A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

"So," Ron said hopefully, "you just found something from the library and used it to fool them?"

Fred sternly said: "I let you down, we are still very credible. But we have limited knowledge of the Black Lake. If we go too deep, we will be driven out by the mermaid with a fork, and their tamed pets are not friendly enough. "

"It's Grindillo," George explained, looking at Harry with a puzzled look.

"Red hat, Kabbah, ghost face grass... We don't dare to go too deep, worrying that we will be hanged up and beaten by a mermaid. But sooner or later we will draw a map of the Black Lake. This is one of our plans and we will complete it before graduation." Fred said.

George looked at him weirdly, "When did we have this plan?"

"Just when I was talking. Do you want to join?" Fred asked.

"Sounds not bad," George said with a smile. He looked at the dumbfounded three people. "Harry, your father and those people have done everything. It doesn't make much sense to repeat it. It's better to find another way. We are in sixth grade anyway. I must leave something."

The twins left. Before leaving, George reminded them: "By the way, Harry, if you go to the school hospital at this time, there will be surprises waiting for you."

The three of them stared at their backs, lost in thought.

"We should have a map, or a broken one," Ron said suddenly. "It will definitely save a lot of things."

"We can do it ourselves." Harry said without hesitation, it's still early in February.

Hermione calculated with her fingers, "Except for us, including Cedric's group, plus Vagado, half of the team already knows the information about the second project, and the other three schools are not easy to say."

"Perhaps even including Durmstrang." Ron said grotesquely.

Hermione's eyebrows rose.

"Sorry, I didn't make it clear what I meant. Karkaroff will definitely try to cheat." Ron remedied, "I have confidence in him."

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"We'd better go to the school hospital and see the surprise that Fred mentioned..." he suggested. When they came to the school hospital and turned the corner, they vaguely heard more than one familiar voice.

"Professor Haipu?"

"Sirius?" Harry said in surprise.

They quickened their pace and saw that the door of the intensive care unit was open. Sirius was standing opposite the door, leaning on a table, playing with the wand in his hand, his eyes staring fiercely in one direction.

Then, from inside, Moody's rough voice came, "If you want to fight, you'd better go outside! I don't have a magic wand in my hand, and I am missing an eye..."

"Your eyes are soaking in the potion, Professor Moody, who makes you complain that it doesn't work as soon as you wake up." Felix said softly.

"I'm telling the truth! And my wooden legs, which are almost half an inch shorter, must have been caused by the scumbag!" Moody said irritably, and it was related to the treatment he had just received by Felix.

Felix sighed. The check-up just didn't go well because the patient always resisted subconsciously. So he couldn't help but try the skills he learned from the Dementors, which caused Moody to look quite depressed after the treatment, and his way of behaving ‘frustrated’ was indiscriminately.

Felix raised his head and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione standing at the door, and waved at them.

They walked into the room and were surprised to find that it was very lively inside. Opposite Sirius, Snape wore a black robe and stood on the side like a black blood-sucking plant, confronting Sirius indifferently, their eyes full of contempt.

Snape's hand was hidden in his sleeve, and Harry guessed from his posture that he should be holding his wand.

This also solved a puzzle: Harry didn’t think Sirius would clashed with Professor Haipu. If he remembers correctly, Sirius once revealed that he was easily caught by the professor in the third grade Hagrid’s hut. His secret, he seemed rather reluctant at the time.

In addition to these people, there were two other people in the house, one was Madam Pomfrey, and the other turned out to be Neville.

Neville was squeezing himself into the chair as much as possible, which was not easy, because he was at least half a foot taller than last year, and he was in a fight with Ron. When Harry walked over, he cried and said grievedly in a voice that was close to whispering: "I just wanted to come and send a bunch of flowers, just like yesterday... As a result, Professor Moody woke up, and then Madam Pomfrey called Haip. Professor, after a while, Mr. Black suddenly appeared and said that there was an important thing to talk about. Halfway through, Professor Snape came over."

Very good, Harry thought, Neville accurately restored the order of the people in the house, and he could imagine the general process of the matter.

He looked around. Professor Haipu was wearing a rare white coat. Is this imitating a Muggle doctor? Madam Pomfrey was standing not far from him, holding a stand in her hand, recording quickly. Harry continued to look over, and then his gaze seemed to be stung, and Moody's magic eyes were immersed in the blue liquid passing over the conspicuous tumbler beside the bed, turning around like a convulsion from time to time.

Ron made a disgusting voice.

"Harry." Sirius walked over and gave him a firm hug. Whispered: "I got news from Hagrid. Moody is injured now, so come and try."

"Where is the problem?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Sirius curled his lips in Snape’s direction disdainfully. Snape said slowly as if he hadn’t seen it, “I have the principal’s authorization. If Mr. Alastor Moody wants to complete this year’s Teaching work, so... Out of caring for my colleagues, I will temporarily take over a few classes while he is recuperating."

Sirius immediately looked at Moody and said with a smile: "Alastor, I suggest you better hide for a while..."

He suddenly realized that he had touched the taboo of Mad-Eye Moody and was about to usher in a volcanic eruption. He quickly stopped, but it was too late.

Harry swears that he has never seen Moody’s face twisted so much. Every incision on his face is miraculously enlarged and shakes disgustingly. Moody yelled: "Ha! You think I dare not see. Man? After being fiddled with like a puppet by Voldemort and a Death Eater for months? What do you think I would do? Hide like a coward~www.readwn.com~Cry and cry? I tell you, dream!"

Sirius' face suddenly became pale as paper.

Moody’s only eye was staring round, staring at Sirius, Harry even felt that Moody’s eye was even more terrifying than the fake eye in a bottle, even his empty eye sockets Compared with the anger that burst out, it was nothing.

He pointed to the empty bed next to him, "Do you know what Batty did the first thing after waking up? Go to the Ministry of Magic and surrender! He wants to tell everything and make atonement for his mistakes!"

He pointed to his mutilated nose again, spitting and roaring, "I promised Dumbledore and I will do what I said. Not only that, guess what?" He looked at the desperate Sirius. , "I also want to tell everyone what happened to me, but the students are not enough..."

He grumbled and said, "I want to tell everyone that Voldemort is still alive, at least not completely dead."

Dumbledore's heavy voice came from outside the door, "Alastor..."