Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 86 Sleepiness Symptom Resolution Group
In the next few days, Hardy took advantage of his spare time to speed up the refining of the "English Flash" bullets, and at the same time randomly checked Neville's confinement situation.

I have to say that although Neville Longbottom's nickname of "Big Stupid" is not good, it is indeed very appropriate.

When he was practicing the disarming spell, he often forgot some essentials of casting it.

Even some inconspicuous gestures or the pronunciation of incantations are enough to make his spellcasting fail.

The worst time, Hardy even witnessed Neville cast the Disarming Charm, causing the wand in his hand to fly horizontally.

"The Disarming Curse is disarming someone else's weapon, not your own, Mr. Longbottom."

Facing Hardy's helpless tone, Neville habitually lowered his head.

He silently ran to the small blackboard on the wall, carefully stared at the content on it, and repeated it over and over again.

Practice, fail.

Practice again, fail again.

……

Finally, Hardy frowned after another spot check in confinement, "It's a bit weird."

The forgetfulness shown by Neville in the past few days has completely exceeded the scope of normal people.

Could it be that someone had cast an Oblivion Curse on him?
In order to test his thoughts, Hardy got a bottle of black potion, and Neville swallowed it, suppressing the discomfort.

A "gurgling" voice soon sounded in Neville's stomach, "Professor, I'm not feeling well."

Neville's face was flushed, his legs were clamped together forcefully, and his feet were showing splayeds, shaking violently.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Hardy's face immediately became serious.

"Professor Ollivander, I..." Neville's forehead began to be beaded with fine beads of sweat.

"Turn left when you go out, there is a working bathroom there, Mr. Longbottom." Hardy said thoughtfully.

As soon as the words fell, Neville broke through the goal almost at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

In the dark underground corridor, there will be a muffled sound of "puff puff puff" from time to time.

"There was a severe reaction of diarrhea. It seems that someone really cast the Oblivion Curse on Neville Longbottom."

Soon, Hardy gave his own judgment.

The black potion just now was an exclusive secret recipe he got from the black market.

It is specially used to test whether there are traces of the Forgetting Curse cast on a wizard.

Although the Forgetting Curse only has the effect of clearing the short-term memory of the subject, it does not seem to do any harm, but it will still have more or less effects on memory and thinking functions.

It is said that many black wizards in Egypt are good at an ancient forgetting spell, which can instantly clear all the memory of the subject.

Although the effect only lasts 5 minutes, it is enough to drive many people crazy to death.

Half an hour later, Neville's face turned pale, and he walked back tremblingly clutching his stomach.

"Mr. Longbottom, this is the end of today's confinement, you go back to rest first." Hardy said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen, as long as you eat something."

"Okay... okay..." Although Neville didn't know what the black potion Hardy had given him, he instinctively chose to trust him.

In the entire Hogwarts, I am afraid that only Professor Ollivander in front of him can have such enough patience with such a "big muddlehead".

After Neville left, Hardy also walked out of the dungeon, ready to talk to Professor Snape.

If he wanted to brew a recovery potion that was effective for Neville, he needed the help of the other party.

To be honest, Hardy's Potions class performance during school has always been excellent.

Even in the OWLs exam, he can get a good result of O (Outstanding, that is, excellent).

However, since Hardy graduated, he devoted all his energy to alchemy, which inevitably caused the current "partial subject".

However, as long as Hardy is willing, he can still study and make achievements in other areas, but he needs to invest a little more time.

When Hardy came to Snape's office, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout were having a heated discussion inside.

"Look who's here? Professor Ollivander." Snape sat behind his desk and took a sip of the black tea in front of him.

Hardy nodded to the two ladies in the room, "I hope I didn't bother you."

"If necessary, I can avoid it now and come back at night," Hardy added: "There is a small matter that needs to be discussed with Professor Snape."

In the room, Snape still had a sullen face and said indifferently, "Please sit down, Professor Ollivander, maybe you can give us some good advice."

He waved his wand, and a blue velvet chair appeared out of nowhere.

At the same time, a stack of parchment fell into Hardy's hands with a clatter.

"We're discussing Draco Malfoy's condition, Professor Ollivander."

Professor Sprout patted the blue velvet chair lightly, motioning for Hardy to sit beside her.

"What's the trouble? About his lethargy?" Hardy sat down, a glass of cherry juice falling in front of him.

"I didn't take Veritaserum," Snape added.

Hardy nodded, "That's great."

Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout looked at each other.

"The conversation between you is really unique." Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but said.

"Because Professor Snape has done this before." Hardy picked up the cherry juice and took a generous sip.

Snape snorted, "You've done it quite a few times."

"So I'm used to drinking a bottle of anti-curse potion." Hardy and Snape said in unison.

In the room, the only two ladies laughed in unison, "You two are so funny."

"Interesting? This is the first time I've heard someone comment on me like that." Looking at Professor Sprout who was wiping away tears, Snape shook his head.

In the room, the three waited patiently for Hardy to read the documents in his hand.

The latter put down the thick stack of parchment and looked up, "So... Draco is really in trouble?"

"Oh yes, and I'm afraid it's tricky, we've never seen anything like it," Professor Sprout said.

Madam Pomfrey added, "Currently, Draco Malfoy has severe drowsiness symptoms, and he only wakes up for 11 hours a day."

"However, even if he falls into deep sleep for a long time, he can't replenish the energy he expended in time, which is very different from normal people."

Hardy was thoughtful, "So, even though Draco sleeps for a long time every day, he still feels tired when he wakes up?"

"It can be understood that the circles under his eyes are like a thick layer of coal dust." Snape said.

"Do you have any clues? The effect of the spell or the potion?" Hardy asked.

Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout shook their heads together, "The only thing we have achieved in the past few days is that we have ruled out any spells and potions."

"Neither?" Hardy was slightly surprised, "Could it be that the wound was really caused by the attack of the basilisk?"

"You believe what Lucius Malfoy said?" Snape snorted.

"Of course not," Hardy smiled, "but we have to consider any possibility, divergent thinking is very important."

Digesting the existing information in his mind, Hardy suddenly asked, "Are there any people with the same symptoms as Draco in the school?"

In the office, the other three were obviously taken aback.

"What do you mean, Professor Ollivander?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Hardy took a big sip of cherry juice and smacked his lips, "It's also necessary to clarify this question, isn't it?"

"If in Hogwarts, it's not just Draco who has this symptom, but a potential group..."

Hardy straightened his back slowly, "Although I don't want to see this kind of result, starting from a group and summarizing the same points makes it easier to find the cause of the symptoms, isn't it?"

"Welcome to the Narcolepsy Treatment Team." Snape clapped his hands extremely rarely.

This time it was Hardy's turn to show an unexpected look.

"Professor McGonagall set it up this morning. She is the team leader and there are three of us." Madam Pomfrey explained.

"Now, there's you, Professor Ollivander." Snape stared seriously into Hardy's eyes, "Of course, you can also choose to refuse."

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