Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

085. Lucas's Trick, Capture Professor Snape! (Kneeling To Customize!)

"Gentlemen and ladies, our first prize has arrived, and the winner is: Miss Ginny Weasley!"

Ginny looked at the lottery ticket in her hand in disbelief.

She's just here to try her luck.

But she didn't expect that each person had a chance to draw a lottery, so she won the first prize.

Ginny, who just turned 11 this year, looked at her parents in bewilderment.

"Come on, what!"

"Ginny, you're the best!"

"We're proud of you, sister!"

Everyone in the Weasley family is cheering for Ginny~.

Even Ron is no exception.

It's just that he still wants his sister to do a - small favor.

"Ginny, if someone asks you what you like later, just say you like that broomstick!"

Ron's words immediately drew glaring glances from his family.

The twins pushed Ron to the back of the crowd, one on the left and one on the right.

Molly Weasley lovingly said to her little daughter: "Choose whatever you like, baby."

"Miss Weasley, have you made a decision yet?"

Ginny was a little nervous about Weta beside her.

After hesitating for a long time, she whispered, "I want a wizard robe, is that okay?"

"Of course, please wait a moment."

After Vita finished speaking, he walked to the staff lounge.

It was the first time Ginny was in the limelight.

This man made her very uncomfortable.

At this moment, exclamations came from the crowd.

Ginny turned around and saw Lucas walking in front of her holding a luxurious lady's wizard robe.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Weasley, thank you for coming today, this is a prize for you, the best wizard robe in this shop.

"In addition, in order to thank you for bringing your good luck to our store, I decided to give you a bottle of limited edition magic perfume, I hope you can accept it."

Ginny stared blankly at the blond boy in front of her.

Especially the eyes of the other party, Blue, seemed to contain mysterious magic power.

Ginny suddenly felt her cheeks heat up.

I took the gift in a hurry, said thank you, and ran to my parents.

"Ginny, how can you be so rude."

Molly taught her little daughter a lesson, and then made a special trip to thank Lucas.

"That's your grade chief?"

Pansy Parkinson's father asked softly.

Although he was asking about his daughter, his eyes kept wandering around Lucas.

"That's right, he's a very attractive man, and he's also very strong!"

"Grindelwald!" the man muttered to himself, and then to his daughter, "You need to get in touch with each other more at school, understand?"

Pansy frowned slightly, but nodded anyway.

She heard the meaning of her father's words.

But she likes Dellaco Malfoy.

Besides, Pansy doesn't think he's Lucas' type either.

Fortunately Lucas didn't know what Pansy's father was thinking.

As far as her daughter looks like a lion, Lucas really can't accept it.

at the same time.

Mrs. Zabini also inspected all the shops.

Watching the endless stream of customers.

This charming lady never stopped smiling.

After all, no one would feel sorry for Garen.

"Reiss, get along well with your chief lord, what matters should be discussed more than the other party, the future belongs to you young people, you know?"

"Don't worry mother, I know what to do!"

The same words appear in every corner of the store.

Most of the families and descendants who came here today are in Slytherin College.

The shrewd Slytherin will certainly not miss the opportunity to get along with the strong.

"Vita, go find Dean Snape and tell him that I have something very important to discuss with him later."

Vita just left.

Lucas was tapped on the shoulder.

Seeing Hermione standing behind him, he stepped forward to give her a hug.

"No, my parents are here."

Hermione continued with reddish ears, "I'm sorry, because I brought my parents with me, I was delayed for some time, and I couldn't attend your opening ceremony on time.

Looking at the little witch with eyes full of guilt in front of her.

Lucas rubbed the other's head, messing up the fluffy brown hair even more.

"Hate!"

Hermione patted Lucas' mischievous hand, and quickly took out the comb to straighten her hair.

"I have a gift for you, but let's meet your parents first."

Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger are good talkers.

Especially Mr. Granger.

He didn't have the haughty attitude of other dentists.

You know, the social status of dentists in England is very high.

"Uncle, Aunt, just tell Hermione what you like, and I'll find someone to give it to you.

The Grangers smiled and nodded.

However, his gaze has been patrolling between his daughter and the handsome young man in front of him.

I can't stand my parents like this.

Hermione hurriedly dragged the two of them to the store next door to choose clothes.

"We won't bother you, you go ahead!"

Send off Hermione's parents.

Lucas also attracted the patriarchs of several pure-blood families.

Although he has long been used to this kind of communication.

But the non-stop talking with people also made Lucas feel a bit physically and mentally exhausted.

"Lucas, let me introduce you, this is my mother.

Looking at the elegant lady beside Della Branch.

Lucas greeted each other modestly: "Mrs. Malfoy, nice to meet you."

"It's my honor, Mr. Grindelwald, I haven't thanked you for taking care of Della at Hogwarts."

"After returning this time, my husband and I found that Della has grown a lot, and we are very grateful.

See Narcissa Malfoy.

Lucas immediately thought of the locket that should still be in the old house in Laike.

Mrs. Malfoy was a member of the Laike family before she got married.

Ask the nagging house-elf to hand over the locket.

Maybe try getting Narcissa or Dellako to reach out?

Narcissa is a bit difficult.

But Dellako is easy to deceive, he has half of the blood of the Laike family on his body.

Might as well command the house-elf.

Just do that, take Dellaco to Grimmauld Place as soon as you get back from France.

At this time, Della Ke looked happy.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of cold wind blowing into the wizard robe.

It made him shiver uncontrollably.

Just when he felt strange, he heard Lucas say to his mother.

"I've heard that the lady was formerly of the Bo Laike family, and my father once said that Bo Rocks Mr Bo Laike was the oldest and purest wizard he had ever seen.

"My grandfather would be very happy to know that Mr. Grindelwald praised him."

Narcissa Malfoy replied with a smile.

The two chatted about some interesting things about Della's life at Hogwarts.

Until Lucas saw Vita beckoning to him.

Then he apologized and walked towards the staff lounge.

Push open the door.

Professor Snape, dressed in black, was standing with his back to the door.

"Why doesn't the dean sit down? Is there something to leave immediately?"

"Mr. Grindelwald, if you only brought me here to listen to this nonsense, then leave."

"Holy Spirit Grass, I have Holy Spirit Grass here!"

Professor Snape who had already opened the door stopped immediately.

"What did you say?"

Seeing Professor Snape appear in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Lucas repeated himself again: "I said I have Holy Grass."

…0 for flowers………

"Impossible, the holy spirit grass has long been extinct."

As soon as Professor Snape finished speaking, a pure white flower full of vitality appeared in front of his eyes.

"Is this... holy spirit grass?"

See each other's obsessed eyes.

Lucas raised his eyebrows a little proudly.

If anything caught Professor Snape's attention.

Lily Potter counts as one.

Potions are another.

Possibly, probably now, Harry Potter needs to be added.

Lucas believed that no potions master could refuse the holy spirit herb.

Because the holy spirit grass is the key material for refining the water of life.

water of life, healing potion

No matter how bad the injury is.

As long as there is a breath, it can be healed by the water of life.

It can be called a magical potion with anti-heaven effects.

Every potions master in the world wants to make eaux-de-vie.

However, the holy spirit grass has long been extinct.

The water of life can only exist in books.

can now.

Lucas took out a genuine holy spirit grass.

"Dean, can you sit down and talk slowly?"

"State your terms."

Professor Snape asked immediately after taking his seat.

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His character is like this, never procrastinating.

"I refine five bottles of advanced potions for my potion shop every month, and provide a bottle of Felicia every six months."

"Of course, I will produce all the materials, and I will pay you for the production. At the end of each year, I will give you a holy spirit herb, how about it?"

Professor Snape was silent for a long time.

"Yes, are there any requirements for high-level potions?"

"Not yet, but after school starts, I need you to provide me with a bottle of Wolf's Poison every month.

"Wolf Potion?"

Professor Snape looked at Lucas with scrutiny.

"Sorry, it's not what I want to use!"

"Oh well!"

Seeing that the other party agreed to his request.

Lucas took out a wooden box and put the holy spirit grass in it.

"This is a deposit paid to you in advance. If you decide which five high-level potions to brew, write to me anytime, and I will send someone to deliver the materials to you."

"Finally, Dean Snape, wish us a happy cooperation!"

He looked at the right hand stretched out in front of him.

Professor Snape snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the door.

But before going out.

He still reminded Lucas: "Less publicity in the future, especially the limelight like the end-of-semester dinner will only arouse unnecessary suspicion for you.

Watching Professor Snape walking away quickly.

Lucas chuckled suddenly.

Their Lord Snake King really has a weird temper.

A busy day is finally over.

Back to the manor.

Lucas sat wearily on the chair.

Astia flew to his side, still holding the letter from Hermione in her mouth.

The content of the letter is mainly the gratitude that the Granger couple asked Hermione to convey on their behalf.

Today was a real eye-opener for the Grangers.

And also got a lot of interesting gadgets from the wizarding world.

Lucas fell asleep just looking at it.

Early the next morning.