A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Felix came out of the headmaster's office, he was still pondering Dumbledore's last advice to him: never try to play tricks.

He shook his head, ready to see Hagrid's big dog, that guy should be five or six feet tall, right?

the other side.

In the Gryffindor common room, many people were still discussing what had just happened, and right in front of them, Professor McGonagall took a terrifying-looking old woman and dragged Neville Longbottom away. .

Judging from the helpless expression on his Xiao Yuan's face, it seemed that he was about to go to the execution ground.

"That's Neville's grandmother, I saw it during the holidays," Harry said. "She was tough on Neville."

Hermione said softly, "Professor Hepp must have persuaded her, so she came to take Neville to buy a new wand."

The three of them knew about Professor Happer's suggestion that Neville change his wand, and they accompanied Neville to send the professor's letter together.

Ron pointedly pointed out: "He should have changed it a long time ago, you have no idea how good the effect of my new wand is! But speaking of it, Neville's grandmother looks very strong, why didn't his parents come? ?"

Harry said: "Probably killed by the Death Eaters, when Neville's grandmother mentioned that Neville's parents were tortured by the Death Eaters and never leaked information."

"The Death Eaters..." said Ron in disgust. "What a horrific bunch."

"Yeah," said Harry sullenly, "like that Sirius Black."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and Harry had been acting wrong since Thursday night.

Ron said, "Harry, my letter has been sent, but my dad hasn't replied yet."

"Well, thanks," Harry replied feebly.

Hermione checked the time. "Sorry, I'll go out." She hurried away and came back again after about seven or eight minutes, yawning and looking around, passing their seats twice.

Ron said dissatisfiedly: "Hermione, I thought you were changed by Neville, and your memory has suddenly changed a lot."

"What? Oh, I was just thinking about it, we talked about Thursday night's intelligence, Harry, let's revisit it, and honestly, I don't know what's so frustrating about you."

Harry said dejectedly: "I used to wonder why Snape hated me so much... A dozen days ago I thought it was because he and my father were mortal enemies in school, and then I found out that I was also involved with my mother. ."

Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, and Ron said, "You're the one who got it right, Harry. It's easy to understand when you think about it, Snape and your mother are neighbors and have a certain friendship, and he may even have a crush on him. Your mother. But the two went further and further apart. As for your father and Snape, that's another story."

He finally concluded: "It's actually two people Snape knew, one was a neighbor and the other was a nemesis, but they happened to be your parents."

Harry said: "I always feel weird, I never thought I'd still be involved with Snape."

"It's just friendship and hatred from the previous generation, let's get on with it, Harry," said Ron. "I can get relatives with any Death Eater if I want, I mean those purebloods. I'm worried about this, I'm afraid I'm going to die of anger." He made a vomiting expression.

"But, as you said, if Snape likes my mother," Harry couldn't help shivering, as if he was covered in slimy Flobber caterpillars, "why didn't they get together after that? ?"

Ron asked suspiciously, "Any connection? You're expecting Snape to be—"

Harry covered his mouth in exasperation, and Ron said with a grin, "Still bored? Makes you think."

Harry said angrily: "If you talk like that again, I'll put Uncle Fernon's smelly socks in your mouth while you sleep at night." After that, he murmured for a long time, thinking about how to explain the uncomfortable feeling in his heart. , and finally gave up completely, "I'm just exhausted!"

Hermione thought to the side: "Harry, I think your worries are superfluous, there is no way the two of them can get together."

"Why?" Harry asked eagerly. He had been haunted by this weird feeling these days, even more than his hatred of Sirius Black, and he couldn't wait to seek more evidence.

"Because of the war." Hermione said, "Don't forget the background at that time, it was the most rampant era of mysterious people, and Slytherin Academy was equivalent to a boot camp for Death Eaters."

"So what?" Ron asked with interest, pulling out a pack of marshmallows and handing them to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "You didn't think about the faction, did you really think it was playing a house? According to the concept of the mysterious person, Harry's mother was a Muggle-born, the lowest existence, and naturally stood in the mysterious person's position. The opposite of . And Snape...is he pure blood or half blood?" She asked Ron uncertainly.

Ron recalled carefully, "I don't remember the Snape family. Maybe he inherited his father's surname?"

"That's supposed to be half-blood," said Hermione, "but he's on the side of You-Know-Who anyway—"

Harry said rationally, "He didn't. If he was a Death Eater, he couldn't have escaped Dumbledore's sight."

"Okay," Hermione revised her words: "According to Professor Lupin, Snape at least partially shares the idea of ​​You-Know-Who? Come to think of it, Harry, how could they be together? Their circle Two completely opposing camps!"

Harry was suddenly enlightened, and the problem that was bothering him was solved. They soon began a lively discussion of how Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.

"The only thing that can fight a Dementor at the moment is the Patronus Charm, but he can't have a wand," Hermione said.

Ron guessed, "Maybe it's some kind of deep black magic, taught to him by a mysterious person?"

Hermione thought of the stack of black magic books in Professor Heppe's Thinking Cabin, and decided to ask Professor Heppe what he knew in private. "By the way, Harry, have you always carried that looking glass with you?"

"Yeah," Harry pulled out a walnut-sized golden speculum from his pocket, "it looks like it's broken, never changed."

Ron hurriedly said, "Don't, it's going to change, then we'll be miserable."

Several people were doing their homework in the lounge, and Wood came to Harry once in the middle to tell him the latest Quidditch training plan. Wood pulled Harry aside mysteriously, and said something with a bright face.

When Harry returned, Ron couldn't help asking, "He looks happy?"

"Yes," Harry carefully tucked the parchment full of training plans into the book, "according to him, the troll captain of Slytherin is likely to be detained by the professor, and he is ready to keep an eye on this. a little."

After about an hour, Neville returned, with no visible expression on his face.

"Neville, this way!" Harry beckoned to him. "How's the new wand?"

Neville murmured, "It's okay." He pulled out two old and new wands from his pocket, but otherwise, they were very similar.

Hermione discerned carefully, "Cherry wood, needless to say, the core is unicorn hair, as for the size..." She measured, "Thirteen inches. That's right?"

Neville looked at her in surprise.

Hermione said cheerfully, "I spent a lot of time studying wands last school year."