It was at this moment that Professor Lockhart knocked on the door and came in.
With a decent smile, he pushed the door open first and then knocked: "Sorry, I have to interrupt."
Professor Snape's roar paused, and he looked at the door with a sinister expression. When he faced the smiling face that had been praised by countless little witches, his expression darkened even more, and he seemed to be sinking to the ground every minute. ink.
No, maybe poisonous juice?
Noah and Grant quietly retreated a little distance, not much, but enough to get out of the professor's attack range.
"Ha," Professor Snape sneered, "What makes a famous legend come to my club and interrupt our club activities? Is there another troll?"
Professor Lockhart didn't seem to hear his sarcasm: "Oh~ Professor Snape, can I call you Severus? I came to see your club. You know, I just came here this year. I teach here and I am planning to form my own club. Maybe you can give me some advice? Of course, I am not saying that I have no experience in establishing a club. It is just that I have never formed one in school. I did it when I was expelling the Wanlun female ghost. Participated in the Ghost Club, you know, that was..."
"No." Professor Snape said no when the other party asked the first question, but the other party didn't listen at all and continued to speak, not caring about Professor Snape's increasingly dark complexion. .
The other little wizards were trying to curl up to avoid being affected by the poisonous juice that followed, but the professor's expression was really terrifying, so scary that some timid guys started to tremble.
Noah and a Slytherin looked at each other. Neither of them liked the professor rashly barging in and interrupting their potion brewing, especially since the potion pots in front of several Ravenclaws were about to explode. .
Just when Noah was about to take action, a Ravenclaw made a small move one step ahead of him.
He was positioned closer to the door, and while Professor Lockhart was talking incessantly, he quietly tilted his potion pot a little, and then increased the firepower.
I wonder if this Ravenclaw put the wrong ingredients before. After the potion pot was tilted slightly, large bubbles appeared on the surface of the potion inside. These bubbles exploded, and thick purple smoke came from the bubbles. It overflowed, smearing the face of the unsuspecting Professor Lockhart.
Then the potion pot completely tipped over and spilled onto the ground.
Professor Lockhart was choked and coughed repeatedly, and his endless nonsense was forced to stop. He had to take a few steps back and exit the classroom. After reacting, Professor Snape immediately closed the door: "Sorry, I think this is No outsiders are allowed to enter the classroom."
The classroom finally became quieter.
Professor Snape's expression softened slightly. He glanced at the young wizards who were staring at him and waved his long robe: "Why are you still standing there in a daze? Is your potion ready?"
Very good, no poison was sprayed, it seems that he has regained his senses.
The little wizards immediately lowered their heads and continued to brew the potion, forgetting all the little incident just now.
Noah turned his head and glanced at the door. The Ravenclaw who was packing up the potion pot quietly curled his lips, looking like he was victorious.
Noah was wondering, could it be that Professor Lockhart had done something new and sexy while teaching Ravenclaw?
Remembering the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts class, where they were forced to write a paper full of strange topics and read a biography of the class, they suddenly felt that it was not impossible for Ravenclaw to be unable to stand it.
But in fact, the reason why this Ravenclaw did this is because his girlfriend, the little Hufflepuff witch, madly admires Professor Lockhart. After the professor came to teach, the two of them went on a date this week. They can't help but talk about the professor's great achievements and "charming smile". Even a boyfriend can't bear it, even Ravenclaw, who is known for his rationality.
This was what Noah accidentally overheard when a Hufflepuff was sharing gossip after class. It was... full of jokes.
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In the afternoon, Noah, who had finished lunch, was about to return to his dormitory.
He walked down the dungeon stairs, Koya
He stuck his head out from his collar and rubbed Noah's cheek first, but was directly pushed away by Noah with a finger.
He looked at Keya's head, and the bulge became more and more obvious. The scales were pushed open, and Noah could clearly feel the pain from the scratch.
He touched his cheek and, as expected, felt a trace of blood.
Keya was obviously aware of it, and he moved forward to try to lick his wounds, but was pushed away by Noah.
As the magic power was running, the wound on his cheek healed quickly. Noah casually wiped away the blood on his face. His cheek was white, and even the red areas were healed.
"The scales have also become hard." Noah touched the wound just now. Although it was healed, there was still a lingering aftertaste of pain. "Let's go back and check the fangs."
Keya agreed obediently and did not try to go to Zennoe again.
Recently, it has been very itchy on its back and head, and it likes this kind of rubbing. I didn't expect it to hurt its owner. It seems that it can only rub against other things recently.
Suddenly Keya straightened up and looked at the dark dungeon with vigilance.
At this time, some Slytherins were walking through the dungeons, some were wandering around with nothing to do, some were returning to their dormitories or just came out of the common room. There were not many people but not many.
Noah's eyes subconsciously turned to these people, thinking who had caused Keya's displeasure.
When we were in the lounge before, someone drank a potion that had an overly strong taste, which also caused Keya to react quite violently.
But something is obviously different this time.
Keya made a listening gesture, as if he was listening to someone speaking.
In an instant, the plot that was about to be forgotten suddenly emerged, and Noah almost subconsciously turned on the detection magic.
The silver-gray eyes shimmered with molten silver, and circles of imperceptible magic ripples spread out, quickly scanning the floor and walls.
In the pipe between the walls, a huge figure gradually became clear. It seemed to have sensed something and stopped. It was unable to turn its head due to the pipe, but the gesture of spitting out the snake message was undoubtedly saying something.
Keya tilted his head in confusion and asked who the other party was. After getting the answer, he happily told Noah that there was a big snake in the wall who called himself the "Snake King".
The Snake King, or Basilisk, is a magical animal that has been sleeping under this castle for thousands of years. It is also one of the legacies left by Salazar Slytherin in this castle.
Noah's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the basilisk.
