❝You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?❞
❝You should know the answer to that by now, Harry.❞
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Life has always been a bit disorganized for Novana Lupin. With her father's monthly transformations, the girl often found herself in the comp...
❝We can add that to the list of questions we'll ask him when we've taken the Polyjuice Potion. I hope it tastes better than this stuff. . .❞ ❝If it's got bits of Slytherins in it? You've got to be joking.❞
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SINCE THE DISASTROUS EPISODE WITH THE PIXIES, Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class.
Instead, he read passages from his books to them and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. He usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions; so far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.
Nova watched nervously as Harry was hauled to the front of the class during their next Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting as a werewolf. She knew he continued doing this to keep Lockhart in a good mood so he could write them their pass for the Restricted Section.
"Nice loud howl, Harry — exactly — and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced — like this — slammed him to the floor. Thus with one hand, I managed to hold him down; with my other, I put my wand to his throat. I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm — he let out a piteous moan — go on, Harry — higher than that — good —The fur vanished, the fangs shrank, and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective. Another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks."
Nova released a sigh of relief when the bell rang, and Lockhart got to his feet.
"Homework — compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"
The class began to leave, and as much as Nova wanted to join them, they had something to do first.
Once Harry joined her, Ron, and Hermione at the back of the room, she patted his back, "You did well, soldier."
Harry shot her a quick grin before turning to Hermione, muttering, "Ready?"
"Wait until everyone's gone," She said nervously as the quartet watched the last of the class trickle out of the room. "All right. . ."
She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hands with Nova, Harry, and Ron right behind her.
"Er — Professor Lockhart?" Hermione stammered. "I wanted to — to get this book out of the Library. Just for background reading." She held out the piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly. "But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the Library, so I need a teacher to sign for it. I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms —"
