A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room a little dazed, until she saw Harry and Ron idling with a pair of Gobstone stones, and she didn't understand which of the three suggestions the professor gave him was better. Be more reliable.

'Maybe the professor was just joking? ' she thought to herself.

Ron pressed his whole face to the table, gesturing with the stones in his hand. "I think this one will work, Dean told me a Muggle marble trick—" He flicked his fingers, the stones in his hand. It flew out straight and drew an arc in mid-air.

The stone that belonged to Harry swelled violently, and a stinky, sticky liquid sprayed from it, coating Ron's face.

"Oh, damn it!" Ron wiped his face, his eyes clouded.

"Gentlemen, can you be more mature!" Hermione said angrily. She drew out her wand and said to Ron, "Clean up!" The mucus on his face disappeared immediately.

"Want a game, Hermione?" Ron said with a grin.

Hermione said sternly, "I don't spend my time on children's games."

Ron retorted: "This is not a child's game, my dad told me that there is an official Gobstone Club on the seventh floor of the Ministry of Magic, and they win honors internationally. Hogwarts actually has a Gobstone Club, only But you never pay attention..."

He looked at the expression on Hermione's face and stopped talking.

Harry changed the subject and said, "What did the professor say about the Barcobeak thing?"

"He gave me three suggestions," Hermione said, clasping her fingers. "First, postpone the hearing on the grounds of incorrect procedures, and change the department in charge of this case to the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures as much as possible;"

"Sounds good, exactly how to do it, is it to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic?" Harry said excitedly, which was much easier than going to the library to read a lot of boring precedents.

"Ordinary people can't do it. It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic will not take care of it." Hermione said: "Professor Hepp's suggestion is to get the support of a powerful figure, not afraid of the power of the Malfoy family, and preferably related to the field of magical animals. , familiar with the corresponding laws." Hermione said.

"How could someone like that know us," said Ron defiantly, picking up the Gobstone from the ground.

Harry thought about it seriously, he only knew Hagrid who was related to the realm of Fantastic Beasts.

"The second method, secretly let Bakcopic go." Hermione raised her second finger.

Harry was very moved by this suggestion, but he shook his head quickly: "The official letter from the Ministry of Magic said that Hagrid should be optimistic about Buckbeak. If he loses it, he will be in trouble. Malfoy must expect Hagrid to do this. , and then he can put Hagrid in jail."

He didn't quite understand Hagrid's fear of wizarding prisons in the past, but after dealing with Dementors a few times, he fully understood what Hagrid was thinking.

Hermione was noncommittal and gave her last suggestion: "Thirdly, let Lucius Malfoy withdraw the case." She hesitated, but still fully expressed Professor Hepp's words, "Professor may be joking at that time, you guys Just listen - he offered to ask Hagrid to ask Malfoy out to get Malfoy in. He also said he had limited support if we wanted to try this approach..."

Ron's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea, I already have a picture." He had only seen his father fight Malfoy last year, and now he just had to replace his father with the tall, burly Hagrid, and he muttered: " little chick..."

Harry miraculously understood what he meant - Lucius Malfoy really looked like an underdeveloped chick compared to Hagrid.

Hermione said sharply: "Professor must be joking!" As she spoke, she was a little uncertain, "Should it be a joke? But anyway, this method is too dangerous."

"Professor Hepp must be kidding us, because he knows you can't possibly agree with this approach." Harry said glumly: "It seems that, without going to the library, the only really feasible suggestion is the first one. —"

"But where can we find relevant figures of real power?"

"Maybe ask Hagrid?" Ron suggested. "He's got to know a friend or two with the same interests, right? He's a professor of the conservation of magical creatures."

"Wait a minute—" Harry stared at Ron suddenly, "You just said, professor of the protection of magical creatures?" He said in a low voice, "Hagrid only got this position this year, and you remember the last professor... Who is coming?"

"Professor Sylvanus Kettleborn," Hermione said without hesitation, "I heard he was retiring because he needed more time with his little rascal."

She was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Yeah, why didn't I expect that Hagrid must know Professor Kettleburn!"

...

Hogwarts kitchen.

Felix said gently to a house-elf, "I heard from Professor McGonagall, could you please send Christmas presents?"

"Yes, sir," said a house-elf in a uniform made of tea towels, bowing deeply, "but only within Hogwarts, and we can't leave easily because of our duties."

"No problem, I have already sent the gifts outside the school." Felix said in a relaxed tone, "Then I'll trouble you."

"It's our pleasure," said the house-elf.

Felix led the elf back to the office, pointed to a small pile of gift boxes in the corner and said: "It's all here. There are names on it, but there are not many people... But I don't know if you know the exact location. ."

"Rest assured, sir, we clean the rooms in the castle every day, and know the names of the wizards very well."

Felix nodded and smiled: "Thank you then."

The elf was busy with his work, and his figure kept disappearing and appearing. After a dozen times, he replied empty-handed: "It's done, sir."

Felix looked at him curiously. "Where did you put it? The foot of the bed?"

The elf replied: "I put some of the students' gifts at the foot of the bed to ensure that they can see it when they get up; but the professors can't, we are not allowed to appear in the professor's bedroom, so I put it in the office. under a small Christmas tree, or by the bedroom door."

Felix nodded, the same way he received the gift last year.

The elf said: "If there is nothing else, Uncle Yun will retire first."

"Uncle Yun is your name?"

"Yes, sir."

Felix took out a book from the ring, and some colored paper and ribbons flew out from the corners, they wrapped the whole book, and finally made a beautiful bow from the ribbon.

"This is your Christmas present, Uncle Yun."

"This, Uncle Yun can't want—"

"Take it, it's just a recipe from all over the world, but I've been looking for a chance to recommend it to you."

Uncle Yun bent down to take the gift, and glanced at him with wide eyes, "Thank you, sir." He gave a deep salute and suddenly disappeared.

Felix looked at the gift that belonged to him in the corner, nearly half of which had not been opened yet, and he decided to save the surprise for tomorrow.

Before going to bed, he deliberately left a window so that the owls could come and go freely. Then turned around and walked into the bedroom, looking forward to the arrival of Christmas the next day.