Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 133 Compound Decoction

Lockhart danced with Harry on the stage, using the convenient and easy-to-use Harry brand props as he wanted.

"Harry, that's it, then call. Yes, yes, a little taller. A little richer, good."

"Then the hair on his body and the sharp fangs disappeared, he became a normal person, I saved him, I saved the village. This village will always remember me as the hero who saved them, I let They are spared the terrible fate of being attacked by werewolves every month."

Finally, in the middle of Harry's life, the school bell finally rang.

Lockhart continued, "But this requires great strength. Only a powerful wizard like me can do it. Don't think about imitating it."

"Finally, homework, you need to write a hymn based on my victory over the werewolf Vorgar. If you write well, you will get my autographed "I Can Magic"! Well, thanks for my generosity, you earn Big." Lockhart gave his signature smile, showing his shiny white teeth.

The students all left, and Harry walked to the back of the room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting.

"Okay," Harry whispered, encouraging Hermione.

Hermione glanced around. "Wait until everyone is farther away." Then she cheered herself up, "Okay."

She walked towards Lockhart on the other side of the platform w√ww.cf≦wx.n↑et, holding a note tightly in her hand, trembling slightly, Ron and Harry followed her.

"Professor Lockhart," Hermione stammered, "I think I'd like to borrow a book from the library to get some background knowledge."

She held up the note in her hand, trying desperately to keep her hands from shaking too much, "However, this book is being kept in the forbidden area of ​​the library, and it needs the teacher's signature before it can be borrowed. I believe that this book can be borrowed. The book helps me better understand the latent attack of the poison you wrote about in Walking with the Ghoul."

"Ah, it's the book of Walking With the Ghouls!" Lockhart took the note from Hermione, smiling enthusiastically and showing his shiny white teeth, "This may be the one I'm most satisfied with. The book is out, do you like it?"

"Oh, of course I do." Hermione said enthusiastically, with more smiles on her face. "It's amazing how you can catch the last ghoul with a filter."

Hearing Hermione's praise,

Hearing her talk about the wonderful passages in the book again, Lockhart laughed even more happily, "Well, I believe, there is no reason for anyone to object, I will provide a little extra help to the best students." He pulled out A beautiful and gorgeous peacock brush, signed his name in beautiful swash.

"Yeah, it's beautiful, very nice." Lockhart smiled happily. "I usually only use it when I'm signing books."

Hermione hurriedly folded the note and put it in her backpack.

Lockhart turned his gaze to Harry and continued, "Harry, tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor House against Slytherin. I hear you are a very good hunter. Golfer, that's awesome, like when I was younger."

"I was also the best Seeker at the time, and they wanted me to join the national team. But I refused. I prefer to use my life experience to destroy evil. However, if you need some national team masters Guidance, I can give you a small stove. You can come to me, and I will be happy to pass on my experience to young people, which will be very rewarding for you."

Harry grunted indistinctly and hurriedly left the classroom behind Hermione and Ron.

"I can't believe it." Harry looked in disbelief as the trio carefully scrutinized the signature on the note, "He didn't read the book we wanted to borrow at all."

"Because he's an idiot with no brains at all." Ron was indignant, he would rather not have these than borrow this book, anyway, they all have big cocks and don't have to worry about the basilisk.

"This is because I used a good method, and naturally I can get what we want." Hermione said with a relaxed expression, completely forgetting her panic and nervousness just now.

"Never mind, I've got everything I need anyway." Ron followed them to the library disapprovingly.

Walking into the quiet and dull library, they lowered their voices unconsciously. Mrs. Pince of the library is not a good person to get along with.

To be precise, she is a thin and shrewd woman with a very short temper. She is like a malnourished vulture, watching all the students as if they are looking at the prey.

"Strong Potion?" she said suspiciously, grabbing the note from Hermione's hand.

Mrs. Pince held the note aloft, shone and shone at the light, and finally determined that it was not a forgery. She strode into the tall bookshelf with her head held high, and after a few minutes, she came back with a thick book with a musty smell in her hand.

Hermione carefully put the book into her backpack and counted her steps quietly to avoid walking too fast and revealing her unease.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the dilapidated bathroom where Weeping Myrtle stayed, and since Myrtle tortured all the girls who came here to go to the toilet, almost no one came here.

Ron didn't want to go to the women's room at all, but his objections were useless. Hermione pointed out of course that it was because no one with a normal mind would want to come here, so this was the safest place.

This way their actions will not be discovered by others, and as for the weeping Myrtle, she cries her, calls her, just ignore her. They also don't need to stay here for long.

Hermione carefully opened the "Powerful Potion", and the three of them put their heads together, looking at the dense text and illustrations on it.

No wonder this book is listed as a banned book, some of the potions in the book are really terrible. I can't imagine how a wizard would come up with such a potion.

One of the terrifying illustrations, a person is turned inside out, the flesh and blood is completely exposed, terrifying and disgusting. What's more terrifying, a witch's head has a lot of arms, more like a monster than a monster.

Hermione didn't dare to look at those terrifying potions. She quickly rummaged through the compound decoction and muttered, "Fufang and compound are here." She said excitedly, pointing to the words of relapse decoction with her fingers.

Harry couldn't be happy, he followed Hermione's fingers and saw a few little people in the illustration, they were changing into other people. But there was a look of extreme pain on his face, and Harry didn't think it was just to look good.

(To be continued.)