Chapter 167 Draco, Are You Swollen?

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

When Lockhart heard this, he smiled brightly. While dragging his suitcase with great effort, he tried his best to maintain an elegant posture.

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 put on a relaxed look.

This is the second powerful adult wizard Anton has observed that is not good at levitating spells.

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

He felt that his hands were almost useless. In order to pack his various clothes, books and letters, both suitcases were filled to the brim.

Bit of a pity I didn't consider buying a suitcase with a non-marking stretch charm.

Although it is expensive, at some point it will definitely ensure that he is in perfect condition at any time, instead of sweating and sticky all over his body.

"Wow~" Anton looked at Lockhart and exclaimed, "Professor, did you use the Levitation Charm? I feel like you are carrying the suitcase so lightly that it seems weightless."

"You have a good eye!" Lockhart smiled brightly, "It's good to be good at spotting the good points in others."

"I just wanted to keep a low profile."

With both hands, he lifted and 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 are lifting heavy objects, we can also feel the joy of life personally."

"Oh~ Although you are still young, remember, this is a beneficial attempt, to savor life well."

Anton was amazed.

"Yes, you are amazing!"

"Really? Haha." Lockhart lifted the suitcase violently, as if a small universe erupted, raised his head, and walked up the stairs step by step with firm steps.

Anton smiled and looked at the back of the professor.

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

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

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

Shh~

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

With a bang, the ground beside Lockhart exploded, turning into a cloud of blue-purple mist, with lightning flashing from time to time.

Lockhart happened to be standing in the middle of the mist, and was shaken by the electric current, and began to dance inexplicably.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Ah, what's wrong with me?"

"Tarantella dances the magic spell!" Anton exclaimed, taking a step back in a panic, "Oh my god, which brat bought such a strange prank outside the school!"

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

Anton's faint voice came from the bottom of the stairs, "The dancing spell is taught in the first grade. Our final exam of the spell class last year was to cast the dancing spell on a pineapple. Professor, can't you lift it?"

The 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 some dangerous place, your opponent will be cold in an instant.

Therefore, the counter-spell against the dance-step curse is taught in the second school year, because the principle is not difficult, and there is less than one page in the textbook.

Anton never underestimated any spells, and he mastered all the spells in the course very well.

Last year, he won the first place with all honors, which brought a lot of honor to Slytherin. For this reason, Snape had been embarrassing in front of the other deans for a long time.

This prank prop is the result of the research on the dancing spell.

Anton asked someone to throw it.

In order to worry about being found and punished for throwing props, Anton chose Crabbe instead of the twins.

Anyway, this kid is so stupid, no one would think that he can do stupid things like deliberately attacking the professor.

Under the observation of the wizard's eyes, the dark green cracks twisted slightly, as if resisting the influence of the sudden attack of the spell.

Lockhart was visibly breaking away from the spell.

"Of course, hahaha." Lockhart danced, trying not to smile so forcedly.

"This is an interesting attempt. I haven't experienced the tarantella dance spell for a long time. It makes me feel back to my teenage years, full of energy and vitality."

"Son, you have a try 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 a fun experiment, the way life is meant to be, and it's a lot of fun."

flicker~

Go ahead and flick~

Anton wrinkled his face and leaned back, with a face of resistance.

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

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

"It's very spacious!" Lockhart finally escaped from the effect of the spell, looked at the exclusive office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Anton who was looking around curiously, and laughed, "Is this your first time in this office?"

Lockhart shrugged his shoulders strangely, "I heard that your previous defense professor was Quirrell, wrapped in a strange turban, and smelling like garlic, oh~~"

He put down the suitcase and rubbed his hands behind his back quietly, "But don't worry, you have welcomed the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in history."

Anton smiled and squinted at Lockhart, carefully observing the trembling pattern of the dark green cracks on his body when the dancing spell faded.

Nodded, "Yes, you are the best."

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

Next, Lockhart plans to pack up his salute, so it is inconvenient for the little wizard to stay. The professor obviously likes Anton very much, so he asks the little wizard to come to his office whenever he is free. Maybe he can reveal something that he has never mentioned to others. great adventure.

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

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

Not Draco, though, he's always had a girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy's appearance is average, but this proud and picky young master Malfoy never minds the other's appearance. The two had a very good relationship from the first grade to the graduation of the seventh grade. Anton sometimes saw Draco acting like a baby to Pansy.

(ps: For such a relationship, the family conditions are right. It can only be said that the only one who can break them up is the author.)

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

Anton leaned over with a strange expression on his face, staring at Draco's face, this kid has been a little weird since he started school this year. Anton has always known how to grasp the social scale, no matter how good the relationship is, it is impossible to sneak a peek at what someone wrote in the diary.

"Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Draco was obviously taken aback, looked up at Anton's approaching big face, and stared straight at himself.

"!!!"

He swallowed, his face pale, "No...it's nothing!"

Quickly closed the diary, hugged and ran out.

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

Gore silently drew circles on the bed, Crabbe pursed his lips and looked at the door of the dormitory, a little sad, "He doesn't play with us now."

Oh?

is it?

This is different from the original.

Anton turned and sat on the sofa chair, sorting out all the knowledge about Horcruxes and Basilisks in his mind, waiting patiently.

It wasn't until late at night that Draco returned to the dormitory quietly and lightly, and even secretly glanced at Anton's high-post bed in the dark.

"Oh~"

Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, a dark green crack faintly appeared on Draco's complete silver-gray human figure.

very shallow.

And revealed a dark and lonely taste.

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