Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 94 Hermione's Suspicion (Subscribe)
"That's right, Harry." Hermione nodded, "so we need more evidence."

Ron was already a little sleepy, "Let me tell you, Hermione, you don't want to sneak into Lockhart's office to find more interview drafts, do you?"

"Hey, I don't think this is a good idea..."

Before Harry finished speaking, Hermione interrupted in the middle: "Ron is right, that's it!"

Ron and Harry looked at each other incredulously.

"Hermione! Headmaster Dumbledore reminded us not to sneak into the professor's office casually."

Harry reminded, "Have you forgotten the way Snape looked at us last time? It's more terrifying than the basilisk."

Shaking a few interview drafts, Hermione whispered, "But what if my guess is true? Lockhart has taken over other people's stories."

"Then why didn't the person whose story was taken over come forward and expose him?"

Ron closed his eyes, lying on the wizard board, "If I ask you, the Daily Prophet will be happy to report this kind of breaking news."

Hermione closed the tome, "Maybe Lockhart threatened others, and it's also possible that he used a little magic spell. Remember, Professor Flitwick just mentioned it today, the Forgetting Curse!"

Seeing that Hermione was full of energy and had even started to take out her notebook to plan her next move, Harry sighed helplessly.

He knocked on Ron, who had completely fallen asleep on the wizard chessboard.

New day, Hogwarts vice headmaster's office.

Members of the Narcolepsy Symptom Resolution Team are holding their first workshop.

"Bobby, I heard that you have sorted out the results of all the questionnaires?"

Behind the desk, Professor McGonagall looked at Hardy, "I have to say, this is really a good idea."

"Oh, yes, fortunately, Professor Sprout is very good at this, which saves a lot of time."

Madam Pomfrey held up the parchment in her hand, and read: "Based on the initial screening, we have identified a total of 33 little wizards with sleep quality problems."

"Among them, two people who have been confirmed to have symptoms of lethargy are Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley."

Professor Sprout added, "For the remaining 31 people, we will find a way to conduct a round of review."

Waving his wand, Professor McGonagall drove the silver pot on the table and poured everyone a cup of steaming black tea.

"Now, do we have a clear understanding of the symptoms of lethargy?" Snape on the side took a sip from his teacup.

Madam Pomfrey flipped through the documents in her hand, "Yes, combined with the commonalities between Malfoy and Weasley, there are already the following points."

Hardy held an eagle brush and carefully wrote it down in his textbook.

One, it is easy to get sleepy and requires a much longer deep sleep time than normal people.

Two, unable to supplement the energy consumed during the day through deep sleep, you will feel deeply tired when you wake up.

Three, in the process of deep sleep, it is impossible to wake up, and it will not work for others to wake up forcibly.

Fourth, in the process of deep sleep, you will repeatedly enter the same bad dream, and you will not be able to recall the specific details of the dream when you wake up.

"Dream?" Hardy circled the word in the textbook with an eagle brush, "Maybe this will be a breakthrough."

Nodding, Madam Pomfrey said: "Yes, Professor Ollivander, Malfoy and Weasley all mentioned bad dreams, but they all had trouble remembering when they woke up."

Hardy took over the 33-man roster from the opponent.

It was discovered that besides Draco and Malfoy, there was another name that was very familiar recently, Neville.

"Anything unusual about the questionnaire Neville Longbottom filled out?" Hardy asked.

"Oh, Mr. Longbottom, he said that he often feels sleepy recently, and he also can't wake up."

Madam Pomfrey added: "However, he did not mention any dreams, and the deep sleep time did not reach 11 hours. It may be just a normal fatigue reaction."

"I heard that he was taught to you recently that he was locked up? Is he training for the Disarming Curse?"

Hearing these words, Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Sprout all looked at Hardy in unison.

"Is there any result you can share with us?" Snape asked with a slight upturn of his mouth.

"Of course, Mr. Longbottom is very hardworking." Hardy closed the textbook and crossed his fingers on his chest.

Shaking his head, Professor McGonagall said, "I think that kid might not be very good at spells. He seems to have done well in herbal medicine class?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Professor Sprout nodded, "Like Professor Ollivander said, Longbottom is very hardworking."

Seeing that everyone in the office was only "praising" Longbottom's "hard work", Hardy cleared his throat, "I have to mention something, everyone."

He blinked, "In addition to working hard, Mr. Longbottom has already mastered the disarming spell."

"Clap."

The silver pot in front of Professor McGonagall filled the teacup and overflowed, "Oh, my God."

She got up quickly so as not to stain her brand new professor robe with the tea.

"Professor Ollivander, you just said..."

Everyone else in the office was a little stunned. How long has it been since Neville Longbottom learned the Disarming Curse?
"Yes, his confinement is not for nothing." Hardy looked at the surprised everyone, "Perhaps you will see it at the next duel club."

The tip of the stick jumped, and a rag flew over from the corner to clean up the tea on the desk. Professor McGonagall couldn't help pursing his lips, "Oh, this is really good news."

"Duel Club next time?" Snape scowled, as if sneering.

"From my point of view, maybe Professor Lockhart won't hold it again. He's been very busy recently, isn't he? Just for his next best-selling novel."

Hardy sipped the black tea carefully, "However, the dueling club is very effective. It is obvious to all. In Hogwarts, there are already more than a dozen junior wizards who have mastered the Disarming Curse."

"Yes, in previous years, I couldn't imagine it at all. When Albus comes back, I will suggest that he change the professor of the Dueling Club." Professor McGonagall sat back in his seat.

Snape turned his head to look at him, "When will Headmaster Dumbledore be back?"

Shaking his head, Professor McGonagall said: "Not sure, he and his brother Aberforth Dumbledore need to deal with some family matters."

"Oh, this is rare." Professor Sprout said with emotion.

"Yes, but I have already told him what happened recently," Professor McGonagall said with a smile: "Albus said that he fully trusts the ability of our team."

After finishing the first discussion meeting of the drowsiness symptom solving group, Hardy walked towards the alchemy course classroom of the first grade with his textbooks in his hands.

In the evening, a temporary stage was set up in the huge auditorium.

On the stage, stands a huge round glass ball.

The ball is filled with balls of parchment the size of tennis balls, and three huge fan blades are slowly rotating, causing the balls of paper inside to change positions irregularly.

The bottom of the round glass ball is connected to a narrow glass pipe, just big enough to only allow a ball of parchment to pass through.

As Hardy waved his wand, the ceiling of the auditorium immediately floated down colorful scraps of paper, melodiously, and then disappeared the moment it touched the ground.

Although it has not waited for the start time of the lucky draw announced by Hardy during the day, the entire auditorium is already full of people.

This scale can only be compared with the opening dinner every time.

(End of this chapter)