A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Hermione's strange behavior made Harry stunned for a moment, and the angry expression on his face could not be maintained.

He didn't know if he should keep losing his temper, but maybe it would make him seem unreasonable?

Ron took the opportunity to hug his shoulders: "Harry, let's talk at dinner time, Hermione is right - we are really going to be late."

Harry was absent-minded throughout the Transfiguration class, wondering where Hermione had heard the news, maybe Professor Hepp? But age doesn't match.

He thought so deeply that he completely ignored the frequent glances of others.

Just last class, when divination professor Sybill Trelawney deciphered the shape of his tea leaves, he gave the omen of death that all the little wizards dread - the ghostly black dog wandering the cemetery.

Her words deeply disturbed Harry, because he had seen the big black dog symbolizing death more than once - from the cover of the book "Omen of Death" in the bookstore, to the day he ran away from home in the Magnolia Crescent Suspicious shadows seen in street shadows.

After the divination lesson was rushed over, Hermione inadvertently said something to Harry in order to counter Trelawney's point, such as something she had known about his father but kept silent about it.

That's why Harry was angry.

At noon, the little wizards flocked to the auditorium to eat noisily. Harry took some sausages and fried tomatoes, but he didn't have any appetite, as if he was full of all kinds of troubles.

Hermione pushed him a small plate of dipping sauce, "Harry, you heard Professor McGonagall too, Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year. This is her way of welcoming the new class."

But Ron said worriedly, "You don't see a big black dog roaming anywhere else, Harry?"

Harry's stomach twitched suddenly. "No, I did," he said, "on the night we left the Dursleys."

Ron's fork fell to the ground, and he acted terrified.

But Harry was more concerned about other things. He looked at Hermione and said in a harsh tone, "You haven't told me about my father yet."

"Oh, uh..." Hermione looked away in a panic. "Okay." She took a deep breath, "Remember when we were locked up by Professor Hepp?"

"It happened last school year, of course." Harry scoured his memory hard, "We suspected Professor Hepp in the Chamber of Secrets attack and followed him to the Forbidden Forest, only to be found. We got ten points, plus a full weekend lockdown." He added, "With Malfoy."

He didn't know what it had to do with his father.

Hermione looked at him. "It's our confinement, Harry. Professor Happ brought a stack of old materials from Professor McGonagall for us to transcribe—about the student ban list and the corresponding punishment."

Harry recalled more details, and he remembered that Malfoy had been chattering beside him as he transcribed the material.

But he quickly realized the point of Hermione's words, his eyes widened: "You saw my father's name on it!"

"More than that, Harry," said Hermione, "all four of them. I mean, the names I saw were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Payne. Deru-"

"That's why you were so surprised when you heard the full name of Professor Lupin! So you already knew it." Harry cleared up a confusion, which made him appetite again, he stuck a sausage, Stuttered. But his eyes were always on Hermione.

"That's right," Hermione said. "Actually, it may be that I transcribed the parts from those years... Anyway, I have seen quite a few prohibited records."

Harry stammered, "You mean, my father he..."

Hermione said softly, "Similar to twins, but maybe more lively." She picked her words carefully. "Your father's name is often mixed with Sirius Black, and the occasional two others. It means—"

"They're friends! Besides, my father obviously has a better relationship with Sirius Black!" Harry hammered the table sharply.

He remembered that on the eve of school, he overheard the Weasleys' conversation. He didn't actually feel much fear when he learned that Sirius Black was the target of his escape.

The fugitive killed thirteen people with one spell. He should be afraid, but Hogwarts is the safest place. There are Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Hepp, who has a good relationship with him.

The only thing that puzzled him was that Mr. Weasley had a private conversation with him before he got on the train the next day. During the conversation, Mr. Weasley made him promise that he would not take the initiative to find Black...

Why did he go looking for someone who was going to kill him?

But now everything is clear, that Blake and his father are good friends, together they violated the ban, roamed the castle together, and went to the Forbidden Forest to explore together...

It is hard to imagine that such two people would become enemies.

'Yeah, he's a Death Eater, war can make people crazy, think about Voldemort! ' Harry said to himself.

Ron stared dumbfounded at the two, especially Hermione, almost ten months had passed since the confinement! She simply ate the secret into her stomach, and she didn't leak a word of it.

Hermione looked at Harry approvingly: "I think so too, and..." She went on in one breath: "And I also saw the name of Severus Snape, and they fought each other seven times. Eight - your father and Snape."

Harry was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help looking at the teachers' bench.

A quarter of an hour ago.

Similar things were being talked about in the teachers' chair.

Snape slowly put a potato in his mouth and chewed it slowly, "Felix, the new professor is not to be trusted, in fact - he and the criminal on the run were close friends, and they had been friends since school. Smells congruent."

Felix looked up and said casually, "I don't know that. Can you say more, Professor?"

Snape glared at him. "What do you want to know?"

"All you can say."

Snape looked at him with disgust. "Nothing to talk about, Potter, Black, Lupin, and that Peter. They were almost inseparable when they were in school, and they were loafing around and causing trouble."

"Especially that Potter, arrogant and stupid, who mistrusted the traitor..."

"You had a bad relationship when you were in school?"

Snape's expression stiffened, and he said slowly, "You did find out a lot."

Felix curled his lips and said with a smile, "It's all on the bright side. After all, you and he were both outstanding figures at that time. Many people miss you, such as the proprietress of Three Broomsticks."

"Don't inquire about me any more, Felix. I warn you..."

"We're a gang, aren't we, Dean?" Felix changed his title: "But you always have to give me more information. If it's a personal grudge, then I can only say sorry, I don't Will help you deal with Professor Lupin."

After a long stare, Snape raised his head slightly and said softly, "Personal feud? You'll be amazed when you see Lupin for who he is, Felix. You can stay out of it, and I can catch Black alone and enjoy The sweetness of revenge."

"They blocked you? Professor, didn't you get beaten up badly in school?" Felix asked curiously.

Snape's gaze became terrifying, and Felix remedied, "Oh, of course not. At least it's a close match, or who were the little curses that taught you to be tested?"

Snape stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. He glanced at the Gryffindor table subconsciously, and at the same time, Harry was looking over, and their eyes met.

The surprise on Harry's face had not faded, and Snape's eyes were as calm as a deep fountain.

After a while, he waved his sleeves and left.