"Mandrake leaf juice, own saliva, soil on the ground..." Professor Snape's brows furrowed, as if he heard something outrageous.
"Which street magazine did you get the recipe from?"
"Professor Lockhart." Anton looked at the notepad in his hand with a smile, "He is a very knowledgeable wizard."
"!!!"
Snape almost stopped.
He moved his lips, but finally felt that he could not speak ill of other professors in front of students, so he endured it.
"I think you should trust authority more."
Anton stared at Snape for a moment and shook his head silently, "Actually, I think this thing may be useful in theory."
"!" Snape's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, you heard me right, I think it might be useful."
Anton stood up, rubbed his chin, and walked around Old Si's office, "Professor Dumbledore once told me that mandrake is an herb that existed in ancient times. It was first used in rituals.
Magic, used to connect wizards and nature."
"The Animagus transformation ritual is based on this principle. It uses moonlight and thunder and lightning to connect itself to heaven and earth with the magic of mandrake, thereby nurturing a new self in this great natural scene."
"And your teachings. Mandrake leaves have a hallucinogenic effect. Wrong use will cause us to see the wrong world, twisted and weird. Its medicinal properties will release the greatest fear, evil thoughts, and sadness in our hearts. Please ask.
,hapiness……"
"And Professor Quirrell..." Anton raised his eyebrows at Snape.
Snape pursed his lips, "No need to mention him!"
"Well, I learned from a professor that moonlight, thunder and lightning, dew, ashes, earth soil, etc., all have powerful magic powers. Ancient wizards were good at applying these things and applying them to spells and potions.
Alchemy and other fields."
"And my research suggests that mandrake soaked in our saliva will provide an anchor, an anchor for our own existence."
Anton stared at his notepad thoughtfully, "If mandrake allows the wizard to give birth to a new body in thunder and lightning, can it also allow him to gain any abilities in the soil of the earth?"
Snape still shook his head, "If it has a matching spell, I can clearly grasp the principles it contains to judge whether this potion is effective."
"However, it only has rituals. This is a very dangerous practice of ancient wizards."
Snape stared at Anton, "I remember very clearly, Anthony, I reminded you not to try any strange potion formulas that do not understand the principles, especially ritual magic."
Anton nodded, "That's why I came to find you."
Snape was silent for a long time, then raised his hand to wave. A small glass bottle flew out from the shelf in the corner of the office and landed on the desk.
"The exploration of magic potions will never end. It is impossible for us to resist this unknown temptation. This is the high-quality juice extracted from mandrake."
He gently closed the notepad, pushed it in front of Anton, and tapped it with his fingers, "You can try, but you can't be blind."
That is to say...
Sri Lanka can provide materials for Anton, but does not intend to join this research.
After long-term contact, Anton discovered something not so interesting.
Snape's highlight moment was when he was studying, whether it was potions or curses. Since then, it cannot be said that there has been no progress, but it has stopped making progress.
It is very similar to Voldemort's so-called cut-and-dry theory. A defective soul creates powerful talent and magic power, but it stops at a certain level.
As for whether Anton guessed wrong or had another theory, he didn't care.
He doesn't have much time to meddle in other people's private affairs.
At that time, Lao Deng was really unhappy with being suppressed, so he deliberately said those words to provoke Dumbledore. After all, a gentleman can only bully someone.
"Thank you." He picked up the notepad and glass bottle, turned around and walked out.
Behind him, Snape's hollow tone sounded, "Don't let me catch my students doing something stupid."
"Of course." Anton turned back and smiled brightly, "It's a very silly thing to do experiments on yourself."
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The afternoon class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, still with Gryffindor.
Lockhart smiled brightly and talked about the many honors he had received.
Anton also stared at him and smiled, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was stroking the small glass bottle of mandrake juice in his hand.
The person in front of me is the best candidate for the drug test.
And you can also take the opportunity to observe the effect of the dark green lines on his body on the potion.
How nice.
Win twice, referred to as a win-win.
Next, Lockhart prepared a test paper and gave everyone half an hour to start answering.
The problem inside...
For example, what is Lockhart's favorite color?
Wow~Wow~
Lockhart frowned and turned over the papers.
"Unbelievable!" He looked at his classmates, "Almost no one remembers that lilac is my favorite color. I mentioned it in "A Year with Z Snowman"."
"Some students should read "Weekend with the Werewolf" carefully - I clearly stated in Chapter 12 of the book that my ideal birthday gift is for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony."
The students around him had strange expressions, and Draco was even more resistant. Pansy pretended to imitate Lockhart in a funny way, making the girl lie on the table shaking and laughing.
Anton smiled faintly, this ideal...
Professor Lockhart, you have the potential to be a Saint of Grindelwald.
"How nice that Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and sell my own line of hair lotion."
This professor was the opposite of Snape in everything.
Anton could almost imagine how this man came to the Sri Lankan cultivator with his shampoo, and then was forced to retreat by the Sri Lankan cultivator's murderous eyes.
"Very good!" Lockhart turned over the test paper, "Hermione Granger, Anthony Weasley, you two answered all the questions correctly, full marks!"
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Hermione, who had been smiling in a daze for a year, suddenly froze and looked back at Anton.
Oh~ It's not just Miss Granger.
Everyone turned to look at Anton as if they had seen a ghost.
Draco and Harry Potter have the same emoticon, with a frightened look on their face, as if they have seen something strange.
Ron felt even more outrageous.
This cousin who looked somewhat similar a year ago has now completely grown up and started to become handsome and handsome. He is even more outstanding and makes him jealous. Can you imagine what it feels like? It's like everyone is about the same, but in the end
In the end, I could only look up from a distance.
But such a person!
He is also an admirer of Lockhart?
No!
He can't accept it!
This! He! Can’t! Accept! Accept!
This was even more bizarre than knowing that his mother was a Lockhart fan.
What's going on in this world?
What could Anton do? He could only shrug and smile, "It's all written in Professor Lockhart's books. This is a precious treasure!"
"???" Draco.
"!!!" Harry Potter.
To be honest, Anton really feels this way. No matter where the content in this professor's book comes from, the knowledge inside is definitely worthy of its expensive price.
Excluding some of Lockhart's boastful content and messy private goods, the description of the wizarding world in the book, the weird introduction to magic (even including the three elements of spell casting), and the perspective full of life wisdom, you can easily navigate this weird group of wizards
way of doing things...
Anton thinks these books are worth savoring carefully.
It is richer than books that simply introduce magic spells.
An adult wizard who is useless in magic except for the Oblivion Curse, lives so smoothly in a living environment where many male wizards are implicitly hostile, he is really a very powerful person.
But obviously, no one except Anton would think so.
Everyone looked strange, especially after Lockhart bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium.
"Now...beware! My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil the wizarding world has ever known!"
Lockhart had a serious look on his face and a mysterious tone as he grabbed the cloth and stared at all the classmates threateningly.
"You will face the most horrific things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, no harm will come to you. All I ask is that you remain calm."
After opening it, it was a Cornish elf that even Seamus found funny.
A kind of livid-skinned elf who can only do mischief.
As a result, the entire classroom burst into laughter that was very familiar to Defense Against the Dark Arts classrooms.
Just like last year.
Oh~
What a bad memory.
With the familiar taste and familiar formula, most students can almost imagine what this class will be like.