Chapter 170 He Can't Accept It

"Mandrake leaf juice, my own saliva, the soil on the ground..." Professor Snape frowned, as if he had heard something outrageous.

"Which street stall magazine did you read the formula from?"

"Professor Lockhart." Anton looked at the notepad in his hand with a smile, "He is a very knowledgeable wizard."

"!!!"

Snape almost flinched.

His lips moved, and finally he still felt that he could not speak ill of other professors in front of the students, so he endured it.

"I think you should trust authority more."

Anton stared at Snape for a moment, then shook his head silently, "Actually, I think this thing might be useful in theory."

"!" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, you heard me right, I think it might be useful."

Anton stood up, stroked his chin, and walked around Lao Si's office, "Professor Dumbledore once told me that mandrake is a herb that existed in ancient times, and it was first used in rituals. Magic, used to link wizards and nature."

"The Animagus transfiguration ritual is based on this principle, using moonlight and lightning, and using the magic of mandrakes to connect oneself to the sky and the earth, so as to conceive a new self in this great natural scene."

"And your teachings, mandrake leaves have hallucinogenic effects, wrong use will lead us to see the wrong world, distorted and weird, its medicinal properties will release the greatest fear, evil, sorrow, desire in our hearts ,hapiness……"

"And Professor Quirrell..." Anton raised his eyebrows at Snape.

Snape pursed his lips, "Don't mention him!"

"Well, I learned from a professor that moonlight, thunder and lightning, dew, ashes, earth soil, etc., all have powerful magical powers, and ancient wizards are good at using these things, applying them to spells, potions, Alchemy and other fields."

"Also with my research, the mandrake impregnated with our saliva will provide an anchor, an anchor for our own being."

Anton stared at his notepad thoughtfully, "If the Mandrake allows wizards to conceive a new body in the thunder and lightning, can it also allow them to acquire some abilities in the soil of the earth?"

Snape still shook his head, "If it has a matching spell, I can clearly grasp the principles contained in it to judge whether this potion is effective."

"However, it only has rituals, which is a very dangerous practice of ancient wizards."

Snape stared at Anton, "I remember very clearly, Anthony, I reminded you not to try any Mosheng potion formulas with unclear principles, especially ritual magic."

Anton nodded, "So I came to you."

Snape was silent for a long time, raised his hand to beckon, and a small glass bottle flew out from the shelf in the corner of the office and landed on the desk.

"The exploration of potions is endless, and we cannot resist the temptation of the unknown. This is the high-quality juice extracted from the mandrake."

He gently closed the notepad, pushed it in front of Anton, and tapped on 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 participate in this research.

After long-term contact, Anton discovered a not-so-interesting thing.

Snape's highlight moment was during his studies, whether it was potions or spells, since then, it can't be said that he has made no progress, but he has also stagnated.

It is very similar to Voldemort's so-called one-knife theory. A flawed soul creates powerful talent and magic, but it stops at a certain level.

As for whether Anton's guess was wrong, or another theory, he didn't care.

He doesn't have that much leisure to meddle in other people's private affairs.

At that time, Old Deng was really upset at being suppressed, and deliberately teased Dumbledore with those words.

"Thank you." He picked up the notepad and glass bottle, turned and walked out.

Behind him, Snape said hollowly, "Don't let me catch my students doing something stupid."

"Of course." Anton turned his head and smiled brightly. "It's a 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, talking about the many honors he had received.

Anton also stared at him and smiled, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, rubbing the small glass bottle of mandrake juice in his hand.

This one in front of him is the best test subject.

And he 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 win-win.

Next, Lockhart prepared a test paper and gave everyone half an hour to start answering.

What's the problem inside...

For example: What is Lockhart's favorite color?

Wow~ Wow~

Lockhart frowned and flipped through the paper.

"Unbelievable!" He looked at his classmates, "Almost no one remembers that I like lilac color the most. I mentioned it in "A Year with XZ Snowman"."

"A few students want to re-read "Spending the Weekend with Werewolves" carefully - I clearly stated in Chapter 12 of the book that my ideal birthday gift is that all people who can and cannot be magical get along in harmony."

The students around him looked weird, and Draco was even more resistant. He pretended to imitate Lockhart's words to Pansy, which made the girl trembling and laughing on the table.

Anton smiled lightly, this ideal...

Professor Lockhart, you have the potential to be a saint of Grindelwald.

"It's good that Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, as well as sell my own line of hair conditioners."

The professor was totally against Snape in everything.

Anton could almost imagine how this guy brought his own shampoo to the Sri Lankan teacher, and was forced back by the murderous eyes of the Sri Lankan teacher.

"Very good!" Lockhart flipped through the test paper, "Hermione Granger, Anthony Weasley, you both answered all the questions correctly, full marks!"

"Ten points each for Slytherin and Gryffindor!"

Hermione had been giggling drunkenly for a year, but she was taken aback for a moment, and looked back at Anton.

Oh~ it's not just Miss Granger.

All the people turned to look at Anton in a hellish manner.

Draco and Harry Potter have the same emoticon pack, with a look of horror, as if he saw something weird,

Ron felt even more outrageous.

This cousin, who looked a little like a year ago, has grown up completely now, and has begun to look handsome, even so good that he is jealous. Can you imagine that feeling? It was as if everyone was about the same at first, but in the end they could only look up from afar.

But such a person!

He was also an admirer of Lockhart?

Do not!

He can't accept it!

this! he! Do not! can! catch! by!

It was even more outrageous than knowing his mother was a Lockhart fan.

What happened to this world?

What Anton could do, he could only shrug his shoulders and smile back, "Professor Lockhart's books are all written in it, this is a precious asset!"

"???" Draco asked.

"!!!" Harry Potter.

To be honest, Anton really thinks so. No matter how the content of this professor's book came about, the knowledge inside is definitely worth its expensive price.

Excluding some of Lockhart's boastful content and messy private goods, the description of the wizarding world in the book, the introduction of weird magic (even including the three elements of casting spells), the views full of life wisdom, and the ability to do well in the weird group of wizards way of life...

Anton felt that these books were worth savoring carefully.

It is richer than books that simply introduce spells.

An adult wizard who is useless in magic spells except for the Oblivion Curse, in a living environment where many male wizards are implicitly hostile, lives so well with ease, he is really a very powerful person.

But obviously, no one would think so except Anton.

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!"

With a serious face and a mysterious tone, Lockhart grabbed the shawl and stared at all the students threateningly.

"You are going to face the scariest things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will be safe. All I ask is that you remain calm."

When it was opened, it was the Cornwall elf that even Seamus thought was funny.

A livid-skinned elf who can only be mischievous.

As a result, the entire classroom erupted with extremely familiar laughter from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Just like last year.

oh~

What a bad memory.

Familiar taste, familiar formula, most of the students can almost imagine what this class will be like.