A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The three followed behind Myrtle and walked quickly towards the girls' bathroom. The good news was that the library and the bathroom were on the same floor, so they didn't need to take a detour. Approaching the bathroom, Ron suddenly asked, "Myrtle, how did you meet Malfoy? I heard that you have a penchant for peeking in the prefect's bathroom—"

Myrtle whimpered and passed through the wall covering her face.

Harry and Hermione stared at Ron, who shrugged, "I'm really curious."

"Shut up," Hermione said, and they came to the door of the bathroom where Myrtle usually huddled, and Harry listened for a few seconds before saying in a low voice, "Nothing can be heard... must have been cast. curse."

Harry and Ron turned to look at Hermione, Hermione decisively took out the beaded packet, and after rummaging for a while, she pulled out three retractable ears from it.

Harry tucked one end of the flesh-colored retractable ear into the ear and threw the other end toward the dirty door, and it automatically burrowed in through the crack of the door.

"Fantastic, wish I didn't apply the Anti-Disturbance Charm, I tried...and it didn't."

They stopped and listened carefully.

A contrived voice with a pinched throat reached their ears: "Is there something else to consider? Or should I ask the master to give your father an order directly? Draco, we are a group, just a little help from you... …”

Hermione looked up in horror. "It's the woman, Umbridge! What does she want to do?"

Draco Malfoy's slightly hoarse voice came out, "I, I can't... sign that contract... No, that contract, it will, will die."

"As long as you don't try to disobey. Malfoy, do you want to betray the Master?"

"I, no..." Draco lowered his voice. "Your hope of success is too low. I can't risk my life. I need to think about it for a while. I will reply to you tomorrow and the day after. I have to ask Ask my dad—"

"Lucius is one of us, you don't think you can stay out of it."

"...I didn't think so."

"There's no time for you to waste, dear Draco. It's just right if you don't agree. I'll report to you right away, and you can decide what happens to your father then." Umbridge said sweetly, sounding like A naive little girl, but the three of them shuddered at the thought of her big face and the threat she made at the moment.

"What?" Hermione turned to look at them.

"What did she mean by the contract—the one that killed people?" Harry asked calmly.

"I guess, it may be an 'unbreakable oath'. Once signed, it cannot be changed. There is only one fate for breaking it - death." Hermione said softly, "But that requires a third person to witness."

Sure enough, another unfamiliar voice appeared. Sounded like a young man: "Sign it, Draco, let me tell you a secret, Dumbledore - that Muggle protector won't live long, the master is just staying away...he values ​​this very much. Mission, let's do whatever it takes. You don't want to fail because of you in the end."

There was silence inside.

"What?" Hermione asked again.

"They must be stopped anyway," said Harry, jumping up and pointing his wand at the door.

"Wait," Hermione said. "We don't know what their plan is yet. It's better to let them think it was an accident." She thought about it. "I have an idea."

"Hermione—"

But Hermione had already rushed out. She put on a panicked expression and wandered back and forth at the door, "Huh? Why is the door locked?" She said to herself, as if she was brewing emotions. Immediately, he pulled out his wand and said, "Araho hole open." The spell that blocked the sound at the door was broken, and the bathroom door bounced open a gap.

"We all risked our lives to come here, why do you—" the man's impatient voice stopped abruptly.

"Hello - is anyone in there? I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet - who put the spell on the door? To stop Myrtle?" Hermione said slowly.

Just a few seconds is too long, and it seems that there is no end to it. Harry and Ron's palms were sweating, and they stared at Hermione for fear of a green-glowing wand from inside. Unable to wait for the other side to make a decision, Harry wisely shouted: "Hermione, hurry up and come back, we will wait for you outside!"

"Yeah, I still want to exchange Chocolate Frog cards with Dean." Ron shouted.

Hermione said in a hesitant voice, "Oh, wait, there's something wrong...it seems like someone's in there..."

"Need help?" Harry yelled.

Finally, the door opened. Draco Malfoy appeared pale: "It's you, Hermione Granger."

"Malfoy?" Hermione said in a surprised voice. "Why are you in the girls' bathroom? I'm going to tell the professor—"

"Don't mind your own business! It's deserted," Malfoy whispered. "What are you doing here? Where are the Potter and Weasley bastards?"

"To the toilet, of course!" Hermione said in a high-spirited voice. "They're outside, unlike you—"

"Go away, don't get in the way."

The conversation kept getting closer, and Hermione said in a reluctant voice: "Wait, I will tell the professor, let him deduct points for you, put you in lockdown! I have to tell Filch! And let all the girls watch together. You, you filthy, vile..."

Hearing this, Harry complimented Hermione secretly in his heart, so that the people inside were somewhat worried, and it was difficult to find Malfoy in an open and honest manner.

The outlines of Draco's pale yellow hair and pointed chin gradually became clear from the darkness, and his face was very pale with sweat, as if he had just suffered a serious illness. A furious Hermione followed.

"Draco Malfoy?" Harry said, feigning surprise.

Malfoy glared at them, then turned away without saying a word.

Hermione stopped angrily, until Malfoy disappeared, and she calmly asked in a low voice, "How?" He shook his head slightly, indicating he didn't see it.

"Maybe it's hidden." Harry lip-mouthed, the wand in his hand always facing the dark door of the abandoned girls' bathroom.

Hermione didn't go in just now, it would be bad if she was hit by the Imperius Curse, she was not sure how to break free from the spell.

Harry tapped his wand on Ron and himself, and under the effect of the Disillusionment Charm, the two immediately melted into the dim environment. Hermione followed suit, and they slowly stepped back, hiding in the darkness. After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, they were all a little impatient when a faint movement came from inside.

A silver light bloomed in the darkness. It seemed to be a cat, but it looked rather blurry. The Patronus wandered around and turned into a little silver light to dissipate.

Then a stocky woman took shape, looked left and right, and hurried away.

But none of the three Harry said a word, they knew there was another person inside. After a while, a young wizard came out and strode away.

Until the back disappeared, the three people breathed a sigh of relief.

"The man's name is Avery, and we've met at the Ministry before," said Hermione.

They walked back in silence, looking preoccupied. What happened today was beyond their expectations. "They clearly have a conspiracy. It's better to tell the professor," said Hermione, and Harry and Ron nodded. Suddenly, the door to the broom room on the second floor opened silently, and three hands poked out from the darkness, trying to drag the three of Harry inside.

They reacted almost instantly - Harry pushed back the humanoid armor, the barrier clinging to him swelled into a ball in the blink of an eye, squeezed his messy hands away, and two dark thorns flew out of Hermione's beaded pouch. , entangled toward the darkness; Ron took a step back, chanting the incantation silently, and the white flame quickly condensed from the tip of the staff.

"It's us, Harry!" said a very familiar voice.

Harry's heart was pounding, he looked at the figure in the dark, and said incredulously: "Angelina?"

"Come in." Angelina said anxiously.

The door to the broomroom closed behind them.