In the next few days, Lockhart not only had to prepare lessons and practice his own spells... but also to think about what words could make the Chinese wizard reveal something... In short, there were more and more things--

"Harry got a love potion and fell in love with Romilda Vanney?" Lockhart was a little dizzy when he heard it. Shouldn't this be Ron's plot? "what happened."

"It's my fault." Hermione said anxiously and ashamed. "Because I've used that kind of thing too, after hearing the plans of those girls, I didn't have the nerve to tell Harry to be careful."

"You know someone's going to put a lure on Harry without reminding him?" Lockhart asked. "Just because you used it on me too..."

"I'm sorry, Professor..." Hermione lowered her head, "What should I do now, Ginny has already quarreled with Harry, and now Harry is clamoring to find Romilda Vanney, Ron is holding him... …”

"Go to Mrs. Pangli, or the potions professor, what's the use of looking for me!" Lockhart was a little amused, "Take me there, and we'll send him to Professor Slughorn."

Lockhart came to Gryffindor's lounge, Ron and Neville were pressing Harry, and Ginny probably hid in the dorm angrily.

"Let go of me, I'm going to find Romilda Vane, where is she?"

"Get him to the dormitory, I don't know when Romida will be back!" Ron shouted to Neville.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the Savior, Lockhart was a little amused. He took out his wand and gave him a Weakness Spell: "You two, support him with me."

"The professor is here, what can I do?" Ron asked expectantly.

"No...no..." Harry was still struggling, but unfortunately he was completely powerless.

"We'll take you to Romilda!" Seeing that Harry wasn't being honest, Hermione hurriedly lied to him.

"Romilda Vane," Harry said softly, his entire face lit up, as if being lit by the purest sunlight. Then Harry was escorted without a struggle to the Potions professor's office.

"Professor Slughorn!" Lockhart shouted, knocking on the door before it opened. Slughorn looked at Lockhart and the students behind him in surprise.

"What's the matter?" he asked strangely, "Harry what happened to him?"

"He accidentally took the love potion," Hermione said quickly, "Can you give him some antidote? We wanted to take him to Mrs. Pang Li, but we think you should be more professional..."

"I thought you could handle that, Gilderoy," said Slughorn. "Let him in."

Ron and Neville helped Harry inside. As soon as Harry entered the house, he looked around for the girl he wanted to see: "Romida Vane, where is she?"

"Oh, you can chat with him for a while, and I'll dispense the medicine."

Harry stared blankly: "I can't see her, Professor—did you hide her?"

"Well, she'll be here in a minute!" Slughorn began to look at Harry with interest as he dispensed the antidote. "Don't you like Ginny?"

"I want Romilda Vane!"

"Alright, alright, I'll be there soon," said Ron breathlessly. He was fighting Harry now. Fortunately, Lockhart had given Harry a Weakness Charm. "Come on, Professor." He pleading.

"Soon," Slughorn nodded, keeping his hands off. "I have necessities in my bag, this antidote is not difficult..."

"Why hasn't she arrived yet!" Harry cried, as Slughorn was expertly concocting the antidote, adding some of this and some of that to a small crystal jar.

Lockhart held his chest and watched Slughorn dispense the medicine. The potions master lived up to his reputation. The preparation of this simple antidote was almost as quick and natural as if it had been practiced thousands of times.

"She's knocking on the door already," Slughorn handed Harry a glass of clear liquid, at last, "drink it up, and it'll keep you calm when she comes."

"Okay." Harry said impatiently, gulping down the antidote. "Go open the door now."

A group of people watched him. For a moment, Harry looked at them with a grin, and then his smile faded very slowly into extreme panic.

"Back to normal?" Lockhart asked with a smile, and Slughorn chuckled.

"Ah, shit, what happened, what did I say to Ginny!" Harry stood up nervously, "I have to go back and explain to her right away!"

"Don't worry, boy, don't worry," said Slughorn, Harry just off the drug and a little weak. "Titi Spirit, that's what you need right now," Slughorn continued, hurried to a table full of drinks, "I've got butterbeer, wine, and one last bottle of oak-aged honey. Wine...well...why don't we open it up and celebrate the savior's success in getting rid of drugs? Nothing beats the pain of disillusionment with a good glass of wine..."

Lockhart was alert, if he remembered correctly, Slughorn now has a bottle of wine with poison, and it seems to be mead?

"Come on," said Slughorn, holding each of them a glass of mead, "try it, good wine!"

"Thank you Professor!" Hermione, Ron, and Neville all said politely, while Harry raised his glass glumly and prepared to drink.

"Hold on!" Lockhart stopped Harry.

Slughorn looked at Lockhart strangely: "What's the matter, Gilderoy, do you want to be the first to taste this wine?"

"No..." Lockhart was thinking about how to tell them that the wine might be poisonous, "I sensed a dangerous aura from the bottle..."

"You mean the wine is poisonous?" Slughorn suddenly became unhappy and put down his glass, "As a potions professor, I can tell if there is poison in the wine by smelling it!"

"No, no, it doesn't have to be poisonous, it could also be black magic." Lockhart quickly explained to him.

Slughorn was even more dissatisfied: "I have no reason to kill you!"

"Professor~lightnovelpub.net~ You think too much..." Ron and Neville held the wine glasses, neither drinking nor putting down.

There was sweat on Lockhart's forehead. This feeling of knowing something but not being able to say it is really bad: "I'm sorry, Professor Slughorn, my intuition is always accurate. Jim!"

Lockhart decisively summoned his house elf, and Jim appeared from the void with a crackle: "Master, do you have any orders!"

"You taste this glass of wine!" With the strange eyes of several people, Lockhart handed the glass to Jim.

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"No!" Although Slughorn was dissatisfied, he didn't stop it, but Hermione's love overflowed, and she jumped out at once, with red eyes to stop the elf from drinking: "Why let the elf taste it, are they born to die? Shit, are you going to do such a thing, let me taste it!"

"Don't..." Seeing that Hermione was about to drink the glass of wine, Lockhart grabbed her wrist, "Okay! I'll taste it."

Lockhart raised his glass angrily and took a sip of mead. There was nothing wrong with the taste. The aroma was fragrant and the mouth was smooth... Under the watchful eyes of several people, Lockhart swallowed a small sip of wine in his mouth. down.

... a feeling of difficulty breathing suddenly came, and Lockhart fell back on the sofa and sat next to Harry all of a sudden.

"Gildrow?" Slughorn's nervous voice came.

"Professor!" Before he fell into a coma, Lockhart felt someone pounce on him, "Quickly think of a way..."

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(The editor urged me to enter V. Originally, I wanted to wait until the end of this volume and start writing my own original plot before entering V. Now I may have to do it in advance... I want a recommendation ticket!)

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