Hermione got the "Power Potion" the next morning, and Ivan mailed out the list of required materials at noon.
That night, they gathered in the girls' bathroom on the third floor. The bathroom without Crying Myrtle was quiet, and Ivan looked around, and saw a small snake on the side of a water copper faucet facing the cubicle.
"That faucet is broken and never comes out."
Hermione turned the thick "Powerful Potion" to the page of compound soup, and checked the medicinal materials she just got against the formula.
"This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen." She muttered, pointing to the list of ingredients one by one with her finger, "Lacewing insects, leeches, sap grass and two ear grass, and powdered A bicorn horn and a piece of snakeskin from an African tree snake."
"God, Ivan, how much did you spend to get these things, these materials are not cheap!"
"Three hundred Galleons, this is all the money the newspaper has made recently." Ivan shrugged, "I originally planned to use the money to buy a Christmas gift for each staff member of the newspaper. I have already thought about everything. Now they are all replaced by these medicinal materials."
"You said these things are worth three hundred Galleons?!" Ron swallowed.
"That's right." Ivan also felt a little distressed.
"Okay, we already have all the necessary materials to make Polyjuice Potion. Besides these, we need a little something about the person who wants to change."
"I'm sorry," said Ron sharply. "What do you mean, a little bit of the man we're trying to become? I wouldn't drink it if it had Crabbe's toenails in it!"
Hermione didn't seem to hear him, and continued, "We don't have to worry about that yet, that stuff goes in last."
Ron turned to Harry speechlessly, and Harry's face was also not very good.
"The question now is, how long will it take to brew these potions?" Aiwen asked.
"Well, it will take twenty days at the fastest, which is the shortest cooking time for lacewings."
"Twenty days?!" said Ron. "It was Christmas by then, and I bet Malfoy would hurry up and knock out half the Muggles in the school."
"So what's your idea?" Hermione snapped her book shut, squinting at Ron.
"I think the house-elf who has been making trouble for Harry has a good idea. Find a chance to join Malfoy and let him go home and lie down until the end of this semester." Seeing Hermione looking at him angrily, Ron The voice is getting smaller and smaller.
"This won't work, we can't be sure that Malfoy did it." Ivan shook his head, "Besides, the materials have been bought back, and we have no way out now."
"You're right, Alvin!"
Seeing that Hermione was going to get angry, Ron hurriedly agreed, "It's shameful to waste Galleons, but Yu Wan doesn't use his toenails, okay?"
Several people discussed it again, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, they began to prepare the materials separately according to the recipe.
As time passed, the atmosphere in the school was still dignified.
Aiwen was kept by Lockhart after a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
He had just been asked by Lockhart to play a Himalayan snowman with a nasal cold. This is a new teaching activity that Lockhart has recently launched, asking students to cooperate with him to act out some dramatic fragments in his own book.
"Ewen, your performance just now was very good. That's how I scared the Himalayan snowman away. I saved a whole village."
"I'm glad I could help you, Professor."
Ivan asked uncertainly, "Do you have anything else to do? The next session is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. I'd better not be late."
"That's right." Lockhart showed his signature smile, "Given the current tense situation in the school, I hope to open a dueling club."
"Duel Club?!"
"Yes, you know that I have more experience in dealing with evil things than other professors in the school." Lockhart boasted, "I'm not boasting, but I don't mind passing on this experience to everyone to help you improve Take a fight."
"Excellent idea, what do you need from me?"
"I will publish this news on the bulletin board, you just need to help me promote it in the newspaper, it's as simple as that."
Lockhart hoped to put this news on the front page, but not to publish his name. He said that this was to maintain a sense of mystery and give everyone a surprise when the time came. Ai Wen smiled wryly, really surprised enough.
What can Lockhart teach everyone, how to make bones disappear? !
However, after thinking that there was really nothing worth promoting recently, he readily agreed to the other party's request. Perhaps this is an opportunity to use the dueling club's influence to redeem the newspaper's dwindling sales.
Not surprisingly, the news that the school will hold a duel club aroused the interest of the little wizards.
In the latest issue of the newspaper, Aiwen placed a big question mark, and listed below one by one the candidates who may be the teachers of the Dueling Club, their strength evaluation and past records. After a lot of publicity in advance, the sales of this issue of "Hogwarts Wizardry" returned to the peak level before the second attack.
Under Aiwen's intentional guidance, most people thought that the teacher of the Dueling Club would be Professor Dumbledore.
This is simply shocking, considering that Professor Dumbledore has not used magic in public for many years since the fall of Voldemort.
Not to mention the excited little wizards, many adult wizards who subscribed to the "Hogwarts Wizarding News" and the parents of the students hoped to come to the school to watch and have the opportunity to learn a few tricks from the greatest white wizard of our time , Just thinking about it is exciting enough.
After hearing the news, Gu Feixin, the editor-in-chief of "Daily Prophet", also wrote a letter immediately, expressing his willingness to send someone to interview the opening of the Dueling Club.
However, it was rejected by the school, which made all the students more curious. Most people thought that Professor Dumbledore was very likely to make a move.
Due to Aiwen's promotion and guidance, the Dueling Club, which was originally planned to be held in a small area in the underground classroom, had to be held in the auditorium due to the large number of applicants.
At eight o'clock on Wednesday night, the students hurried back to the auditorium after dinner and a short break in the common room. The long dining table disappeared, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, lit by hundreds of candles floating overhead.
Once again the ceiling was as black as velvet, and the whole school was there.
Aiwen, who was familiar with the truth of the matter, was dragged from the library by Colin and Ginny. In their words, they hoped that Aiwen could guide them in defending against magic spells. All first-year students know that Aiwen's spell level It is the best among its peers.
We were crowded together, each with his own wand, excited.
"When will the principal come, and what do you think he will teach us?"
"Don't be silly, Ron!"
Because of the chatter from the crowd around her, Hermione had to raise her volume and said loudly, "It can't be Professor Dumbledore, he hasn't made a move for many years. Besides, if it's him, there's no need to be so mysterious, he It’s the biggest gimmick in itself.”
"Not Dumbledore, who would it be?"
"Someone told me that Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young, maybe he came to teach us." Hermione said uncertainly.
"Ivan must know that he wrote that article?"
Harry and Ron hurriedly turned their heads to look at Ivan, and Colin, Ginny, and Neville nearby also looked at him expectantly.
"Don't look at me like that, I thought you'd already understood it when you saw this kind of propaganda!"
"Wait a minute, don't you mean..."
Harry's words turned into a groan, and Gilderoy Lockhart stepped onto the stage, radiant in a fuchsia robe.
"That's right, it's him!" Ivan covered his forehead weakly, "Also, Professor Lockhart seems to have brought a special guest tonight."
The lively atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly stagnated, the original chirping and discussion completely disappeared, and everyone saw that it was not someone else who appeared beside Lockhart.
It was the sullen Snape, still in his usual black clothes.