Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 106 The Wonderful Thoughts of the Little Witches

Time passed to one day ago.

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Lockhart went mad, searching every drawer.

"No, no, or no!"

He pushed the drawer shut with a "bang", fine sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

Throat rolling, he took out a delicate handkerchief and wiped his face, "I shouldn't have taken those interview drafts out of the office."

On the desk, a stack of parchment was neatly spread out in order, but a few pages were missing.

"Don't worry, maybe it just fell somewhere accidentally, and then it was disposed of as garbage."

He came to the desk and kept comforting himself, "Damn it, why are there a few missing, but luckily it's not the most important."

"Could it be that someone in Hogwarts wants to plot against me?" Suddenly, Lockhart seemed to think of something, and sweat dripped from his forehead again.

"Impossible, probably not, but—"

His lips trembled, and his whole body was shivering.

With a bang, Lockhart waved his hand and pushed aside the things on the table, and quickly spread out a piece of parchment.

He paused while holding the quill, and quickly wrote: "Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, due to his physical condition, he will not be able to continue the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

Suddenly, he stopped writing, "This reason is too stupid."

Quickly balling the parchment and throwing it out, Lockhart re-wrote: "...due to serious conflicts between my writing and my teaching..."

Not long after, another ball of paper was thrown into the corner of the office.

Three and 10 minutes later, the paper balls in the corners had piled up.

But Lockhart finally wrote out his resignation completely.

"Thankfully, I got Dumbledore's temporary mailing address from Professor McGonagall in advance."

He threw the owl in his hand vigorously, and then began to clean up his things.

"I'm leaving Hogwarts by the end of the week, this place is just going to keep me unlucky!"

……

3pm on weekends.

Hardy stayed in his office on time, waiting for the five little witches to bring their alchemy products.

"Professor Ollivander."

The first to appear were third graders Keira Knightley and Emilia Clarke.

Their faces are full of expectations, and they seem to be full of confidence in their works.

Then, Vanessa in fifth grade.

Luna and Hermione, at a last trot, rushed in panting.

"Sorry, Professor, we had a little trouble on the way."

Hermione took Luna's handkerchief and wiped it gently.

Hardy closed the door, waved his wand and sent five people a glass of juice, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Luna and I have settled it."

Hermione and Luna looked at each other.

Just half an hour ago, the two of them were stopped by Lockhart.

The other party hopes that they can help them clean up the messy room.

With the idea of ​​collecting evidence, Hermione agreed to the matter, but got nothing.

Lockhart had a box that he kept close at all times and wouldn't let anyone touch it.

"Professor Ollivander, is Professor Lockhart leaving?" Hermione pursed her lips and couldn't help asking.

Hardy glanced at the other four anxious little witches, "I'm afraid it is, but I don't know exactly what day it is."

Hearing this answer, the faces of the other four people clearly showed joyful expressions.

But soon, they noticed something was wrong.

Knightley groaned bluntly, "Oh, that's a pity."

"Yes, after all, Professor Lockhart's class is so unique." Clark blinked.

Luna hummed a ditty in a happy mood, while Vanessa was more direct, she was already "Kukuku" holding back her laughter.

Only Hermione had a look of disappointment on her face.

She hadn't gathered conclusive evidence that Lockhart stole other people's stories and intentionally hurt them.

"Okay, don't talk about Professor Lockhart without authorization."

Hardy clapped his hands, "Now, let's get back to the topic and take a look at your works."

Six chairs were created, and Hardy sat down first, "Let me think about it, let's start with Miss Vanessa."

"Okay, professor." Vanessa proudly took out the oak stick from the wizard robe.

The thing in the opponent's hand has now completely faded from the wood grain and has become as transparent as glass.

At the bottom of it, there are seven or eight stickers sticking together densely.

"Can you explain, is there any special use for the thing in your hand?" Hardy held a quill in his hand, ready to write down comments on each alchemy product at any time.

Vanessa shook the oak stick in her hand, and a burst of colorful light began to bloom from it.

"Look!" Vanessa waved the oak stick in her hand, "I call this a love stick to express fans' support and love for idols."

She looked forward to it, "In the future, students will be able to wave this to their heart's content in their favorite professor's class."

Everyone's face has become colorful at this moment.

If it wasn't for Clark to hold Vanessa in time, the latter would almost have to perform a love and cheering session of her own creation.

Hardy coughed a few times, simply wrote "not very useful" on the parchment, and then said, "Next, Miss Clark."

At the sound of his name, Clark tossed her hair, then removed the scrunchie from it.

"I made this out of oak sticks."

She lifted her chin proudly, then glanced at Vanessa, and added, "It's very practical."

"It's really practical, using the stickers that change the toughness and shape." Hardy commented: "But why don't I just use real hair ropes?"

Clark pouted disapprovingly.

Immediately afterwards, Knightley also came up with her own results.

"I used the formation stickers that harden, change shape, and grow in size," she said, waving a mace in her hand.

"If there is another boy who dares to deceive my feelings, I will give him a hard blow on the head."

With a "boom", an empty chair was smashed to pieces by Knightley's mace.

This scene directly shocked the other little witches, and they all backed away.

"Okay, next one."

Under Knightley's name, Hardy drew a helpless emoji of a villain.

"Please allow me to show you my multifunctional oak stick."

After seeing the alchemy products of the other three, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

She held her own oak stick in her right hand, which was covered with various stickers formed into arrays, no less than ten.

If it wasn't for the limited space for the oak stick, Hardy had no doubt that the opponent would use all the stickers on it.

"If it glows, it's a glow stick, and if it shrinks, it's a toothpick."

Hermione showed off the "multifunctionality" of her oak stick to her heart's content.

"If you change its shape, it can comb your hair, and if you increase its width, it can become a stool."

She emphasized: "These functions are very practical. You must know that it is not an easy task to use so many Liancheng array stickers on them."

"Every little witch must wish to have such a multifunctional oak stick."

Nodding slowly, Hardy recorded on the parchment: "Useful? Useless? Versatile or multifunctional?"

He took a deep breath, then looked at the last person.

Luna Lovegood.

"Luna, what did you do?" Hardy asked patiently.

The little witch in front of her slowly pulled out the oak stick from her wizard robe, "It will vibrate, professor."

(End of this chapter)