A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

school clinic.

Tonks woke up from the hospital bed and touched the bed covered with white linen sheets, feeling a little dazed for a while.

what's going on?

She remembered getting rid of the old toad, and no one cared about her, she decided to have a good time around the campus, including going back to the common room to lie down on the soft-seat sofa with yellow and black stripes, and eat in the kitchen A Yorkshire pudding, how did she end up in the school hospital?

"Well, are you awake? I know your name, Tonks, from Professor Heppe, Felix Heppe," said a voice.

Tonks turned his head sharply and looked at the other side of the hospital bed. This was a middle-aged (?) wizard. His face was still young, but his appearance was weathered and his hair was gray. He was looking at him apologetically. Own.

Well, I think, what was I doing before I passed out? There are fights and quarrels, and I want to go there and watch the excitement...

"You knocked me out?" she said incredulously.

Lupin coughed twice in embarrassment. Although Professor Haipu suggested that he leave the person in the school hospital and leave it alone, he still decided to stay, at least apologise.

"This is an accident..." He suddenly stopped, this is the fourth time he has said this sentence today.

Tonks shrugged and jumped out of the hospital bed. "Wait—Mrs. Pomfrey suggests you take another look," Lupin said.

"What to observe, the awakening time of the stun spell?" Tonks looked very proud: "I guess it is ten minutes, I have done confrontation training in the department, and the best score is seven and a half minutes, but it is usually ten minutes. ."

Lupin opened his mouth slightly, and rationally didn't tell her the truth. She had been hit by more than one stun spell, and not only passed out for ten minutes, hoping that this would be a secret that only he knew. but--

"I lay in bed for two hours?" Tonks looked at Madam Pomfrey in surprise. When he was about to come out, the head nurse in charge stopped her and insisted on checking again.

"Otherwise?" Madam Pomfrey said impatiently. "There's still a whole day's sleep. If Remus said you might be on business, I wouldn't care... it's fine."

She rambled away, and Tonks turned to Lupin and reassured, "I lay there for two hours?"

"...Yes, I was just about to tell you." Lupin said bravely.

"Oh, forget it~" Tonks said cheerfully, "You're the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? There are really two times..."

"It's not me... well, how do you know I'm a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Or else? One of the things I looked forward to most when I was in school was to see what the new professor looked like."

"Miss Tonks—"

"Call me Tonks, I haven't officially introduced myself yet, Nymphadora Tonks, but don't call me by my first name," she muttered under her breath, "mommy fool," in the English vocabulary, " "Nepha" is an unseemly word.

"Hello, Tonks, my name is Remus Lupin."

...

Gryffindor common room.

Harry was fiddling with his new acquisition—a nameless book in a ghostly style. Ron reached out and touched it curiously. The surface of the book was like water, and lightning-shaped lines suddenly appeared when he touched it.

Hermione asked worriedly, "Are you really going to learn to Apparate?"

"That's right," Harry said decisively. "I think it suits me best. Listen to me, Hermione. I thought about it for two hours, and I still think I made the right choice."

After returning from classroom 7, or being escorted back by Percy, he was originally indignant. He had the urge to go to Professor Lupin's office under the Invisibility Cloak, but two seats away was Percy Way. Sly, he had been following Professor Hepp's instructions to watch, or protect him.

Especially since he had only been attacked yesterday, and now the whole school knows that Sirius is obsessed with him - like a thousand rumours and legends in the school, and it's not true either.

He had to abandon the tantalizing idea and instead study the dueling competition reward that Professor Hepp had given him. He shared his thoughts to Ron and Hermione: "I had this idea when I was writing my dueling paper, and Professor Flitwick said that to find what I do best and make the most of my strengths, my best What are you good at?"

"It's Quidditch," Harry whispered, "and Professor Hepp told me privately that he once admired my reflexes..."

"Hi~" Ron smacked his tongue, "You mean you can also swoosh in the future?" He gestured randomly with both hands, imitating the continuous Apparition movement.

Harry said: "That's what I expected too..."

"Hermione!"

The twins came in from outside, Fred holding a ginger cat in his hand. "Crookshanks has been lingering at the door, and I think he brought you a present," he said with a grin.

Hermione bowed her head, "Crookshanks, come here."

There was something in the ginger cat's mouth, and she just hoped it wasn't a big spider, or she'd have to clean it up again, and Crookshanks hopped on the table lightly, spitting it out.

"This is—" Hermione's eyes widened.

"It's the magic puppet that Professor Hepp took with him today," Harry affirmed, fiddling with it. "It looks like the armor in the castle, and he was saying hello to me."

Hermione patted the big cat on the head, "Why did you take the professor's stuff? We should give it back to the professor."

"That's right," Harry immediately agreed. He especially wanted to ask about Professor Lupin. If there was a valid reason, Percy wouldn't stop him, would he?

The knight on the table—or rather, Sirius had a depressed look on his face. He was thrown out by Lupin, knowing that he couldn't help, and that he was just adding to the mess, so he hurried to find Felix.

First went to classroom No. 7, there was no one in it; then he went to his office, dodging the dirty claws of the little wizards all the way, and slammed the door hard, but there was no response, he barely climbed up the window, only to find that there was no one inside.

He didn't know what to do for a while, maybe Dumbledore would be a good choice? But he didn't know the password at all, and when he came out of the office, he met Crookshanks.

Crookshanks was his ally and gave him a lot of information about the castle, and he was always grateful that the cat was smart enough to tell not only who he was, but whether he was good or bad.

This time, too, Crookshanks recognized him and kept trying to communicate with him, but he was enchanted and couldn't speak - unless he got rid of his candy armor.

He can only make gestures, but unfortunately, Crookshanks, although smart, is obviously not that smart.

After some ineffective communication, Crookshanks took him to the common room.

Ron looked at him with interest. "Can you talk? Hey! Percy has one who can talk."

"Ouch!"

Sirius angrily stabbed Ron's finger with his knight's sword. Ron was in pain and let him fall on the table, making him groggy.

"Come on, Ron!"

Sirius heard the voice like the sound of nature, what is this little girl's name, she is also the owner of Crookshanks, she is really a good person.

Hermione picked up the knight, "Let's go, let's return it to the professor."

They walked all the way to the door, Harry staring nervously at Percy, but he didn't stop, maybe thinking that two hours was more than Professor Hepp expected?

Harry was glad to see him bow his head again, fiddling with the high-level magic puppet, next to the twins who kept spinning around him.

"You should let us see, maybe add some new features, like -- suddenly pull out a dung bomb and stick someone in the face?"

Harry closed the lounge door, shutting the Weasley brothers' commotion behind him, and the two seniors approached them excitedly: "Have you heard? A little girl in Slytherin set off Not a small mess..."

"What happened?" his companion asked with interest.

"You would never have guessed that she let out a big snake in the Slytherin lounge!"