Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

For several days, Albert stayed in the basement of the house, concentrating on refining the potion.

Basically, whenever he was hungry, he would take a sip of the vitality potion. Over the past few days, Albert's body had become resistant to the vitality potion, and the effect was not that good.

The hard research these days has not been fruitless. Albert has improved the scabies medicine, shortening the brewing time, and the effectiveness of the medicine has not weakened.

In addition, Albert has been studying how to change the taste of a potion without weakening its efficacy. This is a big project. Albert's progress is not very fast. He has a hunch that it will take at least a month of research. Only then can this project be completed.

But this is also outrageous. Other potion scientists have to work hard in the laboratory for a year or even several years before they can invent or improve a potion. I don’t know how hard it would be for Albert to speak out at such a speed. Envy by many people.

Vacation is always limited, whether Albert uses it for fun or concentrates on academics, it is limited. Soon, the Christmas vacation is over, and Albert returns to Hogwarts.

The first class after returning to Hogwarts was Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. During the vacation, he wrote to everyone, saying that he was going to do something big and he would announce it in class.

"In order to improve your ability to resist black magic, I decided to open a duel club, and then I will invite all the students in the school to participate..."

Unexpectedly, the basilisk did not appear, and Lockhart was about to open a dueling club.

Was it because he had suffered a severe blow to the head before the holidays?

He wants to repair his image in the eyes of Hogwarts students?

This is unnecessary because he has no image in the eyes of students.

"Tonight, I will hang the notice board in the Great Hall for everyone to see!" Lockhart announced loudly, smiling brightly, showing his white teeth.

But when his eyes turned to Albert, his smile faded.

He suffered twice in the hands of this student. The first time was in the practical class. He released the elf and capsized in the gutter. The elf snatched his wand away. It was this Albert who trapped him in the classroom and asked him to Lockhart swore that he would never forget this long hour of torture by the elf.

Another time, just recently, on an afternoon near the Christmas holidays, he used a "Levitation Charm," only to have a buffalo charge at him and knock him unconscious.

While he was still conscious, he saw the student's mouth shape, indicating that he wanted to cast the "healing arm spell" on him, the same one he used on Harry.

This frightened him so much that the girls who were lifting him lost their grip and hit their heads again, causing secondary injuries.

When the time comes, you must call Albert to the stage, give him a severe lesson, and tell him what it means to respect your teacher!

At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert and Hermione arrived in the Great Hall. The long dining table disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above.

The ceiling was once again as black as velvet, and almost all the students from the school came, crowded together, each holding his own wand, and his face was full of excitement.

Albert heard the Ravenclaw students discussing, "Do you think the teacher who organized this club is our dean, Professor Flitwick?

I heard that he used to be the champion of dueling competitions! "

"The poor Ravenclaws don't know that the organizer is Lockhart. I really hope they will see what expression they will show when they see that it is Lockhart." Hermione said pitifully, if Albert hadn't forced her to Come on, she won't waste time here.

"Albert, I remember you said that it's not good to be a spectator." Hermione said to Albert.

"But our ordinary life cannot be without some spices. Lockhart, the clown, watching his performance can make my ordinary second grade life happier."

"Mediocre? Is this what you call 'Versailles Literature'?" Hermione puffed up her face. She had always prided herself on being a top student, but in front of Albert, she had never been able to raise her confidence.

She was even more shocked when she heard that Albert had published an article in "Transfiguration Today". She went to the library to borrow the current issue of the magazine, but she couldn't even understand the abstract.

While the two were chatting, Lockhart walked up to the stage, and there was a groan from the Ravenclaw students, and a sigh of unknown meaning from the Slytherin students.

Gilderoy Lockhart walked onto the stage, resplendent in his burgundy robes, and beside him was none other than Snape, still dressed in his usual black.

Snape's face was not very good, maybe he was unwilling to participate in this kind of activity, and Lockhart dragged him over, disturbing his alone time.

Now Slytherin's sighs are understandable. Maybe they hope that Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, can give Lockhart a hard lesson.

Lockhart waved for silence, then shouted: "Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to open this small dueling club to fully train everyone in case you need to defend yourself one day. Protect yourself in the same way that I have used countless times - for details on this, Please see my published work.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, with a wide grin, "he told me that he knew a thing or two about dueling himself, and that he was generous Promise, help me with a small demonstration before class. I said, I don't want to worry about you little guys - when I'm done demonstrating with him, I'll return your potions teacher to you intact ,do not be afraid!"

As soon as he finished saying this, Snape's upper lip curled up. Anyone familiar with Snape knew that he was very unhappy now. One person was designated to be unlucky. Judging from the current situation, that unlucky guy would not Not Neville or Harry, but Lockhart.

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed.

At least Lockhart bowed and did many tricks with his hands, while Snape just shook his head impatiently.Then they held their wands to their chests like arrows.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in the normal dueling position," Lockhart told the quiet crowd. "On the count of three, we cast the first spell. Of course, none of us will take The opponent's life."

"one two Three……"

As expected, Lockhart was knocked far away.

Embarrassingly, Lockhart took the wand handed over by a girl. Lockhart was a little embarrassed. He forced a smile and said, "Yes, as you can see, a little magic spell..."

"It's a disarming charm - as you can see, I lost my wand. Yes, Professor Snape, it's a neat idea to show them this, but don't mind if I say so. , your intention to do something like this just now was too obvious. If I want to stop you, there is no need to try hard. I think that in order to increase their knowledge, I might as well let them take a look..."

Seeing the murderous look on Snape's face, Lockhart quickly invited him down, showing his white teeth and said: "In order to better demonstrate how to resist the disarming spell, we need to ask a classmate to give a demonstration...

Albert Klein! "