A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry never expected that he would hear the name of the company "Future World" many times over the next two days.

On the third morning, he, Ron and Hermione hurried to the Rune Club, because there was only a week left, and every member of the club felt a sense of urgency, even Harry and Ron, who had been restrained before, He also had the patience not to go to Hogsmeade for the last time of the semester.

Of course, this is also related to some real hidden worries pointed out by Hermione, "This kind of opportunity is not easy to find - if it does not meet the expectations of the professor, not only will the professor send a letter to the family, but even the next school year. Chances are a question mark. You don't want to see Malfoy smug, do you?"

Harry had to admit that Hermione's last words succeeded in moving him, as did Ron.

"Look at his arrogance, he has completely forgotten about Buckbeak!" Ron was indignant.

As Draco Malfoy left the classroom yesterday to show them off his progress, Ron chose to fight back with news of Buckbeak's victory, but Malfoy didn't remember the name at all, sarcastically saying: "This Is it a doll you made yourself, little Ronnie?"

A few Slytherin students laughed, and because of George's mistake, the whole club knew what Ron's nickname was.

...

They came to the rune club's stronghold, Hermione sketched a rune in the air with her fingers, stuck it to the door, the door opened silently, and when the three entered the house, the door behind them closed automatically up.

Professor Heppe was sitting on the sofa and was chatting with Neville. Hermione, who was sharp-eyed, saw that Neville handed the professor an invitation card interwoven with gold and red patterns.

"I got it, Neville," said the professor.

Neville smiled shyly at Harry and the others, poked his fingers into the stone basin next to him, and his whole body was sucked in. Harry began to imagine the scene of a Professor Hepp suddenly appearing when he landed from the air.

Harry and Ron entered the space in the stone basin one after another, and Hermione stayed at the end, looking at Felix, obviously having something to say.

"Sit down, Granger."

Hermione sat next to him. "Can I talk to you, Professor?"

"Of course, you have already walked their way ahead of time. I designed this teaching process with reference to your learning progress." Felix said with a smile, he leaned over and let his palm brush over the stone basin, and sprinkled a little bit with his fingertips. Ray, "Okay, no one will hear our conversation."

Hermione pulled out the time-turner hidden in her clothes and said hesitantly, "Professor, do you think I should turn it in?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I broke my agreement with Professor McGonagall and used it outside of my studies. She trusted me so much, if she knew—" Hermione said sadly.

"Miss Granger," Felix added, "do you think it's just me and you? Maybe two of your best friends?"

Hermione's eyes widened: "Professor, you mean, there are other people who know, know--" Her hands and feet became cold, and on the day of the Battle of the Covered Bridge, she violated at least hundreds of laws enacted by the Ministry of Magic .

"Let's do a simple recap of what we did that day: we did trick the time, or more accurately, just made up a piece of history."

Felix said calmly: "In order to wait for the picture you mentioned, even if they encountered crises several times, I never showed up and kept watching, the closest was less than a foot away from Harry... until Your experience became everyone's experience, and I started to guide Harry, and he successfully cast a powerful Patronus, and then the next thing happened."

Hermione nodded, the professor had told her this, and she agreed.

Felix continued: "But there's a loophole here - I'm out of the blue. For those of you who know that you have a time-turner, it's easy to deduce a lot from this tiny detail, like Headmaster Dumbledore, like Professor McGonagall..."

"What about the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione held her breath.

"Aurors shouldn't be aware of such a secret thing, at least they can't think of you, but Fudge... I don't know if his head full of power desires can think of it, but he can't verify it." Felix Si spread his hands and said.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not trying to scare you, I'm telling you something you ignored. So, if Professor McGonagall pretends not to know, you don't have to say everything, it will embarrass you all... But I suggest you Give up some electives and you've had a very tired year."

Hermione bit her lip, her expression very tangled, she calculated in her heart, she had given up divination, as long as she gave up another class, she could have a normal class schedule, and she already had the answer in her heart.

She had chosen Muggle studies because she thought it would be fascinating to see ordinary people from the perspective of the wizarding world, but after a year, despite the novelty, she realized that in some common sense, the professors in this class were not as good as She knew more, and the ideas in the textbook were quite old and pedantic, not as good as what Professor Hepp's book had brought her.

"Professor, I figured it out, I will return the time switch to Professor McGonagall."

Later today, she has an opportune moment—at Professor Lupin's farewell party.

...

When the day's study was over, Harry heard Percy and Penello talking quietly as they walked out of the classroom.

"Penello, how are you thinking?"

Penello said hesitantly: "I want to do something meaningful. The future world you are talking about is just a newly established company, maybe just a small shop?"

"It's enticingly advertised, isn't it?"

"Maybe it's just big talk..."

"No, look at its pay, fifty Galleons a month, which is a lot higher than the Ministry of Magic's staff, I can't get the money—"

"I didn't choose my job for the money!" Penello said angrily.

"I know, I know, but this also means that this company is very sincere and lacks people," Percy tried his best to persuade his girlfriend: "Don't make a decision in a hurry, Penello. When the holiday is over, I'll go take a look with you, just in Diagon Alley..."

In the evening, Harry came to Professor Lupin's office.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office was moved to the third floor. Harry had always suspected that the battle between Professor Lupin and Snape had destroyed the original room. On the day of the duel match, he saw a flash in Professor Hepp's eyes. , the picture of two people confrontation.

But neither Professor Lupin nor Heap would admit it, and he really didn't have the guts to ask Snape - the result was predictable, he'd get fifty points and a week of confinement.

Lupin's office door was open. He has packed most of the stuff. Grindylow's empty water tank stood beside his battered trunk, which was open and nearly full.

"I saw you coming," Lupin said with a smile, pointing to a piece of parchment on the table that Harry leaned over to realize it was a Marauder's map. This map went round and round and returned to his maker.

Lupin said: "Professor Hepp gave it back to me a few days ago. He has cracked the secret above. Sirius and I agreed that it should belong to you."

"For me?" Harry said in surprise.

"You're as restless as James, and I dare say you, Ron and Hermione will find a place for this map. If James' son never discovered any secret passages in the castle , James will be disappointed."

"But the secret passage has been blocked..."

"Just the secret passage to Hogsmeade," Lupin added. "There is more to the secret passage in the castle than that."

Harry smiled and picked up the map, looked at it carefully for a while, but couldn't find Professor Hepp's name, he grinned, and the professor really cracked the secret of Marauder's map.

He tucked the map into his pocket and saw the newspaper with a corner folded beside it. The job information on that page caught his attention, and he read it carefully—

‘Future World welcomes you to join us!

We are recruiting for the whole society, regardless of background, depending on ability. Anyone who is far beyond ordinary people in any three fields of ancient rune, alchemy, magic spell, transformation, magic theory, and Muggle research can write to apply for a position. remuneration.

The company is committed to engaging in practical research on magic to create a better life for all wizards.

Join the future world, join the future. We look forward to hearing from you.

Another: Because the company will involve the improvement and transformation of a large number of Muggle items, those with relevant life experience are preferred. ’

Harry put down the newspaper and hesitated, "Professor Lupin, are you going to..."

"Ah, you said this," Lupin tightened his old suitcase, raised his head and said, "After leaving Hogwarts, I didn't know what to do for a while, and I happened to see the information on it...I thought, If I can apply for it, even if I only work for a few months and get kicked out, it will be a lot of money.”

Harry felt sorry for Professor Lupin, not a sudden strong emotion, but like an undercurrent under calm waters, poking his heart with an irreversible, faint sadness.

Professor Lupin has been carrying the identity of a werewolf all his life, hiding in XZ, staying in one place for less than half a year, and after leaving Hogwarts, he will also lose a stable source of wolf poison.

"You'll make it!" Harry encouraged him loudly.

Lupin was surprised for a second or two, then smiled: "Don't worry about me, Harry." But he didn't give a reason, maybe because there was no reason to say, he put the suitcase in the corner and took care of himself robe, "Let's go."