The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Chapter 219 Christmas Holiday

Harry closed the diary and went back to the dormitory to talk to the diary.

"It seems that I don't need to buy a visible eraser." Hermione said briskly while holding her heavy book. "This will free up more time for me to find information about that monster. Ron, come with me." library."

There is a limit to the number of items each person can borrow from the school library.

"You still have too little?" Ron looked at her in disbelief, "I think you can go to the library of Ravenclaw College and borrow another copy. Hermione, with your cleverness, you will definitely be able to get into their library. Lounge – no passwords, questions must be answered.”

"What a great idea, Ron. I should try it." Hermione put the book into Ron's arms, "Keep it for me for now. I'll pick it up before I leave in the car tomorrow."

Ron shrugged laboriously and watched as Fred and George caught up and gave Hermione something.

"What did you give her?" Ron asked warily.

"A Christmas gift is to see fireworks in the water,"

George patted him heavily on the shoulder, "Don't worry, good brother, we will only share interesting inventions like the fire-spur toothbrush with you."

Ron gritted his teeth, and the firebug disguised as an ordinary toothbrush pricked his gums until they were swollen into sausages. The burning sting was still fresh in his memory, "Should I thank you..."

"Of course, our latest trial product last year was given priority to Sissi. It will be your turn when she is away."

Ron held the book and squeezed past his good brothers toward the dormitory stairs, "I'm pretty sure Sissy doesn't want this honor."

"It's not what you think, little Ron. She recognized our creativity and recommended the samples to her friends. Now one of her close friends has become our big customer."

“We write down all new products and preliminary ideas that haven’t been developed yet in a newsletter so she’ll be amazed when she gets back to school.”

Ron felt deeply powerless, "I bet she was frightened. She has gone so far away and you still refuse to let her go."

"The deal is a consensual one, little Ron."

The next morning, the joy of the holiday was stirring in the crowd, but Harry seemed to be pretending to have something heavy on his mind - Riddle's diary yesterday let him know that Hagrid was the one who was fired for raising monsters during the Chamber of Secrets incident 50 years ago. that person.

"What's wrong with you Harry?" Ron felt that he had been depressed since last night.

"I'll tell you when there are less people around." Harry really didn't know how to ask Hagrid about this.

Do you want to ask him: Did you keep a pet that killed people 50 years ago, and now you have a pet of the same type?

Hagrid raised a fire dragon and a three-headed giant dog last school year. It's hard to say what he did this year. He didn't bother to look at non-dangerous animals.

They crowded into the crowd heading home and waved goodbye to Hermione.

Then Ron saw the person he least wanted to see at the school gate - Lockhart, wearing a brand new aqua velvet robe with a long white peacock feather stuck in his hat, standing at the entrance to the school. Along the way, he wore his signature smile and happily distributed Christmas cards with his own handwritten greetings and signature to his admirers.

"Don't - don't - don't go - oh, Hermione did go and get it." Ron had the urge to tear the card in half.

"Let's go." Harry nudged Ron with his elbow, "I have something very important to tell you."

The crowd thinned out, with thick snow cushioning their feet. The lively sounds were diluted into silence by the white falling in the sky.

When Harry turned around, he saw Snape saying something to Lockhart. Lockhart seemed stunned for a moment, and then the two of them walked back to the castle in the same direction, one behind the other.

Did the two of them have anything to talk about?

Very strange.

Lockhart has a bad relationship with almost all the teachers in the school, even Professor Sprout, who has a very gentle personality.

But Harry is more concerned about Hagrid's affairs now. If the monster is Hagrid's pet...

Lockhart had just been implanted with an idea by the confusion spell. He now wanted to borrow a reference book from Snape. The content in that book would be very helpful for his new work.

So he walked underground by himself, chattering all the way, showing off the skills he had never possessed before.

Snape originally wanted to shut him up directly, but considering that the silent Lockhart was as eye-catching as a snowman in summer, he chose to give himself earplugs to listen. Any buzzing sound is better than a series of brainless lies. Nice to hear.

Lockhart's mouth never stopped chattering. "I have solved a series of serious attacks, very similar to what happened this time. I use very advanced and complex spells to make powerful amulets, those who are murderous." Monsters sense this unfriendly power from fifty feet away and dare not attack again, and the monsters in the chamber are not as bold as those I dealt with in Ouagadougou.”

As soon as he entered the door, he picked up a bottle of rose-colored potion on the shelf and threw it up and down. It broke into pieces within a few seconds.

Snape closed the door, removed the disturbing noise from his ears, and asked him kindly, "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

Lockhart put his hands behind his back to block the debris with his body, and kicked the shards of glass into the darkness with his heels. "Thank you, I happen to be thirsty. Do you have any firewhiskey?"

"No whiskey." Snape walked to the shelf near the inner room and turned his back. From where Lockhart was sitting, you couldn't see what he was doing. "I prepared Arabica coffee for myself today. You How about a drink too?"

He uncorked a small glass bottle and poured the entire potion wastefully into a coffee cup.

The steaming hot coffee was served on the table, its deep color and rich smell covering up the strange taste.

Lockhart picked up the coffee, smelled the aroma with an elegant posture, and then shook his head regretfully, "When I was eradicating the plague of man-eating fruits on Sumatra, the locals gave me a coffee called Mandheling. Beans, the rich and rich flavor of chocolate and syrup - the satisfaction of helping others get out of trouble for free - that's the real enjoyment."

He talked too much and became very thirsty. He poured a large gulp down his throat. His eyes suddenly darkened, his body fell limply, and his arm knocked over the cup.

Snape unhurriedly repaired the medicine bottle that Lockhart had smashed, removed the cups and saucers calmly, walked up to the unconscious talkative bastard, and kicked him viciously in the butt.

"Okay, come out." Snape said to the door.

Eugenie poked half her head out from behind the door frame, "He's really annoying, and he even breaks things."

Snape pointed his wand at his body and moved him to the enlarged desk. "He will not make any more noise for 24 hours."