A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the late afternoon, a brand-new poster was hung on the bulletin board, and the title on it could be read from a distance - Rune Club Recruitment Brochure!

A group of little wizards surrounded the bulletin board, and an enthusiastic student read it aloud so that those behind could also hear—

"We are recruiting the first batch of members of the Rune Club, and the requirements are as follows (choose one of the following three, choose the best):

1: Roughly master thirty practical ancient runes (the degree to which magic puppets can be repaired), or master one practical ancient rune (see the figure below);

2: Complete an alchemy item independently;

Three: Complete a seven-foot-long thesis based on "Exploration of Ancient Runes" (alternative bibliography is attached);

Selection time: the morning of the last Saturday of this month; Location: Ancient Rune Classroom;

- Rune Club Head: Felix Hepp, September 7, 1993. "

Below the poster, is a dynamic picture and a long list of books.

Harry, Ron and Hermione squeezed to the front of the crowd, looking carefully at the words and patterns on them.

"I think the first requirement is the easiest to meet." Ron stared at the end of the first item above and said, "It's the last sentence, you only need to be proficient in one practical ancient rune."

His words drew a round of approval.

"That's not it!" Hermione retorted sharply, pointing to the GIF on the bottom left of the poster - a little wizard holding a rune symbol, but the symbol turned into a flame - " It is the hardest of all the requirements, on the contrary, I think the third requirement is the easiest."

"Are you kidding me, Hermione! That's a seven-foot paper, seven feet!"

"I'm fine with my eyes, Ron. In fact, I've written longer papers."

Many students recognized the assistant of this ancient rune class, especially for students who have taken ancient rune for more than a year, they are very familiar with this witch (handwriting).

In private, many people complained that the second-year Granger was the professor of the ancient rune class, because her delicate and neat handwriting often appeared in the homework of this class and spanned five grades.

"Miss Granger, I hope you can explain the meaning and difficulty of each item in detail." Seventh grade Percy appeared with a badge on his chest symbolizing the president of the Boys Student Union, and his tone was reserved. And formally: "Your words will be a powerful reference."

Ron bit Harry's ear and said, "Look at him, he looks like a spokesman for the Ministry of Magic, except he's missing a protruding belly."

Harry glanced at Percy, then thought about the image of Uncle Fernon's belly on Percy, and he couldn't help laughing.

Hermione saw that everyone was looking at herself, "Oh, of course." She said nervously: "Hai, ahem! Professor Haipu's Rune Club places more emphasis on practical Rune, and his three requirements are basically It's all about that."

"The first item is to examine the mastery of practical runes. As far as I know, I mean that I have read your homework. Many people above the fifth grade meet the requirements, except for the last sentence!"

"You all understand the second rule, but if you want to meet the professor's standard, you must use more alchemy symbols and practical runes;"

"The third item is to examine the understanding of practical Rune. I personally think it is the easiest way, and it is the best choice for students under the fifth grade..."

After more than ten minutes, Hermione got out of the crowd and found Harry and Ron who were waiting in the distance.

"My God, it's the first time I've been treated so warmly!" said Hermione, whether she was happy or annoyed.

Ron muttered, "I'd like to exchange with you."

"Come on, let's go to the Great Hall for dinner first," Harry said.

At this moment, a voice interjected—

"So, you Muggleblood just got in the limelight!" Draco Malfoy appeared at some point, with a sick look on his face, and next to him were Pansy Parkinson, and two people who couldn't be shaken. Followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Shut up, Malfoy! You'd better think about it for your dad and explain it to your Death Eater friends," said Ron contemptuously.

Draco's expression darkened, and Ron poked his sore spot. After three days of deliberation since he was mute last Tuesday, his father sent a stern letter forbidding him to bring up any subject with the word Dark Lord.

‘Erase this person from your memory, you know! Otherwise I'll take you back. ' A line in the letter says so.

Draco ignored Ron, looked at Harry and said, "If I were you, I'd just go see that big idiot, maybe you'll only see him in Knockturn Alley."

Harry said without hesitation, "Hagrid won't be fired."

"Wait and see, Potter." He sneered, and said to Hermione, "You Muggle-born are only a little smart, what else do you have but rote memorization?"

"I know a lot, do you want to try it?" Hermione said a weird syllable, and a light halo appeared on her palm.

"She is still on the 2nd grade 'Answer Parchment' ranking list, first in all subjects, yeah, it doesn't matter to you... oh, yes, she may still be your examiner, if you also If you want to join the Rune Club," Ron sneered at him.

Draco felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly, and he said slowly: "It's a pity, it seems that you have a prize from the Daily Prophet at home, which makes you obviously more confident..."

"Draco, don't pay attention to these inferior people, my grandfather's servants are richer than his family, and calling them pure blood is the greatest humiliation I have ever suffered in my life." Pansy Parkinson pulled proudly. he left.

Ron frowned and said incredulously, "Are they sick, why are they annoying every time they show up?"

Even after dinner and back in the common room, Ron was still struggling with this, "ruining my day, Hermione, I mean it, if you're one of the examiners for the selection...hey ! Keep your cat away from me!"

Less than three feet from him, a big ginger cat with a face that looked like it was squashed was leaning over, staring fixedly at his pocket.

Hermione picked up her cat unhappily, "Crookshanes, be nice." She sat on the other side of the small round table.

Harry looked down at a piece of parchment with various names on it, and various lines were drawn between the names.

Hermione glanced at the content above, and said worriedly, "Harry, are you still struggling with that fugitive?"

"I just can't figure out how my father would choose someone like that as his best man!" Harry hammered the table angrily, and even after almost a week, he couldn't forget his anger.

Hermione reassured him, "Many people change, Harry."

Ron asked curiously: "I remember you said on Saturday that you were going to find Professor Lupin for information. What happened?"

Harry said gloomily: "I didn't see him. Professor Lupin was sick. I knocked on the door for a long time before he answered me in a hoarse voice."

"But he didn't say no to you, did he? Try again when you get a chance, right after class, or the next weekend," Ron suggested.

Harry nodded, he thought so too. There was originally a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, but Professor Lupin looked too haggard. He was afraid that the professor would suddenly faint during the class, so he was really embarrassed to ask.