A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry was still full of doubts. But two weeks of boring life made him eager to return to the magical world, especially since Hermione gave him a very tempting reason—to cast spells without hesitation—he couldn't ask for more.

"I'll pack my luggage right away!" Harry hurriedly dropped a sentence.

The Dursleys were looking outside from the window, appearing cautious and sensitive, with exactly the same suspiciousness in their eyes.

"Who is she?" Uncle Fernon asked first when Harry walked into the hall. He looked carefully at Hermione, who was standing alone near the flower bed, even with his critical eyes, he couldn't see the flaws, "She too-also went to school with you?"

"Yeah, that's right." Harry passed them straight and turned upstairs.

"Speak clearly! What is she doing—you gave our address to someone else?" Uncle Fernon chased after him fiercely, and finally hurried in front of Harry to block the stairs, lighted Harry’s chest, and splashed with stars. : "I don't know if it was the illusion we gave you, but-this family-I will never allow-to become-a freak concentration camp!"

"She has a name!" Harry said angrily. "She's Hermione, and she didn't come to borrow it."

He bowed his head and slipped through the huge gap under Uncle Fernon's arm. "She's here to inform me to leave here, and I'm leaving soon." Ha said in a tone of joy that could not be suppressed.

"Boy, don't talk to me in that tone—we adopted you! You have to learn to be grateful—"

Uncle Fernon's rough voice was shut out by the bedroom door. Harry didn't care at all, he was going to another place soon, and there was a voice in his heart humming with joy.

He looked around and suddenly found that his room was in a mess-there were a few parchment papers, an ink bottle, and a few feather pens on the floor. That was his unfinished astronomy homework; there was a small pile on the crumbling bedside table. Pile of sweets, the snack packaging bag brought back from the train was torn in half, and half of the head of the chocolate frog was bitten off; there is also the book he has left in random for the past two weeks, Hedwig’s owl cage...

Fortunately, Hermione did not follow in. Harry couldn't help thinking.

He sat down on the bed, bent over and pulled out the box from the bottom of the bed. A few Muggle clothes and wizard robes were piled up in a mess. The socks that Dobby gave him did not know when they turned on top, and they looked particularly conspicuous. In the next few minutes, Harry stuffed the scattered books into his suitcase all over the room. He thought happily about where he was going next, while remembering where he put things.

Locked in the cabinet are some snacks, comic books and unusable textbooks. The former is a full set of comics "Little Wizard Micky Adventures", and the latter is a series of books by Guidro Lockhart-Harry has always wanted to find Opportunity to throw away. Lockhart's true face is actually a liar. He became famous by putting other people's stories on him. He was also a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in Harry's second grade, but Lockhart's bad behavior was discovered in the past half of the school year. He was imprisoned in Azkaban prison by the Ministry of Magic.

Harry grinned, and he and Ron and Hermione also contributed their strength.

He opened the closet, rolled the dirty clothes into a ball, stuffed it into the gap of the box, then took the purple booklet next to the pillow and placed it on top of the clothes. For a moment, Harry stared at the booklet and was stunned. He stared at the writing on the cover--

"Wartime Survival Handbook-Authorized by the Ministry of Magic: Protect Your Home and Family from Dark Magic".

Harry held his breath, turned the first page carefully, and read the fourth item repeatedly-agreeing with family and friends on a security code, in order to see through the Death Eaters using the compound decoction to impersonate others (see page 2).

His breathing suddenly rose, and his mouth became dry.

Harry slowed down and tiptoed to the window, as if doing something bad, took a quick look outside—Hermione was gone.

Harry's brain went blank.

How is this going? Could it be that Hermione is fake? He swallowed and forced himself to calm down.

Hermione suddenly came to the door and wanted to take him to a place. This was really nothing. She gave her the address... but someone should have notified him. Could it be that Sirius was so busy that he forgot about it? But Professor Haipu shouldn't forget.

Harry felt that he was worrying too much. If Hermione was posing as a Death Eater, she should have cursed herself the first time she saw herself, instead of letting him go upstairs to pack...but he couldn't help it. Doubt, what if the Death Eaters wanted him to leave willingly?

Pretending to be an accident increased the difficulty for the follow-up investigators, and the suspicion would only fall on the real Hermione.

Negotiate a security code with friends and family... He didn't even ask Hermione where he was going, he was overwhelmed by the sudden joy...

Compound decoction... He has seen it before, but how can I tell it? He has no impression at all.

Harry glanced out of the window again, and Hermione had returned, and—she had clearly spotted Harry on the second floor and smiled at him.

Where did she go? Who are you talking to?

Harry's heart was beating wildly.

Crookshanks, this is strong evidence... Death Eaters can't give animals a compound decoction. Hermione has been taught a lesson before, but Harry is not sure if it is a polymorphism. He hadn't noticed it before.

Harry hurriedly carried the box and cage downstairs. The cage kept hitting the handrails of the stairs. Hedwig let out a cry of dissatisfaction, yes... When Harry was standing downstairs, it suddenly occurred to him that he could ask someone to ask if there was any This matter.

But it seems too late. If Hermione really pretended to be a Death Eater, she wouldn't give him too much time, even if it was a little delayed, the Death Eaters and her companions might rush in in the next second.

Harry was stunned, his head numb.

"Boy, what are you waiting for! No one wants to keep you!" Uncle Fernon roared in the living room, his voice overshadowing the voice of the TV show-"Goal! 1:0 lead."

Harry turned his head stiffly and looked at Uncle Fernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley, each of them doing their own things, as usual. Harry's heart was strangely turbulent, and he could apparate in advance when he was in danger, but this meant that the Dursleys would face unknown risks.

For example, endure the anger of a Death Eater who has emptied himself.

But who made them treat themselves bad, Harry thought, his gaze slowly glided past the people in the living room, as if reexamining them, judging from another angle...

"There is no ice cream." Dudley's fat arm slapped the table.

"It's in the fridge, baby." Aunt Petunia said, stacking the plates.

"I want to eat chocolate flavor! Clever! Grams! Force!" Dudley yelled.

"Okay, Dada," said Aunt Petunia dotingly. She put down the half-cleaned dining table and wiped her hands. "Mom will buy it for you. Go back soon. You can have another piece of fried during this time. Meat—" She walked towards the door.

Harry stared at her, her hand on the doorknob, his heart lifted.

"Don't go out." He said hoarsely.

Aunt Petunia turned her head in surprise, her eyebrows twisted weirdly, her thin lips were drawn into a line, and the doting in her eyes quickly faded.

"You haven't left yet," she said, turning back and putting a hand on the doorknob, twisting it hard.

"Don't go out!" Harry said, seeming to have regained his mobility, stepped forward and pulled Aunt Petunia away from the door, then drew out his wand.

The Dursleys screamed and jumped up. "Put away--that thing--!" Aunt Petunia said loudly.

"How dare you!" This is Uncle Feinong.

Harry ignored them either. He carefully hid the wand in his sleeve and looked outside through the window. The Dursleys were frightened by his attitude and froze in place. Harry opened the door, and the noise from here was clearly spreading outside, because Hermione was peering into the courtyard.

Harry walked out slowly.

"What's wrong, haven't you finished packing yet?" Hermione asked.

"I, uh..." Harry said snarly, "I suddenly thought of a question, where are we going? Are we coming back?" He shrugged pretendingly, lightly, "You know, I have too much stuff, clean up It's very slow."

"Oh," Hermione didn't doubt. "I don't know. The professor asked me to come over at seven. He said that if I come early, I can go to Sirius' rental house and wait with you."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. She at least knew that Sirius had a rental house nearby.

He couldn't help but complained, "It's only five o'clock in the afternoon. You came too early."

Hermione snorted, "I have to give you time to clean up, and I haven't been here before. Mom and Dad were worried that they couldn't find the way, but it went well—"

"Mom and dad?" Harry yelled.

"Yes." Hermione looked towards the corner, and Harry followed her gaze and saw a car parked on the road. He recognized two familiar outlines, and if his memory is okay, it should be Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger.

"You told me how unfriendly the Dursleys are," Hermione pursed her lips. "I think-if there are too many people blocking the door, it might cause you trouble."

"Thinking well." Harry stammered, all doubts resolved. But now he doesn’t know how to go back and explain to the Dursleys. He suddenly turned his head back nervously. Through the large window of the living room, he could vaguely see two round creatures shrunk into a cluster, which were similarly close together. Aunt Petunia was so small and pitiful, like Dudley had given a piece of clothing to him.

Harry froze for a moment, his open mouth closed, and he waved his hand with a downcast look.

"I'm going to get the luggage," he said in a gloomy tone.

Harry returned to the living room. The boxes and bird cages were left untouched on the floor. The Dursleys squeezed in a corner of the living room, as he had seen from the outside. Harry silently lifted the cage, held the handle of the box with his other hand, praying to himself...just pretending that nothing happened.

"Boy! Explain, what are you doing!" Uncle Fernon yelled, glaring at Harry while trying to block Aunt Petunia and Dudley. But his plan obviously fell through. Anyone could pass him and see Dudley who was as fat as a baby whale behind him.

It was Aunt Petunia, who blushed and seemed to be squeezed out of breath.

"I, I misunderstood," Harry said dryly. "The magic world has not been peaceful recently. I have to be careful, that person is back."

"Who are you talking about?" Uncle Fernon asked.

"Voldemort," Ha said in a shriveled voice. Let him go...Don't ask questions...you don't know...

"V-what?" Uncle Fernon shook his head, trying to put on a thoughtful expression.

"Back?" At this moment, Aunt Petunia asked softly from behind, "That... the murderer... Is he back?"

Uncle Fernon looked at his wife, and then at Harry, his face gradually showed a comprehensive expression, "I've heard of this name, he's that—"

The man who killed Harry's parents.

But no one answered him.

Harry glared at Aunt Petunia. At first he felt strange, and there was also a fascinating illusion—Voldemort, who called the wind and rain in the magical world, scared the wizards to dare not call him by his name, turned out to be the Muggle he most looked down on. Especially a housewife, simply called a murderer, but from Aunt Petunia’s pale eyes widened from fear, Harry vaguely realized that in this room, he was not the only one. Know what Voldemort's comeback means.

Aunt Petunia looked at him with a strange look, she had never given him a similar look before. This made Harry very uncomfortable. The air in the room seemed to make him breathless. He picked up the cage and suitcase containing Hedwig and quickly walked out of Privet Drive No. 4.

"Let's go." Harry said to Hermione out of breath.

"What's the matter with you?" Hermione asked when he took Harry's cage. Hedwig in the cage had just been treated rudely. The bright, majestic amber eyes that had been dizzy in the cage became lost. It cried angrily.

"Nothing." Harry said.

"You look like you just had a fight with someone."

"I'll talk about it on the road," Harry said.

Mr. Granger got out of the car and helped Harry put his luggage in the trunk. "Thank you—I’ll carry the cage." Harry said hurriedly, sitting in the back seat with Hermione, almost pressing enough. Rookshan, Crookshanks jumped onto Hermione's lap and screamed at him.

Harry didn't notice that the Grangers were equally silent, as full of thoughts as him.

"Where to go next?" Mr. Granger asked hoarsely.

"Turn around the intersection and just walk a little further, very close," Harry said, and then he heard a low sob.

Harry looked up and saw Mrs. Granger in the front row wiping the corners of her eyes from the rearview mirror. The atmosphere in the car seemed to be more depressing than No. 4 Privet Road. He couldn't figure out what happened for a while, so he could only look at Hermione, Hermione shook her head slightly, and her eyes were red.

The car was parked in front of a small red house.

Harry took Hedwig's cage and got out of the car ~www.readwn.com~ took her and Hermione's luggage out of the trunk and walked towards the door. But without footsteps behind him, he turned his head and saw the Grangers hugging their daughter tightly.

Harry suddenly understood the weird atmosphere in the car before—Hermione's parents had known the news of Voldemort's resurrection for a long time, and they even witnessed the event in person. I spent two boring weeks on Privet Road, but at the same time, the Grangers and his wife had to bear a huge psychological burden, and they were terrified for their daughter.

Finally, Hermione separated from her parents. She watched them get in the car, the car started, and then disappeared to the corner of the street.

Hermione stared motionlessly at the place where the car disappeared. After a long time, she wiped her eyes and dragged the suitcase towards Harry.

"This is the house Sirius rented?" Hermione asked dullly.

"Yes—Hermione, you can stay at home for two months," Harry said courageously. "You are different from me—"

"Don't be kidding, Harry! After knowing that the war is coming, do you still do nothing?" Hermione interrupted him and said fiercely, "I don't want to die in the war."