The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Jane was not stupid enough to explode. This potion class passed without any danger. But Harry was not so relaxed. He could only follow the steps in the book to mix the potion without attending the class.

But neither he nor Ron were the kind of people who would prepare in advance. It could be said that it was the first time to read the book and then mix the potion directly. How could it be successful! It exploded directly. I don’t know what splashed out, and it burned through Snape’s robes directly. There was also a lingering pungent sour and bitter smell.

This also led to Gryffindor’s deduction of ten points.

After class, Malfoy’s laughter resounded throughout the corridor, and the Gryffindor people were itching.

“I told you that they are more likely to make mistakes under the professor’s nose, these idiots!” Malfoy laughed.

Lind ignored them and walked at the back.

“Harry, this way!” The familiar voice flashed with dazzling magnesium light.

A puff of green smoke rose, and Colin walked out of the crowd. It made Harry tremble. Malfoy saw Colin and laughed at Harry even more.

Lind continued to walk forward, waving his hand to fan the pungent smell of magnesium powder burning in this old-fashioned camera.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this hand will definitely be healed before Halloween!"

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At night, Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.

Lockhart sat at his long table in purple pajamas. He picked up his own photo on the table. The Lockhart in the photo was in high spirits, with confidence and a smile on his face.

But he knew that all his "legendary experiences" were just stolen, relying on his superb forgetfulness spell.

First, get other people's stories out, and then eliminate those people's experiences, so that he can openly say that other people's experiences are his own.

"Your story is very good, but it's mine now!"

This is the truth about Lockhart's legendary experiences that he wrote into the book.

But all this was discovered by Dumbledore, Lockhart thought. He forced me to come here to fill the numbers and be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a year.

Lockhart didn't dare to resist. Dumbledore told him that as long as he worked as a teacher for a year, he would help him keep the secret, and he could continue to be his big star.

But... who doesn't know! The teachers of this course never had a good end, so after coming here, he chose to be a clown, a waste, and played badly all day long.

But in this way, he sacrificed his future, his personality collapsed, and he could never go back!

But today, Lockhart's partner, Quirrell, seemed to have provided Lockhart with some inspiration.

A guy with the same surname as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who disappeared last year. He found me before I came to Hogwarts and asked me to pay attention to a child named Lind Augustus.

The reward was an unpublished new spell that could make him successful.

Thinking of this, Quirrell picked up the letter sent to him by his partner today:

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Lockhart

I was very surprised to hear that you were like a clown in Hogwarts. I have met you before. Although I have never seen you cast a spell properly, your professional level is unquestionable...

...I remember when I was still studying at Hogwarts, the legend of the Chamber of Secrets was always circulating...

You are not planning to use the Chamber of Secrets again...

I didn't expect it! This way you will have new works next year...

I have set up a "club" here. How about joining next year...

Your friend, Quirrell.

P.S. Don't forget the business!

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Lockhart read the letter several times again. He muttered slowly, "The Legend of the Chamber of Secrets..."

He picked up his photo on the table and said to himself in the photo, "I think I have a good plan!"

Thinking about it, Lockhart began to talk to himself in the photo.

It was not until a quarter of an hour later that Lockhart finally stopped and looked at himself in the photo.

He actually had 99% of the idea now, just a little bit short, just 1% of confidence.

Lockhart in the photo seemed to be very intelligent. He smiled confidently and clapped his hands, "Go for it! We don't have much room for retreat, right?

For our dreams, for wizards all over the world to remember our names, for our names to go down in history. Go for it, we are Gilderoy Lockhart!

And as long as we are careful, we won't be in any danger!"

The words from the photo were like the last piece of the puzzle, completely stimulating his desire.

"Yes, I am Gilderoy Lockhart! Third Class Medal of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and five-time winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from Witch Weekly.

I am not the clown they say I am...

Time flies, and on Halloween Eve, Lind's hand finally healed.

As soon as the splint was removed in the school infirmary, Lind couldn't wait to use Transfiguration to turn a flower basket on the bedside table into a toad! This angered Madam Pomfrey, who was preparing the recovery ointment for him.

Lind was pushed out of the school infirmary with the ointment prepared by Madam Pomfrey in his hand. Before he could thank Madam Pomfrey, the door was closed.

Lind, who had been frustrated, could only return to the lounge in a huff.

In the lounge, Jane was showing Ron how to use Transfiguration to transform into a bat. Ron also tried it, but the wings of the bat he transformed still had the handwriting on the parchment draft paper, and it didn't fly at all.

Harry continued to practice the waterproof and moisture-proof spell on the side. He had successfully learned it, but it was still difficult to maintain the whole body for a long time, so he continued to practice repeatedly.

He wanted to extend the time as much as possible, and then he could cast this spell on himself while flying. In this way, he could go to Quidditch training.

Hermione continued to do her homework on the side. She had already written twelve pages of parchment, and this was just the homework of Transfiguration. And this number was three times the number of pages specified by Professor McGonagall.

Back to the lounge, find a corner, take out a basketball-sized wooden block, and start practicing Transfiguration.

He couldn't suppress his desire to cast a spell.

Jane saw Lind sitting in the corner, and she didn't know what she thought of. Suddenly she smiled cunningly, and then drove the bat she transformed to fly over carefully.

Slowly, the bat flew silently over Linde's head. She was about to control the bat to land on Linde's body to scare him, but she saw the bat she was controlling was bitten by a big mouth, and then quickly retracted behind Linde.

Linde saw the bat bitten by the big snake she had transformed, and then glanced back at Jane and the others.

"Little trick!" Linde thought. Then his body slowly moved over.

At this time, they could see Linde and his "mount" clearly.

Linde was now sitting on the head of a huge pink octopus in a half-lying manner. The soft head of the octopus was sunken by Linde, just like a super soft sofa.

And under the octopus's head, eight thick and short tentacles with pink outside and white inside were crawling on the ground, like small rollers under a computer chair.

These eight tentacles walked towards Jane and the others with their calves with difficulty.

"How about Halloween chairs!"

As he said that, Lind turned the python in his hand into a giant bat. Then Lind raised his hand, and Jane saw the bat, which was bigger than her head, flying towards them.

Lind didn't mind the trouble and chanted another spell behind him.

"Grow bigger quickly! Happy Halloween."

The bat suddenly became like a big dog and flew towards her.