A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Early the next morning, the students packed their bags and huddled in the foyer waiting for the carriage to take them to the station. Harry, carrying the box in his left hand and the cage with Hedwig in his right, watched Madame Maxime and Fleur walk towards the lawn, where Beauxbatons' carriage was parked.

"Flour said she was going to find a job in England, and at this sensitive time...what was she thinking?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged, unable to answer the question either. Looking past everyone, Hermione and Krum were saying their final goodbyes. Krum said something, but Hermione shook her head in embarrassment.

"They're all in their last year of school, aren't they?" Harry realized suddenly.

"Yes, this shows that our trophies are full of gold." Ron said with satisfaction, "More importantly, counting the rewards given by the 'Future World' company, I have saved almost a thousand Galleons... This is a A lot of money," he said blushing.

"I heard you want to be an Auror?" Collins asked behind him, defiantly.

"Yeah." Ron said slowly, looking back at her.

"Then you have to work harder... or you will suffer when you go in," Collins said.

Ron was still pondering the meaning of the sentence, and Harry's eyes widened.

"Collins, you wouldn't have—"

"I'm glad you realized that, Harry." Collins squinted and smiled, which made her thick eyebrows stand out like two caterpillars, and she said happily: "I'm already an Come on, the letter that Ms. Burns wrote back to me herself—"

"It's impossible!" Ron shouted.

Collins proudly took out a letter from his pocket, "It was sent this morning...although it's a bit sloppy, but understandable, I think she must have been busy these days."

Harry stared dumbfounded at the note tossed in front of him, the words on it were beyond scribble, like a dog gnawed. The worst part was that Harry felt the handwriting was familiar.

Written by Sirius.

"Wait a minute—" Ron also found something, he squinted at the note, and seemed to be confirming.

Harry slapped Ron on the back in a hurry and said in a loud voice, "Collins, you admire Ms. Burns?"

Collins snorted twice and put away the note with satisfaction.

"Of course, my goal is to be the next Minister of Magic."

Then Hermione came back, just in time to hear the last words. She cleared her throat behind Collins. "So I have a competitor?"

Collins turned his head and looked at Hermione with scrutiny. "You want to be Minister of Magic too?"

There seemed to be sparks in the eyes of the two girls, and Harry and Ron, who were watching, shivered. Hermione tried to puff out her chest and looked at Collins.

"What do you think? Want to make history and be the first Muggle-born Minister for Magic?"

"Already there, Nobby Ritchie, he was the first," said Hermione without hesitation.

"That's the first female Muggle-born Minister for Magic?" Collins said immediately.

"I'm not very interested in this title, I just think that some things have to be done by someone..." Hermione stared at Collins' face and asked casually, "By the way, do you have a house-elf at home?"

"Yes," Collins said.

"How is your relationship?" Hermione asked immediately.

"Okay—" Collins was confused.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Then we already have some common language. I created an organization, um, temporarily closed... But if you're interested..." She pulled Collins to the corner.

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Shouldn't Hermione think—"

"Probably..."

They stared intently at Collins and Hermione's faces, and there was so much noise in the hallway that they couldn't hear what they were saying. Harry and Ron could only observe the expressions of the two girls. After a while, Hermione came over triumphantly.

"You made it?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Oh, how do you say it?" Hermione shook her head. "She's quite interested, but she's very resistant to that name."

"That's weird," said Ron dryly. "Why can't a house-elf rights society be called 'vomit'."

"I said it! It's not vomiting, it's S.P.E.W.!" said Hermione angrily.

At this time, a horse-drawn carriage without horses came towards them, and they hurriedly jumped into a carriage. Harry stared at the rod for a moment, "There's something there, isn't it? A horse called—er, Thestrals?"

It's strange that I hadn't noticed this for nearly four years before. But once he knew the name from the book, he could find a lot of anomalies - the faint gasping sound, the sound of hoofs stepping on the ground, obviously so obvious.

Hermione also stared at the empty space. The carriage began to advance under the pull of an invisible force.

"I've only seen this creature in pictures... Of course, I don't feel sorry, they don't have a good reputation... It's related to their characteristics, only people who have seen death can see them, maybe a kind of Unique stealth principle..."

"Luna can see Thestrals," Ron said suddenly, then explained, "I overheard Ginny."

Hermione stared at Ron and said sarcastically, "You don't shy away from it." She was still angry with Ron, and her tone was a bit aggressive at the moment.

"I didn't mean to." Ron shrugged. "It was not long after the Christmas holidays, and she planned to prepare Luna a birthday present..."

Harry suddenly remembered his experience at the 'Future World No. 1 Store' before school started. Luna had come with her father, and she had known her for so long that she never seemed to mention her mother.

"Hopefully we don't see it for the rest of our lives," Ron said hopefully, as he got out of the car, "although a little unlikely—I mean, hopeful!"

Harry and Hermione rubbed the corners of their lips.

The sky is cloudless, but the emotions of the three are a little melancholy.

They found an empty carriage on the train that had stopped early at Hogsmeade Station, and Harry put Hedwig's cage in the corner, as far away from Ron's piggy as possible - the piggy was so noisy that it affected Hedwig dozed off, Hermione's Crookshanks huddled in the empty seat next to her like a ginger cushion.

"Does Krum want to invite you to spend the summer with him?" asked Harry, who had heard Hermione mention it before.

"Yeah," said Hermione, "but I said no, you know, in this case..."

At this time, the door was pulled open from the outside.

Fred stuck his head out and asked playfully, "Want to play cards?" He ducked in. "Don't push me, George."

"I didn't—the door seems to be broken!" George slammed the door shut, making a bang bang.

"Ouch!" A scream came out almost in George's ear. The door was closed.

George stepped back in horror, staring at the door in amazement.

"There's something there," he said affirmatively.

Needless to say, the people in the box also noticed something unusual. Outside the glass window, a round, frightened face emerged from the air.

"It's Crabbe!" Harry cried, thinking of something, and immediately drew his wand and looked around, constantly searching for the air around him.

"What—" Ron and Hermione asked breathlessly, with a chunk of cauldron cake still in Ron's mouth. But a long tacit understanding made them draw their wands at the same time.

Handing out a half-flashing wand from the air, Harry's eyes widened and he said it too late, as if someone had lit a box of fireworks in the box, the spells were fired from different angles, the glare and the loud noise in the small space internal eruption.

When everything quieted down, Harry, Ron, and Hermione lowered their heads, staring at the unconscious Draco and Goyle in the corner, and Fred was squatting beside them to look at them.

"They seem to have used the Illusionary Charm, and as a result, they had a wonderful reaction to the curse on their bodies..."

Draco and Goyle were blue and purple, and all kinds of hairs and pustules grew out, looking miserable.

George opened the compartment door, glanced quickly to both sides, turned his head and said, "That fat boy ran away—who used the Hairy Charm?" he asked, looking at Draco on the ground.

"Me," said Harry.

"Wonderful effect, Fred, what do you think? Maybe we could develop a hairy man series?" he said decisively.

In the end, they put Draco and Goyle in the next car and came back to play explosive cards.

Fred and George were in high spirits, and in the fifth set Harry couldn't help but ask them, "Anything fun?"

"Are we obvious?" Fred and George looked at each other and asked in unison.

"Yeah, don't give a shit," muttered Ron, his face covered with notes. "We just need a little fun."

"Well, then," said George solemnly, "we can't wait."

"What can't wait?" Harry asked.

"A prank on the professor... Didn't we say we'd try it on the next professor's birthday?" Fred said with a smile, "but then on second thought, it would be a shame to have to wait a whole year."

"What did you do?" Harry asked, breathless. "The professor will find out."

"That's not necessarily true," Fred retorted. "We borrowed the method from "Little Wizard Mickey's Adventures"... The fright box, even the spring and the horror doll are hand-made, I don't believe he can still Find out in advance."

"What doll?" Ron was taken aback.

"No nose," Fred said without hesitation.

Ron coughed violently, and the cake crumbs flew around. "God, mysterious person?"

"You guessed it. Great idea, isn't it? We don't think it's going to be out of date in another year or two," George said with a grin.

Hermione looked up from the Magic Codex and looked at the twins in amazement. They could even come up with such a method. It must have taken a lot of thought...

At the same time, Felix sat crossed on the roof of the car, resting his chin in one hand, staring bored at the rapidly passing scenery around him. He stretched out his other free hand and flicked the bald doll's head, which immediately swayed back and forth under the action of the spring.

"The workmanship is quite exquisite, and the courage is amazing... I hope that the next journey will bring a few Death Eaters to let me practice my hands." Felix said itchingly, he would not admit that for a moment, he Really frightened.

...

The Hogwarts Express passed through villages and towns, and finally stopped at King's Cross Station without any accident. When he came out of the platform, Harry said goodbye to his companions. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar figure. He turned his head, and the man seemed to disappear all at once.

Strange, is that a professor? Or is he blindfolded?

"I said, what are you waiting for?" Uncle Fernon looked at Harry angrily—or rather, the owl cage, the muscles on his face twitching.

Harry followed behind him, strangely not at all inwardly. Compared to the troubles to come, the Dursleys were not so unbearable.

Today is the number of words in one chapter. I originally planned to transition to the summer vacation, but I got stuck again and again.