night,
Lockhart lay in bed feeling regretful. He had been walking in the magical world for more than ten years, relying on amnesia to sneak attack on countless wizards and obtain their memories...almost never failed.
But I had only been in Hogwarts for just half a year, and it was almost a bad year. I had suffered all the losses I had not suffered in the first half of my life at once.
But he didn't dare to leave. He resigned suddenly after less than a year. According to the contract, he had to pay too much, and he had to publish in the newspaper to clarify the reason for leaving the school...
This was a fatal blow to his future career.
Lockhart also wants to participate in the election of Minister of Magic in the future, so he cannot leave any stain.
But don't leave, Lockhart won't be able to bear the constant injuries he gets every day.
You said you have nothing to do, so why not hold a duel club? Isn't that a mean thing?
Lockhart raised his arm to give himself a slap, but as soon as he raised his bandaged hand, the pain was excruciating, as if he were being swallowed by hundreds of ants.
Lockhart groaned in pain again.
At this moment, the door to the ward was opened, and Madam Pomfrey came over with the potion. She said with a straight face:
"Professor Lockhart, it's time to take the medicine!"
Lockhart took the potion with his uninjured left hand. He looked at the mud-like potion and couldn't help but frown:
"Madam Pomfrey, can I drink this?"
"This is keel-piercing water... designed to eliminate bone fragments in your body." Madam Pomfrey explained softly:
"After drinking, take a nap and you should be fine soon."
"But that's too..." Lockhart looked confused.
"Good medicine tastes bitter," Madam Pomfrey advised.
"Mrs. Pomfrey, tell me the truth, was this cooked by Snape?!" Lockhart stared at Madam Pomfrey.
He had already discovered that Snape had serious ill intentions towards him. If it was really the potion brewed by Snape, he would definitely not drink it.
"This..." Madam Pomfrey hesitated and said, "It is really not made by Professor Snape, I will never lie to you!"
"All right."
Lockhart was relieved. He took the potion and smelled it, almost vomiting.
He quickly took out a large piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, then pinched his nose and suffocated the potion in one gulp.
Lockhart suddenly foamed at the mouth and twitched all over the bed. He whimpered:
"This medicine... is poisonous..."
"Professor Lockhart, Professor Lockhart... Someone come quickly!"
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Lockhart's condition suddenly deteriorated and he was urgently transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry... The news quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.
According to Madam Pomfrey, Lockhart's life is not in danger, but he may not be able to return until after Christmas.
After Neville and Hannah learned the news, they were anxious for several days, fearing that a group of Aurors would suddenly appear and take them to Azkaban.
Hannah was even prepared to run away. When the little girl had something to do, she would go to the kitchen and ask the house elf to make food that could last for a long time...
She and Neville ate on the way to escape!
Fortunately, the school finally determined that it was a work-related injury rather than potion poisoning, which allowed Neville and Hannah to breathe a sigh of relief.
Lockhart "worked" so hard for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it really makes people cry, but what makes people cry even more is Professor Snape...
When the teaching staff at Hogwarts was in short supply, he consciously wore two hats and took on the role of acting Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
If it weren't for Professor Binns who had no salary, Snape would definitely be the winner of this year's Teacher Model Award!
Snape returned as the acting Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. On the first day, he brought in a troll. He defeated the troll with just one spell, and then asked the little wizard to practice.
Although people who don't like Snape still don't like him, they have to admit... Snape's teaching level is indeed very high.
All I can say is that there is no harm without comparison!
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As we enter December and the Christmas holidays approach, snowflakes start to fall from the sky.
Although it was the first snow, it fell as hard as goose feathers, and a thick layer of snow quickly accumulated in Hogwarts.
After Filch was injured, the task of clearing snow every day was given to Hagrid. He carried a large backpack on his back every day, like a shit shoveler, shoveling the snow into the basket and throwing it into the open space outside the castle.
Soon, a small snow mountain appeared in the school, and under Dumbledore's magic, it turned into a large snow boulder.
Although it was fun, the weather was so cold that the students crowded in the lounge every day except for classes.
Professor Flitwick taught a magic called the Warming Charm, which makes the body warm as long as it is knocked on the head.
But the disadvantage of this magic is that it makes you thirsty easily.
Therefore, every student holds a thermos cup, like a retired old man.
Professor McGonagall also taught everyone how to transform snowballs into flames, but those flames were cold and could not ignite things.
As a result, students can often be seen in the lounge having "fire" fights, throwing balls of fireballs at each other.
In the herbal medicine class, each little wizard also had to endure the cold and dress the mandrake in clothes, socks and scarves.
Mandrakes are also afraid of cold and can easily freeze to death.
Rolf also secretly kept a few small dresses to give to the Sniffers as Christmas gifts this year.
Rove's veritaserum was not finished brewing. Fortunately, no attacks had occurred recently. He focused all his attention on gathering intelligence at Smith's old residence.
Sitting in the library, Luo Fu was flipping through a book, when hurried footsteps suddenly sounded around him.
Rove raised his head and saw that Hermione and Shirley were walking over, placing a handful of old newspapers in front of him.
"Rolph." Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she said excitedly: "The information you want about the Smith family!"
Rove picked up the Daily Prophet and stared at the age-yellow photos of the event.
It was a newspaper from fifty years ago. The photo showed a very fat old witch wearing an exquisite ginger wig.
The caption below the photo reads:
Descendant of Hufflepuff...the famous collector Hepzibah Smith was found dead today in the Smith house.
The Ministry of Magic has determined that Hepzibah Smith's house elf Hooch is suspected of committing a major crime. She placed poison in her evening cocoa tea...
We have to reiterate the issue of house-elves' safety again...
Rolf knew that this was actually done by Tom Riddle, who framed the blame on the house elf in order to get the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and the Slytherin Pendant.
Shirley quickly handed over another newspaper, and the boy glanced at the title:
The grand-niece of Hepzibah Smith put the old house up for sale because of a ghost.
It is reported that the owner of Bojin Bok store bought the entire collection in the old house...
Rolf frowned.
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