A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Felix came out of the principal's office, he was still thinking about Dumbledore's last advice to him: Never try to play with people.

He shook his head and was going to see Hagrid's big dog. He should be five or six feet tall, right?

the other side.

In the Gryffindor common room, many people were still discussing what had just happened. Right in front of them, Professor McGonagall took an old woman who looked terrible and dragged Neville Longbottom away. Up.

Judging from the helpless expression on his Madoka's face, it seemed that he was about to head to the execution ground.

"That's Neville's grandmother, I saw it during the holidays." Harry introduced, "She is very strict with Neville."

Hermione said softly, "Professor Haipu should have convinced her, so she came and took Neville to buy a new wand."

The three of them knew about Professor Haipu’s suggestion that Neville change his wand, and they also accompanied Neville to send the professor's letter together.

Ron pointedly pointed out: "He should have changed it a long time ago. You don't know how great the effect is after I changed the new wand! But speaking of it, Neville's grandmother looks very strong, why didn't he see his parents here? ?"

Harry said: "Maybe it was killed by the Death Eaters. At that time, Neville's grandmother mentioned that Neville's parents were tortured by the Death Eaters and never leaked information."

"Death Eaters..." Ron said disgustedly. "It's a wicked group of people."

"Yes," Harry said startledly, "just like that Sirius Black."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and Harry had behaved very wrongly since Thursday night.

Ron said, "Harry, my letter has been sent out, but my dad hasn't responded yet."

"Well, thanks," Harry replied weakly.

Hermione checked the time and said, "Sorry, I'll go out." She left in a hurry and came back again about seven or eight minutes later, yawning and looking around, passing by their seats twice.

Ron said dissatisfied: "Hermione, I thought you were changed by Neville, and the memory suddenly became much worse."

"What? Oh, I was just thinking about things. We talked about the intelligence on Thursday night, Harry, let's sort it out again. Honestly, I don't know what's so depressing about you."

Harry said frustratedly: "I used to wonder why Snape hates me so much... More than ten days ago I thought it was because he and my father were mortal enemies when they were in school, and in a blink of an eye I realized that my mother was still involved. ."

Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, Ron said, "You got the tip of the horn, Harry. It's easy to understand when you think about it. Snape and your mother are neighbors and have a certain friendship. He might even have a crush. Your mother. But the two got farther and farther after they were separated. As for your father and Snape, it's another matter."

He concluded: "Actually, they were two people Snape knew. One was a neighbor and the other was a rival, but they happened to be your parents."

Harry said, "I always feel weird. I didn't expect that I would still have a relationship with Snape."

"It's just the friendship and hatred of the previous generation. I want to open it up, Harry." Ron said, "If I want to, I can climb relatives with any Death Eater. I mean those pure blood... God struggles with this, I'm afraid I will die." He made a vomiting expression.

"But, according to you, if Snape likes my mother," Harry couldn't help shivering, as if he was covered with slimy Flobber caterpillars. "Why didn't the two be together afterwards? ?"

Ron said puzzledly, "Is there any connection? Are you looking forward to Snape being—"

Harry covered his mouth furiously, and Ron laughed and said, "Are you still bored? It makes you think about it."

Harry said angrily: "If you say something like this again, I will put Uncle Fernon's stinky socks in your mouth while you sleep at night." Then, he whispered for a long time, thinking about how to explain the awkwardness in his heart , And finally gave up completely, "I just don't have any energy!"

Hermione thought on the side: "Harry, I think your worry is purely redundant. It's impossible for the two of them to get together."

"Why?" Harry asked urgently. He had been troubled by this weird feeling these days, even surpassing his hatred of Sirius Black. He couldn't wait to find more evidence.

"Because of the war," said Hermione, "don't forget the background at the time. It was the time when mysterious people were most rampant, and Slytherin College was equivalent to a boot camp for Death Eaters."

"So?" Ron asked interestedly, and he took out a packet of marshmallows and handed it to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione gave him a blank look. "Did you not think about the faction? You really thought it was a playhouse? According to the concept of the mysterious man, Harry's mother was of Muggle origin and the lowest existence, naturally standing in the mysterious man. The opposite of. And Snape... is he pure blood or mixed blood?" She looked at Ron and asked uncertainly.

Ron recalled carefully, "I don't remember Snape as a family. Maybe he inherited his father's surname?"

"Then it should be mixed," Hermione said, "but anyway, he is on the side of the mysterious man—"

Harry said rationally: "He didn't. If he were a Death Eater, it would be impossible to escape Dumbledore's sight."

"Okay," Hermione revised her words: "According to Professor Lupin, Snape at least partly agrees with the concept of mysterious people, doesn't it? Think about it, Harry, how can they be together? Their circle It is completely two opposing camps!"

Harry suddenly understood, and the problem that bothered him was solved. They soon began to lively discuss how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.

"The only thing that can fight the dementor at the moment is the Patronus Charm, but he can't hold a wand," Hermione said.

Ron guessed, "Maybe it's some kind of advanced black magic, taught to him by a mysterious man?"

Hermione thought of the stack of black magic books in Professor Haipu's thinking cabin, and decided to ask Professor Haipu privately if she knew it. "By the way, Harry, have you always kept that sight glass with you?"

"Yes," Harry took out a walnut-sized golden sight glass from his pocket, "it looks like it's broken, it has never changed."

Ron hurriedly said: "Don't, it's really going to change, then we will be miserable."

Several people were writing homework in the lounge, and Wood came to Harry once and told him about the latest Quidditch training plan. Wood mysteriously pulled Harry aside, and said something happily~www.novelmt.com~ When Harry came back, Ron couldn't help asking, "He looks very happy?"

"Yes," Harry carefully clamped the parchment filled with the training plan in the book. "According to him, the Slytherin troll captain is likely to be detained by the professor, and he is ready to pay attention to it at any time. a little."

After almost an hour, Neville returned, with no obvious expression on his face.

"Neville, here!" Harry waved at him. "How about the new wand?"

Neville murmured, "It's okay." He took out two wands, both new and old, from his pocket, but other than that, they looked very similar.

Hermione carefully distinguished, "Cherry wood, needless to say, the core is unicorn hair, as for the size..." She measured it, "Thirteen inches. Right?"

Neville looked at her in surprise.

Hermione said happily, "I spent a lot of time studying magic wands last school year."