Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"To restore the body, three more medicines are needed - suitable bones, flesh, and the blood of a powerful wizard," Snape said. "The original formula was written for the bones of the father, the flesh of the servants, and the blood of the enemy. But Wormtail told me that he didn't think the above conditions were necessary, that he had average grades in potions when he was in school, and he put a lot of effort into resurrecting the Dark Lord..."

"It's disgusting, he used to be an Order of the Phoenix." Hermione said angrily. "Even Mundungus is better than him!"

"It was your savior-training father who brought him into the society, hey... his death was entirely self-inflicted, but he wanted to kill Lily - otherwise you thought Dumbledore would like Wormtail?" Snape said in his eyes. Li Mang flashed, but then went out. "He and I are the only two people in the world who have been both the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, it's a shame - well, let's not talk about the character of this mouse, at least he is in this resurrection magic You are the most experienced wizard in the world, can you get the materials you need?"

"But my father isn't dead!" Lockhart was stunned for a moment. "He is alive and well in America."

"It doesn't have to be your father's bones. I told you what Peter said, but you still don't understand! No matter who you use for this magic, you can revive you, but in theory your own bones are the best, second Brother or father and son, whatever fits," Snape said. "The Dark Lord chose his father's bones when he couldn't find his own body."

"Ah, where are my bones, Hermione?" Lockhart nodded, turning to look at Hermione's chin.

"Ah, we buried you next to the Shell Hut... I'll dig it out for you?" Hermione thought for a while and said, "Would you like it to be complete?"

"No, one is enough," said Snape. "Take the thickest one, and then the servant's meat—"

"I don't have a servant..." Lockhart said. "A house-elves are okay, but I've lost my original body now, and I can't summon the house-elves that belong to me."

"You're resurrecting yourself. You're not making a monster, it has to be human flesh!" Snape turned his head and gave him a contemptuous look, "Peter said, it doesn't have to be slave flesh. But this man has to be I obey you, I hope you can be resurrected successfully. I don’t know the reason for this, but I don’t mind using your resurrection to do an experiment, I’m afraid—”

Snape glanced at Hermione, who immediately responded: "Don't experiment. With my flesh, I must be the person in the world who hopes Gilderoy can recover the most!"

"Well," Snape continued, unsurprisingly, "meat must have vitality, and the age and health of the owner of the meat will determine your physical state after resurrection—"

"That is to say, if I use Hermione's meat, my new **** will be in the state of a young man in his twenties..." Lockhart asked: "Is that what you mean?"

"About the same, but if your soul is too old. The body will also age a little faster, until it is close to its original appearance."

"Great!" Hermione said happily, she was not an uncle like Pandora, and if possible, he still hoped that his husband could look similar to his age.

"As for the blood, Peter complained to me that the blood of the enemy wasn't actually needed, and the recipe says that - because the wizard who can kill the resurrected, the 'enemy', is usually very powerful. The point is that , with whose blood. The resurrected ** magic talent will be close to that person, but we will never get the blood of the Dark Lord." Snape said lightly: "Back then, the Dark Lord stubbornly insisted on Harry's blood. , but tossing little Barty hard - let's play around with you too..."

"Understood, which means that in fact, you only need to get the blood of a powerful wizard. It doesn't have to be my enemy - but for the meat, why can't I use the meat I have now?"

"The flesh on your body has no vitality now, and it is maintained entirely by magic!" Snape said, "So you must have the flesh of a living person. The only requirement for flesh is to live, and to give it voluntarily..."

"Okay. No need to explain, I trust you, so whose blood do you think I should use," Lockhart asked.

"The Dark Lord used Harry's blood to resurrect, but why is he so much better than Harry?" Hermione asked, "Can Gilderoy use Harry's blood too? I'll ask Harry for it!"

"Magic talent doesn't equal strength! Potter's talent is very good, but he didn't have enough time to grow, and he didn't try to force himself to become stronger, but the Dark Lord used a lot to tell you that it will scare your careful Dark Lord to strengthen himself. "Besides, Potter is the most talented wizard in the world, joke! I collected Dumbledore's blood, do you want to try it?" he asked Lockhart. "If the Dark Lord is not counted, Dumbledore was undoubtedly the most powerful wizard in his lifetime."

"You took blood from Headmaster Dumbledore's body?" Hermione asked, frowning. "It's so disrespectful to Headmaster's body!"

"Disrespect his corpse?" Snape's voice sounded irritated, "the night he died, you walked on your front feet, and the Dark Lord took my back feet and occupied Hogwarts. I risked losing it. Risk of hard trust, offered to the Dark Lord to dispose of the corpse by me! In order to convince him that I was doing research, I took Dumbledore's blood in front of him...you think if your dear What happens when the headmaster's body falls into the hands of the Death Eaters?"

"What will happen, not just burn it..." Hermione said with a pouted mouth.

"Hey—I thought you took an adventure with Gilderoy, and you can understand a little more...Little girl, you are too young." Snape shook his head, "His body will be turned into an Infernal Corpse. , how many pieces were cut into materials for casting spells or some kind of magical medicine, and made into a magical medicine that even I didn't bother to prepare... tsk tsk tsk, the body of the first white wizard, how much magic has been tempered , perfect material!"

"Stop talking!" Hermione couldn't listen anymore~www.readwn.com~ How did you place the headmaster's body? "

"Buried, lied that everything that could be used had been cut off."

"Where?" Hermione demanded.

"What, are you going to dig him up and bury him again?" Snape asked sarcastically. "With all due respect, you'd better go and dig out the bones of your reckless husband first."

"..." Hermione looked at Lockhart in her arms: "Am I going to dig your bones now?"

"Well, please, be careful."

"It's eleven o'clock, I hope you can be back before eight o'clock at night, otherwise Hogsmeade will start curfew..." Snape threw the potion into the pot and reminded her with his arms crossed . "You can put your husband in that hammock over there, or do you still want me to hold him with potions? Oh... God, who's hammock is this, and there are dolls on it... You guys are ready If all the armies raised to fight the Dark Lord are like this, I might consider handing Gildero over to the Dark Lord."

Snape shook his head, turned away, and continued stirring the potion in the pot.

"..." Hermione also saw the doll, and put Lockhart in the middle of the hammock a little speechlessly, and stuffed the doll into his arms. "I'm going, you can play with this doll when you're bored."

"..." Although the doll smelled good, Lockhart threw it aside. "Be careful on the road, there's nothing to worry about right now, safety is the first priority, and don't let Furong and the others find you, and - let Aberforth be optimistic about the store, don't come to see us."

"Yeah." Hermione nodded in agreement, walked to the portrait by the wall, stepped on a stool and climbed in.

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——(To be continued.)

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