A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the last few days of the holiday, Harry and the others did not train much and began to look forward to the arrival of the new semester. Neville reluctantly said goodbye to them and returned to his grandmother. They arranged to meet at King's Cross Station.

"Why do you think you are weird lately?" Ron looked at Harry with a puzzled look, while ruthlessly taking Harry's white queen chess piece.

"Is there?" Harry gave a sharp shot and asked sensitively.

Ron's eyes widened, "Of course. Let me think about it, you often lose your mind without warning, including the days when you return to the Burrow, you can't even be interested in playing Quidditch with Cedric! Take the initiative to give the opportunity to Ginny. Speaking of which, Ginny is not quite right..."

He looked suspicious, and Harry was embarrassed when he saw Harry: "I said, do you have any secrets?"

Hermione sighed after the book. Did Ron finally know what he said. Hermione was surprised by what he said. Ron asked with certainty, "Harry, are you planning to go to Godric Valley, and Ginny happened to Know this?"

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Why do you think that?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I guess, I saw Harry staring at the photo in a daze several times," Ron said triumphantly, but the next second he got serious, "Harry, mom forbids us to go out. At most, we go to the Burrow to get some breath. , Of course, if you have to go, we can put on the invisibility cloak and use Apparition to go and go back quickly—"

Harry shook his head. "Remus advised me not to be impulsive. I, uh, I haven't thought about it for the time being."

"Why is that?" Ron asked.

"Because, because," Harry took a deep breath, it was time, he thought. "I have mastered three unforgivable curses."

"Unforgivable Curse!?" Ron shouted with wide eyes, and Hermione was also stunned. The thick book in her hand slipped to the ground, which was completely different from what she thought.

After a long time--

"What do you think?" Harry looked at them nervously.

Ron patted Harry **** the shoulder, "That's too cool, how did you do it? Did Professor Haipu secretly give you a small stove?" He guessed, "It could also be Dumbledore. , You guys go out quite frequently recently."

Hermione gave him an angry glance, "Impossible, the professor will never teach us these spells! Even the Aurors in peaceful times will be subject to strict restrictions, which Tonks told me."

Harry hesitated for a moment, and he told him about his anomaly. Starting from the night when the Ministry of Magic came back, he told about his special feeling when he woke up from the bed. The next morning Professor Haipu took him to test three spells and that After that, Dumbledore asked him various questions, and finally had to leave two memories of him.

He was short of breath when he thought of one of the memories. There was a scene of Ginny kissing the corner of his mouth. He should have removed this part!

But Dumbledore asked for the memory to be as complete as possible, and Harry gave it away as soon as his brain heated up, causing him to regret it every time he remembered it. He doesn’t even want to talk when he and Dumbledore go out to meet friends alone now... and Harry doesn’t know whether to regret it, but he really didn’t get many opportunities to be alone with Ginny. It is affectionate.

Ron and Hermione were trying to digest this amazing news.

"So simple? You learned those two spells in less than a morning?" Ron still felt weird.

"Did you not listen carefully? Harry was obviously influenced by the mysterious person. The professor just verified this further. Otherwise, it would be so easy." Hermione looked at Harry and said seriously, "Harry, the professor is right. , You must not relax the training of Occlumency."

Harry answered dumbly.

"This is not a joke, Harry, from your symptoms--"

"Symptoms?" Harry said angrily.

"Okay, it's a phenomenon." Hermione picked up the words carefully. "You are getting closer and closer to the mysterious person-it's weird, when did you start?"

"Maybe after Voldemort was resurrected." Harry said.

"--But now that it has developed to gain knowledge of his evil, it is no small matter, Harry," Hermione said patiently. "Black magic affects people's sanity. You can imagine Voldemort and Voldemort's thoughts and yours. What is the result of the fusion? Your personality may change unconsciously, and he may even plant a certain idea in your mind, making you think it is your own idea. Maybe this is the professor and Dumbledore trying to avoid of."

"Then what should I do?"

"Of course it’s trying to improve Occlumency, and, uh, not letting herself fall into negative emotions." Hermione followed the script and said what she had read from the book, but these are all clichés, "I—we can help. You, right?" She looked at Ron, and Ron nodded hurriedly.

At dinner, Fred and George told them vividly about the new guard of the Sword Fort.

"About ten feet tall, it's like a magnified magic puppet. The materials used are more precious and the spells are more. When they light up, the magical brilliance around them can just brighten your eyes... when you go to Diagon Alley. As you can see, there are two standing at the door."

"You are also involved? What are the abilities of these guards?" Tonks, who stayed to dine, asked with interest.

Fred sighed, "Professor Haipu made it by himself, one week before our anti-curse series. I really want to dig him into our trick shop—" He made a face.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him sternly, and he obediently made a sealing gesture and stopped talking about the word ‘Weasley’s Witchcraft and Wizardry’. But Harry knew that Fred and George had even signed the shop contract, and it was in Hogsmeade Village.

"Are there only two?" Harry said.

Fred and George looked at each other. "It's a secret."

Harry subconsciously held his breath, "So... there are many?"

"We can't say it, really." Fred said: "There are about a dozen outside?" He counted one by one with his fingers: "Two at the door, and two when you enter the door. After that, there are a few scattered on each floor... but these can't be all of them."

"Yes," George said, "Since the professor came out of the laboratory, Fred and I have discovered that several storage rooms are locked, but we can't open them. Only a few people have permission."

He spread his hands.

"We wanted to persuade Penello to let us in while Professor Haipu was away, but she didn't agree with her death. I guess there must be a magic puppet army inside!"

Fred and George's eyes gleamed with excitement. At this time Tonks also became interested: "This thing is made very quickly? Maybe I should suggest that the department purchase a batch, if it's really cost-effective."

"Not yet," Fred dispelled his thoughts. "Only Professor Haipu can make magic guards. I heard that extremely advanced memory magic is involved... but he is not in the company now."

"Professor Haipu is not in the company? Where did he go?" Harry asked.

The twins shook their heads.

"Penello and Kremy should know that they have an emergency way to contact the professor, and Remus should have it, but we can't always see him."

"The professor may be going to deal with the Muggle world. He will spare a few days each year for this." Hermione said.

"He mentioned it to you?"

"Oh, uh, I guessed wildly." Hermione said.

When Felix appeared again, it was the last day of the holiday, and he also brought three letters.

"Taking time to go back to school, Minerva was so busy, I helped bring the bibliography." Felix said, Harry, Ron, and Hermione each took their own letters and couldn't wait to open them.

"It's time to arrive," Ron said as he opened the envelope, "school starts tomorrow."

"It may be too busy. Professor McGonagall has only spent the last two days to deal with school matters." Harry guessed. He opened the envelope. There were two pieces of parchment inside. Books to be used this year.

"There are two new books to buy," Hermione read the above, "Standard Spells, Level 5," by Miranda Gorshak; "Practical Magic Beginner", Felix Haip, Hydes Tron Villa. Professor, have you published a new book?"

Felix nodded slightly.

"Huh, who is the other author?" Hermione asked, staring at the bibliography.

"He is the president of the Ancient Magic Association. You should have seen him. He and Professor Macchiban went to school to listen to classes." Felix explained: "Because of time constraints, Mr. Vera and I just sorted out The practical magic texts used in the five grades are organized into a book according to the difficulty and the order of teaching, and they will be separated when there is a chance in the future. The textbooks are issued by lca publishing house."

"Why is there no Defence Against the Dark Arts book?" Harry asked repeatedly, looking at the book list.

"Didn't Sirius tell you?" Felix asked.

"No, he—"

"Did it fall?" Ron shook the envelope. "Hey, there really is one, let me see—" He opened his mouth suddenly, motionless.

"Do you have something else there?" Harry leaned over Ron strangely. At this moment, Hermione, who was opposite, turned the envelope upside down, and a gold-red object slipped into his palm. Harry squeezed his envelope subconsciously, it was empty.

"Prefect." Ron groaned, "I was chosen as the prefect."

Ron and Hermione became the prefects of Gryffindor College in the fifth grade. Felix was a little surprised by this result, but after a little thought, he understood Dumbledore's intentions. The prefect was both a right and a responsibility, and Harry had already shouldered too many responsibilities.

But Harry obviously still didn't understand. At this moment, his heart was empty. He could only say congratulations in pale language, which was far less sincere than Mrs. Weasley who had heard the news.

In fact, no one is more surprised than her, even the newly released prefect himself can't match it.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Oh, Ron, that's great! Prefect!" She held Ron excitedly, the water stains on the wet rag in her hand dripping to the ground. She generously promised a gift to the youngest son.

"Can I get a new broom?" Ron asked expectantly.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him embarrassedly, and then smiled, "Of course, I will see you later, I will get Fred and George's shopping list, besides the broom, I have to buy you new books, oh, yes, And Ginny's share, that's a lot of things." She giggled and left.

Ron stayed there for a while, his eyes rolled, "Fred and George will be jealous, they will definitely! But who cares, I'm the prefect, and I will have a new broom soon. Oh, awful—"

"What's the matter?" Harry asked dryly, feeling that his voice seemed to come from someone else.

"I should add some more money and take out part of the bonus-so I can buy a better broom." Ron said happily, and his eyes began to shine. "Yes, that's it. I'll go now. Talk to mom."

"Professor," Hermione asked Felix in a low voice, "Can I make a call at home? Use the public phone outside the community? Mom and Dad know the meaning of the prefect, and they will be happy."

Felix thought for a while, "Well, Miss Granger, you haven't been home for a long time. Take this opportunity to accompany your family, and I will pick you up later in the evening."

"Then I'm going to pack up." Harry said awkwardly.

He returned to the bedroom alone, with the suitcase on the table open, like a big mouth, seeming to laugh at him silently. Harry picked up one of the dirty clothes on the bed and sat on the bed blankly, until then he had no time to think.

He almost forgot about the prefect, but when it happened, he couldn't pretend not to see it. If he had to choose one of them, he would definitely want to become a prefect, rather than Ron. Harry felt a little uncomfortable. Does he think he is better than Ron? He didn't want to appear arrogant, so he desperately found a reason for himself. My Quidditch is better and more capable of dueling...but what else? I didn't make a gap with Ron in other homework. But outside of homework—Harry thought angrily, the adventures they went through together, the lives and deaths—he had done so much, and Principal Dumbledore could not have known it better.

But he couldn't help correcting himself, Ron always stood with him, even when facing Voldemort, he never flinched. He didn't think he had a reason to be an enemy of Voldemort, so it seemed that Ron seemed more noble? At this moment, a voice popped into Harry's mind, but he took away the honor that belonged to you.

"No, that's what he deserves." Harry whispered to himself, but the voice started to buzz again, noisy, and Harry miraculously understood it. You did more, but you were not understood, and you didn't get the reward you deserved. That voice spread dark thoughts to him. Maybe you should teach him a lesson and use the newly learned spell...

"That's not what I thought," Harry said to himself, "Ron is my best friend." He stood up sharply and almost fell down. He was panting, the expression on his face changed quickly, and sometimes seemed to be another person.

"Someone needs to look at his brain." The blank canvas in the picture frame on the wall sneered.

Harry stared at the canvas, but there was nothing there. It was the same proof as the clocks that fired screws at people, the snuff bottles that bit people, and the showcases that coughed out when the door was opened. Another proof that the Black family is ancient, pure, and accompanied by magic.

"You were wrong," Harry said loudly, and the canvas did not respond to him.

After a while, Harry heard footsteps, he hurriedly lowered his head, stuffed his clothes into the box, and Ron jumped in.

"Catch up!" He said happily, "I put half of the bonus in. I can just replace the sweep series with the light wheel 2000. In fact, you can buy the 2001 version, but I think I should save a little bit. I will also buy it. What about the birthday gift, and in case the "Future World" company releases a new product... are you okay?"

"It's great, Ron, I mean-you will have a good broom soon and you can consider joining the team." Harry said ~www.readwn.com~ He paused, thinking that this sentence was indeed sent. Sincerely, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ron's smile disappeared.

"I thought it was you, I didn't expect it at all--"

"No, you deserve it." Harry said categorically, seemingly a final word. "You are fully worthy of the honor of the superior. As for me, I have had enough trouble myself..."

"Oh, well, you're right, maybe Dumbledore didn't choose you for this reason-will he come back today, I mean the inexplicable afternoon tea?"

"Yeah, I think so." Harry was thankful that Ron had changed the subject, and that he was going to start school right away, and he didn't have to eat fruit preserves. He couldn't help feeling nauseous when he thought of it now.

...

In the evening, Sirius returned, and Harry welcomed him beamingly.

"Should I call you Professor Black?"

"You can leave this sentence at the dinner tomorrow." Sirius smiled.

At dinner, he sat next to Felix and whispered: "Felix, I heard that you are the guard of the Hogwarts Express tomorrow?"

"Just one of them," Felix glanced at him, letting a jam jar fly into his hand, "I remember you too."

Sirius turned his head awkwardly: "I'm going to take a leave...tomorrow another day for work."

"Why?" Felix asked curiously, not like what he said.

"Originally, I was going to patrol Azkaban with Amelia today, and arranged the anti-thief waterfall by the way, but when I received an alarm that a dementor appeared in a Muggle town, it turned out to be a false alarm...

In short, uh, I thought-for the sake of the beginning and the end-when I come out of Azkaban, even if I say goodbye to the past. "