A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Hermione was still dizzy when she came out of the office.

Although the professor didn't say it explicitly, the implication was pretty obvious that Sirius Black was innocent, or, at least to Harry, harmless.

She didn't know whether to tell Harry or not, but she didn't know the truth, and it was only annoying to say it, and she was annoying enough now. As the Easter holidays approached, and the professors in various disciplines increased their homework, Hermione felt as busy as a spinning top.

She uses the time-turner to the extreme, but even so, she inevitably misses some lessons.

Hermione was a little fortunate that the duel study group was temporarily cancelled, because Harry's entire attention was on the daily Quidditch training, and he had to discuss various tactics with Wood during the daily intervals, and the homework could only be done in fragmented time. .

This caused the quality of Harry's papers to decline all the way, but fortunately he was not the only one being scolded.

Harry and Draco Malfoy were called to the Transfiguration professor's office. "Gentlemen, I know you're preparing for the Quidditch final, but that's not why you messed up your homework." Professor McGonagall said with a face.

Yes, the Quidditch final, Harry thought in a trance, tomorrow was the first day of the Easter holiday, and the first Saturday after the holiday was the Gryffindor vs Slytherin game.

He regained his senses and stared at Draco Malfoy, his pale face with marked dark circles under his eyes, looking defiantly. This is just a microcosm of the tension between the two academies and the two teams. Recently, the conflict between the lion and the snake is almost on the bright side.

There was a haze in Draco's eyes. He was under a lot of pressure on the team and was used as a distraction to slow down Potter's attack speed, which made him resentful for a while, but when he thought about the speed of the Firebolt, he was very angry. There is no temper.

He wrote to his family to inquire about the price of the Firebolt, but his father rarely rejected him. It was more expensive than the seven Nimbus 2001s of his entire team combined. He was a little puzzled. Who gave it to Potter? ?

Not a foolish admirer of Potter.

"...Never before. Two students are still in the hospital with leeks in their ears, and seven people are locked up..." Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to be used as the background sound of the gunpowder-smelling staring at each other. , and apparently, McGonagall found it too.

She said angrily: "Go, I'll only say this once, but if you don't restrain..." She blushed and hesitated for a long time, but still insisted: "I'll put your confinement, that's right. , before the final! I'll discuss it with Severus."

Harry hurriedly assured Professor McGonagall, and Draco's expression softened, he squeezed a smile at Harry, and Harry forbeared no sarcasm and shook hands with him.

Coming out of the Transfiguration Classroom, the two people who were leaning against each other were far apart, and Draco snorted contemptuously, turned and left. Harry returned to the common room, just in time to hear Seamus roaring: "This is also called a vacation? It's still a long way from the exam!"

Looking closer, I found that they were counting the homework left by each subject.

Dean Thomas clenched his fingers, he had been counting for a long time: "...History of Magic, three two-foot papers; Potions, three papers, one of which is three feet, Snape's brain must be a Water! The title is - let me see - Appreciation of the improved formula of wolf poison potion..."

Dean whispered a swear word and said, "Why do we have to write this stuff if we don't have the final exam?" research results.”

Harry couldn't agree more with him, and Dean continued: "...Transfiguration class, two papers, and a dead-to-living transfiguration exercise; astronomy class, twelve astrological charts..."

He heard the sound of retching next to him, turned his head and saw that it was Neville. He said palely, "Sorry, I'm a little nauseous..."

The twins leaned over and asked, "Would you like some pick-me-up?"

Harry looked puzzled and said, "Isn't this a cure for a cold?"

Refreshers were Madam Pomfrey's forte and had immediate effects on colds and flu, with the only downside being that after drinking the potion, smoke would keep coming out of her ears for the next few hours.

"We modified it to live up to its name," Fred said with a smile, "I'll try it out for you." He took out a piece of candy and shoved it into his mouth, "We made it a solid, easy to carry, This way you can take it in class. Well, it's a bit nasty, George, write it down, you can change it to a fruity flavor..."

"Got it, buddy," George grinned. He took over the job of explaining and said to the group of young wizards, "You'll be in high spirits for the next few hours, except for a little after-effect..."

"Woooo!"

Fred seemed to have been hit by something. There was a burst of white smoke in his ears, and a loud whistle sounded from his mouth. A Sic."

Dean was very interested in this, and Harry looked at the homework piled up on the table and was a little moved. At this time, a lot of little wizards had already surrounded him and pushed him outside. After queuing for five minutes, he found that every two minutes, Fred would make a whistle sound, as if he was in the queue. Like a train.

He thought about it again and again, but backed out and found Ron and Hermione in the corner. Hermione's eyes were a little red, and she yawned in small mouths. He felt that Hermione needed a pick-me-up, or a pick-me-up.

She was writing and drawing on a piece of parchment, and Harry glanced down to see that it was a final revision plan.

After a while, Hermione was finally busy with the task at hand, she bit her quill: "I should make the most of the Easter holiday, I have completed the homework for the history of magic and astronomy class-"

Ron said in surprise: "Don't you finish the ancient rune homework first every time?"

"The professor waived my homework, saying there was no need to waste time," Hermione said.

Ron let out a whimper, "How can this be... I'm still counting on your paper!"

"As a matter of fact," Hermione said with a stern face, "the top ten on the answer parchment list were all exempted from homework."

Ron's eyes turned to Harry, his eyes full of anticipation, Harry shrank his shoulders, "I have to train for most of my vacation, we have an advantage, but we may be overturned. This is the worst situation-- Wood is finally mad."

"Okay, I'll write it, and I'll lend it to you." Ron sighed.

Hermione snorted, but she didn't say anything, just got up and walked out of the lounge, and after a while, she came back yawning, looking even more tired.

Harry continued on the topic just now, "It's a little strange to say that Professor McGonagall no longer forbids me to go out..."

Hermione jolted and woke up.

"What's the matter with you, Hermione?" Harry looked at her strangely. "Do you know why?"

"No, it's another thing, I'm not sure yet." Hermione said hesitantly, "I have something to tell you when the Quidditch match is over."

...

The next morning.

Felix dressed neatly and went to the award ceremony.

The third grade story is coming to an end, and the writing is a bit slow. I don't know if I can drive out the third update today. I can wait until tomorrow to read it. There should be several chapters.

In addition, whispered: ask for a monthly pass~