A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The three of them returned to the common room, Hermione seemed extraordinarily silent, but she had already made up her mind to tell Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt.

Harry received a brand new Firebolt this morning. She has heard Harry talk about the name of this broom more than once. The Firebolt is known as "the fastest broom in the world". There is currently no mass production and no quotation. , just thinking about it, you can guess how exaggerated the price is.

Harry has more than once described his special training in Diagon Alley, watching the charming curves of the Firebolt outside the window of the Quidditch boutique with Professor Hepp - this is already the special training Harry has survived. One of the spiritual sustenance.

But Hermione believed that Harry and Ron were unaware of the danger at all, and it was very likely that the broom had been sent anonymously by a dark wizard with an unknown curse. She wondered why Harry was so careless, especially after having had Quirrell manipulated on a broom in the first year.

'What if it was from Sirius Black? ’

Hermione didn't join the conversation until Harry took the initiative to talk about the wonderful gift that Professor Hepp had given, "Professor gave you a Dementor?"

"It's a Dementor doll!" Harry emphasized. "It's exactly like the real thing, the chill and the bad memory that suddenly came to my heart..." He shuddered.

"Didn't you look at the card inside? Maybe there's a description on it." Hermione guessed, but she couldn't think of any use.

Harry shook his head, "I just opened it for one look, and then quickly closed the box... To be honest, I want to exchange with Ron." He looked at Ron, and Ron grinned, "Professor Hepp sent I have a whole set of picture books."

Harry couldn't help but ask Hermione, "What gift did the professor give you?"

Hermione said, "It's a chestnut memory disk."

"Chestnut... what?" Harry said, puzzled.

"It's hard to describe in words, wait, I'll show it to you. Also, Harry, bring your Dementor doll too, let's study it together, the professor must have his own intentions."

After a minute, they were together again.

Harry stared at the chestnut memory plate in a daze, "This is... a craft plate? I've seen something similar at the Dursleys, and they gave it to important clients."

"Oh, of course not. I'll show you a demonstration. Professor Heppe hopes that I can give some more opinions... It may appear in class next semester." Hermione said, she tapped the chestnut wood plate with her wand, and the complicated magic The text pattern was lit up, and the silver fine sand condensed into a cloud. Hermione closed her eyes and recalled it carefully, then put her finger on the cloud.

The fine sand rustled down, and a familiar three-dimensional picture appeared in front of Harry and Ron.

"Merlin's beard, this is—we're in a secret room, a secret room..." Ron's eyes widened.

"It's a replay of our past memories," Hermione whispered.

Harry was also taken back to a year ago by the sight on the chestnut plate, but it was the first time he was looking at the experience from a different perspective, and he couldn't help asking Hermione, "I just jumped like that?" He I measured it, and the Slytherin statue was about five or six as tall as him. If he jumped crookedly, he wouldn't have to wait until the basilisk's tail swept over, and he would fall half to death, and then be eaten by the basilisk.

"We're all brave," said Ron uneasily to Hermione, looking at "himself" awkwardly seducing the basilisk, "that, Hermione—can I try?" Hermione's name was called for the first time after the argument outside the cabin.

Hermione pursed her lips, "Of course. You can choose another memory, that is, the one with the deepest impression on you, the effect will be better."

Harry was glad they were talking again, because in his experience Ron and Hermione would have had a cold fight for a day or two.

"Let me think, impressed..." Ron muttered, his wand knocked on the edge of the chestnut plate, and soon a new three-dimensional picture appeared - the background was rather blurred, and a car could be vaguely seen, Straight into a tall tree, it was a beating willow.

The willow branches danced wildly, crackling on the car, like a violent storm, the car barely rushed out, making two muffled noises, the door snapped open, throwing the salute and two people—yes Harry and Ron.

"Except for the one in the back room, this is probably the most doomed experience I've ever had." Ron looked at the little man on the plate, "but there are still a lot of ambiguities, and I can't remember what that car looked like. , I hope it's all right in the forbidden forest."

Harry tried it too. "There just happens to be something for you to see, what Voldemort really looks like..."

Moments later, Ron and Hermione finally saw the scene of Harry facing Voldemort alone in the first year - Quirrell lifted his garlicky scarf and turned his back to Harry, revealing a deadly white face. Under the red evil eyes are two slender nostrils like snakes.

Ron and Hermione gasped, and they grabbed Harry's arms nervously. Harry couldn't help baring his teeth, "Hmm~" he complained, "I told you last year. You didn't exaggerate when you listened, did you?"

"That's different, Harry. We were just listening to your description, but this time we saw the picture directly." Ron said tremblingly, "He, he's so scary, doesn't the mysterious person have a nose?" His focus is always weird.

Harry almost laughed, but he quickly made himself serious and said as objectively as possible: "Well...he's really ugly, and I used to have nightmares for a while."

Then the three looked at the box in front of them, which was a gift from Professor Hepp to Harry.

Ron couldn't help but confirm, "Do you really want to open it? The look on your face the first time you opened it almost scared me to death." He explained to Hermione, "Imagine you're happily unwrapping a present and looking at When my companion suddenly fell off the bed, his face was pale..."

Harry glanced at Hermione, and Hermione nodded at him, "We must make sure."

Harry took a deep breath and opened the gift box—

At first glance, it was just a relatively delicate dementor doll, nothing unusual, but the next second, a chill swept across the body, the doll seemed to come alive, and the dementor's robes began to flutter, and they even saw this A picture: A gray rotting hand sticks out from under a black robe, like a corpse that has been soaked in water for a long time...

Harry hurriedly closed the box while he was not suffocating, and he panted, "You all saw it." Ron's face was taken aback.

"Card," Hermione said suddenly.

"what?"

"Card, Harry, there's a card under the dementor doll."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry cheered up, "So, we just have to endure one more time to find out why Professor Heppe gave me this thing?" He actually suspected that Professor Heppe laughed at himself for being timid, but It's impossible to think about.

But before he confirmed it, he was still worried.

Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "I don't think so." She took the box and opened a gap just enough for her hand to go in. As she groped, she explained, "The professor would never give a dangerous gift. ...there is!"

She smoothly pulled a card out of the box, and Harry and Ron stared at her, "Hermione, you're so smart."

Hermione waved her hand, "Oh, I just—I just thought about it, you guys got it wrong." She read the card—

"Harry, I heard that you asked Professor Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm, maybe this can help you.

Another: The doll is casted, as long as you don't look at it, it will not be affected. "

She looked at the two of them: "That's all there is to it, and it's been made clear."

"Wow, that's cool!" said Ron. "We can try again."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and opened the box. The chill struck again, but he closed his eyes immediately, and the terrifying cold and damp feeling disappeared very suddenly. He heard Ron's excited voice: "It really works! Just look away."

Harry opened his eyes and watched Ron keep turning his head back and forth, glancing at the dementor, then quickly turning to the side, then back... He was so funny, Harry couldn't help laughing this time. laugh it out.

...

Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy was unpacking his own gift, and in the gift box that read "Draco Malfoy from Felix Happ" was neatly stacked with a whole set of comic strips. Not unfamiliar - "Little Wizard Micky Adventures", this book has also raised a lot of topics for a period of time.

His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, with blond hair and blue eyes, came in, and Narcissa put her hand gently on Draco's shoulder, "Draco, we're going to have lunch, your present is unwrapped. Is it over, what did Pansy give you?"

Draco grunted, "A dress."

"Oh, our Draco has grown up." Narcissa said with a smile, her eyes falling on the book in Draco's hand: "Whose gift is this, a... a comic book?"

"A professor at school," Draco said, turning the page.

...

Longbottom House.

The old houses were brought back to life, and the dull tapestries were cleaned up to reveal their original golden red. Almost every few steps, you will see a small Christmas tree with brightly colored ribbons hanging on it.

A boy with a round face is trying to hang golden balls strung together on a Christmas tree.

"Nar, Nal!" Alice Longbottom called from a distance, "your Uncle Algie and Aunt Eni are here."

"Horse, come right now, Mom!" Neville responded. He stood on tiptoe, and it took him more than ten seconds to finally hang the ball on the Christmas tree. There was a fine layer of sweat on the tip of his nose.

When he turned around, Alice was standing behind him looking at him peacefully.

"Mom—" Neville blushed, he felt a little ashamed of what he had just done.

At the dinner table, a large group of relatives sat together, and they warmly celebrated the return of Frank and Alice. Halfway through the feast, Uncle Algie, a thin-cheeked and goatee, shouted, "Good! Good!" Two glasses of high spirits, blushing as if on fire.

He looked at Neville: "Boy, I heard that you have made great progress recently, show your hand to the man!"

Neville huddled cautiously behind Alice, Alice patted him on the shoulder, Neville stood up, he drew his wand, the tip of the wand suddenly flashed red, and a spell flew out.

"Silent Curse!" Uncle Algie was startled and nearly fell over from his chair. "Don't, Frank, don't help me—I'm not capable of that at his age!"

Neville scratched his head and laughed naively.

...

Muggle world, London villa district.

"Justin, it's eleven o'clock, the guests will come later, remember the excuse we discussed."

"I know~ I know~" said Justin with curly hair, he didn't look very happy: "The reason why I didn't go to Eton College was because of my poor health, so I could only hire a tutor and go to the air every year. A fresh place to relax... Mom, don't you think that's a lame excuse? Every time they see me, I'm bouncing around."

"Who made a little wizard in our family, can't go to Eton College, I'm more disappointed than you, but—" Mrs. Finlay winked mischievously: "When the guests leave, you can tell me about going to school. I still can't believe what happened at the time, Lockhart was a liar, and his books were so beautiful..."

Justin rolled his eyes covertly.

...

Hogwarts, Felix walked out of the office, the usual ornate Christmas decorations along the way, holly and mistletoe woven ribbons in the corridors far away to the Great Hall, the armor in the castle was polished to shine.

He walked into the auditorium, and four long wooden tables were moved to the wall, leaving only one table in the center of the room for a dozen people to eat. Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Flitwick were all there. Filch also changed into an old tuxedo.

"I hope I'm not late," Felix said with a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Felix, I like the wool socks you gave me, there are twelve colors in total, I can change them." Dumbledore said happily: "We are still waiting for the students to come, they may think It's still the usual time, but it's actually a little earlier—"

"We're taking turns telling jokes to pass the time, it's Severus' turn."

Felix turned his head to look at Snape, his face stern, with resistance written all over his expressionless face.