A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Ron left them angrily. "Ron—" Harry reached for his back, not knowing what to say.

On the first day back to school to pack, he saw the dress Mrs Weasley had prepared for Ron. From his perspective, it looked more like a long sauce-purple velvet dress with moldy ruffles around the neckline and matching lace on the cuffs.

Harry didn't have the courage to wear it. Judging from Ron's expression at the time, he could not wait to press this dress to the bottom of the box, and he would never use it once in his life.

Ten seconds later, Ron flew out in a whirl.

Harry and Hermione caught him, and Ron sat on the ground, pale, and said in a low voice, "I've had enough of being poor. Harry, can you lend me some money, and I promise to pay you back!"

Harry hesitated for two seconds, he knew what Ron was going to do - buy the ageing agent, "No problem," he said.

"Ron! You shouldn't—Dumbledore wouldn't have thought about—" Hermione advised.

"Don't worry about it." Ron buried his head, "Didn't you have a way to get the invitation card, wouldn't you be talking big?"

Hermione stared at him in disbelief, but Ron only gave her the back of his head. She glanced arrogantly and trotted up the steps.

Her figure disappeared in front of the cold black hanging gate, and after only ten seconds, the black mist fluctuated violently.

Ron looked at the black stone tablet in disbelief, and a golden name appeared in the air - Hermione Granger. The black door opened silently, and a wave of hot air gushed out from it, and the golden flames gradually disappeared behind her.

...

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Felix Apparated with Justin Finlay in a London alley, and then they took a taxi and came to the villa area according to the address provided by Justin.

"Mom, it's me, Justin." Justin rang the doorbell in front of the courtyard and said to the microphone above: "I'm with a professor in the school."

"Oh, my God! Baby, Mommy's here right now."

There was a frantic voice across the microphone, as if someone had smashed the cup.

Justin opened his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed. Felix silently observed the patterns carved on the pillars until a well-dressed woman walked out quickly, arranging her hat in a panic.

"Hello, you are, uh..."

Across the door, she was stunned, looked at Justin, and then at Felix.

"Are you a professor of...?" She asked cautiously, she was too young, all the professors she had met were fat and thin, without exception.

Even if magic can cure hair loss, it can't make people younger, right? The professor surnamed McGonagall who visited the house for the first time had no such ability.

"Oops, Mom, open the door. He's my ancient Rune professor, I told you!" Justin said aside.

The woman stretched out a hand across the door and flicked his forehead.

"Ouch!"

The woman then touched her pocket with satisfaction, and then said apologetically, "Is it Professor Heppe? This kid did mention you and said you were young, but I thought, why should I... oh, sorry, I I forgot my keys and changed my clothes when I came home at night... I'll be right back." She left in a hurry.

Justin asked suspiciously: "Professor Hepp? We can use the Unlock Charm..."

"It's not necessary," Felix said. "It's okay to wait."

Justin scratched his curly hair, not understanding, "Professor, what magic did you just use? The door key?"

Felix laughed. "Where did you hear that word?"

"Ernie told me that during the Quidditch World Cup over the summer, the Ministry of Magic prepared three hundred portkeys, and people from all over the world came to the UK through portkeys!"

"Three hundred is only in the UK," Felix said. "The magic of the portkey needs to be attached to something. I use Apparition."

"Apparation?"

"That's right, it's more convenient than a door key, and you've seen the effect, you'll come across it when you're in sixth grade."

"But, why haven't I seen anyone else use it?"

"Oh, because there's a spell in the school that prohibits Apparition and, of course, door keys."

At this moment, Mrs. Finlay trotted out and greeted the two of them.

Mr. Findlay has the same curly hair as Justin, and he brought two cups of coffee, "I heard from Justin that you also drink coffee, and my friend gave me some Geisha coffee, you can try it."

He put down his coffee, wiped his hands, and shook hands with Felix.

Felix expressed his intention to come, and the Finchleys were taken aback, and immediately took him to the study. As he walked, Mr. Finchley introduced: "It was originally placed in the living room, but Justin's is here. The child was always fiddling with it, and his mother was worried that it would break, so she put it in the study."

Justin stared at his mother, who immediately messed up his hair.

In the study, Felix scrutinized the antique vase carefully for a long time. Of course, what he saw was not the pattern on the enamel paint, but the magical glow hidden from ordinary people's vision——

"Is there a problem?" Mr. Finlay asked nervously.

"Oh, no," Felix said, "no matter the first time you watch it, you'll be amazed at the goblins' craftsmanship, whose unique magic rivals the top recipes of alchemy... But don't worry, there's no curse on it. ."

"That's good, that's good." Mr. Finlay breathed a sigh of relief, and he was worried about radiation or something—forgive him for not understanding magic, but it was the curse he imagined.

Afterwards, the Finlays invited him to spend a weekend together. Felix knew they wanted to keep their children.

He said implicitly: "The students at Hogwarts live on campus, and the professor has an inescapable responsibility for the safety of the little wizard..." Seeing their disappointed expressions, he added, "At most By tomorrow morning, please prepare a guest room for me, preferably quiet."

"It's natural, don't worry, Professor Hepp." Mrs. Finlay hurriedly agreed, for fear that he would go back on it. She patted the back of Justin's head and said seriously, "How about your courtesy?"

Justin said sullenly, "Thank you, Professor."

...

Hogwarts, after lights out.

Harry slept early, he was exhausted all day, Ron and Hermione were having trouble, and they ignored each other, but Hermione had already got the invitation card, and of course Harry hoped that Ron could get it too. Ron had been in classroom seven the whole afternoon.

There's only so much he can do to help analyze the situation after Ron fails, but that's not really something he's good at. Fortunately, Hermione left Madam Pomfrey's potion, which could relieve their mental exhaustion and shorten their rest time a lot.

Ron was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, with a worried look on his face.

He stared at the light outside the window, barely able to see a corner of the moon.

Harry made it, so did Hermione, and even... He glanced at Neville, who was snoring loudly, and yes, even Neville managed to get the invitation card.

He knew he was no match for Harry and Hermione, but at least he didn't want to be left too far.

He sat up and was stunned for a long time. Finally, he tiptoed out of bed and picked up the half bottle of potion from the table. Go out of the bedroom and open the door of the common room.

Ron walked nervously in the dark corridor all the way, not even using the fluorescent light, for fear of meeting Filch or Mrs. Norris.

Finally, half an hour later, he came to the vicinity of classroom No. 7, secretly rejoicing in his good luck.

Ron held his wand in his mouth, daring not to make a sound, and groped his hands along the wall. Classroom No. 7 is unlocked, and the way to enter is to outline a rune symbol. It just so happened that Professor Hepp spoke at the Rune Club.

Right now, all he had to do was find the right spot, quickly sketch out the rune, slip into the classroom, and get one more night out than the others.

Ron touched a bulge, it was cold, but the temperature was higher than the wall and door. He was shocked and found it! But the next second, a suppressed scream rang in his ears, making him horrified.

ghost? Peeves? No, it's a living person...

"Who!"

"Who!" Ron's voice was so frightened that it was distorted, and he didn't even know what he was talking about.

In the darkness, there was an unknown creature less than a foot away from him, Ron swallowed, took two steps back, raised his wand, and whispered, "Fluorescent flashes."

A hazy halo lit up from the tip of the staff, illuminating the face that was close at hand on the opposite side—

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Ron Weasley!"