Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 96 Three Wishes Come True (Subscribe)
On the stage, Hardy held his wand in both hands, patiently watching the changes in the expressions of the little wizards.

"Participate? Or not?" A little wizard asked his friends hesitantly.

"Of course I participated, and there are punitive prizes, wouldn't it be more exciting?" The little wizards of Slytherin quickly confirmed their intention to continue.

"Punishment will make the joy of getting the Eudemons card stronger."

"Go! Go! Go! The 3-star constellation Eudemons card must be mine!"

After a brief struggle, all the little wizards in the auditorium agreed on the answer.

"Anyone want to quit?" Hardy continued to cast the amplifying spell, "Very well, it seems that everyone wants to give it a go."

He and the professors in the corner of the auditorium exchanged glances one after another, and then a disturbing smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, I'm not feeling well." Harry swallowed.

Ron grabbed his arm tightly, "Harry, we're friends, right? Don't draw the Eudemons card, my heart won't be able to take it."

He then looked at Hermione grievously.

But the other party blinked first and said, "It's our first meeting, who are you?"

Ron: "???"

As Hardy turned his wand, a large number of colored shreds of paper drifted down from the ceiling again, and the lottery began again.

One after another, the little wizards who were in a nervous mood walked onto the stage.

The young wizards in the audience, watching the different results they drew, sometimes applauded and cheered, and sometimes sighed.

"Thanks for participating."

"Thanks for participating."

"Congratulations! I got a 3-star Eudemons card, Capricorn!"

"Congratulations! I got a special prize, a voucher for Filch's weekend work experience."

"Thanks for participating."

"Thanks for participating."

"Congratulations! Draw a special prize and fulfill Professor Snape's three wishes!"

When thinking of this special prize, even Hardy couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

When Snape wrote this thing, he hadn't even noticed it before.

He looked at Harry Potter who was sitting paralyzed on the stage with pity, and lifted it vigorously.

"Mr. Potter, be strong, there is no difficulty in life."

Harry's expression was lifeless, and he looked back at Ron with weak legs.

The other party's eyes were red, and he gave the other party a thumbs up from the air, "Oh, Merlin, maybe this is the real friendship."

Two little wizards from Gryffindor were called to drag the unsteady Harry Potter down, and Hardy began to speed up.

Soon, more than half of the little wizards walked onto the stage, and the parchment ball inside the huge glass bottle rapidly decreased.

Neville, Luna, and Hermione were lucky enough to draw 3-star Eudemons cards.

Malfoy has won a special prize and needs to help Professor Sprout clean the grass pot for a month.

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In the auditorium, as the last ball of parchment fell into Percy's hands, the entire lottery officially came to an end.

"Thanks for participating."

After reading the results on the ball of paper, Percy waved his arms regretfully, turned and walked off the stage.

"Okay, this lottery draw has successfully concluded here, thank you for your participation."

Hardy waved his wand, and immediately one after another fireworks bloomed from the ceiling.

"Let's congratulate those lucky ones who got Eudemons cards and special prizes."

After clapping his hands, he said, "Then, please return to the dormitory to rest in an orderly manner under the leadership of the prefect."

"It's getting late, I wish everyone a good dream!"

Jumping off the stage, Hardy came to the back of the stage and handed over the rest to Filch.

Filch couldn't control the smile on his face and grinned at the thought of having a little wizard experience his weekend work.

"Just wait and see, they'll find out, so what if there's magic? No one can beat me at cleaning..."

After the lottery, almost all the professors walked towards Hardy and greeted him warmly.

Everyone's face was filled with bright smiles, and seeing Professor McGonagall felt a little regretful.

"If I had known, I should have written something." She shook her head regretfully.

When all the little wizards followed the prefect back to the common room, Neville suddenly sneaked out of the team with the excuse of "stomach ache".

He had never taken the initiative to do such a violation of discipline, and when he came in front of Hardy, his whole face turned red.

"Mr. Longbottom?" Hardy was obviously a little surprised that Neville came looking for him at this time.

Pursing his lips, Neville finally said, "I've made up my mind, Professor, I'm willing to drink the potion of memory."

Hardy glanced at the clock on the wall, "Okay, I respect your decision, but you can go to the infirmary tomorrow morning, it's too late now."

"No," Neville called to Hardy who was about to leave, "Can I do it now?"

Hardy looked at the other party in confusion, "Why? This matter is not so urgent."

Neville lowered his head embarrassingly, "I won the Eudemons card today, Professor, I mean, I'm very lucky right now."

"So that's how it is," Hardy suddenly realized.

It seemed that Neville Longbottom in front of him wanted to take advantage of his good luck and drink the potion of strong memory while chasing after the victory.

Perhaps, it would help him get through that stinging burn easier?

"Madame Pomfrey," Hardy called to the other party who was about to leave, and quickly explained the relevant matters.

She looked at Hardy and Neville in surprise, and directly refused, "No, this is too crazy."

"Taking rote potions is an extremely dangerous thing, Professor Ollivander, how can you bring it up?"

"I beg you--"

Neville pleaded, he didn't want to miss this good luck.

Hardy looked at Madam Pomfrey, "Yes, few people can withstand that burning sensation, but at least I have drank it, and I understand it."

Hearing this, both Neville and Madam Pomfrey showed expressions of astonishment.

At the same time, Hardy, who was calm in Gujing, sighed helplessly.

At the beginning, he was worried that his memory loss in Godric's Hollow would cause some damage to the brain, so he had obtained this kind of thing through illegal channels.

But unfortunately, after drinking Qiang Ji potion, I didn't notice any changes in my body.

The fragments of the past quickly flashed through Hardy's mind, and he continued: "In addition, we also have the best school doctor, which is totally worth a try."

Originally, Madam Pomfrey still insisted on refusing to provide help, but seeing Neville almost crying in anxiety, her heart softened immediately.

"Oh, my God, I shouldn't be a soft-hearted person." Under Neville's pleading, Madam Pomfrey reluctantly nodded.

Ten o'clock in the evening, in the medical room.

As Madam Pomfrey stepped out from behind the white curtain, Neville Longbottom, who was on the hospital bed, immediately began to moan in pain.

"Professor Ollivander, you are too cruel to Longbottom."

Madam Pomfrey complained, feeling very anxious.

Hardy paid close attention to Neville's situation, and said calmly, "Longbottom said that he hopes to become an excellent Auror, and I'm helping him realize the reality."

"As an Auror, there is a possibility of being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse at any time. If he can't bear even a little burning sensation, he should kill this idea as soon as possible."

Hardy said indifferently: "Maybe in Madam Pomfrey's heart, I have always had the image of a good teacher? But the real me is not."

At the moment of speaking, Madam Pomfrey couldn't help trembling all over.

She felt a shuddering chill, which can only be felt by extremely dangerous wizards.

(End of this chapter)