Hogwarts: Harry brings H3 magic

“Of course not!” Lockhart shook his head quickly. He didn’t want to go blind suddenly again.

That feeling was too terrible.

He naturally wanted to hug Harry and talk to him.

But his hand stopped in the air. He was frightened by Harry’s cold eyes and retracted his hand with a smirk.

He said to Harry:”Potter, maybe you don’t know how famous you are in the wizarding world.”

Harry looked at him expressionlessly.

“Although it’s still a little bit behind me.” Lockhart made a gesture with his index finger and thumb.

“And in your first year, you were able to kill a troll by yourself, and the damn Daily Prophet didn’t even record it.” Lockhart stood up for Harry

“I still have class to go to, professor, please don’t waste my time.” Harry frowned.

He really didn’t want to hear about his fame.

Lockhart’s face straightened, and for the first time he put away his smile and showed a serious expression:”We can cooperate, Potter!”

Harry raised his eyebrows, and seemed somewhat satisfied that Lockhart put away his exaggerated smile.

“How to cooperate?”Harry asked

“You know me, I am quite famous in the wizarding world. It can be said that fame is everything to me. Potter, as long as you agree to cooperate with me, both your fame and mine can be increased!” Lockhart did not hide anything and told the source of his survival in the wizarding world.

“What about my benefit? Harry raised his own benefit question without hesitation.

“What? Lockhart was stunned.

“What can you do to increase your fame?” Harry asked

“No, no, no, not just mine, but your fame, Potter!” Lockhart added to the word fame.

“I don’t need that kind of thing. To tell you something you may not like to hear, Professor, even if I do nothing, I am much more famous than you!” Harry smiled sarcastically. How did he get this fame?

Lockhart’s face froze and he said,”I can give you Galleons…….”

“Professor, you should know the weight of the Potter family name. Galleons mean nothing to me!”Harry shook his head and glanced at his smooth hair.

It was obviously made with his family’s hair softener.

“Well, I know some spells. If you’ve read my novels, you’ll know that I’ve used a lot of spells against magical creatures.” Lockhart continued, and began to discuss with Harry.

“”Can you beat Professor Flitwick?” Harry said silently. Lockhart stopped talking. Flitwick was not only his professor but also his dean. Even if he was shameless, he would not dare to say such words.

What if the news got to Professor Flitwick and he came to fight with him alone?

Once he started fighting, wouldn’t he expose his strength?

This made Lockhart a little entangled. After all, he could only give out those few things, fame, galleons, and spells.

These are the favorites of ordinary wizards, but they don’t seem to work for Potter.

Harry reminded:”You are a professor at Hogwarts now, and I am still a student after all. I also need the professor’s help in some things, such as signing and approving to read books in the restricted area?”

Lockhart showed a perfect smile on his face again and said:”Of course, Potter, after all, I believe that no professor can refuse a motivated and studious student!”

Harry nodded with satisfaction. Although Lockhart was a straw bag, straw bags also have their uses. Even a piece of toilet paper and a pair of underwear have their own uses.

“I don’t mind if you borrow my fame a little, but you can’t cause trouble or trouble to my life!” Harry said indifferently.

“”Where is the scale?” Lockhart frowned. This was different from what he imagined.

“Think about it yourself. I don’t think your mind is filled with feces.” Harry waved his hand and turned to go back.

“”Wait, Harry.” Lockhart wanted to bargain with Harry.

“Professor, you don’t want a report in the Daily Prophet that a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts can’t beat a second-year student, do you?” Harry left without even turning his head.

Lockhart swallowed his words and his face froze.

He had just returned to Hogwarts, and of course he went to visit his dean as soon as possible.

He learned from him that Harry could fight him back and forth in a short period of time.

Lockhart certainly knew what level he was at.

After leaving school, he had basically forgotten all the spells, except for the one he was particularly good at.

But if it wasn’t used for a sneak attack, basically every wizard who was a little alert could easily dodge it.

Then a disarming spell, and he was gone.

Professor Flitwick was right, he He actually wanted to take advantage of a child’s fame. This was the first time Harry had seen someone so vain.

Back in the greenhouse.

After greeting Professor Sprout, Harry returned to his seat.

Today’s class was about how to grow mandrakes. Adult mandrakes are extremely dangerous plants.

Their cries can directly kill an unsuspecting adult wizard.

Before the Ministry of Magic issued relevant laws, many wizards killed many people by sending howler letters.

Small mandrakes are also difficult to take care of. Their cries are noisy and can even make people comatose.

“”When I teach you how to plant, remember to wear your earplugs.” Professor Sprout said.”When you can take off the earplugs, I will point my thumb upwards. Okay, put on the earplugs.”

Professor Sprout put on a pair of pink furry earplugs, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, firmly grasped a cluster of plants, and pulled them out.

What was pulled out of the soil was not the roots, but a short, muddy and ugly baby.

The leaves grew on his head. His skin was mottled light green, and he was crying.

Now, everyone finally knew what the cry of the mandrake was, which was the cry of this ugly baby.

Professor Sprout took out a large basin under the table, stuffed the mandrake in it, and buried his head with black, wet soil and fertilizer, leaving only a small cluster of leaves. Then he patted the dirt on his hands, made a thumbs-up gesture, and took off his earplugs.

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Since the mandrakes here are still young, their cries are not yet fatal,” she said calmly, as if she had just watered the begonias.

“However, don’t underestimate them, they can make you unconscious in a few hours, and I don’t think you want to miss your first herbal class at the beginning of the semester, do you? Okay, now put on your earplugs and get to work. I will remind you when it’s time to pack up after class.”

“The soil and fertilizer are in these bags. Watch out for this poisonous tentacle plant. It bites.”She said, patting a crimson plant with barbs to make it retract its tentacles that were slowly crawling up her shoulder.

Ron wanted to find out what Lockhart had said to him, but that was impossible in this class.

Everyone had to wear earplugs to class.

Neville passed out because his earplugs were not worn properly.

No one wanted to follow in his footsteps.

When Professor Sprout did it, they thought it was simple, but it was not.

Mandrakes don’t like to be pulled out of the soil, and they don’t like to be pushed back in after being pulled out.

This feeling of going in and out, although it is comfortable at some times, is not the case at this time. I don’t like it.

The mandrakes were constantly squirming, kicking and bumping around, hitting people with their pointed little fists, grabbing the edge of the flowerpot, unwilling to fall.

Harry stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and hit their little hands hard. They immediately retracted their hands in pain. Harry stuffed them into the pot, then picked up the soil and fertilizer to bury their heads.

Seeing Harry’s method, Hermione and the others who were desperately stuffing them into the pot seemed to have found a way. They followed suit and punched their hands, then stuffed them in and buried them.

Professor Sprout gave a thumbs up. Judging from her lip shape, Gryffindor will get 5 points.