A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"How did you know?" Harry asked Hermione the question.

"Er—that's it," said Ron hesitantly, as if stung by a Billywig bug. "Collins seems to have mentioned it to me at dinner—"

"Like?" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

"I—I didn't hear it, it was too loud," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the seriousness, "I just thought of when Hermione said put the debris in something. already."

Hermione looked pissed, and Harry couldn't help but look at Ron sympathetically. Fortunately, at this time, the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Neville came in. "Hi Harry, Ron, hello, uh, Hermione was there too...I heard some talk in the lounge, it was going to be really bad...but you didn't come back last night, I knew it had to do with you, And I think you guys should need this..."

He raised the two sets of clothes that were bulging in his hands and approached a little, then his eyes widened, staring at the broken golden egg in his sight, speechless.

"Very well, you've come at such a good time, we're just in need of a dress," Harry said happily, stepping up to take it, "Uh--sit whatever, Neville, take care not to press On the golden egg pieces, we're not sure if we need to put them back together."

Hermione's mouth bulged, pulling the only useful shard away. "See you in the library." She slid out of the ward quickly.

At this point, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and started getting dressed. Neville sat nervously on Ron's bed, staring straight at the shards, which looked as if they had been treated quite roughly. "So, is that true?"

"Oh, what?" Harry asked, slipping a sweater over his head.

"I heard from Li Jordan that Professor Moody was actually a dark wizard in disguise to steal your golden eggs. You and Ron beat him away last night..."

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other. Harry, with one sleeve still drooping, said decisively: "Except the first sentence is true, everything else is nonsense."

Ron got dressed, patted Neville's shoulder, and said, "Man, the real Professor Moody is in the intensive care unit not far from here, maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" Neville showed a moving expression, and he immediately stammered: "I'm joking, don't ask..."

Neville shook his head. "I won't ask. But I wanted to see him. He was very nice to me, remember? He gave me the copy of The Amazing Aquatic Plants of the Mediterranean and Their Properties."

"What if it was from the Death Eater?" Ron guessed. "Listen to me, Neville. Moody's got planted this time, and was tricked by You-Know-Who, who took turns teaching us with the Death Eater. , so the professors didn't find out. Now no one knows which class is the real Moody's for us--" As he spoke, he suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "Damn it! I I mean, which professor dares to cast the Unforgivable Curse on us?"

Neville looked stunned, completely unaware that this would involve the You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters.

Ron vented and calmed down. He said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will be better for us in the new semester, but it's hard to say... He may not be able to come back."

The speaker didn't intend, Harry's heart suddenly thumped, if Professor Moody couldn't teach them next semester, the school must find them a new teacher, even if it was a temporary one, just like the second-year Professor Belby did. .

Harry thought about it for a second, then to the question of the curse that Ron had asked him about. But Professor Belby is fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He couldn't bear the accidental consequences of Sirius, and although he didn't know he had a godfather for the first thirteen years of his life, he hadn't even heard of it, but he found that he couldn't live without him now.

Harry couldn't make up his mind for a moment, not knowing whether to tell Sirius or not. There was something he really wanted to say, his godfather was too boring. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old man of the Muggle community, the rest of his mind was on him. Sirius should have his own life, such as finding a share. A job, or a home or something...

"Harry, Harry!" Ron exclaimed in his ear.

"Oh—what?" Harry looked up to find both Ron and Neville looking at him.

Ron shrugged. "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit that powder keg... What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing," said Harry quickly, "I mean—of course, I agree."

"You agree?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Yeah, we should go and see Professor Moody, he doesn't look like he's related," said Harry, pretending to be lighthearted, deciding to postpone the matter until Sirius asked.

...

At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the oak gate in boredom, holding a green gift wrapping strap in his hand. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy surrounded him.

"Didn't you fill out the application for staying in school?"

Draco's nose wrinkled, "I don't know either. Dad suddenly asked for it, so let's talk to Professor Snape in advance." He looked back in the direction of the auditorium from time to time. A chance encounter with Professor Haipu, and then he was sent aside.

He swung the strap in his hand—it was pulled from the gift box. He always felt that his father looked at him with a complicated look when he came over, and there was a taste of hating iron and not steel, but he didn't do anything recently, he should have He was wrong.

"...Yes, the traces that night were particularly strong... It faded after that, about the same as a dozen years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered, taking advantage of the opportunity to exchange canes, his two gray eyes couldn't see. Looking around.

"I see. If there is any change, you must notify me in time." Felix said happily.

Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should take care of your own business." He turned away, a cold smile on his face, and when he walked over to Draco, his son was stunned. Looking at him worriedly.

"Dad, what's the matter, you—"

"Didn't I tell you to touch less of the things you shouldn't touch?" Lucius grabbed the green strap and threw it aside. He was very angry when he saw his son, but there were some things he couldn't say clearly, especially when it came to the Dark Lord's diary and the agreement with Hepu, so he could only find fault with other things.

"There are three warriors your age, why not you?"

Draco felt wronged, "Dad, that's Potter and they don't know how to cheat!"

Lucius gave him a sidelong glance, swapped the cane to his right, and pulled Draco away with his left.

The rest of Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy looked at their backs. Pansy said hesitantly, "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry, and Draco hasn't caused any trouble recently?"

She looked at Crabbe and Goyle suspiciously. "Is it your trouble?"

The two quickly shook their heads.

At this time, Felix came over with a newspaper, the three of them called the professor and left in a hurry. Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps. He could see Malfoy and his son at the end of his line of sight. What Lucius said to Draco, Draco looked very unconvinced.

Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand, and the black mark on the headline was very conspicuous. The headline on the newspaper reads in blood-red text—

"Death Eaters still at large? Or is Mysterio making a comeback? 》

"It is reported that Barty Crouch, director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and in charge of two major international events (the Quidditch World Cup and the Tournament), was attacked by unknown persons at home last night. The scene was chaotic. Crouch is nowhere to be seen, and the old house has been turned into ruins.

The most terrifying thing was the black mark hanging high in the air at the scene. All the staff of the Ministry of Magic who rushed to the scene lost their voices. A rude-looking female official with a full face was directly slumped on the ground in fright. When the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, he did not get any useful information, but was insulted for no reason. Reporters later learned that the female official had been demoted for poor work and trying to drive out Dementors to cover up a scandal at the Ministry of Magic involving the brother of a dark hero who had silently resisted Mysterio during the war For details, please refer to Chapter 7 of the new book "Going Against Black Terror" by Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent of this newspaper...

No one who lived through that horrific war will ever forget what the Dark Mark stands for, but in the fourteenth year when You-Know-Who died, the war ended, and we won the Quidditch World Cup for the first time in nearly three decades. When the championship, and the success of excavating the hegemony from history and giving it a new meaning, makes the people rejoice, we have to rethink a question: Are we really free from the shadow of war? Or maybe this is just the horn of another war?

It's a pity the Ministry of Magic has not been as good as it could have been during this emergency, and if some of us still miss the reign of some unnamed fiend, our Ministry of Magic is still unimpressed. Knowing nothing, and instead pouring a lot of energy into the trivial potions collaboration and complacent - I can almost say that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.

As of the time of publication, the latest news for this reporter is that Mr. Barty Crouch has not suffered an accident. He is receiving medical treatment in secret. The young official speaking on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to give more information. He just He has repeatedly claimed that he is busy with work, to replace Mr. Crouch with a large backlog of things before.

About Barty Crouch's resume, see the fourth page of this newspaper, which has a detailed introduction. Finally, if you want to learn more about a man you can't even name and his nefarious gang, be sure to check out our reporter Rita Skeeter's new book, Going Against Black Horror, on January 1st Sign the sale at Lihen Bookstore, support owl mailing, the specific method..."

"That's all, there's rubbish in the back," Hermione said, looking up from the newspaper.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, stunned for a while, and Ron suddenly laughed out loud, "She-she doesn't know that person is still alive, does she? Otherwise, she would never have the guts to choreograph the mystery. people……"

Harry and Hermione laughed too, they both knew what kind of person Rita Skeeter was.

At the moment, they were sitting at a table by the window in the library, with two large stacks of books placed near the aisle, to avoid the sharp eyes of Mrs. Pince, the librarian, and Harry used the less-skilled Quietly curse, so that their voices will not be too loud.

Ron collapsed with laughter, lying on the table, slamming his fist on the table. "Ouch... It goes against the black terror... I think she is rushing to raise hatred." After laughing enough, he said solemnly: "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "We can't reveal...you know, we promised Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Well," said Ron regretfully, "I guess she won't believe it either. Instead, she will treat us as those who spread rumors and throw the letter in the trash... Maybe Dumbledore has already told Fudge."

"It's possible." Hermione nodded, agreeing with him.

Harry took the newspaper and turned to the fourth page. Sure enough, he saw Mr. Barty Crouch's resume, which was very detailed, even including his family, which was more convenient for Harry.

"Look here," he said, pointing to a line of small print, "Barty Crouch had a promising future and was the closest person to the position of Minister of Magic, but because of the birth of a Death Eater son in the family, his reputation plummeted. I had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as the director, and within a few years, not only did my son die in Azkaban, but even my wife, who had been in bad health, died not long afterward..."

Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yeah, we all know who Voldemort's spy was, the thing is...he's dead in the official records."

"This is, this is incredible, could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully.

"You said he used his power for personal gain?" Hermione said sharply.

After thinking about it for a while, they couldn't think of any other possibilities. The most important thing was that Ron said, "That's his son." In the end, they had to think that Barty Crouch made a certain In this way, he deceived Azkaban and revised the official records.

For a while, they had mixed feelings about Barty Crouch lying in the school hospital. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled the law behind his back and let go of a heinous Death Eater. The Death Eater has found his greatest backer, and he can help his former master make a comeback.

Seeing that the atmosphere was serious, Hermione took out a piece of parchment from the book "The Fifth Element Controversy" and handed it to Harry and Ron.

Harry looked at what looked like poetry in his hand and said the first line: "Look for us, where our voices sound - what is this?"

"Information deciphered from the golden egg," said Hermione briefly.

Harry and Ron widened their eyes, put their heads together, and read the above:

'Look for us, where our voices sound,

We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, keep in mind the key points:

purple represents strength;

blue represents wisdom;

Gold represents growth.

Hurry up, crisis is everywhere;

Carefully weighed, the choice is inevitable.

When gold overflows,

you will see each other,

Come back fully loaded. ’

Harry and Ron took a deep breath, staring blankly at the things above.

"Intuition tells me that the second project must be difficult." Ron said pessimistically.

Harry felt the same way, and tried to decipher the content: "Well - look for us, where the voices sound, there's no way to sing on the ground. So, the second project is in water? Black lake?"

Hermione nodded cheerfully, "I think so too. Go on, let's compare our thoughts."

"Well, then the next sentence, obviously asking us to find something, should it be three, or three?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione just pursed her lips and smiled and refused to reveal any information.

"Well, whatever it is, they're different anyway. Strength, wisdom, and... growth? Some kind of test, I guess. The last two sentences are just a reminder to be careful, and it's weird when it comes to choices... Finally golden Overflowing, we'll see each other, which means we're going to be separated? Only when this condition is met can we meet again?"

Harry's eyes widened as he deduced the clue, three pairs of eyes looking at each other.

Ron let out a whimper.

At this moment, a silver, small swift passed through the window of the library and landed lightly in front of them. The patron saint of swifts opened his mouth, and Professor Haipu's voice came from inside——

"Harry, at eight o'clock tonight, come to my office, you are alone."

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