Chapter 67: Lockhart is persecuted
Thanks to Della, the chaotic Defense Against the Dark Arts class was still going on, simply because Lockhart boasted about his deeds in his popular books - Della had already determined that he was a wizard with no talent, and now there was not even a serious textbook to read.
Della thought to herself that she must go to Professor Snape in the evening to see how Lockhart mixed the Felicis Potion that took at least half a year to prepare in one night.
As soon as the get out of class was over, Della, Harry and Ron rushed out impatiently. As soon as they walked out of the classroom, they saw the tall figure of senior sister Arlian.
"Senior, why are you here?" Della came forward and another apple was stuffed into her hand.
"I noticed that you didn't come to the long table for lunch at noon," Ariane grabbed Della's hand, and Maggie on her shoulder climbed back onto Della, "and I think Maggie missed you too."
"Him," Della touched Maggie's slippery snake body and smiled without saying anything. She held the apple in her hand and said, "Thank you so much, senior."
"Remember to eat next time. I'll go to Potions class first." Aryan reached out and rubbed Della's hair, which felt so good.
"Goodbye, senior." Della waved goodbye to Aryan. Seeing the female president of the Snake House leave, Harry and Ron immediately pulled the somewhat absent-minded Hermione over.
Just at this moment, the Malfoy trio also came over. The leader, Draco, looked at them, then glanced at the apple in Della's hand, then walked away with a grim expression and pursed his lips.
"..." Della did not deliberately avoid his gaze when he looked over, but Draco never met Della's eyes from beginning to end.
Maybe there really was something missing between the two of them, and I knew today wouldn't end so easily.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Ron asked, rubbing his head. This was obviously the scene he had always wanted to see, but when he actually saw it, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Hmm..." Della paused, not knowing how to express this to the others, so she just said slowly, "I found an irreconcilable contradiction."
"What spear—" Ron just opened his mouth when Harry stepped on him. After receiving his friend's disapproving look, he quickly stopped talking.
"You'll always have us, Della," Hermione took Della's arm, her eyes sparkling with eagerness, "Do you like Professor Lockhart too? There's his latest poster in my dormitory, we can go and have a look together."
......
Della was silent for a moment, then immediately showed her standard smile, "What a pity, Professor Snape asked me to continue dealing with potions after class. Maybe next time, Hermione."
"That's a pity." Hermione sounded extremely disappointed, which gave Della goosebumps. After saying goodbye to the little lions, she couldn't wait to walk towards Snape's office.
Entering the dim cellar, Della let out a breath and sat down at the small table next to Snape's desk with ease. She turned on the magic light, took out the parchment, ate an apple and began to write today's Transfiguration homework.
Just after five o'clock, Snape pushed open the door of the cellar. When he saw Della at the desk, he seemed a little surprised. "Riddle, what are you doing here?"
"I also want to see how Professor Lockhart prepares his simplified version of the Felicis Potion, Professor," Della showed a slightly malicious smile, "Professor, have you prepared all the materials? I can help clean the sedge."
"...You can prepare this," Snape's lips curled up, but he quickly suppressed it, "But I think you came to me to avoid the other blond-haired guy."
"In fact, it's Professor Lockhart that I'm avoiding. Hermione seems to like him very much. This is really strange." Della frowned, then shrugged helplessly. "As for the other blond, I think he avoids me more than I avoid him."
"In a way, they are very similar, aren't they?" Snape pouted, remembering something. He walked to Della and took a look at her Transfiguration homework. "Pretentious, and with that ridiculous sense of superiority."
"I really can't seem to refute what the professor said." Della twirled the quill in her hand.
"You shouldn't contradict your professor," Snape glanced at Della and put down her Transfiguration homework.
"Tomorrow your Potions class will be about preparing softening agents. You will clean the sedge for Lockhart first. I will take him to an empty classroom after dinner. You need to prepare the ingredients for fifty people tomorrow before he comes."
"I'm willing to prepare for a few more nights just to see how Professor Lockhart prepares the potion." Della's eyes were surprisingly bright. After experiencing such a strange day, she really needed an outlet.
When it comes to making others unlucky, Snape showed great initiative. As for Lockhart, who kept making excuses to shirk his responsibilities, Snape took the popular fiction writer to an empty classroom in an almost coercive manner. Della, on the other hand, smiled and kept praising Lockhart, making it impossible for him to escape.
Sure enough, Lockhart didn't even know what ingredients were needed to prepare the Felixir. Faced with the various materials that Snape listed on the table that he couldn't recognize at all, he could only smile awkwardly, then tentatively picked up a handful of grass leaves and threw them into the crucible.
It was flatulence grass. Snape and Della tacitly covered their noses with protective handkerchiefs. This was indeed one of the ingredients of the Felicityl potion. It could amplify certain abilities when used normally, but people who inhaled the smell would fart continuously until the effect of the drug stopped.
There are many materials with such hidden effects on the table, and the herb that Della specially recommended is lying at the very edge. It is indeed the key material of the Fuling potion, but only the purified essence can be used.
If you put it directly into the crucible, it will not only explode, that's 100% certain, but the gas produced at the moment of the explosion will also cause a person to break out in a rash.
Of course, none of the above are fatal, and I believe Madam Pomfrey can cure them.
Della had already cast a protective spell on the prepared materials. After watching Lockhart pretend to crush a piece of daisy root, she walked a few steps to Snape who had raised his wand. The unprocessed daisy roots could easily explode the crucible, not to mention that the scabious grass was right next to the daisy roots.
The father and daughter looked at each other, and there was a strange determination in each other's eyes. Snape pushed Della behind him, and then chanted a protective spell the moment Lockhart threw the sedge into the crucible.
The range of this protective spell certainly included Professor Lockhart, but unlike his own and Della's absolute protection, Snape only isolated Lockhart from liquids and heat, and allowed the escaping gas to cover the entire body of the golden-haired professor.
Amid the screams, Snape pulled out a black cloth from the podium and wrapped Lockhart's whole body. He took out the certificate he had written earlier from his pocket and handed it to Della.
"I'll take our poor Professor Lockhart, who misplaced the materials, to the infirmary first. If you run into Filch bothering you on your way back to the dungeons, give this to him."
"Okay, Professor."
Della was in a good mood. She took the note and spoke in a much lighter tone.