A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next few days were lackluster. The students discussed how to celebrate the New Year and started packing, but these had nothing to do with the members of the 'Animages' class, who collectively chose to stay on campus.

Because practicing Animagus Transformation has a great impact on daily learning, no one wants to waste two weeks of vacation. In the lounge, Harry and the others were still figuring out how to fight a small blade to make it obedient.

"Christmas is two days away," said Hermione irritably.

Harry's heart pounded suddenly. "So we're about to get the mandrake blades?" he asked, with a full moon on Christmas night, which meant they were going to bite the bullet whether they were ready or not.

"Yes," Hermione said to a piece of parchment, "but there are two dinner parties waiting for us on the way to that little, lovely blade of grass... at this juncture! I never felt like The dinner party is so boring now..." She rudely erased a line of notes from the paper.

Harry knew that Hermione had a fanatical preference for preparations. She had collected advice from different people in various ways these days, but none of them were foolproof. She even forced Harry to call Sirius in advance, and then Pretend to appear inadvertently, conjuring up a pre-prepared list of questions.

"Professor Slughorn still refuses to stop. I don't know what's going on this time?" He said with deep feeling.

Ron shrugged. In addition to the Christmas dinner, they had to attend a personal dinner hosted by Professor Slughorn tonight, because most of the students were going home tomorrow.

"In fact, his small party is not bad, not only has good food to eat, but also has famous wizards to meet..." Ron narrowed his eyes and said aftertaste: "Do you know Gwenog Jones? It's the captain of the Holyhead Harpies...you really should have heard what he called me, 'Dear Mr. Weasley'...and he complimented me on my youth! It's true, but Sounds good. Too bad you weren't there."

Unlike Ron who attended a few slug club banquets, Harry's attitude was to run away if he could.

At first, using Quidditch training as an excuse, then the players couldn't stand it and started to rebel, blocking him in the locker room while he was changing clothes. Harry was horrified to hear Creevey's voice. To prevent Captain Gryffindor Quidditch from making the headlines of tomorrow's Wall of Mysteries tabloid, he had to humiliately promise to stop the terrible punishment of training every night...

Fortunately, he quickly found an alternative - lied to make an appointment with Professor Bagshot and went to his office for tea. Sometimes Neville, who is also not suitable for the atmosphere of the banquet, is also pulled.

Harry felt regretful, because now Professor Bagshot was only willing to talk to him about magic and current affairs, and not about his past experiences - especially about the dark wizard Grindelwald, their topic last time The last time I spoke out around Muggle gun bans was the impact of the advent of exclusive wands on decades to come.

"...I support it myself. After all, I also benefit from it. If you don't believe me, see—" Grindelwald said, pointing to the bronze doll of an ancient Rune professor, "I'm just a little worried. …”

At one point Harry felt like he was sitting in the History of Magic classroom, and Neville felt the same way, but they thought privately that if Professor Bagshot were to teach them in place of Professor Binns, they would probably pass the O.W.Ls exam.

But Professor Bagshot hinted to Harry at the time that he had found a travelogue-like note in the depths of the library, which recorded "something interesting".

"Probably left by students from that era," he explained.

Harry was going to look around over the holidays, at least to pass the time. He had a hunch that this holiday would become boring, and many activities, such as snowball fights, would not be possible.

"... Sirius and Professor Hepp's advice are similar," Hermione muttered, "but I personally think a rune talisman would work better... Fred and George... oh, the fattongue taffy proposal. Too stupid. But if it can be improved... No, absolutely not! Madam Pomfrey's suggestion is good, the Good Dream Potion can significantly improve sleep... It's just not safe, as for life and death..."

"Life and death?" Harry looked at her in surprise and exclaimed, "Hermione, you wouldn't believe Snape's nonsense, would you?" Ron was also taken aback.

"Oh, I won't," said Hermione. "That would delay the normal class."

The level of discussion in the 'Animagos' class was not low. According to Nick, who was almost headless, "Hogwarts has never taught Animagus with such great fanfare since its establishment." As a result, the topic has not only become popular among students (the four colleges' academic grades have dropped dramatically during this time), but even professors have gotten involved.

Up to now, Professor McGonagall has devoted half of a class to expounding the learning requirements of Animagus, and the other half of the time has been used as an example of the consequences of those over-the-top wizards in history-this part is composed of one by one. Horror stories, basically abridged versions of her notes; short Professor Flitwick, of goblin blood, introduces students to a kind of anti-eavesdropping magic—

"Effective on any living thing, and also prevents mosquito bites!"

Harry suspected that the spell was aimed at Rita Skeeter, whose beetle form was no longer a secret.

Professor Bagshot complied with the public opinion and temporarily inserted the content of "forced appearance".

In addition to what Harry saw with his own eyes, he also heard Trelawney in her advanced class talking about how to use tarot cards to beware of 'sneaky people', she said she saw six-legged insects in a crystal ball Approach her. And Snape mentioned in his class to fifth graders that if it were him, he would prepare a pair of life and death water and sleep directly for a month.

This was what Ginny told him.

"He's doing bad things, and he's uneasy—everyone can see that," she said annoyed.

Just as Harry was looking at the time for the third time, an owl flew in through the window, snowflakes still in its feathers, and smashed a heavy package on Ron's head.

"Christmas present? So early?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No," said Ron, tearing open the wrapping paper, "it's Collins, didn't I tell you she's in Hogsmeade? I asked her to bring me something, and I'm free anyway... oh "..." he said, looking at the small card in a long tone.

"What's wrong?"

"She's leaving, and that Carlotta Pinkstone really seems to be planning to retire on Three Broomsticks," said Ron. "After all, the Ministry of Magic can't keep two Aurors going, can it?" He said. A few quills, magic erasers, socks, and other miscellaneous items were dug out of the package. Harry was about to take a closer look, but Ron stopped him.

"There's your Christmas present in here," said Ron warily.

At eight o'clock they and Neville showed up in Slughorn's office. It was completely different here, full of Christmas trees hung with icing and candied fruit for anyone to use, a dozen legsless tables scattered around the house, and Harry saw a man beckoning, the one closest to him. A floating table floated in front of him with loads of delicious food.

There was a brisk, melodious tune that Harry was 100% sure it was the Weird Sisters.

But the biggest difference is the number of people. Harry estimated there were at least a hundred people there, and—mostly adult wizards. He was dumbfounded. Did Professor Slughorn call back all the members of the Slug Club?

These people were dressed in different clothes, moving through the office that seemed to have been cast on the Unmarked Stretch Charm. Some witches and wizards were handsome, but many were quite reserved. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, when he heard Hermione make a half-yet. The surprise was half a moan of fright: "Mom and Dad?"

Harry and Ron hurriedly followed her line of sight, both startled, there were too many acquaintances. Not only the Grangers, but Professor Slughorn seems to have invited quite a few parents of the students (especially those who can't go home for the holidays), the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, the Malfoys...Harry also saw Ernest Nee McMillan and Cormac McLaggen, dressed in elaborate gowns and bows, cuddly beside a middle-aged couple who were talking to Sirius and Amelia Burns .

"Hey, you guys, long time no see." A familiar joking voice came from behind.

Harry turned his head sharply, and the twins were looking lazily at them, it was Fred and George! The two of them looked like successful people, with one hand in their pockets and the other holding a goblet, with smiles on the corners of their mouths, as if they were replicated in a mirror.

"Looking at your expressions, no one seems to tell you? Oh, these parents are really bad..."

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