A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

They came out of the training room, and when they passed the room where the members of the Order of the Phoenix were meeting, Fred took out the telescopic ear and tried it on, "No, they learned to be smart—"

Back in the living room, Penello made tea for them.

"Don't you need to call Percy down?" Hermione asked.

"He's upstairs to report," Penello said.

"That sounds familiar," Ron said, scratching his chin.

"Isn't it a lot easier to replace it with 'he's catching up on papers upstairs'? We've listened to it for seven years." Fred said sadly, "I just said that I always felt something was missing this month, and now I've finally made up for it. already."

Neville burst into laughter, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

At this time, Penello used his wand to direct the teapot and teacup to fly to the table.

"You don't know, the director of his department has not been settled, and he is holding back."

"He's so confident? Is that possible?" Harry asked in surprise, he actually wanted to use the word 'ambitious', but it didn't feel right - Percy's department was the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the former Department of Magical Cooperation. The chief is Barty Crouch, a position that has been vacant since Crouch was imprisoned in Azkaban, and was filled by former minister Fudge.

"It's about the same as if he suddenly got the Merlin Medal." Penello made a joke, "but he always had hope."

"It's not that hard, is it?" said Ron half-truths. "As long as one of You-Know-Who's Cruciatus."

Penello looked at him reproachfully.

"What do you think you got the medal for? Just because of the Cruciatus?"

"Uh--"

"To set a few examples?" Harry recalled what Ms. Burns had told them.

"The Merlin Medal isn't that cheap," Penello said.

Harry was a little unconvinced. If someone like Lockhart could get the Merlin Medal, what couldn't happen?

"Is it because we are still alive?"

"Just being alive is enough," Penello affirmed. Harry looked at her incredulously, and she said very rationally, "You disrupted Man-You-Know's plan. He probably hadn't thought about getting three witnesses for himself—oh, sorry, four."

She points her wand on the teapot, and the teapot emits bursts of white steam, followed by tiny streams of water that form delicate amber swirls at the bottom of the cup, "Not bad, isn't it? I was on vacation with my mom. learned."

"What? Uh, yeah," said Harry, still struggling with the subject. "But why?"

"You didn't listen to Ms. Burns at first sight." Hermione pointed out the truth unpleasantly.

"Did she do any great things to say besides stalling for reporters to take pictures?" Ron asked.

"Of course," Hermione straightened up and cleared her throat, almost foreshadowing that she was about to speak at length, and sure enough, she began to imitate Ms. Burns--

"In the past month - oh, here's to all the wizards, I go on - not a lot of sad news has happened, no one has died strangely, and no Dark Mark hangs over your neighbor's Above. In fact, all the unease is caused by the new initiatives of the Ministry of Magic. I hear some complaints that the Ministry of Magic has to separate a group of people to deal with all kinds of vitriolic questions and shouting letters, but more than that What deserves vigilance is the reason behind this phenomenon: there are still many people who choose to be skeptical about the bad news of the return of the mysterious man..."

"...taking advantage of today's opportunity, the Ministry of Magic, together with Wizengamot and the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance, solemnly announce: The mysterious man has really returned, and he is hiding in the darkness, lurking in the crowd, where we can't see it. Gather the Death Eaters, gather the minions who once clinged to him. If we are still ignorant, the contribution of the four people sitting on the stage today waiting to receive the award will be greatly reduced, the time they bought for us will be wasted, and at the same time It's also a huge blow to the first movers of the Ministry of Magic, Aurors, Strikers and pioneers of all walks of life..."

"...we must build confidence and courage - before the enemy shows up, because tougher days are yet to come. Fortunately we already have examples, who show tenacious will in the dark, tell us Without fear and fear, he successfully walked out with a wound and issued an early warning of war."

"I hope we can stay positive and optimistic. Although the road ahead is full of fog, I still want to imagine the joy of victory. Looking back on this history, people will find that the seeds of victory have long been planted..."

Hermione finished. "Following this is an introduction to the Ministry's current wartime policy."

The people present looked at her without blinking.

"You memorized all the minister's speech?" Ron asked, staring, as if looking at some kind of strange creature, such as a fried-tailed snail that had burst into the kitchen.

"The full speech is in the paper, and I read it several times, and if you get up early enough to help in the kitchen, you will find it playing over and over on the magic radio," Hermione told them.

"So you're still memorizing it." Ron said persistently.

Penello looked at Hermione with glowing eyes: "I should have known you earlier - we must have a lot of common language, what about the 'Future World' company after graduation?" She couldn't help recruiting talents.

"Hey, we've been staring at Hermione for a long time, and we're going to invite her to join Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry," Fred pretended to complain.

Harry choked, he couldn't really imagine the connection between Hermione and the prank item.

"You've been thinking about robbing people so early?" Ron asked in confusion.

Fred and George both sighed.

"It's better to strike first, don't you think Penello does the same?"

"Then it doesn't have to be so early, you haven't graduated yet--" Harry said, only to see the twins tacitly looking at each other, a bold thought came to his mind, and he said: "You're not going to drop out of school, are you? ?"

"how come?"

"You think too much--"

The two said in unison.

"You can't even deceive Warren, can you, Warren?" said Ron, and Warren looked up from the sofa when he heard someone call him - a small fishing rod in his hand, hanging A ball of yarn was attached to the hook, and he was playing a game with Crookshanks lying on the rug.

"You're getting smarter, my dear brother—" Fred said gloomily.

"But not smart enough," George continued.

"So you're really going to drop out?" Harry said, a voice inside, Mrs. Weasley would never agree, even if they were both taped and glued to the Hogwarts Express On the luggage rack, she did not hesitate at all.

"Shh, be quiet," Fred said in a panic. "Let's put it this way, we didn't plan to drop out, we just planned to make our own mark in advance."

"Actually, there is a better choice, using the store of the 'Future World' company." George said depressedly, "but Remus refused."

"But why-"

"The concept is different," Fred spread his hands and made an 'old antique' shape in his mouth. "We think that people's mood will continue to be sluggish in the future. At this time, we must have more fun, and there will be a market for prank items."

George nodded his head, "Now it's our turn to show our talents."

"We're going to open a store, not in Diagon Alley, but in Hogsmeade." Fred said his plan.

"So we didn't even think about dropping out and Mom would hang us up and beat us," George muttered, "or stuffed into the sink and drowned, pretending we never showed up."

"Awesome," Ron said. "What product do you have?"

"A lot." Fred and George grinned, "but not counting the sound transmission mirror and the anti-curse series, those two will stay in the 'future world' and return to us after the war is over."

"Safety-"

"We chose to be neighbors with the future world." George winked at Neville who asked.

"Where's the clerk?"

"Let's hire someone first. We will inspect when Hogsmeade is open, and we usually use owls to contact us. It's a pity that all secret passages in the school have been blocked." Fred smacked his lips and said, "But Since we only have one year left... it's bearable."

"I might go to the Ministry of Magic when I graduate," said Hermione, "but I don't want to give up my study of ancient runes," she said with some headache.

"You want to be an Auror too?" Fred asked in surprise, looking at Harry and Ron.

"Hermione wants to be Minister of Magic," Harry said without hesitation.

Hermione glared at him, but made no objection.

"I just think someone has to do something," she said quietly.

Fred and George gave thumbs up.

At this moment, there was movement in the hall, and Fred glanced downstairs. "The meeting is over," he said back.

So when Felix, Sirius and the others came to the living room, what they saw was a group of people drinking tea quietly. "I thought you were eavesdropping, and the door was opened several times." Tonks grinned and sat between them.

"I'll talk to Amelia tomorrow," Sirius said to Felix, referring to Bode.

"Help me bring this amulet to him." Felix took out a pendant like a snail shell from his ring and handed it to Sirius.