A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Hogwarts is not Valentine's Day, at least the professors don't mention it much, and the homework left on Friday was not less than a point. But for the little wizard, this is a very important festival.

"Think about it, it's only one day a year when girls put on beautiful clothes and wait for others' invitations emotionally..."

Early in the morning, Harry walked listlessly out of the bedroom to see the Weasley twins selling couples mirrors to a tall, freckled boy.

"...We have two styles now. If you think the heart shape is in love and not suitable for you, you can try the rectangular one. We can match it with some little Eros decorations."

"But... I don't have anyone to send." The freckled-faced boy said hesitantly.

"Opportunity waits for no one! Buy our products, go back and change into a formal suit, and take advantage of the morning to make an invitation—" Fred said seductively.

George was performing, and he put his right hand to his chest and bowed affectionately, "Ma'am, can I invite you for a walk?"

The boys happily bought their products.

Harry gave the twins a thumbs up, and the twins returned a broad smile.

"Will anyone still buy it?"

"Valentine's Day represents sweet love, just like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain, even people who didn't plan to buy can't help but be moved..."

Harry walked over to Hermione, glad to see that she was no different than usual. She was grading a thick stack of papers. He glanced at it and found out with a guilty conscience that it turned out to be a third-grade ancient rune exam paper. With six mistakes, Harry secretly guessed how many red circles his paper would have.

He reached out and turned it over, and Hermione slapped him on the hand, "Don't mess up, this is what I've done this morning."

It didn't take long for Ron to come out, one of his trousers tangled in his sock, and yawned and fiddled with his trousers when Harry pointed it out.

"Anything going on?" he asked.

"We asked Neville and the others to read books by the Black Lake, remember, it's one of the few things we can do." Harry said that Professor McGonagall initially seemed to want to trap him in the castle to get moldy, but in the Under his reasoning, some places outside the castle were reluctantly opened to him.

For example, the Black Lake is a good place. It is backed by the castle, and the surrounding area is unobstructed. Blake will appear in this place.

"Exactly," Ron cheered up: "I can try the newly learned Imprisonment Spell again. The duel match is about to start, and I don't want to play a round."

Due to the large number of registrations, the duel competition has been rescheduled to the second day of the weekend, that is, tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, and it will take place all day.

Harry said matter-of-factly, "You're pretty good in a dueling group." At least, Ron was the third person since him and Hermione to learn the spell, albeit at a steep price.

The small jar of bruise ointment he had asked for from Madam Pomfrey had run out.

Ron's interest was obviously high. In the next period of time, he began to talk about his experience of learning this spell: "As Professor Hepp said, you must understand this spell. How do you understand? I personally think that you need to experience magic in person. Makes you feel..."

Ginny and Neville came out soon. At this time, Hermione also quickly marked the last test paper. She glanced at the time: "Let's go."

When they came out of the lounge, they were surprised to find that there were already some people in the corridor, and couples were walking around generously holding hands. And near every boy or girl with tangled eyes, there is a favorite person in his (her) line of sight.

They passed a group of second-year girls, and the wind blew their conversation, "You think...Professor...my card?"

"What's on their minds?" said Ron incredulously.

Hermione understood: "Maybe they just want to send a holiday greeting..."

They waited for a few minutes at the gate of the castle, when Luna jumped out, holding Ginny's hand, "It's right to get out of the castle, to avoid the hoppers in the mistletoe."

"Hook... what?" Ron asked.

"Junior hook, it will make people flustered and lose their minds..."

"That explains why witches like to kiss under mistletoe," Ron teased and Harry tried to laugh, but Ginny and Hermione both stared at him.

The little wizards sat in twos and threes on the grass by the black lake and under the shade of the trees. They picked an open space and enjoyed a leisurely time. Until the third girl handed Harry the card with the encouragement of his friend, Ron said sourly: "Why don't you accept their invitation."

Harry's face heated up, and he stammered, "I, uh...because..."

Luna said cheerfully, "Do you have someone you like?"

As soon as the words fell, Ron and Ginny stared at Harry's face, as if to see a flower. Harry growled angrily, "No—"

Luna stared at him with a surprised expression.

"You scared her," Hermione said sternly, and Ron defended Harry. "Luna always does, doesn't she?"

Luna said in a trance, "I don't think she was talking about me." She pointed to a weeping willow by the lake in the distance, and everyone looked in the direction of her finger.

Ron narrowed his eyes. "It seems to be a boy." He looked at Harry meaningfully.

Harry said in embarrassment: "Maybe it's because of my shout just now... just, just..."

However, after more than ten minutes, the boy was still staring at him, and even Harry felt it, and he felt uncomfortable.

Hermione stood up. "Why don't we go ask him, maybe he has something important to do." She walked to the willow tree and talked silently, pointing at Harry in the middle.

After a while, Hermione came back and looked at them inexplicably: "He won't say a word."

Ron laughed, "Only let Harry go."

Harry got up from the grass and shrugged, "It's definitely not what you think, wait, I guess it's about the dueling study group?"

He walked over and almost saw the boy's appearance. He should be a first-year freshman. He was wearing a loose old robe, and the corners of the fabric were flying.

All of this reminded him of Ron, Harry smiled, and wondered how if the boy was really his admirer, how could he make his tone both polite and firm, a Colin Creevey was enough to give him a headache .

Sixty feet, fifty feet, the boy opposite looked at Harry with the same surprise, opening his mouth to say something.

"Om~Om~"

Harry's pocket began to vibrate, and then a harsh beep sounded suddenly, so loud that it could be heard halfway across the Black Lake.

Harry's smile froze, and time seemed to slow down all of a sudden. He could see every change in the expression on the boy's face, and even wondered if it was the same for himself.

But the next second, he realized a fact - looking glass! The speculum is ringing!

"It's Sirius Black, run!" Harry yelled, leaning swiftly to one side, reaching for his wand, and a red light flew out in the blink of an eye.

But the spell hit the willow tree, and the boy, no, Sirius Black also pulled out a wand, blocked the thick rope flying towards him, turned around and ran.

Harry didn't even bother to catch up, the high-pitched buzzing made him unable to hear the sounds around him, and his heart beat faster, chasing after Black hard.

"Harry, don't take the risk!"

Percy hugged him hurriedly, peanut flakes in one hand, and Harry struggled, "Let go—let me—hold—he—"

He kept his eyes on Blake, and the students around him stared blankly at it all. Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny came running, "Harry, oh—that is, that is?" Minshang shouted out of breath, trying to suppress the buzzing.

"It's Sirius Black!" Harry yelled, not listening at all.

Neville asked blankly, "What are you talking about?"

"Whoosh!"

The crowd saw Professor Hepp descend from the sky, the Nimbus broom flashed away, his wand pointed at Harry, and the buzzing disappeared.

"Professor - Sirius Black, here he is!"

"Disguised as a student, it's a compound decoction—"

"He still has a wand in his hand!"

Felix said quietly: "In which direction did he run?"

Harry hurriedly pointed in one direction, he suddenly realized that there was no Apparition near Hogwarts, it was Hermione who told him, which meant that there was still a chance!