Harry took out the horns and put them on the table.

The inverse spiral pattern is right-angled and has a glossy black-purple color, giving off an ominous aura.

"Where are you going to make the medicine?" Hermione picked up one carefully.

"Material processing, right in the dormitory," Harry replied.

Polyjuice Potion is a very time-consuming potion.

The most troublesome thing is not the magical materials, but the lacewings that need to be boiled for twenty-one days. This creature, also known as "aphids", is very small and its body length is not even longer than a fingernail.

You can't just leave it alone once the fire is lit and the pot is on the table.

In that case, the insects will be boiled away within a day.

You have to use magic power all the time to maintain its stability.

This step was not dangerous, just a little troublesome, and Harry planned to do it in his bedroom - as long as Seamus didn't point his wand at it, there would be no problem.

"Ron, wake up." Hermione took the horn and poked the sleeping Mr. Weasley, of course using the thick end.

Ron woke up with a start, raised his head, and recited "Gamp's Basic Laws of Transfiguration" skillfully.

After speaking a few words quickly, he suddenly realized that he was not in Professor McGonagall's class. He lowered his head awkwardly: "Harry, you're back? That thing got..."

He was half a beat slower and saw the thing in Hermione's hand: "Looks like I got it."

"Go back to bed."

There are also many classes on Friday.

There was a Charms class in the morning, and Flitwick regained a lot of energy, and the dark circles under his eyes faded a little.

In this class they are going to learn a very powerful prank spell - Tarantella dance.

A dance spell that can make people start dancing uncontrollably.

Flitwick was partial to this spell, especially when using it against Harry.

This spell can be cast not only on people, but also on inanimate objects.

There was once a wizard who repeatedly cast a dance spell on Mount Vesuvius, which eventually caused the volcano to erupt and destroyed a city called Pompeii.

The young wizards were very interested in this spell, and they had no objection even when Professor Flitwick assigned a five-inch long paper at the end.

The first class in the afternoon is herbal medicine class.

They walked out of the castle and came to the greenhouse. Professor Sprout had a stern face - the reason for her gloomy mood. Standing next to her was a flamboyant "Peacock" wearing a cyan and gold-edged robe and a tall and gorgeous wizard hat of the same color.

"Oh, hello, little wizards!" Lockhart waved his hand. "I'm discussing with Professor Sprout how to better grow herbs."

He paused meaningfully and said, "But I don't want you to think that I am better at herbology than your herbology professor. I just happened to encounter some magical plants during my travels..."

Sprout interrupted him forcefully: "Today is the third greenhouse!"

"Professor Lockhart!" She stretched out her voice, making this whole address sound like two separate sentences. "I have to teach my class now. Please go back and prepare for your class."

Lockhart waved his hand and said, "I want to talk to Harry about something. You know, there are always some little secrets between excellent wizards. You don't mind?"

"No, I'm..." Sprout refused decisively.

Before he could finish his words, Lockhart interrupted him: "Thank you, my dear Pomona, I knew it."

Sprout tucked his hands into his robes, wishing he could pull out his wand and curse him right then and there.

"Harry." Lockhart waved at him.

"I don't think we know each other well enough to call each other by first names," Harry said as he walked towards him.

Lockhart was stunned.

This...sounds familiar?

I seem to have heard it somewhere?

"Professor, I hope you're here for something serious." Harry walked up to him and looked up at him, "and not something ridiculous."

"Of course it's business." Lockhart raised his hand and tried to put his arm around Harry's shoulders, but halfway through the action, he suddenly felt a phantom pain in his waist, causing him to retract his hand and put it back. "Mr. Potter, you are now very famous and a great figure in the wizarding world."

"Although there is still a slight gap compared to me."

"But I didn't hear about you until I arrived at the school. You drew the sword of Gryffindor when you entered the school. My God, I don't know what Skeeter is doing. The Daily Prophet didn't publish any words at all."

"Please stop talking nonsense." Harry was very impolite and took out his wand.

Lockhart was startled, pursed his lips, and held out his hand: "We can cooperate."

"I am a world-renowned wizard and the winner of the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award for five consecutive times. I can make you as famous as me."

"As long as you..."

Harry waved his wand, pointing the tip at his stomach. "Professor, I think I told you at the beginning not to say anything ridiculous."

"Professor Snape will probably like you very much. After all, there aren't many wizards with giant heads."

Lockhart panicked and waved his hands: "I can give you Galleons."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Lockhart's expression lit up: "I knew you were a smart man, Mr. Potter. We are both excellent wizards, so we should..."

"But I'm not short of money." Harry shook his head. "Potter, you should be aware of the weight of this surname?"

The shampoo potion formula produced by the Potter family is popular in the wizarding world.

Lockhart is using it too.

"Some spells? I know a lot..." Lockhart continued. He was very familiar with this process. It was just bargaining.

Harry said nothing.

He immediately changed his tone: "Of course, Hogwarts has many excellent professors, and you are Professor McGonagall's favorite student. You are not short of powerful spells."

This made him feel conflicted.

The only bargaining chips he could offer were fame, Galleons, and some knowledge, but none of them seemed attractive to Harry.

"You're a professor." Harry took back his wand. "Maybe I'll have some requests, like applying for books from the restricted area, or something else, and need your help."

Lockhart flashed a brilliant smile. "Of course, that's easy."

"I don't mind you using my name a little bit." Harry said in a cold tone, "but I don't want you to cause me any trouble or trouble."

Lockhart frowned: "No, Potter, this..."

"A professor loses to a second-year wizard," Harry interrupted. "What honor does that bring?"

"The Daily Prophet headline?"

"Witch Weekly's Most Embarrassing Award?"

Lockhart's body and smile froze.

"Very good, that's settled then." Harry nodded and turned to walk towards the greenhouse.

Professor Flitwick was right.

No matter how outrageous a person is, they would never want to borrow the fame of a little boy.

Lockhart was an exception.

Today in the Herbology class we are going to learn about a somewhat dangerous plant, the Mandrake. It is alive and its crying sound can make people unconscious.

Hermione and Ron wanted to ask Harry what they had said outside, but unfortunately... there was no chance in this class.

They needed to wear earmuffs or they would miss their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the term.

Wait until the Herbology class is over.

They took off their earmuffs and walked out of the greenhouse.

"What did Lockhart tell you?" Ron asked impatiently.

"I guess he wants to borrow Harry's fame again?" Hermione guessed.

Harry nodded. "That's right. So I made a deal with him. He can borrow some of my reputation. In return, his professorial authority will be very convenient for me."

"For example, the restricted books section or something."

Other professors would not indulge Harry - for example, the Book of Spells, which Harry had heard Flitwick mention more than once, contained almost all the spells.

Harry had never been able to obtain permission to borrow it.

There are also some advanced books on potions that Snape would never approve of.

Ron was envious.

Hermione thought.

After the Herbology class, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts. The young wizards were looking forward to Lockhart's class - they felt that they had finally met a reliable professor.

Lockhart was more flamboyant than Harry had expected.

It was clearly only one class period, but he changed his robes from green to bright red with gleaming silver edges, restyled his hair, and sprayed himself with rich perfume.

It is a complex fragrance mixed with henbane petals, honey and calamus root.

These three materials are auxiliary ingredients used in almost all love potions.

After a pompous introduction, Lockhart waved his hand: "I see you all have bought all my books. That's good..."

Ron couldn't help but complain quietly: "It's clearly a mandatory requirement on the book list, but you make it sound like we took the initiative."

Hermione agreed.

"Then let's do a little test first. Don't be afraid. I just want to see how well you read and how much you have understood." Lockhart said gently.

This took Harry a little by surprise.

Beneath his ostentatious appearance, he actually has a pragmatic heart. On the surface, he doesn't seem to be teaching seriously, but in fact he is well prepared in private?

It was very unusual to hear Lockhart handing out the examination papers.

The other professors just waved their wands, but he handed them over one by one, to each person.

"I'll give you thirty minutes, start now!" After sending the last picture, Lockhart clapped his hands, looking very proud.

Harry deadpanned and crumpled it into a ball.

very good……

Mr. Lockhart always has something surprising to offer.

He thought Lockhart would ask something useful - such as those little bits of knowledge hidden in the story about dealing with trolls, werewolves, and banshees, which took up less than one-tenth, or perhaps less than one-twentieth, of the entire book.

result……

"What is Lockhart's favorite color?"

"What is Lockhart's secret ambition?"

"Lockhart's birthday, and the birthday present you most want?"

In fact, they were not taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Lockhart Research?

Half an hour later.

Lockhart collected the test papers and said, "Mr. Potter did not hand in his paper, which may confuse everyone. In fact, I have communicated with him privately, and he has already answered these. I'll tell you secretly that his answers are full marks."

"Twenty points to Gryffindor!"

Harry stared at him expressionlessly.

Lockhart lowered his head and flipped through the test paper. After a moment, he was a little surprised: "Who is Miss Hermione Granger? She got full marks too!"

Is there anyone who can really answer all of them?

Hermione, as expressionless as Harry, held up her hands.

"Another Gryffindor?"

"Then add another twenty points!"