"Professor Lockhart, I am your fan!" Anton said with admiration.
Lockhart smiled brightly when he heard this. He struggled to drag his suitcase while trying his best to maintain an elegant posture.
Oh, this is so difficult.
Anton could almost guess that Lockhart's hands must be going numb. After climbing several flights of stairs, the professor wanted to put his suitcase down several times to take a breath.
But with such enthusiastic fans following him, he had to try his best to pretend to be relaxed.
This is the second powerful adult wizard Anton has observed who is not good at levitation spells.
"You must want to ask me for my autograph." Lockhart stopped in an awkward manner and planned to put down the suitcase in his hand.
He felt that his hands were almost useless. In order to pack his various clothes, books and letters, both suitcases were filled to the top.
I kind of regret not considering buying a suitcase with a traceless stretch charm.
Although it is expensive, at some point it will definitely ensure that he is in perfect condition at all times, instead of his whole body starting to sweat and become sticky.
"Wow~" Anton looked at Lockhart and exclaimed, "Professor, did you use the levitation spell? I feel like you are carrying the box as lightly as if it has no weight."
"You are very discerning!" Lockhart smiled brightly, "You are good at discovering the advantages of others, which is good."
"I just wanted to keep a low profile."
He used both hands to lift the suitcase up and down, "pretending it had a certain weight, just to take care of other people's feelings."
"Of course, when we carry heavy objects, we can also feel the joy of life firsthand."
"Oh~ Although you are still young, remember that this is a beneficial attempt and you should have a good taste of life."
Anton looked impressed.
"Yes, you are awesome!"
"Really? Haha." Lockhart suddenly lifted the suitcase with force, as if a small universe exploded, raised his head, took solid steps, and walked up the stairs step by step.
Anton smiled and looked at the professor's back.
"The first observation is that emotional ups and downs, physical fatigue, and excitement do not affect the state of this dark green crack."
"What did you say?" Lockhart looked back at Anton. He seemed to have heard the child whispering something just now.
Anton pointed at Lockhart's back with a horrified look on his face, "Professor, be careful!"
Phew~
A bead the size of a blue ping pong ball was thrown down from the corner of the stairs.
With a snap, it exploded on the ground next to Lockhart, turning into a blue-purple mist, with lightning surging from time to time.
Lockhart happened to be standing in the middle of the mist. He was shaken by the electric current and began to dance inexplicably.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Ah ah ah, what's wrong with me?"
"The Tarantella Spell!" Anton exclaimed, taking a step back in a panic, "Oh my god, what naughty kid bought this weird prank thing outside of school!"
"Oops, I can't control my feet." Lockhart looked a little flustered.
Anton's faint voice came from the bottom of the stairs, "The Dancing Charm is taught in first grade. Our final exam in the Charms class last year was to cast the Dancing Charm on a pineapple. Professor, can't you remove it?"
Things like magic spells really depend on the situation. If you use this kind of magic spell in a fierce battle on the edge of a cliff or some dangerous place, your opponent will be instantly stunned.
Therefore, the counter-curse for the Dance Step Curse is taught in the second year, because it is not difficult to communicate the principles, and the content is less than one page in the textbook.
Anton never underestimates any magic spell and masters all the magic spells in the course very well.
Last year, he came first with all A's, which brought Slytherin a lot of honor. For this reason, Snape was embarrassed in front of the other deans for a long time.
This prank prop is the result of research on dance spells.
Anton asked someone to throw it away.
In order to worry about being found punishing the students who threw props, Anton specifically did not find the twins, but chose Crabbe.
Anyway, this kid is so stupid that no one would think that he could do something stupid like deliberately attacking the professor.
Under the observation of the wizard's eyes, the dark green cracks twisted slightly, as if resisting the influence of the sudden intrusion of the curse.
Lockhart was visibly escaping the spell's control.
"Of course, hahaha." Lockhart danced, trying not to smile so forcedly.
"This is an interesting attempt. I haven't experienced the magic of tarantella for a long time. It makes me feel like I am back in my teenage years, full of vitality and vitality."
"Child, you come and try too, let's jump to the office together."
He struggled to lift the suitcase and made a waving gesture. "Come on, try it!"
"This is an interesting attempt. This is how life should be, full of joy."
Fool~
Then lie~
Anton frowned and leaned back, with a look of resistance.
"Oh, no, professor, I can already feel your energy, so that's fine."
So Anton followed Lockhart, who was bouncing all the way, to his office.
"It's very spacious!" Lockhart finally escaped from the effect of the spell. He looked at the exclusive office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and nodded with satisfaction.
He looked at Anton who was looking around curiously and laughed, "Is this your first time in this office?"
Lockhart shrugged with a weird look on his face, "I heard that your previous defense professor was Quirrell, who was wrapped in a weird turban and smelled like garlic, oh~~"
He put down his suitcase and quietly rubbed his hands behind his back, "But don't worry, you have welcomed the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in history."
Anton smiled and squinted at Lockhart, carefully observing the shaking pattern of the dark green cracks on his body when the dance spell faded away.
He nodded, "Yes, you are the best."
"It's an honor to meet you, Professor."
Next, Lockhart planned to pack up his gifts, so it was inconvenient for the little wizard to stay. The professor obviously liked Anton very much and asked the little wizard to come and sit in his office when he was free. Maybe he could reveal something he had never mentioned to others.
The great adventure.
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When Anton returned to the dormitory, Draco was writing something in his diary with a silly smile on his face.
He looked like a young man who fell in love and became stupid.
But Draco is definitely not, he has always had a girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy's appearance was average, but the proud and picky Malfoy never minded the other's appearance. The two had a particularly good relationship from the first grade until they graduated from the seventh grade. Anton sometimes saw Della
Coe acted coquettishly towards Pansy.
(pFor such a relationship, the family conditions are quite right in Yemen. It can only be said that the author is the only one who can break them up.)
In comparison, Harry Potter is just a good-looking guy. He has two of the most beautiful goddesses in the academy, Cho Chang and Ginny, the one he loves and the other who loves him. And they are both good at Quidditch.
This is simply a man's dream - a beautiful goddess likes to play games with you.
Anton approached Draco with a weird look on his face and stared at Draco's face. This kid has been a little weird since the beginning of school this year. Anton has always known how to grasp the scale of social interaction. No matter how good the relationship is, it is impossible for him to peek at someone else's diary.
What is written on it.
"Draco, what's wrong with you?"
Draco was obviously startled. He raised his head and looked at Anton's big face, his eyes staring straight at him.
"!!!"
He swallowed and looked pale, "No...it's nothing!"
He quickly closed the diary, hugged it and ran out.
Anton looked at Goyle and Crabbe with a puzzled expression, "???"
Goyle silently drew circles on the bed, while Crabbe looked at the door of the dormitory with his lips pursed, a little sad, "He won't play with us now."
oh?
Yeah?
This is different from the original one.
Anton turned around and sat on the sofa chair, sorting out all the knowledge about Horcruxes and basilisks in his mind, and waited patiently.
It wasn't until late at night that Draco quietly and quietly returned to the dormitory, and even secretly glanced at Anton's high pillar bed in the dark.
"Ha~"
Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, Draco's complete silver-gray humanoid color block had a faint dark green crack.
Very shallow.
It also reveals a sense of darkness and loneliness.