On Monday morning, a notice was suddenly posted on Hufflepuff’s bulletin board:
The Dueling Club is hereby established, by the name of Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, at eight o'clock in the evening on November 20th.
All the students gathered under the bulletin board and started chatting. Everyone seemed very excited.
There was no way... Lockhart was in class every day, and what he did most was to take out a passage from the book and let everyone perform a play.
After half a semester, I haven't learned any useful knowledge, but I have learned a lot about "On the Self-cultivation of Actors".
Are schools finally ready to teach something useful?
Hannah, who was standing in the crowd, said in an expectant tone:
"I hope Professor Dumbledore will teach us dueling in person. I heard from my grandfather that he used to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and must be very experienced."
"How old is Professor Dumbledore? Does he still have the ability to fight?" Susan on the side raised her eyebrows.
"I don't know, maybe...one hundred and twenty years old?" Hannah guessed.
"A hundred and fifty years old, right?" Susan thought for a while and asked.
"No, I look like two hundred years old. Look at the wrinkles on his face..." McMillan laughed.
The students all laughed. No one cared how old Dumbledore was. In everyone's eyes, Dumbledore seemed to live a long and healthy life.
"Maybe Professor Flitwick will teach us." Neville interrupted: "My grandma said that Professor Flitwick was a fighting champion when he was young."
"Professor Flitwick, I heard a Ravenclaw student say..." Susan whispered: "He is a hybrid of a wizard and a house elf!"
After hearing this information, the young wizards eagerly gossiped about Professor Flitwick's identity. Anyway, he was definitely not a pure-blood wizard.
Neville looked at the silent Rolf and asked, "Rolf, what do you think, who will teach us how to duel?"
"No need to guess, it's Lockhart." Rolf came back to his senses and chuckled:
"Besides him, who else would propose such a thing as a duel club?"
"If it were him, then I would rather not participate!" Justin complained loudly, and other students also followed suit.
Most students have now concluded that Lockhart is a liar.
Luo Fe didn't say anything, he just looked at the notice and thought deeply.
Since Lockhart was hosting a dueling club, why not take the opportunity to search the Defense Against the Dark Arts office? !
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As the duel club was approaching, after the dinner, the auditorium was also re-decorated. The four dining tables were replaced by a gilded stage, and hundreds of candles were floating in the air.
All the students are guessing who the teacher is, but they don't know that the professors are also working hard to compete for this spot.
Finally, at Professor McGonagall's suggestion, the fairest method of drawing lots was adopted.
Professor Snape was lucky enough to get this precious opportunity to "help" Lockhart.
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick also hinted to Snape to give Lockhart some color and at least keep him honest for a while.
This is probably the first time that the four major colleges have been so united.
Snape, of course, tacitly understood, and even considered whether to let Lockhart get more seriously injured... so that he could act as the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again.
Obviously, Snape also tasted the benefits during the half-year period when Quirrell was injured.
At eight o'clock in the evening,
All students rushed towards the auditorium on time.
Walking on the road, Shirley asked: "Rolf, are you really going to search Lockhart's office?"
"My intuition tells me that there must be something wrong with Lockhart." Rove said softly: "Someone told me, 'Don't ignore your intuition, it is processing data too fast and beyond the human brain's ability to understand'."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Shirley whispered.
"No need." Luofu said with a smile: "I am faster, maybe I can catch up with the Duel Club."
The ponytailed girl was silent for a moment and warned, "Then be careful."
Probably because she was afraid that the young man would not be interested, Shirley reminded her with a shy face: "You really have to be careful."
"I know." After bidding farewell to the girl, Luofu turned around and walked in another direction.
The girl stood at the top of the stairs, watching the boy's figure disappear into the depths of the corridor, before she turned and walked towards the auditorium.
Rowe walked along the corridor on the third floor and soon came to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. His figure disappeared, and then the Bowtruckle opened the door and quietly walked into the room.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts office was transformed into a very gorgeous building by Lockhart. The floor was covered with woolen rugs, the walls were covered with fine tapestry, and long bee candles gave off ample light.
There were countless frames of Lockhart's pictures hanging on the wall. They all looked up and saw that the door to the office was clearly opened, but they did not see the wizard.
After Luo Fei closed the door, he walked step by step towards the desk. He sat on the chair and flipped through the things on the desk as if nothing had happened.
The desk was large, with inkwells and quills on it, cakes, biscuits, and peach pens scattered around. Exquisite silver cups surrounded a jug of wine, and a cedar box was filled with letters.
The boy glanced at it casually, and most of them were letters sent by Lockhart's fans, as well as letters he replied to fans.
Rolfe rummaged through it, but did not find Tom Riddle's diary in the desk and cabinet, so he had to open the bedroom.
Entering the bedroom, Luofu suddenly became energetic.
In the corner of the bedroom, there is a small workbench filled with various ointments, herbs and potions, as well as many bottles containing golden liquid.
Rove found that the liquid and packaging were exactly the same as the shampoo Lockhart had given Snape at the beginning of school.
Lockhart did mention in class more than once that he had invented a very effective shampoo, but the cost was too high, and his secret ambition was to sell those hair conditioners.
Is this it?
But it was just shampoo, and there seemed to be nothing strange in the bedroom. Rolf was a little disappointed. At least these had nothing to do with the diary.
The boy found a piece of parchment on the workbench. After picking it up, he glanced at the shampoo formula:
Honey, incense, oil and whale oil... there are more than thirty kinds of ingredients, and the ingredients are also very detailed, except for the last ingredient, which was deliberately obliterated by ink.
Luofu frowned, what kind of ingredients need to be applied?
The boy began to carefully examine the workbench, and he soon found silver eggshell fragments in a grinding dish.
Luofu picked up the silver eggshell fragments, put them to his nose and smelled them, then crushed them and put them on the tip of his tongue, tasting them briefly...
Luofu closed his eyes and meditated. He rested his elbows on the workbench and raised his ten fingertips to form a spire.
He already knows the last of the shampoo ingredients.
No wonder Malfoy would see Lockhart in the pet shop in Knockturn Alley during the summer vacation, where he went to secretly buy the ingredients.
So, the mysterious animal that attacked Ron and Filch that night...he also knew what it was!
The new machine words dig out this one, and Mohe has many more! !
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