A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Dumbledore looked around, seeing everyone's expressions. His expression was a little tired, but he still smiled and said, "Alastor, two Aurors have come to the Ministry of Magic. I need to know some things. I brought them."

A tall man flashed in, Felix glanced at the serious-faced Kingsley, followed by Tonks, who had changed her short red hair for herself today, standing in random clumps, looking quite Conspicuous. When Felix looked over, she waved enthusiastically.

From the open pocket of Tonks, a blue slender glass tube was exposed, which should be the new super bubble water of 'Future World'...

Moody grinned wickedly at the two uninvited guests. "Scrimgeour sent you here?"

"Mrs. Burns asked me to say hello to you, Alastor, we all care about you, by the way, I'm an official Auror!" Tonks said excitedly.

Sirius rolled his eyes, and Moody said in a hoarse voice, "Hope they didn't throw water on the stealth and stalking class."

Tonks snorted softly, "You are too strict."

At this time, the dark-skinned Kingsley opened the briefcase, waved his wand lightly, and flew out a piece of parchment from the inside. The writing on it was dense, and there were already several handwritten signatures in the bottom column.

"Let's talk about the old things later, Alastor," Kingsley said in his characteristic low, slow voice, "We're on a mission, and the senior officials in the Ministry are busy, and I represent the Minister for Magic. , the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Wizengamore and the Auror Office, to question your experience over the past few months, they have prepared some questions... Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Kingsley gave Dumbledore a cautious look.

"Ah, let's go out first, Kingsley and Alastor are old acquaintances, they will not conflict." Dumbledore said to everyone with a smile, and then stopped the first Snee who was about to leave. Pop, "Wait a minute, Severus, I have a few small questions about the analysis report you handed me."

Everyone walked out of the ward, Madam Pomfrey closed the door, Felix caught a glimpse of Kingsley and Moody on the bed hugging from the last gap, "Bang!" The door closed tightly.

Sirius whispered, "Headmaster Dumbledore, my substitute..."

"Sirius," Dumbledore said in a more serious tone, "I won't reject your application, but it's clear that you're not ready to be a professor just yet—"

"But my grades are good!" Sirius said angrily, glaring at Snape who was sneering aside, wishing to punch him in the face.

"I'm not referring to grades, you should know that," Dumbledore said.

There was a lonely expression on Sirius' face again. Harry wanted to say something for the godfather, but the opposite Professor Hepp shook his head slightly at him, and he had to hold back his good words.

"Albus, Professor Moody's tenure is supposed to be only one year?" Felix said softly.

Dumbledore smiled knowingly, "Yeah, Alastor has retired, I don't want to work too hard on him, this year's situation is special enough... The thought that I will re-write a job advertisement in half a year is really disappointing. Headaches."

In the corridor outside the school hospital, Dumbledore and Snape walked upstairs, and it seemed that their destination was the principal's office. Felix estimated that the analysis report that Dumbledore mentioned earlier should be aimed at the residual potion they found in the secret room, and it was most likely used by Voldemort to keep his body from collapsing.

But it's hard to ask questions right now. He turned around, looked at Sirius, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, and asked them, "I'm going to Hagrid's place, you..."

"So do we," Harry said immediately. Ron and Hermione nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and Neville looked around and touched his head.

"Let's go together then, maybe you can help a little bit." Felix said happily, seeing Harry's puzzled expression, he explained: "Hagrid's blow-tail snails are growing too fast, it's scary that , they don't need to hibernate yet, and they're full of energy. Hagrid begged me to make some chains to keep these aggressive creatures from surviving their first winter..."

The little wizards who were no strangers to fried tail snails turned pale.

They walked out of the castle and walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The biting wind penetrated their thick clothes. The little wizards were shivering with cold. Although Sirius' face was pale, he was more shocked than before. much better.

Felix waved his wand. "Warm spell—one of the most practical magic in winter, if you didn't buy a thermostatic locket."

Immediately they warmed up, their feet slowed down, and stepping on the snow became a winter treat. Harry was amazed, and Hermione asked in surprise, "Professor, what is this magic spell?"

"Warm up like a stove."

"Is it easy to learn? If I learn it, can I achieve the effect of a constant temperature locket?" Ron asked.

"Your two older brothers asked me the same," Felix said with a smile, "but unfortunately it only applies in winter."

Ron pouted, "Now I finally understand why they were invincible in snowball fights."

"Professor, who is Mrs Burns?" Harry thought of the name Tonks had mentioned, which sounded familiar.

"Amelia Burns, the current head of the Magical Law Enforcement Division, has a pretty good reputation," Felix said simply.

"Susan Burns' aunt," Hermione whispered, and Harry suddenly realized.

"Sirius, do you know her?" Harry asked his godfather, he felt that from the performance just now, Sirius should know her.

Sirius thought for a while, smacking his lips and saying, "I have an impression... She was four years older than me when she was in school. She was a very smart and serious witch," he muttered in a low voice, "I seem to have made her cry."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Oh, it's been a long time..." He saw Harry looking at him with interest, and said helplessly: "You should know that magic can't be used in the school corridor..."

Harry they nodded.

"When I first entered the school, I showed a luminous spell in the hallway. Of course, I made some improvements... Amelia happened to see it, so she took the opportunity to deduct points for me, she was a prefect at the time..."

"I don't think prefects should have the power to deduct points." Ron muttered, remembering the point deduction by Percy in second grade.

Sirius smiled understandingly: "Remus is also a prefect, I happen to know some inside information, prefects can't deduct points arbitrarily, they must write a description for each deduction of their own points, and there are other restrictions ...for example, Amelia only deducted two points from me."

"It doesn't sound like much," Harry said.

"Yeah," Sirius said with emotion: "But I was very unconvinced at the time. I went under her eyelids and continued to use the Illuminating Charm. The colorful light flashed on her lenses... She was naturally very unhappy, and buckled me again. Points, I continued to chant, we were deadlocked for a long time, and finally deducted about 200 points?"

Harry their eyes widened.

Sirius smiled slyly: "Actually, it's not long after the school started, and the scores of each house are not high. I remember that there are only a few rubies in the hourglass of Gryffindor House?"

"You just got away with it?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"It's not that simple, I've been locked up for a week," Sirius said nonchalantly, "but Amelia isn't feeling well either. I heard she wrote those reports crying."

Harry thought it best not to tell Susan Burns, who adored her aunt, Ron the opposite.

"How about we hold a duel study group event, Harry? The last event was a long time ago." Ron suggested eagerly, "We can ask Sirius to be our guide."

Sirius was a little moved, but he still refused, "I can't just enter Hogwarts, this time Hagrid helped me."

Before they came to Hagrid's hut, Hagrid was busy working in the pumpkin field behind the house. There were only a dozen or so snails left, but they had grown a lot. Even in the winter snow, they still had energy. abundant.

"You're here?" said Hagrid breathlessly. He turned his head, shouted, and threw an exploding snail that broke free. After a while, Hagrid got up from the snow and everyone saw him. The fried tail snail pressing under the body was motionless.

"Is it dead?" Felix asked.

"Not yet," said Hagrid gruffly, "maybe passed out." He turned the fry over, picked up a thick rope beside him, and tied it to the middle of its body. Felix guessed that it was the fry. The waist of the tail snail? If this creature has this body structure.

He approached, and with his wand lightly poked the thick hollowed-down shell of the exploding snail, its legs kicked weakly twice, proving that it was still alive.

Felix quickly cast a spell on the chains, telling Hagrid, "I left some gaps, but if they continue to grow, they may need to be corrected in the future."

"I see," said Hagrid gruffly, "that's fine."

As they sat on the warm blankets in Hagrid's hut, Hagrid was still bemoaning the creatures like fried tail snails: "They're quite docile, they don't hurt people very much...but they like to fight, I don't know if it is. Which side of the influence may be the human-headed lion-body manticore, they have always been alone."

The hot tea in Harry's hand was no longer fragrant.

Felix suggested, "Better not release them yet, Severus is researching the creature's medicinal properties—"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Neville suddenly coughed violently. "Oh, sorry..." he said in horror.

"What's wrong with him?" Hagrid asked in confusion, clapping Neville with his huge palm, and Neville fell to the ground.

Ron said very understandingly: "He may have thought of dealing with the materials for the explosive tail snails in the future..." After saying this, Harry suddenly felt uncomfortable. Snape has always had the habit of punishing students for handling disgusting potion materials. Especially those less precious materials that can be mass-produced.

Whether it's the sticky, soft larvae of fried tail snails, or the slime that smells of rotting seafood, if Snape finds any wonderful use, it will definitely become a nightmare for future students.

And Harry can guarantee that these people will definitely be the first students to be victimized.

Hagrid handed over a towel, Neville took it, and the towel moved on his own immediately, wiping it all over his face, chin, and dress. "Oh, sorry, that's self-cleaning!" Hagrid Apologetically took it away.

"It's okay, it's okay," Neville said palely.

Hagrid looked at him hesitantly, and brought a plate of hard biscuits from the back room. "You can try this." Neville picked up one politely and saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione shaking their heads firmly and slowly, he Immediately let go.

Fortunately, Hagrid didn't notice this. He was talking to Felix: "The blasted tail snail shed some shells. I don't know if it will be of any use to you, so I left some for you."

Felix nodded, "This is a new material that no one has seen before, but I think it should have the characteristics of both the human-headed manticore and the fire crab, but it's hard to say which one is more preferred. .If it is the former, its value is very large.”

"Mr. Scamander doesn't tell me that much, we're just discussing some ideas about raising magical beasts," Hagrid said gruffly. "We're not in the same direction...but some of his advice worked."

Harry knew that Hagrid was talking about the memory in classroom seven, and he suddenly thought of something and asked, "I heard a lot of ghosts like it there?"

"Yes, I did see a lot." Hagrid said, "I heard that they are planning to ask Headmaster Dumbledore to find a cook's memory, which is not reliable... But these ghosts are more active than before. ."

"Do they have any options?" asked Ron, who was usually interested in these oddities.

"There's one," Hagrid muttered. "Horace Slughorn, the fat friar was so impressed with him that he slipped into the kitchen every night when he was in school to eat supper without a meal."

Harry knew about Fat Friar, the ghost of Hufflepuff, but he didn't know who Horace Slughorn was.

"The Potions Master?" said Hermione in surprise.

"You know him?" Hagrid glanced at her. "An interesting person. He was there when I was in school. He was the dean of Slytherin. Sirius must know him."

They looked at Sirius, who was sitting on the sofa with Fang in his arms, scratching Fang's chin one after another, and he was humming comfortably. He said slowly: "Of course I know him, an old man who likes to enjoy, he formed the famous Slug Club, which brought together a lot of Death Eaters-"

"What?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, don't worry, he has nothing to do with the Death Eaters." Sirius said, he saw Harry and their expressions frozen stiffly, and explained: "He is an old man who likes material things, likes mead, and candied pineapple. , three-tier upholstered sofa..." He glanced at Felix, "I bet he's got your company in his sights, I went to Remus and saw a chair that was his favorite. ."

When talking about chairs, Hagrid's expression became abnormal, his eyes wandering towards a toolbox in the corner, next to the toolbox stood a red umbrella.

"...He has a common problem with Slytherin. He likes to have relationships everywhere, loves vanity, and doesn't like people who have no potential. Of course, he is much better than the current dean."

Felix gave him a reproachful look.

Sirius spread his hands, "I'm telling the truth, well, let's ignore some unpleasant bat spirit," he continued: "In addition to the fact that he likes material things, he has a magical ability, He likes the feeling of always being on the lookout for potential students, and he's building a platform for those people to talk to and look forward to someday in the future."

"The Death Eater—" Harry demanded.

"As I said, in addition to ability, he also values ​​his background, and you should know who most of Slytherin is." Sirius said: "There are not many people who really rely on ability to enter, but Harry, your mother is the best. Excellent one."

"My mother?" Harry was shocked again, he didn't know why he was in such a hurry to retort, but he did it anyway. "But, but she's Gryffindor!"

"She got in because of her ability," said Sirius. "Lily's potion talent is very high. During the war years, the potions she brewed saved many people, especially when they were hunted by Voldemort. She can only hide in the safe house, only she is still functioning."

His tone dropped. "If she and James survive, Lily will definitely be the most dazzling potion master. What Snape..."

Sirius snorted twice, his contempt beyond words.

"What about you?" Harry asked, eager to know more, not about that Professor Slughorn, but Sirius and his parents.

"Me and James?"

"And Professor Lupin," said Harry. "I mean, Remus."

Sirius laughed: "I was, um... rebellious," he winked at Harry, "I couldn't get used to his behavior, especially since Regulus got into that club, and I just I don't want to get involved, James' situation is similar to mine, but he is more because there are too many Slytherins there, and he is very hostile to Slytherins..."

"As for Remus, he's good academically, but you know, his identity is a big issue."

"But I heard that his identity is kept secret, and few people found out that he was a werewolf during school." Harry asked inexplicably.

"I can make it clear," Felix said. "You can't expect to be able to hide from a powerful wizard, especially when he's also a potions master."

...

The following week flew by quickly, and after the vacation for employees at 'Future World' ended, Felix moved to Diagon Alley to spend the last few days on new product improvements, and unknowingly, Hogg Watts' new term begins.

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