If this had happened yesterday, Lockhart would never have believed that the Acromantula was afraid of people.
This is an evil, dark creature! It loves to eat people!
But today, he really did learn a lot from Xiao Dao's experience.
Audrey curled up in a corner of the cage, completely devoid of her earlier excitement and smugness.
Lockhart didn't understand, and didn't want to understand.
He put away his wand, his smile returning. "I plan to have everyone learn this spell properly in the coming days."
His gaze swept over the students below, finally settling on Ron, who had a bitter expression on his face.
"Mr. Weasley, why don't you give it a try first?"
"No—" Ron's lips trembled, "No—I mean my wand is broken."
No one believed that this wand, wrapped in magic tape, could successfully cast a spell.
Lockhart, however, did not think so, and even seemed a little excited. "Come on, this spell is very simple."
Under Draco's provocative gaze, Ron finally stood up and came up to the top.
"Spiders, begone!"
Audrey stared tremblingly at the billowing black smoke rising before her.
It seemed even more frightened, and almost shrank into a ball.
Lockhart's smile was very stiff.
They deliberately chose the one most likely to fail, but the result was an extraordinary success.
"Next one—" His eyes darted back and forth, and finally he called up Neville, who looked the weakest.
"Mr. Longbottom, your wand isn't broken?"
"No—no, it's perfectly fine."
A flicker of regret crossed Lockhart's eyes. "Great, then you'll definitely be able to learn this spell."
Neville nodded to Vincent, who was cheering him on below.
Ron did it with a broken wand, so he can definitely do it too.
"Spider—spider, retreat—disperse—"
After reading it haltingly, Audrey tilted her head to the side and then twitched dramatically a few times.
No spell struck it; the tip of the staff didn't even light up.
"This—" Lockhart's smile gradually disappeared.
Vincent's situation was somewhat understandable, since the Order of Merlin was one level higher than his.
Ron's two older brothers were also a grade above him, so it's not surprising that he could achieve this effect.
But what about Neville?
He doesn't even seem to have a combat power of 5, so how could he possibly do better than him!
With Vincent?
Why should I?!
Vincent, in the first row, suddenly raised his hand. "Professor, I actually know Audrey."
Lockhart suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. Looks like I'm pretty lucky!"
He finally understood, despite forcing a smile.
When he woke up that day and saw fluorescent green words written all over his face, he decided to get serious.
The Cornish Pixies aren't good enough? Then let's get something more powerful!
After several days, he finally caught one that was alone.
After a fierce struggle, Audrey collapsed and was locked in a specially made large cage.
According to the original script, he should have gained the students' adoration once again after casting the Spider Banishment Charm.
But all of this was ruined by one person.
Twice!
"Professor, Audrey is frightened. May I calm her down?"
Lockhart forced a smile. "Of course, I'm not an unapproachable person."
Vincent squatted down in front of the cage, reached out and opened the iron gate. "My darling, we meet again."
Audrey curled up into a ball, letting his large hands vigorously rub her forehead.
"Don't be afraid, our professor is very easy to talk to."
"If you behave well, I promise no one can hurt you."
Hermione below rolled her eyes vigorously.
The person who hurt Audrey the most was Vincent, who always had a "friendly" smile on his face.
Lockhart was numb.
Because whenever Slytherin student went up in the cage, except for Gryffindor students, Audrey would keep banging on the cage.
Especially Draco's group, every single one of them had their faces covered in spider silk.
"Everyone did a great job."
Lockhart listlessly added 20 points to Gryffindor, then slunk away from the classroom.
"Come on, I'll take you home." Vincent opened the cage and gently patted Audrey's forehead.
The news that he had taken an Acromantula to the Forbidden Forest quickly spread throughout the entire castle.
Fred and George rushed to the Club Room as soon as class ended.
"Dude, I heard you—"
"Shh—it's all here with me." Vincent patted the briefcase on the table.
The twins smiled at each other and simultaneously gave him a thumbs up.
Since we're going to the Forbidden Forest, how can we not harvest some loot?
The adorable creatures initially resisted, but under the SuperHighPowerPlus gun barrel, they all cooperated very well with Vincent's "detoxification" work.
There are no toxins in their bodies, and everyone is perfectly healthy.
He believed Aragog would be genuinely pleased to know.
"Tomorrow's Saturday!" Fred leaned his big face closer. "My good buddy, can you let me touch the new broom first?"
George joined in, saying, "Please believe us, no one will know about this."
Vincent pushed aside the two large faces with a look of disdain. "Indeed, if this gets out, Wood will definitely kill you."
The twins' faces immediately fell, and they looked around the Club Room.
Thank goodness, Wood wasn't there.
There's a guy named Li with a mouth the same size as theirs.
After the two left, Vincent was finally able to focus on making iron-copper alloys.
With his improved skills, he can now complete a small furnace in about ten minutes.
Once the ordered furnace arrives, we expect to have 20,000 to 30,000 sheets by the end of the month.
"Have you decided on the card back?" Hermione was testing the Gu Gu Card's movements.
"I've thought it through." Vincent pointed to the notebook cover in front of her. "Follow this design, and add some decorative patterns to the edges."
It feels textured to the touch and has a mysterious aura.
What should you use to play Wizard Cards?
Crystal? Gemstone? Gold?
Ordinary wizards cannot afford it, so it is destined to become a luxury item with extremely limited availability.
Moreover, in terms of luxury, Vincent owns more than a dozen undeveloped mines, and he might not lose if he were to compete with them.
Unfortunately, it can't be sold.
"Wow—this is the Gwent you're going to release to the public?"
Such a sarcastic tone could only come from Draco, who gets itchy if he's not beaten.
He strolled over arrogantly, accompanied by five senior members of the Black Swan organization.
"Wayne, this thing doesn't look very good."
Vincent turned off the furnace and picked up a dark yellow plain card from the table.
"Yes, after all, it was made by me, a mere apprentice who has just begun Alchemy. How can it compare to your high-end, sophisticated, and classy creations?"
Draco darkened slightly.
He could tell, of course, that it was sarcastic.
"Heh—then do you dare to make a bet with me?"
Did your father agree?
Blaise Zabini grinned maliciously. "Wayne, you're not scared, are you?"
Then came Pansy's sharp little voice, "What is he afraid of? He has Nicolas Flamel backing him up. We certainly don't care about our little bet."
Sure, it seems you came prepared.