A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

As time passed, the auditorium was full of sweet smells.

Felix put down his knife and fork contentedly and waited for the dessert after the dinner. The other students in the auditorium were still eating in full swing, chatting noisily, unaware of the ghost floating above their heads.

Harry had almost eaten at the Gryffindor table, and began to pay attention to the voices around him. He was unhappy to discover that one of the topics people whispered to is him, the ghost of Gryffindor College—the almost headless Nick's voice floated into his ears across seven or eight seats.

"Yes, it's Harry Potter. He is there. You will have a chance to see..."

Harry didn't look back, but he guessed that Nick was talking to the freshman at Hogwarts, and he concluded that the freshman was from a wizarding family, so that he could know his name before he went to school, unless the student was a schoolmaster like Hermione.

Dean and Seamus talked loudly about the news in Diagon Alley. He raised his ears. He had no chance to go there this year. The teaching materials, stationery and potion materials used were all purchased by Mrs. Weasley. He originally planned to go to the Future World No. 1 store in Diagon Alley to see if there are any. New products, as a result, this plan had to fall through.

I don’t know if the Weasley twins’ anti-curse series products are on sale...

"The shops are full and there are more people than before... No way. Whoever made this year's book list issued so late, everyone rushed together. Not many people were interested in stopping to chat. I saw a few familiar ones. Faces, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if there was something chasing behind..."

"Mowen brochures are in short supply. Mom still wants to buy a few copies for relatives living abroad..."

Seamus said happily, and when he met Harry's gaze, he grinned and his voice grew louder.

"There are a lot of mobile stalls on both sides of the street, which is actually a piece of cloth on the ground. What are you selling? Of course, all kinds of amulets. My mother told me that they are all rubbish, and it is not as good as the probability of getting genuine goods in Knockover Alley. Big... Of course she was joking."

"That ghost place hasn't been seized by the Auror yet." Ron's mouth was full, and Harry heard him magically.

Diagon Alley and Knock Down Alley are adjacent, but their reputations are completely different. Diagon Alley covers a huge area and is the magic business center of British wizards, while Knock Down Alley is just a remote alley, and the goods sold in the shops are not counted. Too formal.

At this time, a voice spoke in his ear: "Excuse me, make room for me."

Harry was taken aback. He turned his head and saw a tall girl with long braids leaning over and looking at him. Her face was less than a foot away from him. It was Angelina Johnson. She stabbed Ha with her fingers. Lee and Ron managed to squeeze a seat between them.

"So, how was your summer vacation?" she asked briskly.

"It's okay," Harry said, unable to figure out her purpose for a moment.

"Well, that's it," Angelina stroked her hair. "I was chosen to be the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Captain Quidditch," Harry repeated, then opened his eyes wide and called out: "Quidditch?"

Angelina showed a "sure enough" expression, "Fred told me you forgot Quidditch, I still don't believe it..."

"How come." Harry stammered. "I played with Cedric during the holidays." He looked around and saw the handsome face on the desk of the Hufflepuff Academy.

"Really, so you won't quit the team?" Angelina asked, staring at Harry with big eyes, and Harry's heart pressure surged.

"Absolutely not, I still expect to win another trophy." He promised.

"That's good," Angelina breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't want to be too sensitive, but I just took over the team and I always feel heavy responsibility. I understand why Oliver is so long-winded..."

"Don't follow him." Harry said hastily.

Angelina laughed.

"Then I'll go first, ah, by the way, since Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. I am going to schedule the selection time at five o'clock in the afternoon on Friday. I hope that all the players will be there, okay? We can let the newcomer try to cooperate with everyone."

"No problem, have you already chosen?" Harry asked, and Ron, who was eating, pricked his ears.

"Not yet," she sighed, "I'll post the application form on the wall when I go back." She bent over and left.

"She looks stressed, I almost forgot about Quidditch," Hermione said.

"Maybe the captain of the team that just took over is like this? Cedric didn't get used to it at first..." Harry only replied the first half.

"Then do you have time? This year is O.W.Ls. Don't forget, you promised Neville to re-organize the duel self-study group." Hermione reminded him.

"I know." Harry murmured.

The food on the table was swept away, and after a few seconds, various desserts suddenly appeared on the plate.

Harry picked up a fried jam donut and chewed it "click", looking at the professor's seat. His eyes were first placed on Dumbledore. He was sitting on a golden high-backed chair in the middle of the long table, wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars, and wearing matching hats and gloves. It looked like he had gone wrong. The position of the lead singer of the band. Professor McGonagall and Snape were sitting on his left and right. Professor McGonagall was trying a fresh strawberry drizzled with sauce. Her expression didn't suit the taste. Snape on the other side squinted his eyes. There was a response to Dumbledore’s questioning one after another. His lips almost did not open and close, and Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, Sirius and Professor Haipu, were sitting. Strangely, Sirius also gave up eating early and was boringly poking the fruit on the blueberry cake with a fork.

As for Professor Haipu-Felix stared at the ceiling, the color on it was the same as the outside environment, much simpler than in previous years. He and Sirius actually arrived at school earlier than the Hogwarts students, but Mrs. Pomfrey spent a lot of time checking Sirius.

In Madam Pomfrey’s words, Felix’s approach is rather "rough" and "unprofessional." If it is not handled in time, it may fester and pus a few days later. Taking advantage of her time to clean up the wound, Felix and Dumbledore who came to chatted.

"The one who sent you the message is Severus," he said in a positive tone.

"I knew you could guess." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I still know," Felix said slowly: "Severus was also the one who revealed Bornes' whereabouts to Voldemort. Sirius himself mentioned it at the meeting and was heard by him."

Dumbledore was silent slightly, "You are right."

"Is it really necessary to do this? I can't save their lives 100%. In fact, Voldemort's most loyal servant Barty Crouch Jr. died in front of him," Felix said in a slightly accentuated tone. "I did it."

"As a qualified spy, if you want to gain the trust of Voldemort, you must show unique value, and this value must be something other people can't give. Only in this way will Voldemort treat him differently." Dumbledore did not bring him. Said emotionally.

"This is not the answer I want, Albus, I don't think you would be so indifferent," Felix said.

"Thank you for saying that, Felix." Dumbledore smiled, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes stretched out.

"If I can, of course I hope I can do more and trade my life for Voldemort? It's really a bargain. I won't hesitate if I get the opportunity... But in my position, I have placed too many hopes on it. , I cannot bet easily..."

"I know Voldemort, perhaps better than himself. If he doesn't experience a failure, he will not reflect, and Amelia will always be in danger. Voldemort must be made aware that trying to catch her is not one. It's an easy thing, and she can call for support at any time. This time you are the only one, but not necessarily next time, so that Voldemort will look away."

"Only Sirius is innocent in the whole thing, but he is not innocent. Every member of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​prepared. Just like the person you buried in Death Eaters—"

Felix raised his eyebrows slightly, and made a respectful look.

"Lucius, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked softly, "maybe more than—"

"How did you guess?" Felix interrupted.

"Ah, Lucius has been trying to trouble me in the past. I don't think that removing him from the board of directors will be the end of the confrontation between us, and it is true. But I found out that the entire fourth grade was against me. Most of the complaints are missing, as if one of the leaders has lost his heart. Or has more troublesome troubles."

"Then," Felix said slowly, "Since you know Lucius exists, why do you still—"

"Let Severus take a risk?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, twirling his thumbs. .

Felix nodded.

"I said that Severus's role is unique. He is Voldemort's most proud masterpiece. A nail inserted in the heart of the Order of the Phoenix can provide information for everyone including you and me—"

Felix suddenly realized, "Compared to getting information from Voldemort, do you value how to reasonably transmit information to Voldemort?"

Dumbledore blinked.

"Instead of letting Voldemort act recklessly, I hope he can act in the time and in the way I expect, even if there is a risk, I can control it within a reasonable range."

...

"You really got it? The day before school starts?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I got it." Harry said.

"Unexpectedly, I failed so many times before. What is it, Harry?"

"What are you talking about?" Ron looked at the two with a puzzled look.

"Don't interrupt," Hermione said, still watching Harry intently.

"Principal Dumbledore got a memory from Mr. Slughorn." Harry looked around, preventing others from hearing, and whispered to them, "I guess it involves Voldemort, at least after the principal got the memory. Very excited."

"Maybe it's the way to defeat Voldemort," Hermione guessed. "According to you, the old gentleman and Principal Dumbledore are colleagues, so he taught mysterious people too, didn't he? He must know something. "

"I think so too," Harry shrugged and continued to gorge himself. "Compared with Principal Dumbledore, Mr. Slughorn's mood is not so good. He drove us out, even the principal suggested He didn't respond positively to the move."

"move Place?"

"Principal Dumbledore wants him to live in Hogwarts and continue to study potions. Hogsmeade can do too-you can be a neighbor with the Duke of Honey, and you can see that he is a little moved." Harry said casually.

Hermione's chewing speed slowed down, "What would it be? Since it is a memory, it can only be a past..."

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up, and he knocked on the cup, and the auditorium fell silent.

"Welcome back, I know you can't wait to go to the warm and comfortable quilt, but please wait patiently for a while and listen to a few words from me... This year our teaching team has two changes. The first is to protect the magical creature class. , Our hunting guard needs to deal with some personal matters and will be absent for a few weeks... During this period, Professor Grapland is willing to fill this vacancy. Let us warmly welcome."

Professor Grapland got up from her seat, nodded at the students with her protruding chin, then sat down, and there was a polite applause in the auditorium.

"Next is our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Black has a wealth of experience in fighting against the Dark Arts. He has been an assistant to the Minister of Magic for the past two months. He will join the teaching team this year."

Sirius stood up happily, waved at everyone, and finally couldn't help blowing two loud whistle. The air in the auditorium suddenly became lively, and Fred and George also whistled in response to him.

Dumbledore waited for the applause to subside~www.readwn.com~ continued:

"There will be some small and interesting experiments in school this year. Some of you must have heard about it. There are two things that are closely related to you."

"The first one is that the examination of the ancient magic writing course will be divided into two parts, the theoretical examination and the practical examination. The specific evaluation standards will be introduced by Professor Haipu in class."

Felix waved lazily, and the students whispered underneath.

"The second thing is that the school will include some spells in the scope of the school year assessment. In principle, every student must pass. If there are special circumstances, you can apply in advance. Of course, I will not admit that I am allergic to specific words. Reasonable... We will post the assessment spells for different grades in the first week of school."

"Then, before everyone goes to bed, let us sing the school song together." Dumbledore said loudly.

The auditorium became commotion, and the smile on Felix's face seemed to freeze. Hogwarts did not sing the school song every year, and sometimes arranged for a student orchestra to sing, but it was obvious that Dumbledore was very interested in making a guest appearance as a conductor this year. .

A long golden ribbon floated from the tip of his wand and twisted into words.

Principal Dumbledore wore star gloves matching his robe and hat, and the wand in his hand opened and closed as if holding a baton, and Felix snorted along with it.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please give us some knowledge, whether we are the old people who are fading or the children who have injured our knees, our minds can accept some interesting things... …"

After the chorus of chorus ended, Dumbledore wiped his eyes emotionally.

"Music is always emotional. Okay, now everyone can go back to the dormitory. Please lead the freshmen to leave."