A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"As arrogant, arrogant, self-righteous as his father, who loves to violate discipline, likes to be pushy, nosy, and impudent--" Snape said as he looked at the three people away, his eyes firmly fixed on Ha On Li's body, there was an unforgettable hatred in his eyes.

"If you judge from Slytherin's values, he is really not likable. Well, all three." Felix said softly, "but you also heard them. They only know the last few sentences, without beginning and end. ...So I told them, we were talking about my new magic wand, and I gave it a fairy-tale name."

Snape didn't speak. Dark eyes were still staring at Harry's back. From this angle, he and his father looked very much like him.

After a while, he said coldly: "Felix, I will reveal the information about your wand to that person."

Felix said calmly: "You decide how much to say."

"Do you think I'm the master?" Snape dropped a word of dissatisfaction, his black robe trembling through the layers of rain. His figure is blurred.

...

"Unlucky." Ron mumbled as he stepped on the steps.

"Oh, stop talking—"

They stood at the door of the faculty lounge, and Harry knocked on the door nervously, hoping that there was no one inside. He waited for a few seconds as if passing by. Finally, a familiar voice said from the inside: "Please come in."

When things went counterproductive, Harry heard two sighs, he plucked up the courage to push the door open and walked in. At this time, a long room with a soft light hung from the ceiling. The temperature in the room was higher than the outside temperature, probably because of the fireplace in the corner. Professor McGonagall raised his head from a pile of parchment, and his sharp eyes looked under the square glasses.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, what can you do?"

"We were asked to come and see you because... because of some mistake." Harry passed the note in his hand, and Professor McGonagall frowned and took the note. The paper sticking together was the method of the Order of the Phoenix. She twisted her eyebrows deeper, took out the magic wand a little bit on it, and the paper opened automatically.

Professor McGonagall looked up quickly, and did not speak for a long time after reading it.

"Is this true?" She said, "Eavesdrop on the professor's conversation?" In addition to roughly explaining the process, the note also used cryptic handwriting to mention the background of the conversation. The two were discussing the confidential information of the Order of the Phoenix.

"We didn't mean it," Harry said, "I—uh, come out to breathe after lunch, and then—" Professor McGonagall snorted, and Harry continued to bite the bullet and explain, the time went back to a dozen. Minutes ago

"Have you heard? Sirius's class is very popular." Hermione said thoughtfully, as she and Harry and Ron had just come out of the auditorium, ready to breathe.

"He said to keep it secret," Harry said in an aggrieved tone, kicking his feet. "It was a surprise. We won't have his class until tomorrow. I don't expect it."

Hermione and Ron laughed.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at them blankly.

"Your tone looks like a kid who quarreled with his parents... watch out!" Hermione said, as a freshman stumbled over and almost hit them.

"It is forbidden to run in the castle, you will bump into other people." Hermione first said harshly, and then calmed down, "What's the matter?"

The freshman's eyes were horrified, and he looked back, as if someone was chasing behind.

The three Harry looked at each other.

"Hey, kid, we are the prefect, if someone bullies you, just say it boldly," Ron held his chest up to make the prefect badge on his clothes more prominent, "I have the right to detain and deduct points. ..."

"Come on, Ron, we can't abuse this right." Hermione said solemnly. She looked at the freshman, and the freshman said with a shocked expression: "I, I just met the professor of potions in the yard, he The look in his eyes is so scary!"

"Did you know the first day... well, really." Ron mumbled.

"Professor Snape...well, he is really harsh," Hermione said slowly, "If he inadvertently scolds you, don't worry about—"

"Yeah, bad days are still there," Ron said again. Hermione's eyes slanted, and he shut up immediately, and when her attention returned to the new life, he began to wink at Harry, who thought Ron had said these two sentences quite accurately.

"No, no, Professor Snape is talking to another professor, I think...they don't want to be disturbed." The freshman flushed, stammered, with a crying expression on his face, turned and ran away. .

...

"So you want to figure out what's going on?" Professor McGonagall said in a stern voice.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded blankly.

"We're the prefect. Got. Got...." Ron scratched his head, and Professor McGonagall glanced at him. "With all due respect, Mr. Weasley, none of the prefect rules can explain your behavior today, let alone This is not the first time."

When the class bell rang, Professor McGonagall stood up and stuffed the parchment paper on the table into the drawer. "I totally agree with Professor Snape's practice. Points are deducted..." She pursed her lips. "And confinement, from Start this week—"

Harry and Ron looked up in horror. They thought of the same thing. Quidditch selection was on Friday afternoon.

"——Every Saturday night until the lights are turned off, the potion materials are processed until the end of the month."

After speaking, they were swept out by Professor McGonagall and hurried to the potions classroom. Ron whispered all the way: "It's going to be late again. I bet that old bat will definitely trouble us... McGonagall Why didn't the professor say a few words for us? Snape made a big fuss. Now that's good, he has found someone to help him with the potion materials for the new semester..."

Harry suddenly got nauseated. He remembered the dark classroom in his mind, the toads that were smashed to death, the **** root and peppermint that killed people, horseradish, and the secretions of variegated awns, the spleens of bats and mice, and sticky. Slugs... His scalp was tingling.

Until the evening, they dragged heavy steps back to the lounge.

"Let me just say it, Snape didn't intend to let us off easily, because everybody was deducted 10 points for being late, and it wasn't because of him... the total was close to two hundred points." Ron wailed and was about to catch up with the crying. Myrtle was gone, and they came to the most remote part of the lounge, listlessly.

Harry and Hermione were not in high spirits.

"You said, can we deduct points from other colleges?" Ron said on a whim. The other two ignored him. Both Harry and Hermione were used to Ron's daily unreliable suggestions. Anyway, he I will give up.

"We can't do this, let alone you have to write a lot of reports." Hermione couldn't help correcting in the end.

"If it's the Malfoy guy..." Ron's eyes flashed, and then the light dimmed. "Oh, no, I forgot that he is also the prefect."

At this moment, Harry, who had not spoken, asked suddenly.

"That story... is the one in which Professor Haipu picked out the name for his new wand. It is the legend of the Three Brothers, eh, is it famous..."

"It's like a thunderbolt, buddy, I grew up listening since I was a kid." Ron said without hesitation. "It's a short story in "The Story of Poetry Weng and Pedou"."

"Wait, I seem to have seen this name somewhere, Poem Peter-Pedou, elsewhere..." Harry said slowly, and he looked at Hermione subconsciously. Normally, at this time, Hermione can always give Give an accurate answer.

But this time Hermione also showed a thoughtful expression.

"Have you really seen it, Harry?" she couldn't help asking.

Harry returned with a clearly confused look.

Ron, who was next to him, held back a smile and said, "This is a rare thing. Miss Know-it-all will find the answer one day."

Hermione glared at him. "If you know, just say it quickly."

But Ron enjoyed the process very much, and he shook his head for a while: "Think about it, Harry and I know something, um—there was a chance to get in touch, and you happened to miss—"

Hermione's eyes seemed to become as confused as Harry's.

Harry had thoughts on this side, it was definitely not something related to learning, because Hermione would not leave any corner of the textbook or reference book, she was capable of it. That can only be seen when he and Ron pass the time...

"I remember," Harry's eyes lit up, and Hermione stared at his face immediately. He said in an affirmative tone, "It's "Mike the Little Wizard". The book is mentioned above, but I don't remember where it is."

"But I've also read... several volumes." Hermione slowly recalled. She and Harry looked at Ron together. Ron still wanted to sell him, but was stared at by the two at the same time. He immediately raised his hand and surrendered. .

"Well, that's the content of the last book: The little wizard Mick’s friend encountered danger. In the critical moment, he used magic—and thus exposed his identity as a wizard. Mick was sad because he received Hogg At the same time that Watts noticed, he lost a group of friends. But on the day Mick left, his friends returned. They didn't mind whether he was a wizard or not, but sincerely blessed him. Then Mick gave him My friend told the story of'The Wizard and the Jumping Pot'."

Ron made the final final word, "It is here that the name of "The Story of Poetry and Pidou" is mentioned here, just once."

"You really are there," Harry praised.

Ron grinned.

Hermione was still thinking about what he said before, "The wizard and the jumping pot...what are they talking about?"

This embarrassed Ron. He thought about it for a while, and he said falteringly: "It probably means... well, a kind old wizard is about to die. He was very friendly to Muggles when he was alive, always doing his best. Helping people, neighbors loved the old man very much. But his son didn’t understand him, so the old wizard left a magical crucible before he died—the old man must be an alchemist, ahem, I continued to say—— After the old man died, his son refused to help the poor neighbor anymore. In short, he was very hard-hearted. Then the crucible began to toss the old man’s son so that he could not eat well and sleep well, so the son decided to follow his father’s practice and continue. Do what he can to help the neighbor."

Ron was a little breathless after saying so many things in one breath. He took a second breath, and finally concluded: "I guess this story is to show that wizards can get along with Muggles and help each other...It was my mother. "He added at last.

Hermione glared at him.

"Don't look at me, I was just a few years old then, it would be nice to have a little impression," Ron said.

"But—" Hermione bit her lip, still asking puzzledly: "I didn't see peace--I mean, the old wizard must count, but his son was forced to live in that cauldron. It's only when you are driven to do good."

Ron shrugged, "I don't know either."

At this moment, a voice came in suddenly, "Don't make it difficult for him. He was still drooling while holding a teddy bear." Fred and George walked over beamingly, "Seven telescopic ears were sold. School starts. first day!"

"You still short of money?" Harry asked.

"That's not true," Fred said, sitting next to him, grinning: "But we need some testers, and they promise to give product feedback."

"Just like you did on the quick-acting skipping class candy?" Hermione said suddenly and harshly.

"What?" Fred asked in surprise~www.readwn.com~ I saw it all! You posted the revelation of recruiting experimenters on the bulletin board, if it weren't for when I went to post the list of assessment spells, I found out—" She pursed her mouth, her expression looked like Professor McGonagall.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"It won’t be long before you change your mind, Hermione." George said disapprovingly. The better grades are, the easier it is to be recruited...Remember, Selton was wearing an onion-flavored amulet?"

"Of course I remember," Fred said solemnly, "we sold it to her after all, but unfortunately, the concentrate of euphoria doesn't seem to coexist with onions." He stood up, tilted his head at George, "Let's go. Let's go to Li, he may have something to gain—"

When seeing Hermione looking at him angrily, he closed his mouth vigilantly and changed the subject fluently: "Oh, yes, George and I also asked about your previous question-Dad said, the wizard There are always good and bad, so people like him have meaning."

"You mean—" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Dad was making laws to protect Muggles." George said concisely. Taking advantage of Hermione's time to think, the two left together.

Harry now feels extremely contradictory. On the one hand, Mr. Weasley’s legislation to protect Muggles is as admirable as the old wizard used the cauldron to restrict his son in fairy tales; but these words are from Frey. When De and George said it, they always felt a little weird, especially their backs were sneaky...

While lying on the four-poster bed, he put all these messy thoughts aside. He was full of anticipation at the thought of hearing Sirius's lesson tomorrow.