A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After dinner, the parents talked with the children individually.

"They want us to keep ourselves, you know, stay in school-dealing with boring textbooks -" Ron described Mr. Weasley's mentality, "It seems that the war is over in a blink of an eye, and it's better if we don't react to."

Back to the bedroom on the third floor, they each exchanged information.

Harry was depressed. He said in a puzzled way: "Why don't they understand? Of course I won't sneak out of school, but the necessary preparations still need to be done, right? When Voldemort finds me next time ."

He touched the scar on his forehead. Although he was reluctant, he seemed to be connected to Voldemort in the dark-not only the scar, but also emotional... They hated each other and wished for the next second. Just disappear.

"It's looking for us-I don't think he will let me and Ron," Hermione said, sitting on the other bed. "That's the problem. Obviously, the adults want to exclude us from the war. , Stay away from Voldemort and Voldemort." She stammered.

"He always came to me on the initiative!" Harry couldn't help but exclaimed angrily.

Pop, pop, two harsh explosions echoed in the old room. Ron's two brothers, Fred and George, suddenly appeared on the bed Harry was sitting on, rolling with Harry. .

"Ouch--"

Harry sat up, clutching his forehead, his scar hurting badly, but he was pretty sure it wasn't because of Voldemort this time. "Why are you here?" he grinned.

"Come and see you, poor people wandering in misery--" George said in an aria voice.

Fred did the same thing as Harry—holding his forehead and moaning in pain, he unfortunately ran into Harry.

Fred muttered, "I'm betting George and guessing which lucky one will pounce on... I knew some precautions should be taken, Harry, help me see, there is nothing weird printed on my head. Imprint?"

"If you mean a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt, it really doesn't." Harry said without hesitation. "Apart from a bulging bump, I can see nothing."

"Thanks to Tonks again." Fred sighed.

"Why?" Ron asked, who had just recovered.

"She has a cheerful personality--"

"semi-consciously--"

"You can get along with anyone—"

"The point is, she has a special medicine in her hand, exclusively for the Auror." Fred and George said humorously.

Harry stared at them in a daze, and for a moment seemed to forget the serious topic before, but Fred and George became more serious.

"Don't blame Ginny, Harry," Fred said. "You are training too crazy. Even we are a bit shocking. In fact, we spend most of the day in Diagon Alley. Ginny watches every day. In her eyes, she is very worried about you."

"I didn't blame her." Harry said, shaking his head.

"That's good." Fred and George breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, and Fred handed Harry, Ron and Hermione a long, flesh-colored string from their pockets.

"This is?" Harry asked, fiddling with the rope in his hand.

"Wow, I wanted it a long time ago." Ron said and couldn't wait to take it over. "This thing is a telescopic ear, which can help you eavesdrop on other people's conversations. It is not very noticeable... I especially want to know S What the guy Nep is doing, mysterious, coming and going..."

Harry was very moved by it.

Hermione hesitated to pick it up. Ron began to demonstrate the effect. He put one end of the telescopic ear into his ear, and the other wriggled like a worm, twisting and twisting to get out from under the crack of the door.

"Well, I heard some noise... It's a corridor outside, there won't be any movement now, unless we hit a big luck..."

He screamed suddenly, and Harry heard distinctive cat howls from Ron's ears and outside the door.

Hermione jumped up and opened the door to let Crookshanks in, still holding the other end of the telescopic ear in her mouth—"Let go, Crookshanks, that's not for food." --and took George's hand at the same time. "I think it will be useful when appropriate." She said with a grin.

...

"I am worried that the experience a month ago will still affect them." Sirius frowned.

"It is true that you can't pretend that nothing happened," Felix said calmly. I don’t think they plan to go through the second time."

"I don't dare to ask what it's like to be hit by the Heart Drill. I can only pretend that nothing happened." Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth, tears gleaming in her eyes, "have nightmares for days...always Dreaming of Gideon and Fabian, their faces turned into Ron and Harry..."

Mr. Weasley hugged his wife and patted her shoulder comfortingly.

Sirius and Felix glanced at each other, tacitly not discussing the decoy plan on this occasion.

In a blink of an eye came the last day of July.

"happy Birthday."

When Harry opened the door, he saw Neville standing at the door holding a gift box and said.

"Thanks, Neville," Harry said with a yawn, and as he pulled Neville into the room, Ron was slouching a sleeve into his leg.

"Why did they arrange the award ceremony today?" Neville said regretfully.

"It's actually pretty good," Harry said. Seeing everyone busy for his birthday, he felt weird and didn't know how to react.

They put on their clothes and started to open gifts.

"A magic wand cover, great, Neville." Harry said happily.

"As long as you like it," Neville said, "I also like the gift you gave," and then said nervously, "Will it be to comfort me?"

"Of course not." Harry assured him.

Yesterday was Neville’s birthday. Neville was always worried that the dueling study group plan would be cancelled in the new semester, so Harry made an invitation card for the dueling study group based on the Hogwarts freshman admission letter. Hermione also did this. Very interested, she also cast magic on it——

When someone opens it, you will hear a very majestic voice speaking.

"You are the chosen one, are you ready for the challenge?"

Neville thought it was so cool.

Sirius gave a three-dimensional book about Quidditch. Every time a page is opened, a three-dimensional Quidditch stadium will be formed. A dozen imaginary little figures are flying in the air, re-enacting some classic game scenes.

"From this perspective, Lynch is not Krum's opponent at all." Ron stared at one of the scenes and said, that was the scene that took place in the Quidditch World Cup final last year. Krum used Langski twice. The fake action deceived the opponent.

The Lupin didn't arrive, and Harry guessed that he was now in a new werewolf community, but he still sent Totonks as a birthday present, which was a hand-made bone bracelet. Harry prayed in his heart that the bracelet must not be made of werewolf teeth on the spot.

Hermione’s gift was a spell-cast parchment with the names of various spells flashing on it—all Harry had mastered. Looking at the full-page list, I feel a sense of accomplishment spontaneously.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Bill poked his head through the crack in the door.

"Breakfast is ready, we must hurry up, the honor ceremony starts at ten o'clock, and it is best to go to the Ministry of Magic in advance..."

They followed Bill downstairs, and Harry saw two strangers at the dinner table, one was a witch with black hair and pink cheeks, the other was a small man, he was wearing a violet top hat— The same color as Tonks' hair today.

"Hestia Jones and Dedalo Dego," Mr. Weasley introduced at the dinner table.

The two looked at Harry curiously, and Dedalo Digo exaggeratedly performed a substandard hat-off, "Hello, I'm glad to meet again."

Harry looked at him confusedly, with no impression in his mind.

"When you weren't enrolled in the cauldron bar, you were with Hagrid," Dedalo further prompted, "I shook hands with you."

That's it, Harry thought. He remembered that there was indeed a wizard who was as excited as Quirrell.

"Hello, Harry," said the witch named Hestia, "we are your guard today."

"Guard?" Harry spit out the slice of bread in his mouth.

"Don't worry, this is a normal process." The witch said with a smile.

Hermione on the side was talking to Tonks, "No, I don't plan to let them know, wait for a chance in the future."

Breakfast was smoked meat, baked potatoes, bread slices and vegetable soup. After breakfast, everyone went out from the main entrance of Grimmauld Place 12 in batches. "You can't use the fireplace. That's too conspicuous." Felix said. You stand with me, Harry."

Harry felt the atmosphere weird more and more.

"professor?"

"Wait until the ceremony is over." Felix shook his head.

When a group of people entered the Ministry of Magic through the red phone booth, many staff members silently saluted them. But soon a team of Aurors came towards them, guarding them in the middle, and all the way to a huge conference room.

Harry felt like a prisoner in tight custody, moving from one place to another. Judging from the uncomfortable expressions of Ron and Hermione, they seemed to feel the same way.

The room was dark, full of people, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, which reminded Harry of the scenes he saw in the penis, and there were almost so many people when Little Crouch was on trial. His heart pounded.

He heard Ron and Hermione breathing in.

"We're going to sit in the front," Felix said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder, leading them to the row of seats on the podium.

Dense flashes lit up in the corner. Harry squinted and saw the weirdly dressed Rita Skeeter from under the stage. She bit a conspicuous quill pen in her mouth and stared at them intently. Look.

"Snap shot! This is going to make headlines." She said.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room, and Harry felt like a monkey in a zoo, surrounded by an inexplicable crowd.

"They are members of Wiesengamao." Felix whispered from the side.

"Okay, let's start." Ms. Bones said loudly, "Guests, we will experience a special award ceremony today. In this situation, unity and faith are more important than ever..."

Ms. Bones also became verbose after becoming minister... This was Felix's idea. He stared at the eloquent Ms. Bones, and he had to admit that this approach was necessary, at least to stabilize people's hearts.

"...Established confidence and courage...we already have an example...showed a tenacious will...without fear and fear...the seeds of victory..."

The flashlights below the stage seemed to be connected into a film, making people dizzy. It was not until noon that the whole ceremony came to an end.

"I got the Merlin Medal?" Ron said incredulously, looking at the medal in his hand repeatedly.

Felix also looked at his own gold medal. It was almost the same as last time. The purple ribbon was changed to green, indicating that the medal in his hand was first-class.

Then Ms. Bones took them to the Minister of Magic's office and closed the curtains.

Dumbledore also came in, and Harry couldn’t wait to ask, but Burns stopped him, “I’ll wait until everyone is here.” They waited anxiously. One minute seemed to be stretched ten times, Harry even Suspecting that they were in the professor's thinking cabin, finally Kingsley and Sirius walked in cautiously through the side door of the office.

Sirius made a smooth gesture, "No one noticed."

At this time, Ms. Bones spoke, telling the whole plan of action——

"Bait?" the three shouted in unison.

"Yes, the Death Eaters have been quiet. I think it is necessary to test it once. This award ceremony is a good opportunity for them. Usually they can't catch anyone at all. It will be even more difficult for you to start school. "Ms. Bones said.

"What do we need to do?" Harry asked.

Sirius stepped aside, and I didn't know when there were three bubbles of compound decoction on the table.

"It's very simple. Let's go out and stroll around with your face."

"What about us?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione also stared at the adults intently.

"Stay here until the matter is over." Sirius said blankly.

It took a while to convince Harry, but luckily it succeeded. Kingsley, Sirius, and Burns took a compound decoction mixed with three people’s hair and hid in the cubicle. After a while, depressiveness came out of it. Painful groans, and when everything subsided, they staggered out of the compartment.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at the opposite "self" moving their hands and feet, and they were surprised to adapt to the new body. The weirdness in their hearts was simply indescribable-than they disguised as Crabbe and Gore in the second grade. It was a hundred times weird every time.

"Harry" kept taking off his glasses and putting his eyes on again, muttering, "It's strange."

"Stop playing, Sirius."'Hermione' said. She turned to the real Harry, Ron, and Hermione and said, "Your family has also been replaced. They are all Auror and Order of the Phoenix members posing as members. of."

Sirius disguised as Harry said, "A group of us fakes pretended to go to the Burrow for their birthday. Mr. Weasley wanted to try Muggle transportation, so he rented two cars..."

The freckled ‘Ron’ was silent. He was pretending to be Kingsley.

"Then President Dumbledore and Professor Haipu..." Harry blinked and asked slowly.

"Ah, I'll show up in Diagon Alley, pretending to use the public fireplace to go back to school...actually come back quietly and hide." Dumbledore said with interest, "I haven't experienced anything like this in a long time. "

The real Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at Felix again.

Felix shrugged, "I'll stay here, not going anywhere. Someone has to look at you." He pointed to the burning fireplace, "If there is a fight, I will leave through the fireplace as soon as possible and go to the battlefield. ."

"Well, we have been delayed for a while, and the Death Eaters may be suspicious if we stay."'Hermione' said majesticly. "Let's go. The most dangerous part of this plan is that we must rely on ourselves to block the first wave of attacks by mysterious people. Fortunately, we prepared in advance."

The real Hermione couldn't help being in a daze looking at the other'self' giving orders. Soon, they each left the room, and Harry heard Dumbledore standing at the door of the office and saying softly: "Ms. Burns, then I will go back to school first. There are a lot of things waiting to be dealt with."

He paused for a few seconds~www.readwn.com~ slightly nodded, pretending to be someone inside, and closed the door from the outside.

"Sit down for a while," Felix said to the three of them, sitting on the sofa by himself, fiddling with a coin at his fingertips.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione look at me, I look at you, and hesitate to sit across from Felix.

"Professor," Hermione asked softly, "Can the plan succeed?"

"That depends on how you define it. It's like playing chess. We lay down a piece and wait for the opposite reaction." Felix said, "But it is indeed an opportunity. With such a big fanfare on our side, the Death Eaters will definitely get it. News, and you--" He glanced at Harry, "Or you--" His gaze swept across Ron and Hermione again, "Looking at Voldemort, the return ceremony was messed up, he must be very Happy to get rid of you."

"On the contrary, if the Death Eaters never show up, it's in trouble."

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked.

"This means that Voldemort has his own secret plan, and none of us knows, including the Death Eaters." Felix said softly.