Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 85 Details (recommendation ticket requested)
However, judging from Draco's increasingly serious dark circles, Madam Pomfrey's examination may not have had any obvious effect.

Facing Hardy's question, Draco rubbed his eyes wearily, "Oh, Professor Ollivander, thank you for your concern."

"I'm going to Madam Pomfrey." Draco sighed, "After a few rounds of tossing... Ah no, after a comprehensive inspection, the results may come out today."

After a brief chat with Hardy, Draco left in a hurry.

"There's something wrong with Malfoy." Neville on the side suddenly said.

Hardy glanced at him in surprise, "Mr. Longbottom, do you have any special discoveries?"

Nodding his head, Neville swore, "Professor, I dare say that something bad must have happened to Malfoy, because—"

He paused, and then looked at the direction Malfoy was leaving, "Every time we met before, the number of 'big fools' that popped out of his mouth was never less than ten times, but not this time."

Hearing this, Hardy couldn't help but take a deep look at the other party, "It makes sense, Mr. Longbottom, this is a detail that only you can discover."

Hardy continued: "However, with Madam Pomfrey and us professors around, nothing major will happen."

"By the way, Mr. Longbottom, you haven't explained how you got the nickname 'Big Stupid'."

Following Hardy's reminder, Neville sighed again with a bitter face, "There is no complicated reason, Professor, it's just that my memory is not very good."

"I always forget some things quickly, such as the homework assigned by the professor in the morning, and the route back to the dormitory when I enroll."

Clenching his fist and hitting his head, Neville's face turned bitter.

"But my memory was very good when I was a child, but since I spent a summer alone in the country with my grandma, it has become like this..."

"The turning point of the matter was the summer spent alone in the country with grandma..." Hardy shook his head thoughtfully.

Just now, a thought popped up in his mind unconsciously——

That is, what his grandmother had done to it during the summer Neville was talking about.

But this is too absurd, is there anyone else who is willing to cast the Forgetting Curse on his grandson?

Although after the wizard was cast with the Forgetting Curse, the aftereffects were very similar to Neville's current situation.

The reason why Hardy knows a lot about the Oblivion Curse is also because of his experience in Godric's Hollow.

At that time, he also suspected that he had been cast with the Forgetting Curse, but later he ruled out this option through a special test.

At least on his body, there is no trace of the Oblivion Curse being used.

While talking with Neville, the two of Hardy soon came to an abandoned classroom deep in the underground corridor.

Here, they meet Filch who has just finished cleaning the grounds.

The other party had a musty-smelling wet towel on his shoulders. He was hunched over, carrying black, dirty water, and there was a rough panting sound in his throat.

"Good morning, Mr. Filch, thank you for your hard work." Hardy greeted with a smile.

Filch straightened his back slightly, "Good morning, Professor Ollivander."

He glanced at Neville not far away, with a confused expression, "Professor, to be honest, this place has been abandoned for a long time, I don't know why—"

"Why do I need to use this?" Hardy took over the conversation.

"That's because I need Mr. Longbottom to practice the disarming spell alone here, which is part of his one-week confinement."

"Professor! The content of my confinement is to practice the Disarming Charm?" Neville exclaimed in a small voice in disbelief, his face flushed rapidly.

"Him?" Filch looked at Neville in surprise, then shook his head with a sneer, "Professor Ollivander, you may not understand how bad Longbottom's memory is."

"Let me see, huh, 'Big Stupid,' yes, that's what the students called him."

Struggling to lift the dirty water bucket, Filch made a mocking voice, "Perhaps, this is a waste of teaching your time."

Hearing Filch's taunt from the Squib, Neville immediately lowered his head in low self-esteem.

"I'm a clown in everybody's mind," he muttered under his breath.

"Mr. Filch!" Hardy suddenly raised his voice, "Please pay attention to your words and deeds towards students!"

In an instant, a cold and suffocating feeling quickly spread from Hardy's body, pulling Filch into it like a swamp.

With a "plop", the dirty bucket in Filch's hand immediately hit the ground, splashing water.

His whole body was trembling, and white air could come out of his mouth, and his deeply sunken eyes could not hide the horror.

"Hug, I'm sorry..." Filch's throat rolled, and he spit out these words with difficulty.

On the side, Neville was also trembling uncontrollably. He crossed his hands and rubbed his arms vigorously.

He felt like he was standing naked in the snow at this moment, and the cold wind was like a knife, scraping his body one after another.

Ten seconds later, everything was back to normal again.

After hastily expressing his apologies, Filch hurried away with the cleaning supplies.

"That's right, it must be that way, Professor Ollivander..." Filch was completely frightened, "He has killed people, he has definitely killed many people, just like the mysterious man..."

In the past, Filch also experienced that kind of extreme cold on the mysterious man.

Later, someone told him that only dark wizards who had killed many people would do that, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Unbelievable...unbelievable..." Filch's footsteps were getting faster and faster.

When the door of the Slytherin common room opened again, the black water in the dirty bucket splashed violently, immediately drenching Goyle and Crabbe who came out.

"Oh no--"

Goyle and Crabbe screamed, spitting dirty water from their mouths.

In the cleaned underground classroom, Hardy waved his magic wand, and out of the suitcase jumped out a hanging lamp, a small blackboard, and a scarecrow of equal height.

"Mr. Longbottom, you will complete your confinement here for the next week."

Turning the wand, the hanging lamp on the wall quickly lit up, and the essentials for casting the disarming spell immediately appeared on the small blackboard not far away.

"From eight o'clock in the morning to nine o'clock in the evening, Mr. Longbottom has to stay here obediently except for the three hours of dining."

Hardy waved his wand and pointed it at the Scarecrow, and immediately a wand appeared in the opponent's hand.

"During the period, I will come to check from time to time." Hardy added, "If Mr. Longbottom has mastered the disarming spell, he can also end this confinement early."

"Is there anything else you don't understand?" After setting up the confinement venue, Hardy looked at Neville.

Neville swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered nervously, "I know... I know."

"Very good." Hardy nodded, and demonstrated the slow motion of casting the disarming spell several times for the other party at close range.

"I hope this confinement has served you well, Mr. Longbottom."

"Thank you, Professor." Taking a deep breath, Neville nodded vigorously.

He knew that this was an opportunity for Professor Ollivander to take advantage of the confinement to give himself a lecture alone.

"Come on, Neville, you have to practice quietly, and then surprise everyone..."

After making arrangements for Neville, Hardy went to the Slytherin chamber again, and he had to find time to finish making the remaining hundreds of bullets.

He touched his right thumb calmly, on which was covered with an inconspicuous manicure.

The length of the manicure coincides with the original nail of the thumb, and the color is not different.

Even if Snape watched closely, there was almost no possibility of discovering it.

However, the thin interlayer inside this piece of nail art was cast by Hardy with the No Trace Stretch Curse, and at the same time added a combination ring that was forced to shrink.

Finger box!

In this way, Hardy can keep the "English Flash" and a large number of bullets on his body at any time without making a fuss.

The details of a man's body are very important.

Sometimes it can attract the attention of the opposite sex, and sometimes it can save your own life.

(End of this chapter)