The Tarantella Dance Spell is a very interesting spell.
The cursed person's legs will spasm and twitch involuntarily, as if they are dancing a jig.
There is a record in a certain book in the Hogwarts library that this was invented in ancient Italy. The wizard Zacharias Innocenti abused the dance spell on Mount Vesuvius in AD 79, causing the volcano to erupt.
This book records a lot of interesting spells, such as the Oolong coming out of the hole. This is the category of transfiguration spells. Conjuring a bird and conjuring a snake are the two simplest forms of transfiguration.
What Anton has to do is to inscribe this dance spell into the soul of Voldemort's Horcrux according to the old wizard Fiennes's 'spell position' theory.
Then carefully observe the effect of burning the magic spell into the soul.
Of course, quantity issues must also be taken into consideration.
If nothing can be observed from the dance step spell burned, Anton will continue to burn it until Lao Fu's soul can no longer hold the dance step spell.
This is destined to be a waste of time.
Anton is not in a hurry.
The next morning, the weather was fine.
After having breakfast, Anton followed his classmates out of Hogwarts Castle. The first class of the school year was Herbology, and the classroom was in the greenhouse next to the castle.
Slytherin and Gryffindor attend classes together.
Draco was walking in a corner in a daze, followed by Pansy who was trying to make him laugh, and two young followers, Goyle and Crabbe.
The students around were talking about Harry Potter and Ron's magical return to school.
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An interesting thing happened in the restaurant this morning.
Ron's mother sent an owl to deliver a howling letter, and that terrifying scream echoed through every corner of the auditorium.
His father, as the director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Articles, has personally enacted countless laws, but he has been stealing and illegally modifying Muggle cars. Now his son is being investigated for his recklessness.
This made the Gryffindors who had spent the night partying for Ron and Harry last night a little overwhelmed.
Along the way, there were voices of discussion in twos and threes.
The temperature in the greenhouse is obviously higher than outside. The strong earthy smell and warm environment are very suitable for the growth of plants.
There are a lot of potted plants on the ground, and their wide green leaves look like they are growing well.
"Mandrake!" Anton's expression changed.
It's hard to find this thing outside the school, and wizards with the ability to cultivate it are even rarer. The pot that Rozier helped prepare before was not easy to find through family channels.
Digged in the wild.
"Good observation skills!" Professor Sprout's voice sounded beside her. The gentle old witch looked at Anton and seemed very satisfied. During the final exam last year, she could feel the student's excellent herbal medicine.
Learn the basics of knowledge.
"Professor Snape," she pouted, "he is extremely proud to have you as his student."
Anton just smiled and looked around at the greenhouse, which looked similar to a Muggle greenhouse.
"Mandrake, death."
"Poison tentacles, extremely poisonous, lethal."
"Wolfsbane Aconitum, extremely poisonous, fatal."
"The velvet spines parasitize the ear-shaped flowers, and the seed fluff will penetrate into the body through the pores, eventually growing on animal nutrients and causing death."
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Anton smacked his mouth and stared blankly at the professor who smiled as kindly as the grandmother next door sunbathing in the afternoon.
"That's a good insight. There are always some mindless senior students who secretly come to my greenhouse to pick flowers to please their girlfriends. It would be great if they could have half the insight you have."
Professor Sprout pointed to a row of beautiful plants in the corner and said helplessly.
That plant has leaves with shimmering purple-blue gradient colors, slender stalks, and a beautiful burgundy flower with golden light spots at the top.
"Oh" Anton frowned, "Eggroot flower, the fragrance of this thing will cause diarrhea if you smell it too much."
The kind that causes vomiting and diarrhea.
"Great!" Professor Sprout was obviously very satisfied, "Fifteen points for Slytherin!"
"Don't tell those who are ignorant and don't take classes seriously."
She winked mischievously, walked to the front of the shelf with a smile, clapped her hands, "Good morning, classmates, and welcome to Greenhouse No. 3."
Everyone quickly said hello in unison, "Hello, Professor Sprout."
"Today we are repotting mandrakes. Does anyone know about mandrakes?" The professor looked around, and sure enough, the excellent Miss Granger raised her arms high.
"Mandrake is often used to help petrified people return to their original form."
"It is also quite dangerous. Hearing the cry of Mandrake may be fatal." Hermione spoke with pride.
"Very good!" The professor was extremely satisfied, "Gryffindor plus ten points."
She began to explain in detail the unique features and processing methods of this herb, and finally asked everyone to receive earmuffs, "Our mandrakes are only seedlings now, and their cries are not fatal, but they can still make you unconscious.
a couple of hours."
"Put on your earmuffs!"
Anton raised his eyebrows, his voice was deadly, put on earmuffs?
He thought of another magical animal, the basilisk. The basilisk's gaze was also quite dangerous. Looking directly at it would cause death, while looking at it indirectly would result in petrification.
Can it be avoided in the same way?
As long as you cover your eyes, the basilisk is just a huge python with fangs.
To deal with giant creatures, Anton has the methods taught by his late mentor Professor Quirrell, which is really very effective.
Thoughts were racing in his mind, and he even had an interesting conjecture.
I don’t know who will die first between the mandrake and the basilisk?
"Maybe"
“You can try it!”
"Professor Lockhart, if a wizard is blind, how can he live a normal life?"
After class, Anton came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
When it comes to ability, Lockhart is a scumbag, but when it comes to being knowledgeable, this guy is really awesome. He has been wandering around the world for a long time, traveling to every corner of the wizarding world, and writing books and creations from dangerous and powerful wizards.
The materials really have their own set.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Anton was reading several textbooks for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, he could feel the knowledge of this person from the quotations between the lines.
Lockhart still has some use.
Not just for experiments!
"Hahaha, you asked the right person about this." Lockhart smiled handsomely, showing his white teeth.
He gave half of the fan letters in his hand to the student who came to help, and said with a smile, "Crush the mandrake leaves, mix them with some of your own saliva and the soil on the ground, mix them evenly, and apply them on your ears.
, you will hear the shape of the world.”
Anton blinked, "Hear the shape of the world?"
"Yes, this is a very old method. There used to be a book that did not sell very well, The Sins of the Blind Nun in Park Ann Church, which tells about nuns using this method to quietly do bad things without being suspected."
"I have successfully used this method." Lockhart raised his head and danced, "That was one night three years ago, when I passed a dilapidated village on the mountainside."
"Really?" Anton's voice was faint, and he picked up the textbook on the table, "Breaking with the Female Ghost, which records the long and romantic days you spent three years ago."
"!!!" Lockhart's eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth, "Hahaha, yes, I was just talking about an episode that was not recorded."
"that night"
"Professor, what month is it?"
Lockhart was about to make up a random one, but when he looked at the book in Anton's hand, he almost couldn't stand it.
How do I remember in the book which months I am free?
I've written it down, do you still want me to memorize it myself?
"Don't care about these details!" Lockhart forced into the rhythm of the story, "At that time, my heart was seduced by the female ghost. The love in my heart overflowed, and I was a little crazy. I decided not to let any other women enter my field of vision, so I
The eyes were sealed with a powerful spell."
"But I regret it, how inconvenient it is without vision."
"So I came up with this idea. I found some Mandela juice and applied it on my ears. A magical scene happened."
Anton listened carefully to Lockhart's story.
A notepad and ballpoint pen floated beside me, writing down notes quickly.
He decided that after Lockhart went crazy in the Forbidden Forest, maybe he could publish this story, and the books in the wizarding world would be huge profits.
I have already thought of the title of the book - The Untold Past of My Dear Teacher Lockhart (Series 6).
In the name of Lockhart's student, Lockhart's past is simply a precious legacy.