Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 38 Quidditch

Standing outside Snape's office, Hardy bowed his head in thought, then shook his head.

All in all, since the other party didn't throw out the pocket watch, it meant that his meeting was a success.

"Perhaps... it's because the way Professor Snape expresses his emotions is a little different from ordinary people."

Hardy drew conclusions about Snape's previous performance, and left contented.

In the office, Snape stared at Harry on the pocket watch, a lot of memories flashed in his mind.

"Lily..."

Snape murmured, suppressing the fluctuations in his voice.

crackling.

A candle is burning, the clear moon is floating, and white light covers the entire room.

Harry stretched on the dial of his pocket watch.

She blinked and looked at Snape, and said, "It's time for jokes! One day, the little tortoise was sick and asked his good friend, the little snail, to buy medicine. Two hours later, the little snail still hasn't come back."

"The little turtle was very angry. It yelled, "Little snail, if you don't come back, I'm going to die."

"Guess what happened at this time?"

Harry chuckled, "Suddenly the voice of the little snail came from outside the door. It said, if you keep urging me, little turtle, I won't sell you medicine."

Quietly staring at Harry's Lily Potter-like cheek, the corners of Snape's mouth subconsciously raised a little.

But soon, he was forcibly pressed down again.

……

A few days passed quickly.

As Hogwarts' most important competitive event - Quidditch has finally arrived.

At the ball game venue, almost all the little wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin were present, and the cheers and cheers were earth-shattering.

As the first game of the Quidditch game, this game has attracted special attention.

Many little wizards are speculating whether the Gryffindor team with Harry Potter, an excellent seeker, is stronger, or the Slytherin team with all the members equipped with the light wheel 2001 is stronger.

A loud whistle was heard in the distance, and the Quidditch game officially started. Hardy, who was standing in the Hogwarts castle, turned and walked to the lounge.

After these few days, he has already made sufficient preparations for making the Devil Gathering Cup.

"Oh! So you are here, Professor Ollivander."

In the corridor, Lockhart suddenly greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Professor Lockhart?"

"That's right, I have something I want to discuss with you." Lockhart clasped his hands in front of him, and said with a smile, "Because of the last attack, Principal Dumbledore wanted me to be able to Start a dueling club."

"Duel...Club?" Hardy heard it said for the first time.

Nodding his head, Lockhart smiled and said, "That's right, you can understand it as an additional course teaching students practical combat skills."

"Headmaster Dumbledore hopes this will help students better protect themselves."

Having said that, Lockhart's face turned bitter, "But, I have to say, this is a challenge."

He glanced at Hardy, "In order for this additional course to achieve the desired effect, I need a professor to cooperate with me in the battle demonstration."

"Sounds like... The Dueling Club is a good idea." Hardy thought thoughtfully.

"In this matter, I sincerely recommend Professor Snape to you." Hardy said earnestly, "As a former student of his, I deeply understand how convincing his experience and insights in actual combat are."

Lockhart's face changed when he heard Snape's name.

He muttered softly, "This... he... oh... I just want to play around, don't need to be so serious..."

"Is Professor Lockhart worried that he won't be able to handle Professor Snape?" Hardy blinked.

"Aha! Professor Ollivander really knows how to joke!" Lockhart smiled awkwardly, "How is that possible! Great, then I will talk to Professor Snape, thank you very much for your suggestion."

Lockhart turned around, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor, "It's too bad, I won't ask you for anything in the future... Ollivander who is bothering you!"

Behind him, hearing the cheers coming from the Quidditch field, Hardy stretched himself, and then cheered up.

"Okay, Professor Ollivander, it's time to start your alchemy creation show!"

In the alchemy professor's lounge, Hardy held a wand and patiently and carefully arranged four or five defensive spells.

He didn't want to be disturbed in the process of making the magic cup.

That's why he chose the day of the Quidditch game on purpose.

Waving the magic wand, the tables, chairs and bookcases that were originally placed in the center of the room seemed to be pushed away by a pair of big hands, and piled up neatly in the corner.

In an open area, all kinds of materials for making magic-gathering cups are lined up, suspended in mid-air.

The troubled stone, the mouth-opening wood, the claws of Nixiu, the tears of the unicorn, the feathers of an owl in love...

After counting all the materials, Hardy took a deep breath, and the tip of his wand suddenly burst into a blinding and scorching light.

He held the wand in his right hand, the tip of the wand slanted and drooped, and then slowly tapped on the hard stone bricks in the lounge.

With a squeak, as the tip of the staff slid across the ground, a scorched black mark containing magic power suddenly appeared.

With Hardy's wand swiping, a circle shaped like a rune closed.

The first refining ring is finished.

Hardy held his breath and focused, meticulously controlling the movement of the stick tip.

The slight crackling sound continued to echo in the room, and one after another chain rings with different structures were deeply carved on the stone bricks on the ground.

two hours later.

The stone bricks of the entire rest room have been covered with dense traces of refining rings.

Counting carefully, there are 120 seven small chains, and a total of 48 large chains.

The different chains are intertwined, with breathing fluorescent flashes, bright like stars.

After completing the formation of the Demon Gathering Cup, Hardy suddenly tapped heavily on the floor tiles of the living room with the tip of his staff.

"Item refining!"

Drinking lightly in the mouth, many materials lined up in a row began to quickly rotate around the refining formation.

Star-like halos erupted from the center of the refining formation, gradually covering all the materials.

There was a buzzing sound, and the whole room turned into a daytime world.

At this moment, Hardy seemed to have forgotten the existence of his body.

His mind quickly lifted into the air, standing on the top of the entire refining formation, looking down and feeling the decomposition and reorganization of every material.

This is the unique look and feel when performing alchemy.

The caster is calmly watching everything going on like a creator.

In Hardy's heart, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of "creation".

When making alchemical creations, Hardy didn't have much sense of time.

All his attention was focused on the formation process of the Gathering Cup.

In the blazing white light that covered the entire lounge, a vague prototype of the cup was gradually distorted and formed.

……

evening.

On the hospital bed in Hogwarts Infirmary, Harry lay on his back with sore body.

Although there was an accident during the daytime Quidditch game due to the loss of control of the Bludger, with the efforts of Harry, an excellent Seeker, he caught the Golden Snitch in time and won the victory for Gryffindor.

The only price was that his arm was unfortunately broken, and even more unfortunately, under Professor Lockhart's extremely unreliable healing spell, he lost a whole arm bone.

Looking at his limp arms, Harry felt dizzy for a while, and now he has completely despaired of this professor who loves to push the limelight.

Not far away, Hermione and Ron approached and kindly brought Harry cheese pies from the cafeteria.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hermione asked, coming to the hospital bed.

Hungryly taking a big bite of the cheese pie, Harry grumbled, "Professor Lockhart has a sore and itchy arm."

"Honestly, man, I really think Lockhart might not be very good at casting spells." Ron folded his arms across his chest.

"Come to think of it, he couldn't do anything with those Cornish elves back then, and it was up to us in the end."

Hermione glanced at Ron, who added: "Of course, Hermione is the main force, and I'm mainly responsible for cheering her on, but this is also very important!"

"Hmm...why is there writing on the parchment wrapping the cheese pie?" Harry took a big bite of the pie and swallowed part of the parchment.

"Oh! God..." Hermione's eyes widened, and she shoved her hands deep into the hair on either side of her temples, screaming, "Ron! You used the parchment I wrote my thesis on!"

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