A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Merlin's socks! Your Disarming Charm has reached level four, and you didn't reveal it at all!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise: "Is this true? The graduates of , the Disarming Charm is only around the second level."

Harry pushed it all down to Magic Riot, "Professor Hepp said it would make my magic active, which made it . . . made me learn spells a lot faster."

Ron said expectantly, "If only I could experience a magical riot too."

"Ron, Professor Hepp has said that magical riots are the product of extreme emotions, and they usually happen before the young wizards enter school. When we enter Hogwarts and learn how to master our own magic, this almost disappears. "

Hermione said flatly, "Like Harry, his condition is rare. Probably because the aunt abused his parents first—oh, sorry, Harry."

"It's nothing," said Harry, but Hermione looked at him apologetically.

"I know~ can't you just let me imagine it?" Ron seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said excitedly: "Besides, it's not impossible? There were one or two times during the summer vacation, when Percy showed me his big head badge. , I have the idea of ​​blowing it up."

"There shouldn't be much difference between blowing up and blowing up? Maybe my emotions weren't strong enough at the time." Ron guessed casually, thinking that this was a shortcut for learning.

Hermione stared at him, and even Harry was speechless.

"But speaking of it," Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully, "I'm really more comfortable with Disarming Charms, and other spells, it's a little less interesting."

Ron looked at him puzzled. "Isn't it because you spent the longest time on the Disarming Charm?"

Harry explained, "It's a feeling! It's, it's..." He waved his hand. "Well, I don't know, maybe it's a delusion," he said with some dismay.

Hermione on the side gave theoretical support: "Harry, it's not impossible - there are always some little wizards who learn certain spells faster."

"In which book did you read that?" Harry asked with interest, maybe he could put this idea into a paper?

When he thought of the thesis, he had a headache. At that time, he was quick to talk and did not consider the consequences at all.

Although during the special training process, he took a bunch of miscellaneous notes, but he didn't have the slightest idea how to turn these things into a good thesis - out of some thoughts, he didn't want to fool the past.

Hermione's answer was different from what he thought. She squinted her eyes and said happily, looking very much like the cat in her arms: "Remember the homework assigned in dueling class, those forms? I'll help Professor Hepp sorted out a part, and he made this point at the time, but..."

She showed a helpless expression: "There are too few samples, and many of the data submitted are compiled, I can see it at a glance!"

Ron's eyes suddenly flickered, and Harry bowed his head guiltily.

Hermione looked at the two of them angrily, and they had a share of the credit for the fake data.

At this moment, a hoarse, tired voice got involved in their conversation.

"please forgive--"

The three looked at the small table in horror. The professor seemed to have just woken up, and his face looked the same as his patched robe and badly worn suitcase.

But his eyes were bright and sincere, and the professor said softly, "I just heard some of your conversations, not on purpose, but I did get curious."

"Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Yes, my name is Remus Lupin," Lupin said with a smile. "You saw the mark on my box? It's so sharp, I'll give you extra points if it's in class."

"Remus Lupin?" Hermione let out a short shriek, causing the big ginger cat in her arms to jump out of nowhere, standing in the aisle, looking at its owner reproachfully.

"Oh, sorry, Crookshanks," said the little witch.

"Get it under control, don't let it find Scabbers!" Ron covered his chest pocket, where a bulge was where his pet fat mouse Scabbers was hiding.

"Have you heard of me?" Lupin asked.

"No, no," she said dryly, and hurriedly lowered her head and picked up the big cat.

Hermione's attitude made Harry and Ron feel strange, but there were outsiders, and the two tacitly did not ask.

Lupin didn't delve into it, he looked at them with a smile: "I'm your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I only teach for one year, and I agreed with Dumbledore."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, mentally assessing the professor's true level. Frankly speaking, just looking at it from the outside doesn't really give people confidence.

Lupin looked at the three of them tenderly, especially after staying on Harry for a while, and then said: "It's been fifteen years since I left school, and many memories have been forgotten, for example, I don't quite know what you mean by Heppe. professor……"

Harry and Ron turned their eyes to Hermione, who never disappointed in that regard.

Sure enough, Hermione said in one breath, "Felix Hepp is a very good wizard, graduated from Slytherin College, currently teaching ancient Rune, and at the same time has extraordinary achievements in the field of Muggle research, and has extraordinary influence. force."

"And he's only been out of school for three years, no, four years now," Harry added.

"It's really young and promising." Lupin sighed in admiration. He changed his words and said, "I heard you mentioned about the special training. Is this Professor Hepp on good terms with you, Harry?"

"You know me?" Harry stroked the hair on his forehead subconsciously, where there was a lightning-shaped scar through which many people recognized themselves.

"I know your father," Lupin said simply.

Harry wasn't quite satisfied with the answer, but he said: "Professor Hepp is very nice, gentle and courteous, and even though his classes only start in the third year, some of the first and second year students have been helped by him. ."

He was referring to the panic in the school during the attack on the secret room, and many people sought psychological comfort from the professors. Among them, Professor Haipu has a very high praise rate.

Lupin thought for a moment, then said, "You mentioned just now that he has only graduated four years, so his dean is... Severus Snape?"

"—It's Snape." Harry followed, and then looked at Lupin a little embarrassingly, but he didn't mention honorifics.

Lupin didn't react, his eyes were distant and lost in thought.

It was raining harder outside, it was getting dark and the train was slowing down.

"almost there?"

"No, it's still early!" Professor Lupin drew his wand, and Harry followed.

The lights on the train went out suddenly, and there were many people outside.

A layer of frost crept up the window.

A man stumbled in from outside the door and smashed directly on Ron, causing him to let out a cry of pain, and there was a terrified breathing sound on the opposite side.

"What happened? Ouch! Is that Neville?"

"Yes, it's me. It's dark outside. Do you know what happened?"

More people poured in, and they chatted and chatted loudly.

"Is Ron there? I'm looking for Ron."

"Here I am, Ginny!"

"Oops, that's my face."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom..."

"Quiet!" exclaimed Lupin, holding his wand high, and a flash of fire poured down from the tip, illuminating the flustered faces.

The fire also illuminated his tired and gray face, but with an adult wizard there, everyone felt a lot more at ease.

They heard Lupin say, "Stay where you are, I'll go out and have a look." He opened the car door and came out into the aisle.

Harry thought for a while, then walked out.

"Harry?" said Hermione eagerly.

"I'll see if I can help." Harry followed Lupin through the box door.

A chill passed over them, and Lupin stepped back quickly. "Go back, Harry!"

But Harry didn't hear it, all his vision was taken up by a black cloaked, hooded thing that floated in mid-air, a rotting, decayed, graying hand sticking out of the cloak, Immediately afterwards, a strong chill struck, and he felt that his lungs were frozen and he couldn't breathe at all.

A terrifying, frightened, pleading voice came from a distant female voice.

"I want to help her!"

He didn't know why he had this thought, but the thought was so strong that even before he was about to lose consciousness, he still made a subconscious response.

A dazzling red light illuminated the entire train.