Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The Christmas holidays passed quickly.

During this period, so many little wizards came home, but there was no news of the attack in Hogwarts in the wizarding world.

Apparently Dumbledore used some means behind his back to temporarily seal the news.

After the holidays, the students returned to the castle, making the school lively again.

On the day the students returned to school, Harry and Ron met Hermione after a vacation in the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione's face was very bad, and her long fluffy hair was gone, replaced by a simple shoulder-length short hair.

Ron looked at Hermione, who seemed to be a different person, in shock, and asked incredulously.

"What happened to you at home? Why did you cut your hair?"

Hermione sat gloomily on the bench in the lounge and said miserably.

"I didn't cut my hair, it was burned."

Harry's eyes widened.

"Why do you have a fever in your head?"

"I thought I was careful enough at home."

Hermione said helplessly.

"Since I got home, I hid in my room, and even had my mother take me to my room for dinner. But I accidentally spilled the salad on the bed, and the quilt was too heavy, so I had to ask my mother to change it for me. , when I came out of the bedroom, I tripped over a chair that fell on the floor in the direction of my fireplace."

"The opening of my fireplace didn't go with the floor, so it wouldn't be much of a problem. But for some reason, a small piece of wood popped out of the fireplace and landed right on my hair."

She brushed her short fluffy hair and said with a scowl.

"Then, it became what it is now."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, they could imagine the amusing scene, and they laughed together, and then both comforted each other.

"Relax, Hermione, think about it from another angle. It's actually pretty good for you to have short hair, at least it's easier to take care of it in normal times."

"That's right, and it's just that the hair is a little shorter. It's good that nothing else is more unfortunate."

But their consolation didn't seem to have any effect, on the contrary, Hermione's face became more and more painful.

"Who said that this is the only thing I have experienced! The others are just that I don't want to recall any more."

Then she said with a serious face.

"When facing Professor Forrest in the future, you must be careful and careful! If he wants to greet you or wish you a blessing, don't hesitate! Be sure to divert the topic immediately! Interrupt his blessing! "

Harry and Ron nodded like chickens pecking rice. They already knew how powerful they were, and now they didn't dare to test Sherlock's crow's mouth with the same playful mentality as before.

Hermione was satisfied with their attitude.

Although they encountered danger in the test to study Sherlock's crow's mouth, it also allowed them to understand the horror of Professor Forrest.

As long as you avoid it in time, you can avoid a lot of bad luck in the future.

"How's the potion in the bathroom? Did Malfoy and the others do anything unusual during the holidays?"

Hermione shifted the topic to the main topic. She hadn't forgotten that Sherlock's crow's mouth was secondary. The main thing they had to do this semester was to catch the Slytherin descendant who opened the secret room.

Harry shook his head.

"Over the potion, Ron and I, according to what you said when you left, to observe whether the fuel under the cauldron is exhausted every three days. Now everything is normal. As for Malfoy..."

Ron took Harry's words.

"We haven't noticed anything unusual about him recently, and there have been no recent attacks in the castle."

Hermione calmly analyzed.

"He is very smart, and he probably knew that it would be easy to show off when committing crimes in a row, so this time he deliberately took a long time apart, and then waited for everyone to gradually forget about it, and then started attacking again."

"So can we use Compound Potion now?" Ron asked excitedly, he couldn't wait to reveal Malfoy's true colors.

Hermione got up from the bench: "I want to see the preparation of the compound decoction first."

The three of them walked out of the Gryffindor common room together, came to the corridor on the first floor, and then slipped into the abandoned girls' bathroom together when no one was around.

"What are you doing here? You have been brewing this potion that bubbles every day for almost a month. When will you be able to clear it away!"

The ghost Myrtle stationed in this bathroom said with resentment as soon as they saw Harry.

Ron responded with dissatisfaction.

"This is not your place, why can't we make potions here?"

"You yell at me!" Myrtle covered her face aggrieved, "Yes, you are despising me, you are all despising me, woo woo..."

She floated into another compartment crying.

Harry and the others didn't care about Myrtle's current state. Everyone knew that Myrtle was like this, and her tears seemed to never end.

Hermione carefully observed the situation of the compound decoction, and finally said with satisfaction.

"Very well, this pot of potion is very successful, but it is still one step away from its completion."

"We also need something about the people we're changing."

She said it lightly, as if she was sending them to the supermarket to buy laundry detergent.

"It would be best if you could get hold of Crabbe and Goyle. They are Malfoy's best friend and he will tell them everything. We also need to make sure that before we interrogate Malfoy Fushi, don't let the real Crabbe and Goyle come in."

"I had everything planned out at home," she continued, ignoring the stunned expressions on Harry and Ron's faces.

Hermione held up two chocolate cakes.

"I put normal hypnotics in it, you just have to make sure Crabbe and Goyle find them. You know how greedy their mouths are, they'll eat them up, and pull them out as soon as they both fall asleep. Take a few hairs from both of them and hide them in the broom closet."

Harry and Ron looked at each other's faces, never realizing that Hermione could be so bold.

They opened their mouths, just about to ask if this was a bit inappropriate, but Hermione's eyes flashed with a strong iron light, similar to Professor McGonagall's eyes at times.

"You want to interrogate Malfoy, right? The Potion of Compound is only one step away. If you want to become Goyle and Crabbe, you must get what they have!"

In terms of boldness, the three of them are actually comparable, Harry and Ron are just shocked that Hermione, who is usually a good student, can be so bold at certain times.

Harry and Ron finally agreed with Hermione's plan, and they did want to prove that Malfoy was a descendant of Slytherin.

When they walked out of the bathroom together and were about to find Goyle and Crabbe in the castle, a piercing scream suddenly attracted the attention of them, including everyone in the castle.

The three of Harry looked at each other, not thinking about looking for Goyle and Crabbe, hurriedly rushed to the second floor corridor where the sound was ringing, desperately squeezed into the blocked crowd of people, and then saw the third one. victim of an attack.

It was a blond boy who fell to the ground, and even if the familiar face was distorted with horror, it still did not prevent Harry and the others from recognizing him.

The person attacked was the one they had always suspected - Draco Malfoy!