A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Harry! Harry! Are you all right?" Someone slapped him in the face.

Harry opened his eyes. Everything was back to normal - the train continued on, the lights were on, he sat up from his seat, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and stared blankly at the scene inside the car.

Ron and Hermione were closest to him, Neville was looking at him worriedly, and Ginny was huddled in the corner.

Lupin took a slab of chocolate from his pocket, broke it apart and distributed it to everyone.

"It's yours, Harry. Plus, a very good disarming spell."

Harry took a chunk of chocolate and asked suddenly, "Did I pass out? No, that woman... was she rescued?"

"Who?" Lupin asked casually.

"When the hooded monster came out, there was a woman, the voice should be an adult, she..." Harry was suddenly speechless, there was only one adult woman on the train, and that was a witch pushing a food cart.

But it was clearly not the voice he heard.

Lupin's hand froze in place, he muttered and left a sentence: "I'm going to talk to the driver, I'm sorry..." and left in a hurry.

The door slammed shut.

"Harry?" Hermione looked at him worriedly.

He forced himself to calm down, sat back in his seat, took a mouthful of chocolate, and a warm current spread all over his body, which made him feel happy again.

"Can anyone tell me what just happened?" Harry asked.

"We felt the cold, as if we had fallen into an ice hole. Then we saw your spell, the dazzling red light... The cold subsided a little, and then you fell to the ground, and Professor Lupin said to someone: Here There was no Sirius Black hiding, he raised his wand, and there was a silvery white light, and then the cold wave completely subsided and the train continued to move." Hermione described what she saw.

Harry chewed the chocolate in silence, he didn't really care much about it, he just wanted to hear some clues about the female voice from other people, but he was disappointed.

Everyone's expressions were ugly, and Ginny sobbed softly, while Neville muttered, "It's scary, I have the worst memory."

"It's as if all the happiness is leaving you," Ron replied, but he punched Harry: "Your spells are awesome, Harry! We can teach Malfoy a lesson when the thought of him hitting Get out and I feel happy and come back."

"It's not my role..." Harry shook his head, regaining his strength. "What is that cloak monster?"

"I'm guessing Dementors, I've seen things like that in comic books, like rotten pieces of cloth without bones," Ron described.

Harry looked at Hermione. Among the three, Ron was the most familiar with the magic world, but he knew very little. Although most of Hermione's knowledge was read from books, it could provide more accurate information.

Hermione recalled seeing the information: "Dementors are the guardians responsible for guarding Azkaban, they feed on positive human emotions - especially happy emotions, regular spells don't work on them, magic known to work Only the Patronus Charm."

"The Patronus? Professor Hepp's Swift, and Professor McGonagall's cat?" Harry asked.

"That's right."

"That's right."

Hermione and Ron said separately that Hermione had seen the Patronus Swift, Ron had seen the Patronus Cat, and Harry was no stranger to either.

After that, no one spoke. After ten minutes, the train stopped.

But they didn't wait for Professor Lupin, "Come on, he should get out of the car first."

hall.

Hagrid was dressed formally, in a big suit, and his hair and beard were well groomed: "How do I look, Felix?"

"……Excellent."

With tears in his eyes, Hagrid switched his umbrella to the left, took a dirty handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the corner of his eyes. "It's great... I've been looking forward to this day."

Not only will he be named Professor of Fantastic Beasts today, but he will also be swept away - Dumbledore has submitted a complete chain of evidence, from the monster in the Chamber of Secrets, the murderer, and the testimony of Myrtle herself, which the Ministry of Magic has not For any reason, the ban had to be revoked fifty years ago.

Hagrid was "suspected of Myrtle's murderer" and received two punishments: being fired and having his wand broken, and some even suggested that he be sent to Azkaban, which was spared because of Dumbledore's mediation.

And now that the ban is lifted, he can use his wand in a fair manner.

Felix looked at the big red umbrella in his hand, "Is your wand hidden here? I've wanted to say it for a long time, great idea of ​​hiding."

Hagrid raised his hand. "Dumbledore helped me fix it. I've always had scruples, you know...my wand, in theory, has been broken by the Ministry of Magic."

Felix looked at him with a strange expression, and he said softly, "Dumbledore fixed your wand? The one that was broken?"

"He's a real all-rounder, isn't he?" said Hagrid cheerfully.

"Yeah, that's right." Felix agreed.

After a while, Hagrid walked out of the auditorium to welcome the new students, and the professors were doing their final preparations. Professor McGonagall is communicating with a kitchen house-elf about the dinner.

"It's all set, Professor."

"Very good, thanks for your hard work."

It didn't take long for the young wizards from the second to seventh grades to pour in, and the auditorium was full of people. Felix felt as if there were hundreds of baboons shouting excitedly.

But his eyes fell on a wizard—

He was wearing a tattered robe with patches on the corners and corners, suggesting the poverty of his master; he looked worn out, perhaps just out of a trouble; his face was still young, but in the brown hair Already mixed with white hair...

Professor McGonagall walked up to the wizard, welcomed him warmly, and led him to the teacher's chair.

A fierce look of hatred fell on the wizard, and Felix saw the silver fork in Snape's hand bent in half from the corner of his eye.

Professor McGonagall introduced the wizard to the professors, but she avoided Snape.

Soon, she came to Felix.

"Felix, this is Remus Lupin, a former student of mine, and he's a very kind, gentle man, and you'll get along well," said Professor McGonagall.

Felix and Lupin looked at each other, and a trace of inquiry flashed in their eyes.

Felix curled his lips and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Professor Lupin, I heard Professor McGonagall mention you before. You should be her best student?"

Lupin also held out his hand, "I'm just the most inconspicuous one. On the train, I heard a lot of rumors about Professor Hepp along the way..."

"Hopefully it's not some outlandish remarks."

"No, how could it be? They praise you so much that I'm a little jealous."

The two held their hands together until Lupin voluntarily released them.

Soon, Hagrid appeared with a freshman who looked like a chicken in soup. Felix was surprised that it was not Professor McGonagall who presided over the sorting ceremony. He looked around and did not see her.

Professor Flitwick held the Sorting Hat and a roll of parchment, with a small round stool floating behind him.

He passed the freshmen in turn, and as they waved their wands, the freshmen found their wet clothes dry and comfortable, as if they had been baked by the midday sun.

"Get in a row and follow me."

The little wizards stepped forward according to their surnames and waited for the sorting, but they were greeted first by the songs carefully crafted by the Sorting Hat, and the young freshmen were dumbfounded watching the Sorting Hat singing emotionally.

This may be the most impressive Hogwarts has left them so far.

Sorting begins.

"Newman Balk."

"Gryffindor!"

"Oliver Dayner."

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Grantham Foley."

"Ravenclaw!"

"Astoria Greengrass."

"Slytherin!"

"Romilda Vanney."

"Gryffindor!"

...

At the end of the sorting ceremony, Felix noticed Harry and Hermione slipping from the corner to the Gryffindor seats, and Professor McGonagall showed up later.

Then Headmaster Dumbledore got up to speak, his welcome speech as succinct as ever.

After stepping into the topic, he solemnly explained the existence of dementors, "They will be stationed at all entrances of the school to perform official duties of the Ministry of Magic. During their stay, no one is allowed to leave the school without permission."

"Dementors don't accept any tricks and deceptions - including the Invisibility Cloak, and they can't tell the difference between justification and excuse, so don't give them any chance of harming you. Prefects and the two student council presidents, make sure that any Students do not conflict with dementors."

After the little wizards digested this information, Dumbledore happily introduced the two new professors, in his words-

The former is "Professor Lupin who generously filled the vacancy in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class", and the latter is "Rubber Hagrid, who also serves as a professor of the protection of magical creatures in addition to his duties as a guard of the Forbidden Forest."

At the same time, Dumbledore expressed sympathy and apology for Hagrid's unjust injustice, "We have ignored this for half a century, and it is time to correct this mistake."

Hagrid stood up and waved excitedly, a stream of red sparks flying from the tip of his umbrella, and the students responded enthusiastically, with applause from the Gryffindor seats especially loud.

"We should have known!" Ron yelled, pounding the table hard. "Who else would let us get a book that bites?"

After the dinner, the students filed out of the auditorium, accompanied by lively discussions.