A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In front of the staff lounge, Ron waited quietly at the door, waving excitedly at Harry and Lupin when he saw them.

"Harry, Professor Lupin, you are finally here!"

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked curiously, looking left and right and saw Hermione around a corner, she was with Professor McGonagall, whispering something.

After a while, they came over chatting and laughing and walked into the staff lounge together. It has been refurbished, and the old dark wood chairs in the long narrow room have been piled up to the side near the fireplace, replaced by a long table.

Flitwick cast a spell on the ceiling, causing the colorful ribbons to hang down, Felix conjured a small white ball, and it floated to the ceiling, emitting a gentle glow, illuminating the room warm and bright, Hagrid carried A large barrel of mead, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall smiled and turned the ornaments on the table into pocket animals.

Harry temporarily forgot the sadness of parting, and ate happily. At Hagrid's recommendation, he also tasted a small glass of house-elf-brewed wine. When Professor McGonagall cast a blameful gaze, Hagrid consciously took the cup away. "You're still young, Harry..."

In addition to a variety of hot dishes and sweet puddings, there were several novel dishes on the table. Ron forked a meat ball drenched in sauce and asked curiously: "What is this? Yes," he put his fork into his mouth, his eyes lit up, "Harry, Hermione, you must try this!"

Harry forked a yellow cube that tasted sweet and sour. "It's a pineapple," he affirmed.

"What is this dish called?"

A house elf wearing a chef's hat said respectfully: "This is sweet and sour pineapple meat, which was developed recently. Mr. Haipu gave Yunbo a cookbook for Christmas, which contains many magical dishes."

Hermione said hesitantly, "You're the house-elf in the kitchen? Why don't you come over and..."

Uncle Yun, the house-elf, took a few steps back. "We'll have dinner in the kitchen," he bowed. "The dishes are ready, please take your time." He disappeared with a bang.

"You scared him, Hermione," said Ron.

At this time, Professor McGonagall began to ask Lupin's plans after leaving school. Lupin said the recruitment information he saw in the newspaper, "Except for the ancient rune almost, I meet the requirements in other aspects. I'm going to submit a resume. "

Professor McGonagall smiled, and she said enthusiastically, "Which one is it? Maybe I know someone and can write a letter of recommendation for you."

Lupin said mildly: "A new company, called Future World, is unclear for the time being—"

"Future world?" Felix repeated, looking at Lupin with strange eyes, and seeing Lupin a little puzzled, after a while, Felix raised his cup: "You will definitely succeed, Lupin. "

"thanks."

"Ding!"

The two's goblets touched each other.

...

The next morning, Harry got out of bed early, dressed in a hurry, and Ron slept soundly, talking in his sleep, "This is delicious, Harry..."

He put on another robe for himself, and walked out of the bedroom a few steps. Because he came out too early, he disturbed the fat lady's good dream.

"Boy, it's the end of the term," she said feebly, spinning out of position.

"I'm not confused, there's something important," Harry explained. He walked down the spiral staircase and came out of the auditorium's door, and saw Professor Lupin's back with a suitcase in the distance.

He caught up panting, "Teacher, professor, I'll see you off!"

They strolled down the grass, facing the golden morning light, until they came to the main entrance of Hogwarts. They chatted and talked freely like true friends, and when they parted, Harry felt even more reluctant.

Lupin said with a smile: "I left quietly, I just didn't want to increase the parting feeling, and we will meet again soon."

"You mean, the funeral of Sirius' younger brother?"

Lupin nodded, "Respectable man..." He waved his hand and left freely.

Harry watched him disappear at the end of the road before returning to the castle. The next time passed quickly. He devoted all his energy to the study of ancient magic, even Apparition was temporarily neglected. Not counting Hermione, some members of the club had already learned this magic—— It was Percy Weasley, followed by Jeffrey and Penello.

"They're all seventh graders, so the advantage is too obvious," Ron said.

"Cedric got the hang of it too," said Harry sensitively. "I'm always a little short."

"Dude, he's two grades older than you, why do you want to compare with him?" Ron asked puzzled.

Harry didn't speak, and he felt that his thoughts were a little boring, but he couldn't help but fight in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, it was the last day before the holiday. On this day, the school announced the test results. Harry, Ron and Hermione passed every class.

Harry got an excellent in Defence Against the Dark Arts and a good in Ancient Runes, Spells and Protection of Magical Creatures, Ron glanced at it, "I'm only a little short on Defence Against the Dark Arts, Everything else is the same."

He looked at Hermione's report card again, and found the only good one from the filled form: "Defense Against the Dark Arts...I think of the Boggart you met in the exam again."

Hermione ran into a sly boggart during the practice exam, it turned into a professor telling her that she failed all the exams, and she had to repeat it for this. It took a lot of time to calm her down, and the exam had to be interrupted for this reason. ten minutes.

Hermione glanced at Ron and reminded him, "I learned to Apparate."

Ron frowned and muttered softly, "I've also succeeded twice..."

"Half an eyebrow was lost once, a corner of his shirt was shattered—yes, if you count them as successes."

"I should go to Fred and George, their ass will be swollen by Mommy..."

When they appeared in the auditorium, seeing that Professor Hepp was already surrounded by excited students, Percy announced loudly, "Excellent!"

Jeffrey reminded him, "You forgot Marcus."

"Well, one more good...I try to ignore that."

Felix was surrounded by the center, and it took him a long time to escape, but it was a happy trouble. The seventh-year graduates were still celebrating, and even Snape didn't deduct points, which is usually unimaginable.

"Severus, I need a steady source of wolf venom."

"For that werewolf?" said Snape in disgust, and since the night of the Battle of the Covered Bridge, he had never spoken Lupin's name again in his chats with Felix, always using 'that werewolf' to refer to.

"You don't seem like a nosy person," he said.

Felix sighed: "He would be a good employee."

"That company of yours?" Snape said. He didn't immediately reject it, but thought about it seriously. "Are you still accepting investment?"

"If it were someone else, I would say no, but you are different, Severus."

"Give me a title, it must be higher than that werewolf, and I will interview him myself." Snape squeezed his fingers, revealing a sinister smile.

"You look terrible, that little wizard's fork has fallen off."

Snape glanced at it and said dismissively, "A stupid guy who was eating pie in my class and I had him deal with the livers of two big barrels of longhorned toads."

"Really? No wonder I feel a little familiar..."

The third grade campus drama is over, and there are two updates today.