A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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When Felix returned to the office, he was surprised to see a row of owls standing by the window.

"Oh, well, Easter, I forgot to leave the window." He realized it later.

He opened the window, and Warren, who had just emerged from his silver pocket watch, watched curiously at the owls rushing in. They circled the office, dropping packages at their feet like bombers, chirping at the same time for I waited for most of the day and felt indignant.

Warren climbed Felix's legs to his shoulders and looked down at the package on the ground.

Felix remembered the Easter candy eggs he received last year and hadn't eaten them all for a whole year. But in any case, receiving the gift itself is still very happy. And he can play crackling with Warren, and the winner will open a gift...

The next morning, when he appeared in the auditorium, not surprisingly, he saw students flipping through the newspapers and talking about it.

"Malfoy..." In a low voice, they exchanged glances.

He looked around, didn't see Draco, and sat down to start breakfast, before heading to the Ministry of Magic to continue the trial. The whole process will continue until the end of the Easter holiday, and Felix suddenly wants to skip class.

But until he ate the last piece of potato, he didn't think of an excuse. The quick-acting candy that Fred and George developed didn't work for him, and he was on sick leave...well, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

In the end he went to the Ministry of Magic.

……

the other side--

"Unbelievable, I still can't understand," Harry bowed his head, pretending to be dealing with a tough bone, and Ron and Hermione leaned over and heard him whisper, "How could Malfoy be with...be a spy? "

He raised his head to look at the Slytherin table, Draco poked an apple pie with his fork expressionlessly, and the nearest Slytherin was two places away.

"It's Pansy Parkinson," Hermione looked over there and whispered, "She doesn't seem to have figured out how to deal with this complicated relationship."

She saw it right. When Draco's gaze looked over, Pansy immediately turned his head and spoke to Millison next to him.

"Oh? That hurts enough, although I was startled." Ron, his tangled expression was enough to prove that he was telling the truth, "I almost thought it was April Fool's Day, but Fred and George It's been a few days since their birthday, and I kind of regret giving them funny hats." He said bitterly, "It cost me 5 Galleons in total."

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"Your funny hat?" Ron introduced him enthusiastically: "Joco's new product, I saw a flyer from Fred's book page one day. Put it on your face and you can see it in vampires and werewolves. Switch between female ghosts and grow some cute fangs, soft mane and things like that."

"Sounds a bit like the Emerald Crown of 'Future World'," Hermione interjected: "One is to change the face, and the other is to change the clothes."

Ron shrugged, "Fred claimed that Jokowi was inspired by the anti-curse hat, and thought he was at a loss. But I think it's interesting."

"Professor Hepp's birthday is coming soon?" Harry: "I remember the 15th?"

"Number 8, we made a mistake last time." Hermione.

"Isn't that today?" Ron was surprised: "Fred and George still want to make big news," he said happily: "Oh, I have to keep this secret, and none of you are allowed to tell them..."

Later, they let Ron's owl piggy fly out of the owl shack with a package.

"It looks a little labored." Hermione looked at the sky worriedly.

"No way, Hedwig doesn't want to go to the professor anymore, she feels ashamed." Harry was helpless.

They saw the little pig swaying in the air, like a moving pendulum, and finally turned a corner with difficulty and disappeared from sight. But they knew that if they climbed over a few towers, if the piggy didn't hit a post, it would fly into the ancient rune office.

"Do you think the professor would like that telescope?" Ron asked, without waiting for an answer, he said to himself, "I was going to send a pet rat for Warren's company. To be honest, I think they are long It's very similar...Unfortunately it's too late, that telescope was given to me by George for testing, it should be a new product, but I haven't had time...Hermione, what did you give me?"

"A pot of plants." Hermione.

"It's a good idea, I have to write it down." Ron's eyes lit up.

Harry was speechless. He stared at the blue sky, and his thoughts drifted into the distance with the owl. He had just had a crazy idea, and he thought he must be crazy, but he couldn't stop thinking about one question: When was Snape's birthday? Maybe... but the next second he put the thought out of his mind. Come to think of it, he told himself, it wouldn't matter if Snape was undercover now.

Well, it's actually quite remarkable, Harry thought reluctantly, he still admired that, and the scene when he faced Voldemort came to his mind. He wasn't afraid of Voldemort, but let him calmly get along with Voldemort, close to... Harry's goosebumps arose.

He didn't see Snape in the cemetery, maybe he was hiding there, or was he late?

Harry thought of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters that night. He didn't hear all of them, but he still remembered the first ones. Voldemort threatened the Death Eaters while lamenting his rebirth.

"One didn't have the guts to come back... He will pay the price. The other, I think, will leave me forever... Of course he will be executed..."

Thinking about it now, the former may refer to Karkaroff and the latter to Snape.

But Snape was alive and well now, and Harry didn't know how he did it.

He couldn't help but imagine the scene of Snape meeting Voldemort, but because of the lack of reference, his mind went blank. In his impression, Snape either lectured in his own slow, out-of-tune voice, sarcastic students in class, or suddenly appeared from behind, mocking and showing other students with unabashed schadenfreude. Had to give a low score for how bad the potion Harry had boiled... but Harry didn't think Snape would take either of those attitudes towards Voldemort.

Possibly the same as the other Death Eaters, Harry thought, nauseated at the thought of the group of Death Eaters kneeling before Voldemort. He would rather Snape be tougher.

When they came out of the owl shack, they couldn't help but talk about the Malfoys. Ron mentioned Draco Malfoy's grandfather, "That was a great man."

"Is he a Death Eater too?" Harry asked.

"No one knows," Ron said, but then he lowered his voice mysteriously. "My dad may have been one of You-Know's early patrons." He seemed pleased to see Harry and Hermione open their mouths.

"But he was never caught, and he always died respectfully." Ron added: "Compared to him, his son is not smart enough. I am Lucius Malfoy."

Harry grinned happily.

"Let me think about it," he counted with his fingers, "after claiming to be under the Imperius Curse after losing the first war, later becoming Fudge's cash bag, and losing school trusteeship in our sophomore year, Oh, by the way—and Dobby! Kneeling in front of Voldemort more than half a year ago to confess his mistakes, and now hiding somewhere and can’t get out—yes, I understand what you mean.”

They laughed. Malfoy has always been against them. Now that they see this family unlucky, they are actually quite gloating. But when they entered the common room, it suddenly dawned on them that Malfoy was now on their side.

"I'd rather he'd always been a Death Eater—"

"Oh, don't be silly."

They were sitting on a table flipping through their schoolbags. The professors obviously didn't plan to make the students comfortable during the vacation, and left a bunch of homework tacitly. As a result, quite a number of fifth graders did not go home, but stayed in the school sighing and yawning to make up their homework.

Ron took out the parchment and quill from his schoolbag, and said angrily: "Those juniors are too noisy, I really want to deduct points for them." But as the homework of each subject lay in front of him, his momentum It disappears visibly to the naked eye.

Lying on the table, Harry casually pointed at the review plan schedule Hermione gave them yesterday with his wand. The tasks for each subject were clearly marked. "I also added a countdown," Hermione said happily: "It's in the upper left corner."

Harry stared at the number '59' on the parchment, feeling a sudden urge to tear it off.

"You guys, how did Lucius Malfoy get involved with Professor Hepp?" He couldn't help asking.

Hermione pushed the newspaper to him. Ron beside him said disgustedly: "You believe that? 'Speaking of your heart' - what the hell, how is that possible? To me, he was probably unlucky when he was doing illegal hooks and was caught by the professor, so he asked the professor to let him go. One horse..." Hermione glared at him.

"Cough, I am, well done."

"The composition of Death Eaters is complicated," Hermione tried to figure out: "There are ambitious people, some are cruel by nature, and there are people who are rushing to get over there to get a little prestige," she thought for a while, and then: "A few are Bewitched by the evil idea of ​​the mysterious man..."

Harry thought of Sirius' brother Regulus.

"...you can't tell when You-Know-Who has the upper hand, but once he's down," Hermione pointed scornfully to the newspaper photos of Selwyn's trial, "we'll be able to tell what these guys are. "

There were giggling sounds in the lounge, and they turned their heads - Harry and Ron wished for something new - to see Fred and George each carrying a colorful hat in his hand, and the sound of jeering from the onlookers , while wearing a hat. Exclamations and laughter broke out in the crowd, and Fred and George turned in circles to show, and when they turned to Harry's side, the three finally saw their faces clearly.

Harry was startled and almost thought he saw a combination of a vampire and a female ghost. Fred's face was as white as paper, his cheeks sunken, as if he had been malnourished for a long time, and his eyes were abnormally bloodshot, but the most conspicuous thing was his deliberately bared fangs; Human face - his hair has turned black, and it grows to the ground, his face is like a skeleton, with a green light on the surface, more frightening than the vampire beside him.

The two let out mischievous laughter.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and Fred and George came over and sat next to them. They were still wearing their weird faces, and Ron leaned back unconsciously, and Fred and George grinned.

"Don't like our new face?"

"It's okay, you guys seem to like this hat," Ron countered in a mocking tone: "Who was dissatisfied before?"

"It's two different things." Fred said seriously, "We think this hat appears at the right time."

"Yeah, it can add splendor to Professor Hepp's birthday party..." George said cheerfully.

The three looked at each other, Ron kept winking at Harry and Hermione, reminding them not to miss out, Fred and George looked at them strangely.

"Is there anything we don't know?"

"No." Ron, he changed the subject bluntly, "Did you listen, "New Solution to Rune" is going to prepare an issue of the ancient Rune Yearbook, everyone is welcome to contribute."

"This is a big event." Fred took off his hat happily, his fangs and pale sunken cheeks disappeared, "Which part are you going to participate in?"

"How about you?" Harry asked warily.

"Career dynamics." Fred said without hesitation, "We've created a new profession, George and I. The profession is named 'Prank Merchant'," he winked at Harry. "It's very demanding: Ancient Rune, Basic alchemy, transfiguration, spells, and wild imagination—"

"And a bohemian heart." George half-truthed.

"Sounds like bragging," Ron murmured.

"Have you tried that boxing binoculars?" Fred asked suddenly, staring at his brother's face.

"Not yet, er--I gave it away." Ron wanted to be vague, but Fred stared straight at himself, he could only tell the truth.

"Give it away? To whom?" Fred and George shouted in unison.

"Boxing binoculars? Boxing?" Harry caught the key words.

Ron suddenly looked terrified.

Fred and George stared at his expression and smiled, "Okay, we won't ask." Fred pretended to be generous.

"We'll definitely know in the end anyway," George added.

"Quick—that thing—Merlin's beard!" Ron shouted. "What's the use of that thing?"

But Fred and George just looked at him with regretful eyes, as if he was dying... Ron was even more panicked, he just wanted to go to the professor's office to get the gift back and change it, but when he thought about it Crabbe and Goyle's unfortunate appearance, he dismissed the idea.

"Quick! You!" he shouted.

Ron jumped up and shook Fred's collar vigorously. Fred insisted that he would not let go, with an expression of watching the show.

"Are they really going to admit the name?" Hermione asked when it was quiet, "I heard that the reviewers are all very old - except Professor Hepp."

"There's no harm in trying." George eagerly said, "I can see it, they are desperately seeking talents and are desperately expanding their territory! It is also mentioned above, 'Once the profession is officially recognized, in addition to being admitted to the Ministry of Magic job directory, and all kinds of support.'”

"—after the war." Hermione.

"What?" Fred asked.

"It does have yours, but it won't be fulfilled until the war is over." Hermione whispered.

"Why didn't I see it?" Fred and George were stunned for a moment, and they all cried out.

"It's written on the last page of the latest issue of "Spellbound"." Hermione. The two could not sit still, and they left in a hurry. After they disappeared, Harry and Ron looked at each other, Harry said uncertainly: "Prank businessman? Sounds good. But is there really such a career in the future?"

During this time, he has been studying the brochures of various occupations issued by the school. Although he thinks that he will become an Auror in the future, it does not prevent him from reading the requirements of other occupations with relish, and before going to bed and the people in the dormitory. discussed late into the night.

"If pranks can be recognized, why don't I create a new profession myself?" Ron muttered dissatisfiedly.

"So you have an idea?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron was stunned~www.readwn.com~ Harry knew that he was casual, and asked quickly, "Hermione, do you know how to make the No. 9 amulet?"

"You need to use the 'flame' rune and the 'protection' rune," Hermione subconsciously: "You have to combine them, which is equivalent to two sets of circuits. When they work at the same time, they will absorb the surrounding flames, and then A brain is released."

"It doesn't sound like it's useful." Harry, "Many spells can have a similar effect."

"You can give it to a child," Hermione, "and if you're going to study fire magic, it's still very useful. Even in the face of fierce fire, it can buy you a second or two - although it can be used after one use. broken."

They started to do their homework, and after a while, Harry began to feel sleepy. He stared at the textbook on the history of magic, the Ilfracombe incident, Ilfracombe... Is this a person's name or a place name? Forget it, Harry yawned and copied the name on the parchment.

His thoughts began to wander. He was already thinking of the evening party with Sirius, and Kreacher. I wonder if he was used to being in the kitchen...

At the same time, Felix sat listlessly on the bench in the courtroom, staring at a dark wizard with reflective skin.

Where did Voldemort find these people?

The words of Lucius swirled in his mind yesterday, and Felix wanted to go to Malfoy Manor to see if it was burnt to rubble—this at least proves that Voldemort was very angry after reading the newspaper.

"Bang!" The gavel fell heavily.

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