Chapter 80 Smith's Old House

At night,

Lockhart was lying on the bed, full of regret. He had been in the magic world for more than ten years, relying on amnesia to sneak attack countless wizards and obtain their memories... He almost never failed.

But he had only been in Hogwarts for a short period of six months, and he had almost no luck. He suffered all the losses that he had never suffered in the first half of his life.

But he didn't dare to leave. He suddenly resigned before a year had passed. According to the contract, he had to pay too much and had to publish an advertisement to clarify the reason for leaving school...

This was a fatal blow to his future career.

Lockhart also wanted to participate in the election of the Minister of Magic in the future, and he couldn't leave any stain.

But if he didn't leave, he would be injured every day, and Lockhart couldn't stand it.

You said you had nothing to do, so you held a duel club. Are you a jerk?

Lockhart raised his arm and wanted to slap himself, but the bandaged hand was so painful as soon as he raised it, as if hundreds of ants were swallowing it.

Lockhart groaned in pain again.

At this moment, the door of the ward was opened, and Madam Pomfrey came over with a potion. She said with a stern face:

"Professor Lockhart, it's time to drink the medicine!"

Lockhart took the potion with his uninjured left hand. He looked at the potion that looked like mud and couldn't help frowning:

"Madam Pomfrey, can you drink this thing?"

"This is the dragon bone piercing water... It is specially used to eliminate the bone fragments in your body." Madam Pomfrey explained softly:

"After drinking it, take a nap and you should be fine soon."

"But this is too..." Lockhart looked embarrassed.

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Madam Pomfrey persuaded.

"Madam Pomfrey, tell me the truth, is this brewed by Snape?!" Lockhart stared at Madam Pomfrey.

He had already discovered that Snape had serious malice towards him. If it was really a potion brewed by Snape, he would definitely not drink it.

"This..." Madam Pomfrey hesitated for a moment and said, "It's really not made by Professor Snape. I will never lie to you!"

"Okay."

Lockhart was relieved. He took the potion, sniffed it, and almost vomited.

He quickly took out a large piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth, then pinched his nose and swallowed the potion in one gulp.

Lockhart suddenly foamed at the mouth, and his whole body twitched on the bed. He sobbed:

"This medicine... is poisonous..."

"Professor Lockhart, Professor Lockhart... Come quickly!"

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Lockhart's condition suddenly worsened and he was urgently transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic... The news quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.

According to Madam Pomfrey, Lockhart is not in danger of life, but may not be back until after Christmas.

After Neville and Hannah learned of the news, they were worried for several days, fearing that a group of Aurors would suddenly appear and take them to Azkaban.

Hannah even prepared to flee to the end of the world. The little girl would go to the kitchen whenever she had nothing to do and ask the house elves to make some food that could be preserved for a long time...

She and Neville ate it on the way to escape!

Fortunately, the school finally determined that it was a work-related injury, not potion poisoning, which made Neville and Hannah breathe a sigh of relief.

Lockhart's "hard work" for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is really tearful, but Professor Snape is even more tearful...

In the case of a shortage of staff in the Hogwarts teaching team, he consciously took on two duties and took on the role of acting teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

If it weren't for Professor Binns who didn't want a salary, Snape would definitely be the winner of this year's Teacher Model Award!

Snape took on the role of acting teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts again. On the first day, he brought in a troll. He defeated the opponent with just one spell and then asked the little wizard to practice with him.

Although people who don't like Snape still don't like him, they have to admit... Snape's teaching level is indeed very high.

It can only be said that there is no harm without comparison!

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As December approached, snowflakes began to fall from the sky as the Christmas holiday approached.

Although it was the first snow, it fell like goose feathers, and a thick layer of snow soon accumulated in Hogwarts.

After Filch was injured, the task of snow removal was given to Hagrid every day. He carried a large backpack every day, like a shit shoveler, shoveling snow into the backpack, and then throwing it into the open space outside the castle.

Soon, a small snow mountain appeared in the school, and under Dumbledore's magic, it turned into a big snow mountain.

Although it was very interesting, the weather was too cold. Except for classes, students crowded in the lounge every day and did not go out.

Professor Flitwick taught a magic called the Warming Charm. As long as you knock on your head, your body will become warm.

But the disadvantage of this magic is that it is easy to get thirsty.

Therefore, each student held a thermos cup, like a retired old man.

Professor McGonagall also taught everyone how to transform snowballs into flames, but those flames were cold and could not ignite anything.

Therefore, students can often be seen in the lounge having "fire" fights, throwing balls of fire at each other.

In the Herbology class, each little wizard must endure the cold and put clothes, socks and scarves on the Mandrake.

Mandrakes are also afraid of cold and can easily freeze to death.

Rove also secretly kept a few little skirts to give to the Sniffers as Christmas gifts this year.

Rove's truth serum was not finished, but fortunately there was no attack recently, so he focused all his attention on gathering intelligence at the Smith's house.

Sitting in the library, Rolf was flipping through a book when he heard hurried footsteps.

Rolf looked up and found that Hermione and Shirley were walking over and putting a bunch of old newspapers in front of him.

"Rolf." Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she said excitedly, "The information about the Smith family you want!"

Rolf picked up the Daily Prophet and stared at the yellowed photos of the activities on it.

It was a newspaper from fifty years ago, and the photo showed a fat old witch wearing an exquisite ginger wig.

The caption under the photo was:

Hufflepuff descendant... the famous collector Hepzibah Smith was found dead in the Smith old house today.

The Ministry of Magic determined that Hokey, Hepzibah Smith's house-elf, was a major criminal suspect who had placed poison in her evening cocoa...

We have to reiterate the safety of house-elfs...

Rolf knew that it was actually Tom Riddle who did it. In order to get the Hufflepuff cup and Slytherin pendant, he put the blame on the house-elf.

Shirley quickly handed over another newspaper, and the boy glanced at the title:

The old Smith house was sold by Hepzibah Smith's great-niece because of the ghost.

It is reported that the owner of Borgin and Burke's bought all the collections in the old house...

Rolf frowned.

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