped twice and pointed at Seamus: "Mr. Finnigan, try to recite this spell again."

"Revelio," Seamus repeated clearly.

"Very good, very good," said Professor Flitwick happily. He called on several more students to answer the question and added one point to each of them.

"Here is the trajectory of the spell -" Professor Flitwick said again: "Draw it with me, and then I will check your learning results one by one..."

The students followed his path and paddled together, trying to remember this simple trajectory.

It’s just one R, easy to remember.

After checking on a few students, Professor Flitwick began to explain the key points of the spell to everyone.

It's nothing more than seeing someone with malicious intentions, or seeing some precious items, etc...

"I think this spell can be developed." Ron chuckled, "For example, if I use this spell at the door of the kitchen at Hogwarts, I can accurately locate the chicken legs in the kitchen..."

"Goodness, Ronald," said Hermione, shaking her head. "You're hopeless - is there nothing else meaningful in your life besides chicken legs?"

Who knew that Ron really thought about it carefully and replied: "Really not."

Hermione rolled her eyes and chose to ignore Ron.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Oh, what else can I say?" Hermione sneered, "His life is nothing but chicken legs. What's the difference between him and salted fish?"

"Salted fish like salt," Ron said succinctly.

but--

What Ron wouldn't tell Hermione was that his family was very different from Hermione's.

Hermione is the daughter of a dentist. She lives in a detached house. She is the only one at home and can eat whatever she wants.

But he is different. He has five older brothers and a younger sister.

Normally, when we have something delicious at home, it is distributed according to the number of people. Dad can indeed buy some chicken legs, but when it is distributed equally to everyone, there is not enough.

But the problem is that the mother always rewards the extra chicken legs to the outstanding children.

For example, Bill, Charlie and Percy who became prefects, or the older brothers who got high marks in the exams.

He... well, he can't be said to be outstanding, but at least he has been in prison for life, so he never gets any extra rewards.

But one time, he unexpectedly won first place in the activity of pulling out gnomes in the garden and was rewarded with a big chicken drumstick by his mother.

It was so delicious that he saved the chicken leg for last and enjoyed it slowly until there was no residue left on the bone.

This also led to his somewhat morbid pursuit of chicken legs - even though he was now in Hogwarts and could eat chicken legs whenever he wanted, he still could not forget the first chicken leg he was rewarded with in his childhood.

Thinking of this, Ron rewarded himself with two chicken legs during dinner.

Hogwarts' chicken legs are good for your health~
In the afternoon, Harry found Professor Snape.

"Professor, I would like to apply to you for..."

"Oh?" Professor Snape said without raising his eyelids.

"I want to go to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest tonight," Harry said quickly.

Professor Snape said impatiently: "I think if you wake up, you should know that your poor old professor is only the professor of Potions, not the headmaster of Hogwarts or the dean of Gryffindor."

"But you're in charge of the school gate..." Harry whispered.

Snape slowly raised his head and forced a greasy smile.

"No."

Harry had no choice but to give up his plans for the day, and regretfully informed Cedric that the training was temporarily cancelled, and the next time to be organized was to be determined.

Wait until he deals with Professor Snape.

Back in the dormitory, he talked about this matter with Hermione.

"I remember..." Hermione suddenly said, "You once said that Snape and your father...had a bad relationship, but he and your mother grew up together, and you...look like your father, but have your mother's eyes."

"Yes." Harry had no idea what Hermione was going to say.

"My suggestion..." Hermione said after a pause, "Do you remember that there is something called a mask in our Muggle world?"

"Mask?" Harry asked puzzledly. He didn't know how masks were related to these things.

Could we tape the mask over Professor Snape's eyes so he can't see our movements? he thought.

"Yes, a mask." Hermione nodded seriously. "Think about it, if you wear a mask to cover your face, leaving only your green eyes exposed, wouldn't Professor Snape not be able to see the face that he holds a little grudge against?"

Don't say it, really don't say it.

Harry thought Hermione's plan was a good one.

"But what's the reason?" Harry sighed, "You can't just wear a mask for nothing, right?"

"Simple." Hermione gave him a reassuring look, wrote a letter and handed it to Harry: "Let Hedwig take it back to my father -"

Harry was skeptical, but based on Hermione's always smart thinking, he chose to believe her.

On Friday afternoon, when they were having lunch in the auditorium, they saw Hedwig flying in with a large plastic bag.

It flew with great precision, and the large plastic bag landed with a clatter into Harry's arms.

Harry had expected it to be heavy, but the plastic bag was surprisingly light.

"It's a mask." Hermione said, "I asked my father for some masks from his dentist's office. They're just right for us to use."

"But what's the reason?" Ron asked, holding the chicken drumstick.

"Reason?" Hermione smiled and said, "Of course it's for class."

"No, I'm not asking why you asked Uncle Askin for a mask." Ron said, "I'm asking how to tell Professor Snape."

"Just wait." Hermione snorted.

That afternoon, Gryffindor also had their Potions class.

"Come on, put them on." Hermione began to distribute masks to the Gryffindor students one by one, "Especially you, Harry, you have to wear it well and don't show your face, understand?"

"Okay." Harry nodded helplessly. He didn't think this thing was useful.

"Look, Granger," Draco said, frowning, "you don't really think that these Muggle gadgets are of any use in Potions class, do you?"

"Do you want one?" Harry picked up a mask from the table.

Seeing that his "great uncle" had spoken, Draco nodded without saying anything.

"want!"

When Professor Snape entered the classroom, he was visibly stunned when he saw a group of students wearing masks.

"What the hell are you doing?" Snape asked coldly.

"It was Granger's idea." Draco was the first to point it out, but he didn't take off his mask.

Snape snorted and walked over to Hermione's side.

"Well, silly girl." Professor Snape lowered his eyelids, "You don't really think that Muggles' things can be used in Potions class?"

"But it can prevent our saliva from splashing into the potion, or protect our respiratory tract when the potion fails to be brewed." Hermione said calmly.

Snape's mouth curled into a forced smile.

He was just about to use the venom spray Lv.Max on Hermione when he saw Harry standing beside him.

What a beautiful pair of green eyes they are...

The most important thing is that I still can't see Pot's disgusting face...

Snape suddenly felt that it was not so necessary to spray venom.

He thought that young students from other colleges should be given appropriate opportunities.

So he said, "I suppose your cleverness is still useful, Miss Granger."

After saying that, he turned and left Hermione's seat.

Hermione made a "yeah" gesture to Harry, and the plan was initially completed.

In this class, they were still brewing scabies potion - Professor Snape learned it from Lockhart, so it was a good idea to review the old knowledge and learn new things.

After assigning the tasks, Professor Snape began patrolling the classroom.

He looked around and was very satisfied with everyone's progress in brewing the potion.

When he reached Hermione's side, he paused for a long moment.

Hermione ground the herbs carefully, stealing glances at Snape from time to time.

"There's nothing good about my face, silly girl." Snape said lightly.

Hermione hurriedly continued grinding, and when everything was ready, she placed the potion in the crucible.

However, with Snape watching him, it was impossible not to be nervous.

When she stirred, she used her left hand instead of her usual right hand.

"Miss Granger--" Snape's voice rang out.

Hearing Snape's call, the Slytherin classmates burst into laughter and turned around to see what mistake Hermione had made.

She will definitely be deducted points, everyone thought.

The Gryffindor students also began to worry. Professor Snape would deduct points from Gryffindor without blinking an eye...

However, what none of them expected was that Professor Snape did not intend to deduct points from Gryffindor.

"Skilled use of the left hand, able to be flexible." Snape said greasy: "Gryffindor plus twenty points, as always outstanding, Miss Granger."

Gryffindor & Slytherin:?!?!

(I am running out of extra chapters, please give me some monthly tickets, and some alliance leader and silver alliance, I really want to add more chapters to get back to the state of 1 a day...)
(The last 6000 words include the first day of full monthly ticket (10000/)

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