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Chapter 281

Chapter 281
"I don't know what the professor will teach us in this class?"

"Who knows, I hope it's not something like review... Review, review, every professor is talking about review... The OWLs exam is still a while away, isn't it too early to review now?"

"What do you mean early? Haven't you heard that Ron from Gryffindor is in the library every day now? I'm sure he'll be number one in spells..."

"That's hard to say. The same goes for Nash... And don't forget Granger. He's not someone who can be easily overwhelmed."

...

The students around were talking about it, mainly because the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was now a rare and interesting course.

Lockhart always came up with something new in every class, making the class very lively. Although he seemed to have no desire to let students review, everyone liked this state.

There are so many professors who ask people to review, but this is the only interesting one!

Even Andrew found it amusing—although he occasionally suspected that the professor didn't care about the final grade, he had indeed learned a lot from Professor Lockhart this semester.

Half of the credit for having deciphered most of the contents of Vagado's Transfiguration system was due to the little tricks taught by Professor Lockhart!

"That's weird...shouldn't it be time for class?"

"Yeah, but what about the professor?"

...

While Andrew was distracted, the topic of the class changed - anxiety arose among the students, and everyone began to wonder why the professor had not arrived yet.

Although there is a chance of providing a surprise, the time is a bit too long.

About seven or eight minutes into the class, almost everyone turned their eyes to Andrew.

"I'll go check it out. Maybe the professor forgot the class schedule..."

Andrew stood up while talking to his classmates with a smile.

"This shouldn't happen. Professor Lockhart has so much energy that he can't use it up. How could such a loophole appear?"

He was even a little worried, but what was there to worry about being late?

It's possible that he overslept or forgot - after all, it was a professor who split it into seven parts, so it's normal that he forgot because he was busy.

"It's better to be busy with the exams. It would be great if Professor Lockhart is still here next year... We should at least get some of the things we have hidden away next year, right?"

He thought optimistically, walked to Lockhart's office door, and knocked - no response.

Again.

Still no, and it's locked.

'Went to the teachers' lounge?'

He ran over, but unfortunately, no one was there. There was only one professor, the one with a somewhat, um, turbulent reputation.

"Minerva, what's up?"

Professor Snape glanced at Andrew. Although his tone was not very happy, fortunately he did not show any disgust towards the Gryffindor special attack.

"No, Professor. I'm just looking for Professor Lockhart. He didn't go to class. I came here to try my luck."

"Didn't go to class?"

Snape's deep voice rose a little, "Huh, is this how the professor Albus found works?"

'I almost forgot that Professor Snape is equally hostile to every Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but Professor Lockhart is more equal because of his personality...'

But it was hard to say such things, and Professor Snape had already stood up.

"Then let's go and find out what Professor Lockhart is up to again."

"You just want to prove to your face that the Dark Arts professor is incompetent..."

Andrew knew what the professor wanted to do without having to guess, but he couldn't refuse.

"Let's go to his office first, maybe he's sleeping..."

Snape's mocking voice floated in front, and Andrew could only obey - it was better to sleep. He was in the seventh grade, so it was hard to say whether he should take a nap or not, but it was understandable.

There was still no response after knocking on the door, and the door was still locked. But Professor Snape looked at the door lock and his expression suddenly changed.

"It's locked from the inside with magic."

"Ah?" Before Andrew could say anything, the door was opened by magic.

The office was empty, but the door to the living room inside was half open and there was a disgusting smell coming from it.

“Vomit!”

Snape barely paused.

The door to the living room was opened and Professor Lockhart was lying on the table, with vomit spreading from the table to the floor, making the smell of the whole room unbearable.

"poisoned?"

'Poisoned?'

Before Andrew could react, the professor, who he suspected was heavily diluted with water, turned Lockhart over and used his wand to open his eyes to observe.

"He's not dead, but he can be saved. I'll go get the medicine. You watch the scene. It would be best if you could call the elf and ask Madam Pomfrey to come over."

It was rare for Andrew to see Professor Snape serious.

"Ok."

He nodded, and while Professor Snape ran off to get the medicine, he called the elf and told it to notify Madam Pomfrey.

Then he began to observe the room.

Although he had sent many students here for detention, this was his first time here.

The style is not very good. Although the books on the bookshelf are cleverly concealed, they still look fake at first glance. Well, I haven't done much reading.

'Who poisoned the school? Who caused trouble in the school?'

He shook his head, unable to figure it out, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a reflective spot on the ground - it was a small glass bottle that looked like it could hold potions, but the bottle contained a large amount of protective wax...

"Don't touch it, wait for someone..."

Madam Pomfrey even rushed ahead of Professor Snape.

"Oh my god, who did this?"

She carefully began to look through Professor Lockhart's papers, "It can be saved, but who did this poison?"

Andrew saw Madam Pomfrey pick up her wand and try to clean it up, but she gave up on her own initiative.

"Wait for Professor Snape to come and confirm. He knows more about poisoning."

"No, I don't know."

Professor Snape even gasped a little, "I can't analyze it, so I can only use a stupid method to keep him alive... and then conduct targeted research to crack it..."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of fecal stone and stuffed it in.

"By the way, Professor, there is an empty bottle on the ground. I suspect it was poisoned."

Andrew pointed to the clue.

"Bottle? Yes, a potion bottle."

Professor Snape picked it up, looked at it, smelled it, and even poured out a drop of remaining potion with his fingers.

Then he looked at the pile of vomit.

The expression on his face became extremely cold again, even with a hint of disgust.

"Felixir, inferior quality, more toxic than normal..."

"Elixir of Fortune?"

Madam Pomfrey's surprised voice.

"Yes, Felicis, dizziness, recklessness and dangerous hubris, and the toxicity accumulates..."

"Felixir poisoning...very serious."