A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry and Ron shuffled up the marble steps and headed for the castle, muddy all over and their hair ruffled by the wind, Harry trying in vain to smooth out the mess they had just finished training.

"Angelina is the second Wood, I should have thought of it." Ron complained, but he was already looking forward to the first game, "I really hope to play Slytherin right away, so I can give Malfoy has learned a lesson, he doesn't even want to score a goal in my hand!"

"He's a Seeker, not a Chaser," Ginny reminded him.

"Of course I know," Ron changed his words quickly, "let Harry stop him from taking the Snitch, and I'll be in charge of goalkeeping. The two of us work together tacitly. It's definitely a perfect combination."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

Harry raised a little interest, he said to Ginny: "You are flying very well, there is hope to join the team this year, why don't you insist on it?"

"It's not too late next year," Ginny said, brushing her hair. "I want to wait until Fred and George graduate."

"Did they mess with you?" Ron asked sharply. "I can help you teach them a lesson."

"That doesn't sound very convincing," Ginny said dryly.

"Uh, I mean—" Ron said vaguely, "you can write to Mommy and complain." A strange look appeared on his face, "It's been a long time since Momma sent a roaring letter, I really miss... …”

"Forget it," Ginny said. "I just don't want other people gossiping, you know, if you add me, you've got four Weasleys on the team."

Harry found her delicate side, and to be fair, it was a rude remark, as if she was sure about joining the team.

Ron was also stunned for a moment, he seemed to realize this, and he began to count his fingers: "Fred, George, I... Yes, if you include you, more than half of the players are surnamed Weasley, ha, That's a good idea!" he said cheerfully, and neither Harry nor Ginny paid him any attention.

"Which position are you going to play?" Harry asked.

"Seeker," said Ginny.

Harry tilted his head and squinted at her, and Ginny pursed her lips and smiled. "Okay, I'm kidding, I think the batter is in a good position. I like the feeling of smashing a Bludger in the face."

Harry suddenly felt a chill, probably due to too much wind... He had better get some cold medicine from Madam Pomfrey.

"You'll help me, won't you?" Ginny asked, staring at his face.

"What?" Harry looked stunned.

"Help me train."

"Oh, uh, of course," said Harry, trying not to show his confusion.

He had a strange feeling recently that Quidditch seemed less attractive to him than before. He had a vague feeling since Angelina asked him at the beginning of the school year, and it has been more than a month since the school started. Can no longer pretend this is an illusion.

What is the reason?

Harry thought seriously, first of all, if it was an occasional Quidditch game, he would never say no - after all, it was one of the few things that would make him relax, but if he spent a lot of time on it, he didn't feel like it. Too cost-effective, might as well take the time to hold a duel study group activity.

The last time Susan Burns suggested that he report to the Student Union about the dueling study group made sense, because the dueling study group now not only consisted of Gryffindor students, first Luna, then Susan Burns , Ernie, Justin and other college students also joined. Of course, Harry wasn't sure how long they would hold out, but it seemed to him that these people were more interested in his, Ron, and Hermione's amazing experiences - whether it was the youngest Merlin winner, or the third in the Tournament. What happened in the cemetery after the project.

Although Ron had told his story several times, several versions had been revised in between, and the scenes of "Weasley Laughing at the Cruciatus" and "Ron Fighting the Death Eaters" were staged in turn. The scenes of the three people were almost squeezed to the corner.

"Did you come up with the way to notify Professor Hepu with the Ouroboros Ring?"

"Uh, it's Harry."

"Then you carry the ring with you?"

"No, it's Hermione."

"You fought the mysterious man?"

"Well……"

"So you just got the Cruciatus?"

"Of course not! Man, I knocked down at least four Death Eaters! We might as well talk about this, hey, don't go."

The crowd scattered with disinterest. So Ron got wiser for a while, and he began to lament that the textbook on the history of magic was too old-fashioned (though he never read it in its entirety), thinking that there were many important events that were not mentioned in it, and when someone pressed him, He would talk a lot about how he set a Death Eater on fire with the Bright Fire Charm. In his words: "That's the first time it (Bright Fire Spell) has been used in actual combat. It's really unreasonable not to include such an important scene in the history of magic textbook..."

Harry wondered what the name would be if he wanted to officially start a club. He recalled the names of the clubs he knew. Some of them were founded by school professors, and the names were very straightforward. The Spell Club, also known as the Charm Club, as well as the Transfiguration Club, the Rune Club...

It's not all about the norm. Harry knew that when Mr. Slughorn was teaching at Hogwarts, he named the Slug Club after his own name.

On top of that, there are some clubs that the students started spontaneously, and that's what I want, Harry thought.

The first thing he thought of was the Gobstones Club, but again it was of little reference, and the next thing that popped into his head - Harry reluctantly - was the 'Harry Potter cult founded by the Creevey brothers' Recruiters' Club', he kept praying it was just a joke that wasn't funny, but it seemed to be true, he had seen recruitment flyers in a hidden corner of the lounge...

The Anti-Voldemort Club? Harry was tempted to name the dueling study group that way, but it would scare off a whole bunch of people.

Ron's proposed "Order of the Phoenix Branch" was also rejected. Hermione's proposal was simply called the Defense Association, or D.A. for short, which can also be regarded as Dumbledore's Army. This name is really good, but Sirius warned them. , "Don't cause trouble to Headmaster Dumbledore. We have a good relationship with the Ministry of Magic now. You don't want them to misunderstand?"

So the name was dropped.

In the end, Ginny made a suggestion to change the "Potter Lookout" that Fred and George joked about to "Frontline Lookout", which everyone liked, and if nothing else, the name was set.

When the name was settled, the purpose of the club took on a general outline - to help students who were preparing to become Aurors, or to oppose Voldemort's dark rule, and Harry was also prepared to regularly share the latest developments in the war outside the school - Sirius is well informed in this regard. When Harry tells "all is well", members of the frontline lookout cheer in unison; when Harry says the name of the dark wizard who was caught, the members applaud; when Harry says an Auror or strike Hands are sacrificed, and they will collectively raise their wands in silence.

...

"Where's Luna?"

"She wandered around the Forbidden Forest again, saying she wanted to find the King of Thestrals." Ginny said helplessly.

Ron grunted, sounding like "Mad Girl."

They crossed the hall to find Hermione hiding behind a piece of armor, waving to them discreetly.

Harry looked curiously in the direction she was hiding, a strand of red hair flashing from his sight. But when they walked over, there was only Hermione, "Huh? People? Forget it, you come with me." She led them to an abandoned classroom.

"Just in case," said Hermione.

Harry was even more curious, and followed Ron and Ginny to look into the abandoned classroom. In the classroom stood a little girl. She was not tall, half a head shorter than Ginny, but she had reddish-brown hair, and when When she turned - Harry was surprised to find that the girl looked unexpectedly similar to Ginny.

"Who is she?" Ginny asked, feeling threatened, standing in front of Harry.

Hermione took a step to the side with a strange expression, "I thought you knew her? Let her tell you." The little girl walked up to them and looked them up and down without hesitation, "The youngest Merlin Medal Winner?" She completely ignored Ginny.

"So what?" said Ron bluntly. "You're a freshman at Slytherin?"

"Obviously." The little girl pouted, took her fiery gaze away from Harry's forehead, and looked at Ron carefully, "Ronald Weasley?"

A strong girl, Harry thought. He had a strong sense of familiarity.

The little girl stayed on Ron's face for a few seconds, stretched out her hand, and introduced herself very formally: "Mafalda, Mafalda Prewett."

Ron opened his mouth in surprise. "Mom, mom?"

The little girl's face couldn't hold back, and Hermione didn't look at it.

Ginny slapped Ron on the back of the head and said angrily, "What nonsense." Then she looked at Mafalda critically, "What's your relationship with my mother?"

Harry suddenly realized that he vaguely remembered that Mrs Weasley's last name was Prewett.