Chapter 183: Digging out a word for the new machine, not much!
On Monday morning, a notice was suddenly posted on Hufflepuff's bulletin board:
The Dueling Club is hereby established, hereby, Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, at eight o'clock in the evening on November 20th.
All the students gathered around the bulletin board, chattering and discussing, everyone seemed very excited.
There is no way... Lockhart attends class every day, and what he does the most is extract a passage from the book and let everyone perform a drama.
After half a semester, I didn't learn any useful knowledge, but I learned a lot in "On the Self-cultivation of Actors".
Are schools finally ready to teach something useful?
Hannah, standing in the crowd, said in an expectant tone:
"I hope that Professor Dumbledore will teach us dueling in person. I heard from my grandfather that he used to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, so he must have rich experience."
"How old is Professor Dumbledore, does he still have the ability to fight?" Susan raised her eyebrows and asked.
"I don't know, maybe... one hundred and twenty years old?" Hannah guessed.
"One hundred and fifty years old?" Susan thought for a while.
"No, I look like two hundred years old, look at the wrinkles on his face..." McMillan laughed.
The students laughed. No one cared how old Dumbledore was. In everyone's eyes, Dumbledore seemed to live a long and healthy life forever.
"Maybe Professor Flitwick will teach us." Neville interjected, "My grandma said that Professor Flitwick was a champion fighter when he was young."
"Professor Flitwick, I heard a Ravenclaw student say..." Susan whispered, "He's a half-wizard and house-elf!"
Hearing this information, the little wizards eagerly gossip about Professor Flitwick's identity, anyway, he is definitely not a pure-blood wizard.
Neville looked at the silent Rove, and asked, "Rove, what do you think, who will teach us to duel?"
"You don't need to guess, it's Lockhart." Rove came back to his senses and said with a soft smile:
"Besides him, do you think who else would propose such a thing as a dueling club?"
"If it was him, then I would rather not participate!" Justin complained loudly, and other students also followed suit.
Now most of the students have decided that Lockhart is a liar.
Rove didn't speak, just looked at the notice in thought.
Now that Lockhart was holding a dueling club, why didn't he take the opportunity to search the Defense Against the Dark Arts offices? !
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As the Dueling Club approached, the auditorium was redecorated after the dinner, and the four dining tables were replaced by a gilded stage with hundreds of candles floating in midair.
All the students are guessing who the teacher is, but they don't know that the professors are also trying their best to compete for this spot.
Finally, under the proposal of Professor McGonagall, the fairest way of drawing lots was adopted.
Professor Snape was lucky enough to get this precious opportunity to "help" with Lockhart.
Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick hinted at Snape, show Lockhart some color, at least let him be honest for a while.
This is probably the first time that the four colleges are so united.
Of course Snape was tacitly aware of it, and even considered whether to injure Lockhart more seriously... so that he could act as Defense Against the Dark Arts class again.
Obviously, Snape also tasted the sweetness during the first half year of Quirrell's injury.
eight o'clock at night,
All the students rushed towards the auditorium on time.
Walking on the road, Shirley asked, "Rove, are you really going to search Lockhart's office?"
"Intuition tells me that there must be something wrong with Lockhart." Rove said softly: "Someone told me, 'Don't ignore intuition, it's processing data too fast for the human brain to comprehend'."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Shirley whispered.
"No need." Rove smiled and said, "I'm faster, maybe I can still catch up with the Dueling Club."
The girl with the ponytail was silent for a moment, and said: "Then be careful."
Probably because she was afraid that the young man would not care, Xue Li reminded again with a blushing face: "Be really careful."
"I know." After bidding farewell to the girl, Rove turned and walked in another direction.
The girl stood at the stairs, watching the boy's figure disappear into the depths of the corridor, before she turned and walked towards the auditorium.
Rove walked along the corridor on the third floor, and soon came to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. His figure disappeared, and then the Bowtruckle opened the door and walked into the room quietly.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts office was gorgeously remodeled by Lockhart. The floor was covered with wool blankets, the walls were covered with exquisite brocade, and the long beeswax candles emitted abundant light.
There were still countless framed pictures of Lockhart hanging on the wall. They all looked up, and the office door was clearly opened, but there was no wizard in sight.
After closing the door, Rove walked towards the desk step by step. He sat on the chair and flipped through the things on the desk nonchalantly.
The desk was large, with inkwells and quills, scattered with cakes, biscuits, and mochi, a jug of wine surrounded by dainty silver cups, and a cedar chest full of letters.
The boy glanced casually, most of them were letters from Lockhart fans, and letters he replied to fans.
Rove rummaged through, but couldn't find Tom Riddle's diary in the desk and cabinet, so he had no choice but to open the bedroom.
Walking into the bedroom, Rove suddenly lifted his spirits.
In a corner of the bedroom, there was a small workbench filled with ointments, herbs, and potions of various colors, and many bottles filled with golden liquid.
Rove found that the liquid and packaging were exactly the same as the shampoo Lockhart had given Snape at the beginning of school.
Lockhart did mention more than once in class that he had invented a shampoo that worked well, but cost too much, and that his secret ambition was to sell those conditioners.
Could it be this?
But it was just shampoo, and there seemed to be nothing strange in the bedroom. Rove was a little disappointed, at least these had nothing to do with the diary.
The teenager found a piece of parchment on the workbench. After he picked it up, he glanced at the shampoo formula:
Honey, incense, oil, and whale oil... There are more than 30 ingredients, and the ingredients are also very detailed, except for the last ingredient, which was deliberately smeared out by ink.
Rove frowned, what ingredients need to be smeared?
The teenager began to carefully examine the workbench, and soon found silver eggshell fragments in a grinding dish.
Rove picked up a silver eggshell fragment, put it near his nose and sniffed it, then crushed it and put it on the tip of his tongue, tasting it...
Rove closed his eyes and meditated, resting his elbows on the workbench, with his ten fingertips touching each other, forming a steeple.
He already knows the last shampoo ingredient.
No wonder Malfoy saw Lockhart at the pet store in Knockturn Alley during the summer vacation, and he was going to secretly buy that ingredient.
So, the mysterious animal that attacked Ron and Filch that night... he knew what it was too!
New machine words dig one Mohe more! !
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