Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

After returning to school, Pandora went to the study room again. Pandora's grades were not as good as Hermione's, and now she had to work harder to get better grades.

Lockhart went back to the office and continued to guess the questions that the Ministry of Magic might take in this Defence Against the Dark Arts class for his fifth and seventh grade students... for short, guessing questions.

There was another knock on the door, and Lockhart guessed who it was, and let him in.

"Hey, Hermione, what's the matter..." What Lockhart was thinking at the moment was that Hermione would not be the same as last time, pitifully saying that she hoped to spend Valentine's Day with her favorite person.

It's really possible, but it's not--

"Professor, I have no books to read. I want to borrow some more."

"Well, the exam is coming soon, don't read too many books that have nothing to do with study." Lockhart nodded, "Go to the bookshelf and pick it yourself."

Hermione put something on Lockhart's table: "Ginny and I learned to make snacks. Professor, let's try it."

Lockhart raised his eyebrows. Did he want to be virtuous and capable to attract his attention?

"If you're interested, then I'll try it~" Lockhart picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth, tasting it carefully, "It tastes good, Hermione, did you really make it yourself."

"Of course!" Hermione answered affirmatively while standing in front of Lockhart's bookshelf, looking for books.

"Keep working hard. In the future, I hope to be able to eat desserts made by you at the Order of the Phoenix. Jasmine's dishes are good, but it's a shame not to provide desserts after meals!"

"Will do!"

Lockhart just didn't have enough to eat, so he drank boiled water and finished what Hermione sent. Then continue to help the students guess the questions... Now that the Ministry of Magic has acknowledged the return of the mysterious man, it is very likely that the knowledge points related to black magic need to be tested in detail, and they will be reviewed in detail; maybe there will be a test of black magic creatures, The children must be given a list of black magic creatures and the corresponding treatment methods, so that they can memorize it...

Seventh grade students have to take more exams, and even have a basic understanding of the Unforgivable Curse, which is a big subject...

Lockhart turned to look and saw that Hermione was still reading in front of the bookshelf.

"Hermione, what are you looking at," Lockhart couldn't help standing up curiously and walked to the bookshelf, "You can take it back, stop standing."

Hermione woke up like a dream: "Ah, Professor, I almost didn't finish this book, so I don't need to take it with me."

Lockhart leans in: It's The Complete Book of Practical Black Magic. How can this book be finished in such a short time?

At this time, Lockhart suddenly smelled a peculiar fragrance from Hermione's hair, and he couldn't help standing behind Hermione, sniffing carefully.

It doesn't smell like sweat, or wouldn't Hermione become a fragrant concubine? It is also not the smell of shampoo, such as musk orchid. The faint fishy smell is slightly sweet and sweet, not musk, but more like my favorite lavender fragrance.

"Professor, why are these spells allowed, but called black magic?"

Lockhart just took the opportunity of Hermione's question to get closer to Hermione and continued to distinguish what was going on with the smell, and it seemed that the smell of milk was mixed with Hermione's fresh and fragrant girl's body after getting closer. people feel happy.

Of course, Lockhart did not forget to explain Hermione's problem: "Dark magic is called black magic, not because it can cause damage and is not allowed to use, like smashing bones, cutting, piercing, all can put people It is deadly, but it is not called black magic. Generally speaking, black magic refers to the spell that will affect the user's mood during use, and in severe cases can change a person's mind. With this feature, even if Not a killing spell, also known as black magic."

Strange, the smell on Hermione's body was what she liked, and Lockhart was suddenly alert. Could it be an aphrodisiac? No, the scent of aphrodisiacs is strong and constant,

And it works quickly...

"Affects people's minds? Then why are some black magic still legal?"

"There are very few magics that can permanently affect people's hearts. Only black magic at the level of death curse can significantly affect people's hearts, so even Aurors try not to use death curses when performing tasks."

"Oh—" Hermione nodded.

It's not an aphrodisiac, it's a perfume? What brand of perfume is this, I have to ask Hermione, buy a bottle for Pandora, Lockhart put it behind Hermione, and took a few sips next to her. My heart suddenly throbbed violently, this could not be because I fell in love with Hermione, but how could it be so sudden. But if this is not love, how could this smell make my heart beat faster? The impulse just now was more exaggerated than first love. Oops, must have eaten so many weird things at Weasley's toy store that it's causing a problem with the taste system.

"Hermione, what perfume do you use?"

"Perfume? I... don't use perfume." Hermione stammered. Lockhart was so close that she could even feel his body temperature. Hermione couldn't help but get nervous, her back was tingling. Stiffened, trembling slightly.

"It's getting late, go back with the book, Hermione..." Lockhart said with a dry mouth, the smell was terrifying! No, he couldn't help it. Lockhart pressed Hermione's shoulders from behind, put his head on the back of Hermione's neck, and greedily inhaled the peculiar smell against her hair.

"Yeah—" Hermione was startled, and the book in her hand fell, almost hitting her foot, hitting the floor with a muffled sound. Luckily she took a quick step back, dodging the impact of the book—but then she slammed into Lockhart's arms.

At this time, Lockhart was like a drug addict. He was no longer satisfied with smelling the smell from a distance. He passed his hands through Hermione's armpits from behind, hugged Hermione's slender body, and buried his head fiercely in Hermione. Between Min's collar and hair, she even sticks out her tongue to lick her oozing sweat...

Hermione was hugged from behind in this position by the person she liked, and she suddenly softened without any resistance. She didn't know where to put her hands, and tremblingly turned her head to look at Lockhart, who was holding her, as if I wonder why he buried his head in his collar.

At this point, just smelling the smell was no longer enough to satisfy Lockhart. He raised his head and saw Hermione also turned to look at him, with bright eyes, white teeth, red lips, there was a seductive and unintentional charm in the innocence, he raised his head slightly, and kissed Hermione with his mouth. No, not kissing, but sucking Hermione's saliva frantically, only Hermione's bodily fluids could ease Lockhart's restlessness.