The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 166

"Professor Lockhart, I'm your fan!" Anton looked admiring.

Hearing this, Lockhart smiled extremely brightly, trying his best to maintain a graceful posture while dragging his suitcase with difficulty.

Oh this is so hard.

Anton could almost guess that Lockhart's hands must be going numb. After climbing several flights of stairs, the professor wanted to put the suitcase down several times to catch his breath.

But with such enthusiastic fans by his side, he had to try his best to look relaxed.

This is the second powerful adult wizard observed by Anton who is not good at floating spells.

"You must want to ask me for an autograph." Lockhart stopped shyly, intending to put down the suitcase in his hand.

He felt like his hands were going to be worn out, and both suitcases were full to pack in order to pack his various clothes and books and letters.

Kind of regretted not considering buying a suitcase with a traceless stretch charm.

It's expensive, but at some point it's guaranteed to keep him in perfect shape at all times, rather than starting to sweat and goo all over.

"Wow~" Anton looked at Lockhart and exclaimed, "Professor, did you use the Floating Charm? I feel like you are carrying the box as if it had no weight."

"You're very discerning!" Lockhart smiled brightly. "It's good to be good at discovering the good in others."

"I just wanted to keep a low profile."

With both hands, he pulled the suitcase up and down, "Pretending to have a certain weight, this is to take care of other people's feelings."

"Of course, when we lift heavy objects, we can also personally feel the joy of life."

"Oh~ Although you are still young, remember that this is a beneficial attempt and a good taste of life."

Anton looked in admiration.

"Yes, you are amazing!"

"Really? Haha." Lockhart lifted the suitcase violently, as if it was an explosion of a small universe, raised his head, took firm steps, and walked up the stairs step by step.

Anton smiled and looked at the professor's back.

"The first observation, emotional ups and downs and physical fatigue, excitement, do not affect the state of this dark green crack."

"What did you say?" Lockhart glanced back at Anton, who just seemed to hear the child whispering something.

Anton pointed at Lockhart's back in horror, "Professor, be careful!"

huh~

A bead the size of a blue ping-pong ball was thrown from the corner of the stairs.

With a snap, the ground exploded beside Lockhart, turning into a cloud of blue-purple mist, with electric and light surging from time to time.

Lockhart happened to be standing in the middle of the fog, and was jittered by the current, and inexplicably began to dance.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Ah, what's wrong with me?"

"Tarantera Dance Spell!" Anton exclaimed, taking a step back in a panic, "Oh my God, who else bought such a strange prank outside of school!"

"Oops, I can't control my feet." Lockhart looked a little flustered.

An Dong's faint voice came from below the stairs, "Dancing spells are taught in the first grade. Last year's final exam of the spells class was to cast a dance spell on a pineapple. Professor, can you lift it?"

This kind of magic spell really depends on the occasion. If you use this kind of magic spell in a fierce battle on the edge of a cliff or in some dangerous place, your opponent will instantly feel cold.

Therefore, the second school year of anti-mantra for dance steps is taught, because the principle is not difficult to communicate, and the content in the textbook is less than one page.

Anton never underestimates any spells and masters all the spells in the course very well.

Last year, he won the first place with an excellent score, which brought a lot of honor to Slytherin. For this reason, Snape was chatting in front of other deans for a long time.

This kind of prank prop is the result of research on dance spells.

Anton asked someone to throw it.

In order to worry about being caught and punishing the students who threw the props, Anton did not find the twins, but chose Crabbe.

Anyway, this kid is stupid, no one will think that he can do stupid things to deliberately attack the professor.

Under the observation of the wizard's eyes, the dark green cracks twisted slightly, as if resisting the influence of the magic spell that suddenly invaded.

Lockhart was visibly breaking out of the spell's grip.

"Of course, hahaha." Lockhart danced, trying not to laugh so hard.

"It's an interesting attempt, I haven't experienced the tarantella spell in a long time, and it makes me feel like I'm back in my teenage years, full of energy and vigor."

"Child, try it too, let's jump to the office together."

He struggled to lift the suitcase and made a beckoning gesture. "Come on, try it!"

"It's an interesting experiment, life is what it is, full of joy."

flicker~

Then fool around~

Anton frowned and leaned back, with a look of resistance.

"Oh, no, professor, I already feel your energy, so that's all."

So Anton followed Lockhart, who was bouncing all the way, to his office.

"Very spacious!" Lockhart finally got out of the spell's effect. Looking at the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's exclusive office, he nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Anton who was looking around curiously, and laughed, "This is the first time you come to this office?"

Lockhart shrugged oddly, "I heard that your previous defense professor was Quirrell, wrapped in a weird turban and smelled of garlic, oh~~"

He put down the suitcase and quietly rubbed his hands behind his back, "But don't worry, you have ushered in 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.

Nodding, "Yes, you are the best."

"It's an honor to meet you, Professor."

Next, Lockhart planned to clean up his salute, so the little wizard was inconvenient to stay. The professor obviously liked Anton very much, and asked the little wizard to come to his office when he was free. Maybe he could reveal that he never mentioned it to others. great adventure.

When Anton returned to the dormitory, Draco was writing something in the diary with a smirk on his face.

It looked like a guy who fell in love and became stupid.

But Draco certainly wasn't, he'd always had a girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy's looks were average, but this proud and critical Master Malfoy never cared about his looks. The two had a very good relationship from the first grade until the seventh grade graduation, and Anton sometimes saw Draco acting coquettishly at Pansy.

(ps: With such feelings, the family conditions are right, and it can only be said that the author is the only one who can break them up.)

In comparison, Harry Potter is a good-looking party, the two most beautiful goddesses in the academy, one Qiu Zhang, one Ginny, one who he loves, and one who loves himself. And they're all good at Quidditch, which is a man's dream - pretty goddesses like to play games with you.

Anton leaned over with a weird look and stared at Draco's face. This baby has been a little weird since the start of school this year. Anton always knows how to grasp the scale of social interaction, no matter how good the relationship is, it is impossible to peek at what others have written in the diary.

"Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Draco was obviously startled, raised his head and looked at Anton's big face, his eyes staring straight at himself.

He swallowed, his face pale, "No...nothing!"

Quickly closed the diary, hugged and ran out.

Anton looked at Gower and Crabbe inexplicably, "???"

Goyle silently drew circles on the bed, Crabbe pursed his lips and looked at the bedroom door, a little sad, "He doesn't play with us anymore."

Oh?

Yeah?

This is different from the original book~www.mtlnovel.com~ Anton turned and sat in the sofa chair, sorting out all the knowledge about Horcrux and Basilisk in his mind, waiting patiently.

It wasn't until late at night that Draco quietly and lightly returned to the bedroom, even sneaking a glance at Anton's high-poster bed in the dark.

"Huh~"

Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, a dark green crack faintly appeared in Draco's complete silver-gray human-shaped color block.

very shallow.

And revealed a dark and lonely taste.

Don't be too familiar with it, Lao Fu.

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