A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After the Easter holiday, the weather is getting brighter every day. Standing on the top of the castle and overlooking the Forbidden Forest is a large area of ​​green that makes people very comfortable. Under the willows, enjoy the warm sunlight.

Of course, this leisure only belongs to students who have completed their homework.

"I've had enough! We're only in fourth grade, why do we have to do so much homework?" Seamus complained loudly. "Professor McGonagall can't get it wrong, right?"

"No," Dean said pessimistically. "She said last class that we should move the fifth-grade career counseling to fourth-grade so we'll be more motivated to learn."

"Oh..." Seamus let out a strange cry, "Forgive me." He said dissatisfiedly, "We are still three full years away from graduation."

"Well, in fact, the professor is also for our own good," Neville said with a sip of saliva. "Don't forget that next year the school is going to implement the grade assessment for the fifth and seventh grades. The fifth grade must master the Apparition, and the seventh grade must master Apparition. —"

"What if I can't pass?" Seamus asked anxiously.

"Naturally, it's the Christmas holidays, the Easter holidays, and the last time after the exam every year." Dean said with his fingers crossed, Seamus's expression changed immediately, but Dean continued to add: "Also, professors We are still discussing putting the Disarming Charm and the Iron Armor Charm in other grades, but it has not been decided yet."

Seamus breathed a sigh of relief, he had mastered these two spells. He thought about it and asked, "Harry hasn't formed a duel study group for a long time?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "No way, they're going to prepare a third project. Honestly, they've got a long way to go. Even Ron has mastered Apparition."

...

The sun was shining brightly by the Black Lake, and the microwaves were sparkling, but classroom No. 7 was a different scene.

The sound of the blade sliding through the bushes sounded in the deep forbidden forest, and Ron walked forward cautiously, occasionally tripping over the twisted roots on the ground. The touch of the leaves under his feet was so real that he had long forgotten that it was all an illusion, and his nerves were extremely tense.

A rustling voice came from behind - Ron turned sharply back, "There are many obstacles!" he shouted, and the spell pinned the sudden appearance of the eight-eyed spider in place, and Ron turned and ran away.

"You should use the Exorcism Charm." Felix's memory floated in the air and said. At this time, Ron was hiding behind a big tree, carefully looking around, and was taken aback.

"I know," muttered Ron, "you might as well tell me where Harry and Hermione are."

"Oh, you said that, they were in the other direction." Felix's memory pointed him in one direction.

Ron looked suspicious, "You wouldn't want to trick me, would you?"

"I'm a professor." Memory said with a sneer, hugging his shoulders.

"Just a memory," Ron muttered under his breath. "Okay, trust you again."

ten minutes later.

"Ahhhh-"

Ron stumbled out of the fog, followed by a group of giant eight-eyed spiders the size of a carriage. He kept throwing the spider repelling spell behind him, shouting angrily as he ran, "You lied to me again!"

"I didn't, look ahead." Memory said with a smile.

Ron raised his head in his busy schedule and saw the dim light in front of him, and a hope rose in his heart. The "click, click" sound behind him was not so scary anymore, and there was another strength in his body, supporting him to run. After the last part of the road, he finally saw Harry——

Harry was leaning his back against a large tree, stepping on raised black stones, and chanting spells all around. The white flames - that was the Bright Fire Charm - formed a circular ring of fire around Harry to help him fend off the approaching spiders.

"Yeah." Ron patted his head, and the next second, the Light Rune and the Fire Charm combined in his hand to form a long flame, and he ran behind the flame, shouting: "Harry, I Here—" Harry raised his head and raised his wand in his direction, and the Spider Repelling Charm knocked the tarantula off Ron's back.

Ron rolled and climbed up the black stone.

"You've found a good place," said Ron, calming himself down and starting to use the Exorcism Charm to help Harry fill in the gaps.

"The good place is up there," said Harry sullenly.

"Hi, Ron." Hermione's voice came over their heads, and Ron looked up to see Hermione sitting sideways on the branches of the tree with their backs, smiling slyly. It dawned on him that the white flame was controlled by Hermione.

"How did you get up the tree, that's not good for escaping," said Ron.

"Oh, I'm practicing pretty well with my Banishing Charm, so try a new spell—" Hermione said. She stood on a high place and put her hand on her forehead and looked into the distance, "I seem to see Collins and the others, they are dealing with a big guy. Let's hurry up!"

She released the flame magic, and the tip of the staff deftly released a red light, and Harry and Ron also used the stun spell. Soon, the big spiders were stacked on the ground.

Hermione landed smoothly with a shock-absorbing spell. Then they headed in the direction Hermione had just pointed out, encountering all kinds of magical creatures along the way, "Wow!" Ron said in surprise, after freezing a patch of Cornish elves with a Freezing Charm, "I'm getting more and more The more I like it here.”

Harry grinned, and it was true, if it was just boring practice spells, he couldn't stand it. The time when he made the fastest progress, apart from the high-pressure training of Professor Hepu and the duel game of Sirius, was when he was in classroom 7.

As they walked along, they saw a roaming venomous beast, a large rhinoceros-like beast with thick gray hide that could defend against conventional spells, and whose horns were not only sharp, but also infused with an explosive Liquid, the three immediately hid behind the stone.

"Oh, go away," Ron whispered, staring at the little man next to the big horned beast—it was supposed to be a cub, far more lively than an adult horned beast, kicking and ramming a vending desk.

After waiting for a few minutes, the poison horn mother finally left with the little poison horn. They came out from behind the stone and picked a refreshing drink each on the unmanned vending table.

"I love this design," Ron said, grabbing two extra butterbeers and stuffing them into his pocket.

"It's fake," Hermione reminded him. "It's just a memory, and it disappears when you go out. And the original intention is to supply the ghosts in the school, so that the kitchen doesn't have to be specially stocked with rotting food."

"I know," Ron shrugged, "but you can't ask for more in classroom seven. I mean, while Professor Flitwick's memory provides a uniquely flavored marshmallow after a duel, but— —Well, every time you come out of there you think you're a fool."

"It's a baboon who can only swing a stick." Hermione said with a pursed mouth.

They used the Orientation Charm to confirm their orientation, and after a while, they managed to find Cedric's team.

"Need help?" Harry called from a distance.

"That couldn't be better," said a voice at their feet, startling them. Harry stared at what was grey-green in front of him - it was Roger Davis on the ground. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Obviously, I was poisoned by the manticore's tail hook," said Roger Davis, lying on the ground surrounded by a gray-green mist.

Harry and they looked at each other. Immediately rushed over to help, Cedric and Collins were very embarrassed, the skin of the human-headed manticore could almost repell all known spells, Cedric kept using polymorphism to change a chain, trying to wrap its legs. , and at the same time be careful to avoid the tail hook that cuts through the air.

Collins threw a cloud of black mist, and at the same time cooperated with the eye curse and smooth slide, trying to restrain this extremely dangerous beast.

Harry started to cast a powerful disarming spell, and the dazzling red light hit the manticore. He didn't know if it worked, but he liked the spell and was trying to incorporate the rune into it recently, but it has never been successful. The Manticore took two steps back, then swung its tail hook, and Harry's spell was reflected back and brushed against Cedric's hair.

"Great way to say hello," Cedric said, and Harry grinned and used the Rune Water Charm, which streamed down the manticore like cannonballs. "It's useless—" Cedric had just said Halfway through, Hermione had already used the Freezing Charm in conjunction, and the body of the Manticore quickly froze.

"Are you alright?" Ron just ran over, holding Collins, who was crumbling. Collins shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Be careful!"

A gleaming tail hook pierced Ron's chest. Ron blinked in disbelief. He didn't feel the pain, but the tail hook did penetrate his chest. Harry and Hermione shouted, watching Ron slow down. Slow down...

Two minutes later, Ron was sitting on the ground, with a gray-green fog constantly exuding from his chest - similar to Roger's appearance before, he said bitterly to Collins, who was also hooked, "Thank you for coming with me."

Collins rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't refuse the butterbeer that Ron offered, and they watched Cedric, Harry and Hermione still fighting in the distance.

Hermione used ancient magic, the golden flame turned into a flaming phoenix, flew down and pecked at the manticore with its sharp long beak. toss. But with the cooperation of the three - Harry used an excellent Mire Charm, the manticore's range of movement was significantly reduced.

The situation was tilted toward victory, and Roger Davis from a distance also climbed over to watch the excitement from a close distance, ready to cheer in victory, until another human-headed manticore came out from the depths of the forbidden forest. Next to it was a small scorpion-tailed beast.

The next picture is horrible. First Harry was trampled to death by the rampaging mother Manticore, then Hermione, and just a minute later, the six of them sat on the ground in the gray-green mist, watching the flamboyant Manticore family walk arrogantly .

"It's not our fault," Ron reassured them. "It's not a creature we can deal with in the first place. It's rated 5x at the Ministry of Magic, and it's far more dangerous than the eight-eyed spider. It tops those spiders one by one."

"Hopefully the judges at the Ministry of Magic think so," said Roger Davis. "But, uh, I heard that there is this thing in the Forbidden Forest, deep in the Forbidden Forest..."

"That's right," said Hermione. "Hagrid created the blast-tailed snail out of a man-headed manticore."

Cedric and Roger Davis don't look good.

"Don't worry, I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let us face an uncontrolled human-headed manticore," Hermione said with certainty, "it's too dangerous, the books say it just stings you lightly. , it could kill you, with no reaction time. The Ministry of Magic will surely learn from previous competitions, like the one in 1792…”

"Has she always been like this?" Collins whispered to Ron.

"Oh, uh." Ron shrugged and said stiffly. "Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?"

No one but Hermione felt that way, even though what she was saying was really what happened in history. They rested for a while, waited until the fog on their bodies dissipated, and separated from each other. Cedric intends to ask Professor McGonagall's memory about Transfiguration, while Collins prefers to discuss spell coordination with Professor Flitwick's memory.

Harry and the others stayed in classroom seven until evening until a group of ghosts passed them.

"Hello, Nick," Harry greeted "nearly headless" Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor. "Is it time for dinner?"

The ghost stopped. "Yeah, you better hurry up, otherwise the food will be gone." He looked at the tail of the ghost team and said to himself, "I have to hurry too."

"Let's get out of here," said Ron at once, stepping forward. At this point, Nick, who was almost headless, pulled him suddenly—through his arm, to be precise—and Ron's body suddenly stiffened.

"Oh, sorry, we'd better hide and wait for her to pass..." Nick said, almost headless.

"Wait for who-" Ron wanted to ask again, Harry and Hermione pulled him from left to right, hiding in the fog. Two seconds later, a pudgy ghost passed them, wearing thick, pearl-colored glasses that Harry guessed to hide the acne on her face—in while she was alive.

"It's Myrtle!"

"Shh—" Nick said nervously, almost headless, sticking his transparent finger to his mouth. From Harry's point of view, both Nick in front of him and Myrtle in the distance all look sneaky.

Myrtle was a poor ghost, and Harry felt sorry for her, even though the few brief encounters were not pleasant.

It's Voldemort's evil again... He stared at Myrtle's receding back and thought, this was Voldemort's first murder, just through the eyes of a basilisk.

Harry's expression became heavy. Throughout May, he tried his best not to think about whether Voldemort was a matter of life or death, and tried his best to prepare for the third project, but when he was alone in a daze, he couldn't help but recall information about Voldemort. . He stumbled across Hermione's notes, which mentioned Voldemort's childhood - he didn't know where Hermione got it, and he didn't want to ask, maybe it was Professor Hepp.

If Hermione had known that he was interested in these things, she would have persuaded herself not to think so much.

But Harry couldn't forget the notes in his notes: he showed outstanding magical talent before he entered school; was feared by his peers; withdrawn and indifferent; and... One day in 1937, he met a young Dumbledore and was allowed to enter Hogwarts reading.

How could Dumbledore not see through Voldemort's disguise? Harry thought angrily, and let him stay in the orphanage, maybe there would be nothing else. Wu's Orphanage, is that the name? Harry tried to remember, thanks to Uncle Fenon's more than one threat to send him to an orphanage, who was no stranger to orphanages in Surrey by name.

But when he thought about it, Voldemort shouldn't live in Surrey, and he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had fallen into the ice hole - it was Nick who reached out his hand to pull him again in a hurry, he backed quickly, and at the same time kept away from the ghost's outstretched arm, "What's wrong?"

"You were almost discovered." Nick, who was almost headless, said apologetically, they hid in the thick fog and listened to him explain: "Listen to me, the appearance of classroom 7 is the gospel of all the ghosts, and we can taste it again. When it comes to the taste of the food, although it can't be compared to when I was alive, after all, the taste is limited...but...it's already very good..."

"What does this have to do with Myrtle?" Ron asked incredulously, and he quickly stuck his head out of the thick fog. "She's gone."

"You know, as a ghost, she's not very involved in group activities... She's too introverted, and she's so brooding about her own death..." Nick said, almost headless, "We had a meeting, and the fat monk suggested that in Avoid her when you come to classroom 7, so that she will not be too frustrated to come."

"You guys are really considerate." Ron said in a vague manner.

"Thank you," Nick said happily, almost headless, waving them goodbye.

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked out, still discussing the matter along the way.

"They did it right, I mean, Room Seven is Hogwarts, and all ghosts have that power, don't they?" Hermione asked.

"We just had some disagreements about Myrtle's character," said Ron. "Introverted? She's bold in some ways..." He looked at Harry, who knew what he meant immediately.

It is said that one of Myrtle's hobbies was sneaking into the prefects' bathroom and peeking at the male prefects' baths, and Ron enthusiastically asked Cedric and Roger Davis about this, well, it was true .

They walked out of classroom 7 and into the auditorium, luckily in time for the last meal, Roger Davis waved at them across the Hufflepuff table, and Ron suddenly burst out laughing, "Ouch. —I think of Myrtle peeping —" Harry grinned, feeling much better.

Hermione on the side looked at them inexplicably. At this time, a group of owl messengers flew in, and the brown owl landed in front of Hermione with the "Sunday Prophet". Hermione opened the newspaper and scanned it quickly.

"Any news?" Harry asked.

"Oh, let's see..." Hermione said with her head lowered, "I'd actually like to see news about the 'future world', but given the bad news before, no news is the best... There you go! Li! Tar Skeeter's new book is on sale, it's a biography of Regulus," she said, looking up to Harry, "I should buy one and see what it says."

"When did you pay so much attention to her?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Oh, how to say it," Hermione smiled brightly, "I found out that she did some research, maybe a tenth of the truth?" She said uncertainly, "All you need to do is put the useful things to pick out.”

Harry has to admit that there is some truth to this, because the company 'Future World' was suddenly censored by the Ministry of Magic for "misuse of Muggle objects" and "illegal modification of Muggle objects", as well as "prone to expose the wizarding world" .

They were in a panic and kept writing letters to Ron's father, Percy, Remus, and Sirius to ask about the situation, but it disappeared within a few days, and it was Fudge who was revealed to have received a large bribe and Several pure blood families are involved.

During that time, Fudge's clarification of "fake news" and the news of new evidence were often seen in the same newspaper, and then there was less and less news about Future World.

It's all in one name, Rita Skeeter.