A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Old Vera was sitting in the most remote part of the library.

The scene during the day had a huge impact on him, thinking classroom! Magic Code! The thought of what he felt belonged to Felix Haipu's huge knowledge reserve, he felt a sense of despair in his heart.

From sitting during the day to night, he didn't eat anything. The administrator of the library passed in front of him several times, staring at him with suspicion each time.

In the evening, the students got up a little bit. Fortunately, his position was remote enough that no students would disturb his self-pity.

"Let's go inside!" A voice said at this time, "Professor Haipu put all the books used in the second project on the innermost shelf. There are two tables behind the shelf, which are very hidden..."

Old Vera raised her head and saw the three students approaching each other, quickly discussing in a low voice.

"Don't be frowning," Hermione persuaded the same voice as before, "You treat it as an extracurricular practice in the club."

"It's easy," Ron muttered. "Let's go find Malfoy? I can't afford to lose this person."

Harry also had a gloomy expression on his face.

When they saw Old Vera, Hermione gave Harry and Ron a look and sat down on a table in front of him.

"Then what are you going to do?" she asked in a low voice, applying concealed magic around them.

"Stun him when he is not paying attention, and tie him to the place where we usually practice magic." Ron suggested.

"No, we will use that classroom in the future." Harry wasn't very happy.

"Then change to Myrtle's bathroom," Ron immediately changed his mind. "There is another advantage there is that there are fewer people. Isn't it great?"

Hermione was surprised to find that Harry thought about it for a while, "He'll inform." Harry finally said regretfully.

Hermione took out the textbook from her schoolbag, and when she turned her head, Old Vera was gone.

"He's gone from there," Harry whispered, taking out his potions class homework. "Do you know the Ancient Magic Association?"

"I don't know." Ron said.

"I know." This was Hermione's answer.

Harry and Ron looked at her, and she explained: "It's equivalent to a semi-official organization, and some of the test papers for the Wizarding Rank Examination were issued by them." Hermione looked around and found no sign of Old Vera, but she still lowered it. The voice: "As you know, professors actually prefer practical magic texts, but the Ancient Magic Text Association is the opposite. They reject this very much."

"It sounds like an old antique." Ron said thoughtfully. "My aunt is such a person. She always follows a set of rules that have been passed down for centuries. She has always opposed our family having so many children. , Saying that it would be nice to stop at Percy."

Harry and Hermione looked surprised and funny.

"How can she say that?"

"Who knows," Ron shrugged. "Perhaps it was because Fred and George stuffed big dung eggs under her chair... Thank goodness, she rarely came after that."

Harry and Hermione laughed.

After a while, Hermione stood up, "I'll get some reference books, do you need them?"

"certainly!"

"Thank you so much."

Hermione hummed twice and came to the shelf where the ancient magic text books were placed. She unexpectedly saw the figure of Old Vera, he was still there, she thought in surprise. Hermione quickly picked the reference books. She was very familiar with these bookshelves, and one book was picked out.

"Hello, little girl." Old Vera said hello.

Hermione looked at him furiously, girl? She is almost sixteen, and few people call her that.

"Hello, Mr. Vera."

"Your name is Hermione Jane Granger? I have read your papers in the magazine... The "flame" magic text and the fire curse, and the "light" magic text and the glowing curse." Old Vera said.

"Oh." Hermione looked at him with a book in her arms.

"Yes, I heard that you are Mr. Haipu's assistant?" Old Vera saw Hermione nodding. "Can I get some information from you?"

Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Ahem! Don't get me wrong," Old Villa said awkwardly, "I have no intentions."

"That's not what you said in the newspaper." Hermione said sharply.

"Oh, uh," Old Vera wiped his sweat, the soft light of the magic lamp on the ceiling reflected on his half-bald forehead, "It was a different position at that time. I have learned about it in the past two days, and I feel that I used to think... There may be something wrong... it's just possible!"

Two minutes later.

When seeing Hermione leading Old Vera to the seat, Ron's eyes almost stared out, and he lip-shaped: Did you hear what you just said?

Hermione shook her head. "Mr. Vera wants to ask us some questions," she said. "It's about the professor." She added.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Don't want us to betray Professor Haipu!" Ron said loudly.

This time it was Old Vera's turn to stare, "Who do you think of me?" He exclaimed angrily, "I am the vice-chairman of the Ancient Magic Association, how can I do something disdainful?"

"Isn't it?"

Old Vera nodded blankly. He felt that Hogwarts had become completely unknown to him.

At this moment, Mrs. Pins suddenly appeared behind the bookshelf holding a feather duster, staring at them with eyes like hooks.

"Oh, bad!" Hermione said.

At the same time, Felix was receiving a guest from the Ministry of Magic in the ancient Mowen office.

"Please sit down," Felix said gently.

"No need," John Dalis said briefly. He looked very strong, and his strong muscle curves showed through the gray-green double-breasted coat he was wearing. According to the script, he said: "I have been ordered by Director Scrimgeour to bring some of the Auror and Batterer information. You can only read it within my line of sight. After reading it, I will destroy all the documents in front of you. You and I testify together."

"You haven't read these documents?" Felix looked at the suitcase he was holding in surprise.

"This is a confidential document." Dlex said naturally.

He stepped forward, put the suitcase in front of Felix, took the wand out of his pocket, and waited quietly. When the hand of the clock pointed to the eight o'clock position, Dlex touched the lock of the box with the tip of the wand, and there was a humming sound inside. Then, the lock bounced automatically and the box was opened.

Felix watched with interest an emerald green bird standing in the box~www.readwn.com~It was only a slap, but its voice was not small. A thick stack of documents was stepped on the bottom of the bird's feet, which should be the personnel information.

When the bird saw the sky again, it immediately jumped out, spread its wings and flew out of the window. Felix stretched out his hand, trapped it in his hand, and looked carefully.

"Better not." Dawlish said, holding a magic wand in his hand. "This is a warning bird, born for secrets. It will bring back the instruction of'all well' to the ministry. If you trap it for a while, it may I set myself on fire."

"Alchemy?" Felix said with interest. He let go, and the emerald green bird flew away smoothly.

For the rest of the time, Dalis was like a stone statue, standing opposite Felix, watching him read the documents without saying a word.

Felix saw many familiar names, such as Tonks, Abbott Barker, Kingsley, and even Dawlish himself. When he was a child, he read all the information.

An orange flame flew from Dlex's wand immediately, burning these documents to ashes. After doing all this, he was obviously relieved.