Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 47 The weather is so cold, I love the bed

In the huge auditorium, twelve illusory figures like giants waved their wands tirelessly, repeating the casting posture of the disarming spell.

The densely packed little wizards were staring at the movement of the figure meticulously, waving the magic wands in their hands vigorously.

Suddenly, a wand flew out of the little wizard's hand, and the little witch standing opposite him shouted excitedly, "I made it, I did it, Professor Ollivander!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge phantom not far from the little witch disappeared, and an exquisitely crafted card fell into the opponent's hand.

"Your performance is excellent, and this 2-star Phantom Beast card is the reward you deserve." After Hadi instructed Harry, he turned to look at the little witch, "I hope you can help other people around you to continue disarming the spell." practice."

"Ravenclaw plus ten points," Snape shouted immediately.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall smiled knowingly as they watched the sweating but orderly young wizards.

"Gidero, such a dueling club is very good, isn't it?" Principal Dumbledore looked at the young wizards practicing hard, and nodded with a smile.

"This...it's impossible. I must be dazzled. It wasn't like this just now." Lockhart stared blankly at the scene in front of him. This was not the mess he left behind just now.

"Bobby." Professor McGonagall walked up to Mrs. Pomfrey and said hello, "How do you feel today? Treating so many students is not an easy job."

Madam Pomfrey smiled and winked at Professor McGonagall, "Why? This is the first time I've seen the children practice so hard."

She admired: "To be honest, Professor Ollivander's teaching method is refreshing to me."

Seeing Headmaster Dumbledore coming, Hardy and Snape soon walked over.

"Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." Hadi greeted with a smile, and then looked at Lockhart on the other side, "Why is Professor Lockhart back?"

Snape sneered, "I have to say, the way you left just now was indeed in a hurry."

"Ah... this, it was an accident just now, I really have something urgent to do." Lockhart's expression was not quite right, he felt as if he was being roasted on the fire.

Bad luck!

As time passed, at nine o'clock in the evening, three young wizards had successfully cast the disarming spell.

And among them was Ron Weasley.

"Oh my god, Ron actually ran ahead of me this time." Hermione was dejected, and a sense of frustration suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Ron!" Harry retrieved his wand in surprise, "tell me, how did you do it?"

Ron straightened up proudly, and continued to hold his wand and gesture in mid-air, "It's like this, hohohahaha!"

He and Hermione who raised his head just had a look at each other, and then he coughed dryly, "Well, to be honest, the casting posture of the Disarming Charm is quite similar to that of the Knocking Stone Charm."

After hearing this sentence, both Harry and Hermione suddenly realized that it made sense.

You know, how outrageous Ron was in order to practice the stone-knocking spell before, as long as he saw a round thing, he wanted to go up and knock it.

However, Harry and Hermione were still happy for Ron. Since accepting the guidance of Professor Ollivander, this guy's talent in wizarding is beginning to show little by little.

After the duel club was over, the little wizards were exhausted and ready to go back to the dormitory to rest, but everyone's face was full of excitement.

"What's going on? That red-haired Weasley could cast the Disarming Curse so quickly? If it were a history of magic exam, I would suspect that he was cheating!"

On the way back to the dormitory, Malfoy had a look of disbelief, muttering something all the way.

At the fork in the road leading to the common room, Filch stared at every little wizard passing by, "Go back to your dormitory and stay, don't let me catch you wandering around during the curfew time, you can't hide it from me !"

The three little ones avoided each other far away, and Hermione couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with Filch? He barks his teeth and claws like a demon."

Harry shrugged helplessly, "Since Mrs. Norris was attacked, he has become like this, always jumping out of the corner suddenly."

Ron continued, "Hey, I heard that several senior couples had secretly dated, and he caught him!"

While the three chatted, they quickly returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione wanted to hear from Ron what those couples were doing before they were caught by Filch, but she was interrupted by the Weasley twins, which disappointed her.

Outside Hogwarts Castle, the cold wind blows, and a light rain falls in the night.

Soon, snowflakes as white as goose feathers drifted from the night, causing the temperature outside the castle to drop rapidly.

Snowing.

With a bang, Ron closed the window of the dormitory forcefully, and after a brief wash, he got into the warm bed comfortably, "It's so cold, I love the bed."

Not far away, Harry was sitting on the bed with his legs curled up, thinking about the job of translating Parseltongue that Hardy had given him.

While touching and listening to the tangible voices recorded by the ear feather notes, he wrote down fragmentary syllables and explanations with the quill pen, and from time to time he stuffed the pen barrel into his mouth and chewed slowly.

Like Harry, Hermione was also lying on the table in the dormitory, finishing the revision of her thesis.

She carefully browsed through a detailed book list given by Hardy. There were 26 references written on it, but ten of them could not be found in the library at all.

There are also nine articles that are too advanced, completely beyond the scope of Hermione's current ability to understand, and there are only seven articles that can actually be used for reference.

After Hermione quickly read the seven references to the end, she was surprised to find that they all marked "Thanks to Mr. Hardy Ollivander for the contribution" in the same line of small print.

Outside the window, snowflakes were flying, knocking on the window from time to time, making a soft "bang bang bang".

Slytherin common room.

Malfoy was still practicing the Disarming Charm, "Damn it, if Dad knew that I was behind Weasley in the practice of the spell, the consequences would be unimaginable."

He swung his wand vigorously, and suddenly a strong feeling of drowsiness came from the depths of his mind, "What's going on, I'm almost sleepy."

With extremely heavy eyelids, Malfoy walked towards his dormitory in a dizzy state. Just as he entered the door, he fell to the ground with a "plop" and made a slight snoring sound.

At the corner of the empty corridor, Filch was trembling all over, squatting in the broom cupboard.

His eyes were fixed on the outside, "Come on, show up quickly, I know, there will definitely be people who can't help but violate school rules and do some bad things secretly, I will arrest you all..."

In the respective professor's lounge.

Snape was holding a joke pocket watch, "Harry, tell me today's joke."

Harry shook her slender legs with her shoes and socks off, "It's joke time! One day, the caterpillar was explaining a problem to the little spider, but after explaining it many times, the little spider still didn't understand."

"The caterpillar got angry, and it said angrily, you can't understand what you're saying, are you a pig?"

"Guess what? The little spider replied aggrievedly, yes, yes, I am a spider, what's the problem?"

Harry's chuckle was immediately heard on the dial.

"That's a better joke than yesterday's," Snape commented pertinently.

the other side.

Hardy was looking at the green snake egg at the bottom of the magic cup. After a few days of nourishment, it had grown from one inch in diameter to two inches in diameter.

Waving his wand to test, Hardy said to himself, "So far, no unusual dangerous fluctuations have been found. It seems that we can consider waiting for this snake egg to fully hatch."

Hardy was very much looking forward to what kind of magical creatures would be bred from the snake egg produced by the connection between the Basilisk and the Gathering Cup.

"You can't let the Ministry of Magic know about this." Tapping his fingers on the table, Hardy stared at the snake egg in front of him, his eyes flickering.

(End of this chapter)