Ever since the House-elf revolt, Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts has turned into a drama class.
He enthusiastically played the role of himself in class.
Through performance, he will show students his great achievements in driving away female ghosts, defeating Werewolf, and traveling with snowmen.
Lockhart served as both director and lead actor.
Harry's fame caught his attention, and he became his go-to villain.
The same goes for today.
"Haha." Lockhart flashed what he thought was a charming smile. "I bet you all want to know how vampires were so captivated by my charisma that they stopped drinking blood and started eating only carrots."
"Hmm... One of you will have the opportunity to recreate that scene with me."
"Who should I choose...?"
Lockhart made a show of surveying the classroom, his gaze settling on Harry's seat.
Harry piled the books high on the table, obscuring his face, but that didn't stop Lockhart from trying to use him to elevate himself.
"Yes, you're the one, Harry."
"You're really lucky," Lockhart said, flashing a bright white smile.
"Oh, good heavens," Harry said, standing up with a gloomy expression. "I'd rather go to Snape's office and deal with the slugs now."
"Don't think like that, Harry. At least you'll get a new role today," Ron said with a hint of schadenfreude. "We're all tired of ghosts, Werewolf, and Ghoul."
"I hope he doesn't make me eat carrots in class."
Harry glared at Ron and reluctantly moved to the podium.
Silan had absolutely no desire to listen to Lockhart's boring, easy lessons.
After the last incident, Hermione saw Lockhart's true nature as a good-for-nothing and now loathes him.
Attending class at all was already the greatest act of her patience.
As for letting her attend classes?
Don't even think about it.
She's now just like those who slack off in class reading novels, sticking close to Silan, reading Shakespeare's * Richard III * together.
This is a historical play written by Shakespeare.
"I hope they are the eyes of the Basilisk, and can kill you..."
Upon reading this sentence, Hermione asked with some confusion, "The Basilisk's eyes? Is this some kind of metaphor?"
"This is a dangerous Magical Creatures whose gaze can kill almost any living being; this must be a wizarding Easter egg from Shakespeare."
"That's terrifying."
Hermione moved closer to Silan, terrified.
Of course, half of it was an act...
Uh... maybe more than half?
Silan glanced up at Lockhart, who was putting on airs on the podium, and thought, "Hasn't he discovered the Diary yet?"
It's been almost two weeks since school started, and the Basilisk hasn't made a single move.
"Should I take the initiative, become the mastermind behind the scenes, muddy the waters, and profit from it?"
In a sense, chaos is a ladder to ascent.
It's easier to profit from troubled waters.
But the idea only flashed through Silan's mind for a moment before he rejected it.
Dumbledore is still here; it would be unwise to act rashly.
Let's wait and see.
If nothing happens after that, just let Harry take the blame; Dumbledore won't fire him anyway.
Dude, I won't stand on ceremony.
After the lesson, Silan dug up some sand outside the castle, packed it into her Suitcase, and prepared to go back to Snape for Potions.
He had just returned to the castle when he was met by the Malfoy trio.
Before summer vacation, the two had a fairly good relationship.
But after Lucius and Arthur Weasley's fistfight at Flourish and Blotts and Blotts, Malfoy harbored hatred for everything associated with Lucius.
His attitude towards Silan became very awkward.
The group of people suddenly met on a narrow path.
Malfoy glared at him coldly, then left without saying a word.
Silan ignored him and went straight to Snape's office.
After knocking, Snape's cold voice came from inside the office.
"Come in."
Silan pushed open the door and entered, seeing that Snape had already set up the crucible on the other side of the workbench.
Good afternoon, Professor.
"Stop with this useless nonsense." Snape gathered the hem of his robe and said with a forced smile, "Today we're making Hemostatic Healing Potion. Go get the ingredients."
Silan went to Snape's storeroom.
Yes, it feels like coming home.
Having easily gathered all the materials, Silan returned to the control room.
I'll demonstrate once, and you follow along.
Snape maintained a stiff demeanor, but his explanations were incredibly detailed and patient.
"Hemostatic Healing Potion are commonly used Potions to treat external injuries; they can save your life in a critical moment."
"The key to this Potions is that the materials must be handled with meticulous care..."
"The slices of Dittany should not exceed one inch in size."
"The dosage of Dittany Essence added must be precise."
The basic process of Snape's private Potions lessons was similar to that in the classroom.
The theory is explained first, followed by practical operation.
The only difference is that he will break down each step in detail and extend this approach to similar Potions.
Although the main focus is on one Potions, it will also cover the methods for making many similar Potions.
This method of learning is more stressful, but highly efficient and allows for applying knowledge to other areas.
[Potion Prodigy: Proficiency +1]
[Potion Prodigy: Proficiency +2]
Under Snape's guidance, Silan quickly made a bottle of Hemostatic Healing Potion.
Judging from its condition, it is practically perfect.
This surprised Snape somewhat.
Although Hemostatic Healing Potion are commonly used Potions, they require extremely high standards for material processing.
Even if a wizard succeeds when they first start learning, the quality of their work won't be very good.
But Prewett managed to produce a perfectly effective Hemostatic Healing Potion on his first try.
Just like me!
However, Snape still snorted coldly and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.
"Not bad."
"Hmph, so stubborn," Silan thought to herself, scoffing.
Snape tossed his robes aside, clattered out of the control room, and returned to the office living room.
"Put the Potions away and come with me."
Silan carefully put away the bottle of Hemostatic Healing Potion that had just been prepared on the table and followed Snape.
Back in the living room, Snape took a small box from a drawer in his desk and handed it to Silan.
"For me?" Silan asked, puzzled.
Snape nodded. "Open it and take a look."
Upon opening the small box, Silan could clearly see what was inside.
He was stunned at first glance.
He had just guessed that it might contain some Potions Scraps that Snape didn't need for the time being.
After all, this wasn't the first time the old bat had used the excuse of having him deal with Scraps to send him Potions Ingredients.
But when Silan actually saw what was inside the box, he was quite surprised.
"This is what it is?"