This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Chapter 281

"I don't know what the professor will teach us in this class?"

"Who knows? I hope it's not about review... Review, review, every professor is talking about review... The OWLs exam is still a while away, isn't it too early to review now?"

"What do you mean early? Haven't you heard that Ron from Gryffindor is in the library every day now, and he is probably the first in spells..."

"That's hard to say, Nash is the same... Don't forget Granger, she is not someone who will be easily overwhelmed."

...

The students around were talking about it, mainly because the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is now a rare and interesting class.

Lockhart is doing something new in every class, making the class very lively. Although he doesn't seem to have any desire to let students review, everyone likes this state.

There are too many professors who ask people to review, but this is the only interesting one!

Even Andrew found it interesting - although he occasionally suspected that this professor didn't care about the final grade, he did learn a lot from Professor Lockhart this semester.

Half of the credit for deciphering most of the content of Vagadu's Transfiguration system was obtained by Professor Lockhart's little tricks one by one!

"Strange... Should the class start?"

"Yes, but where is the professor?"

...

When Andrew was distracted, the topic of the class changed - anxious emotions appeared among the students, and everyone began to wonder why the professor had not arrived yet.

Although there is a chance of providing a surprise, this time is a bit too long.

When it was about seven or eight minutes after the class time, almost everyone turned their eyes to Andrew.

"I'll go and see, maybe the professor forgot the class schedule..."

Andrew stood up while smiling and talking to his classmates.

'It shouldn't be, Professor Lockhart's energy is so strong that it can't be used up. How could such a loophole appear? '

He was even a little worried, but what was there to worry about being late?

It's possible that he overslept or forgot - after all, it's a professor who is used in seven parts, so it's normal to forget in a hurry.

‘It’s better to be busy with the exams. It would be great if Professor Lockhart is still here next year… I have to get some of the best stuff out next year, right?’

He thought optimistically, walked to Lockhart’s office door, and knocked on it—no response.

Again.

Still no one, and it was locked.

‘Did you go to the teacher’s lounge?’

He ran over, but unfortunately, there was no one. There was only one professor, and his reputation was a bit, uh, turbulent.

“Is there something going on with Minerva?”

Professor Snape glanced at Andrew. Although his tone was not very happy, fortunately he did not dislike the Gryffindor special attack.

"No, Professor, I'm just looking for Professor Lockhart. He didn't go to class, so I came here to try my luck."

"Didn't go to class?"

Snape's low voice rose a little, "Heh, is this how the professor Albus found works?"

'I almost forgot that Professor Snape is equally hostile to every Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but Professor Lockhart is more equal because of his personality...'

But it's really hard to say such things, and Professor Snape has already stood up.

"Then let's go and find out what Professor Lockhart is up to."

'You just want to prove to your face that the professor of Dark Arts is not good...'

Andrew didn't need to guess what the professor in front of him wanted to do, but he couldn't refuse.

"Go to his office first, maybe he's sleeping..."

Snape's mocking voice floated in front, and Andrew could only follow - it's best to sleep. In the seventh grade, it's hard to say whether he should sleep for a while, but it's understandable.

There was still no response to the knock on the door, and the door was still locked. But Professor Snape looked at the door lock and his expression suddenly changed.

"It's locked from the inside with magic."

"Ah?"

Before Andrew could say anything, the door was opened by magic.

The office was empty, but the door to the living room inside was half-open, and there was a disgusting smell coming from it.

"Vomitosis!"

Snape barely paused.

The door to the living room was opened, and Professor Lockhart was lying on the table, with vomit spreading from the table to the floor, making the smell of the whole room unbearable.

"Poisoned?"

'Poisoned? '

Before Andrew could react, the professor, who he suspected of serious water addition, turned Lockhart over and used his wand to pry open his eyes to observe.

"Not dead, but there is hope. I'll go get the medicine, you watch the scene, it's best to call the elf to let Madam Pomfrey come over once."

It was rare for Andrew to see Professor Snape become serious.

"Okay."

He nodded, and while Professor Snape ran to get the medicine, he called the elf and told it to notify Madam Pomfrey.

Then he began to observe in the room.

Although he had sent many students here for detention, this was his first time here.

The style was not very good. Although the books on the bookshelf were cleverly covered, they still looked fake at first glance. Well, he had not read much.

‘Who poisoned the school? Who caused trouble in the school? ’

He shook his head, unable to figure it out, but suddenly caught a reflection on the ground - it was a small glass bottle, which looked like a potion, but the bottle contained a lot of protective wax...

‘Don’t touch it, wait for someone...’

Madam Pomfrey even rushed in front of Professor Snape.

"Oh my God, who did it?"

She carefully began to look through Professor Lockhart's books, "It can be saved, but this poison... who did it?"

Andrew saw Madam Pomfrey pick up her wand to clean it up, but she gave up on her own initiative.

"Wait for Professor Snape to confirm, he knows more about poisoning."

"No, I don't know."

Professor Snape even panted a little, "I can't analyze it, I can only use a stupid method to keep him alive first... and then crack and study it in a targeted manner..."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of fecal stone and stuffed it in.

"By the way, professor, there is an empty bottle on the ground, I suspect it was poisoned."

Andrew pointed to the clue.

"Bottle? That's right, a potion bottle."

Professor Snape picked it up, took a look, smelled it, and even poured out a drop of residual potion with his fingers.

Then, he looked at the pile of vomit.

The expression on his face became extremely cold again, even with some disgust.

"Felix Felicis, inferior, more toxic than normal..."

"Felix Felicis?"

Madam Pomfrey's surprised voice.

"Yes, Felix Felicis, dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance, and the toxicity accumulates..."

"Felix Felicis poisoning... very serious."