A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Old Vera sat in the most remote spot in the library.

That scene during the day had a huge impact on him, thinking classroom! Magic Codex! When he thought of the huge knowledge reserve that he felt belonged to Felix Hepp, he felt a sense of despair in his heart.

From day to night, he ate nothing at all. The library manager had passed him several times, each time staring at him suspiciously.

In the evening, the students got up little by little. But fortunately, his location is remote enough that there are no students to disturb his self-pity.

"Let's go inside!" A voice said at this time, "Professor Hepp put all the books used in the second project on the innermost bookshelf. There are two desks behind the shelves, which are very hidden..."

Old Vera raised his head and saw three students walking towards him, discussing in a low voice quickly.

"Stop frowning," Hermione advised in the same voice just now, "Take it as extracurricular practice at the club—"

"Easy to say," muttered Ron. "Let's go find Malfoy? I can't afford to lose this man."

Harry also had a gloomy expression on his face.

They saw old Vera, and Hermione gave Harry and Ron a look and sat down at a table in front of him.

"Then what are you going to do?" she whispered, casting covert magic around them.

"Stun him when he's not looking and tie him up where we usually practice magic," Ron suggested.

"No, we're going to use that classroom in the future." Harry wasn't happy.

"Then change to Myrtle's bathroom," Ron changed his mind immediately. "There's another advantage there, there's less people. Isn't it nice?"

Hermione was surprised to find Harry thinking for a while, "He'll tell." Harry finally said regretfully.

Hermione took out the textbook from her bag, and when she turned around, old Vera was gone.

"He's gone over there," Harry whispered, pulling out his Potions class work. "Do you know the Ancient Rune Society?"

"I don't know," said Ron.

"I know." This was Hermione's answer.

Harry and Ron looked at her, and she explained, "It's like a semi-official organization, they're the ones who write part of the wizarding exam papers," Hermione looked around and saw no sign of the old Vera, but she pressed down. The voice said: "You also know that the professor actually prefers practical rune, but the ancient rune association is just the opposite, they are very rejecting this."

"Sounds like an old-fashioned piece of shit," said Ron thoughtfully. "My aunt is one of those people, always following a set of rules that's been passed down for centuries, and she's always opposed to having so many children in our family. , said it would be nice to stop at Percy's."

Harry and Hermione looked surprised and amused.

"How could she say that?"

"Who knows," Ron shrugged, "maybe it's because Fred and George stuffed big shit under her chair...thank goodness she hasn't come around since then."

Harry and Hermione laughed.

After a while, Hermione stood up, "I'll go get some reference books, do you need them?"

"certainly!"

"Thank you so much."

Hermione snorted twice and came to the shelf where ancient rune books were placed. She unexpectedly saw the figure of old Vera. He was still there, she thought in surprise. Hermione picked up the reference books quickly, she was very familiar with these shelves, and a book was picked out.

"Hello, little girl." Old Vera greeted.

Hermione looked at him angrily, little girl? She was almost sixteen, and few people called her that.

"Hello, Mr. Vera."

"Your name is Hermione Jane Granger? I've read your papers in the magazines...the 'Flame' rune and the Fire Charm, and the 'Light' rune and the Illuminating Charm." Old Vera said.

"Oh." Hermione looked at him, holding the book.

"Is that so, I heard that you are Mr. Hepp's assistant?" Old Vera saw Hermione nodded, "Can I learn something from you?"

Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Cough! Don't get me wrong," said old Vera embarrassedly, "I have no ill intentions—"

"That's not what you said in the papers," Hermione said sharply.

"Oh, uh," Old Vera wiped away sweat, the soft light of the magic lamp on the ceiling reflected on her half-bald forehead, "it was a different position at that time, I've understood it in the past two days, and I feel like what I once thought... There might be something wrong with it...just maybe!"

After two minutes.

When he saw Hermione leading old Vera to the seat, Ron's eyes almost popped out, and he was lip-smacking: Did you hear what you just said?

Hermione shook her head. "Mr. Vera wanted to ask us some questions," she said, "about the professor," she added.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Don't make us betray Professor Hepp!" Ron exclaimed.

This time, it was Old Vera's turn to stare, "Who do you think of me?" He shouted angrily, "I am the vice president of the Ancient Rune Association, how could I do something disgusting?"

"Isn't it?"

Old Vera nodded numbly. He felt that Hogwarts had become completely unknown to him.

At this moment, Mrs. Pince suddenly held up a feather duster and appeared behind the bookshelf, her eyes staring at them like hooks.

"Oh, bad!" said Hermione.

Meanwhile, Felix is ​​hosting a guest from the Ministry of Magic in the Ancient Rune office.

"Sit down," Felix said softly.

"No need," John Delix said briefly. He looked very strong, his muscular curves showing through the lime-green jacket he was wearing. He said according to the script: "I have been ordered by Director Scrimgeour to bring some information on the Aurors and Strikers. You can only read them within my line of sight. After reading, I will destroy all documents in front of you. You and I testify together."

"You haven't seen these documents?" Felix looked at the suitcase he was holding in surprise.

"This is a confidential document." Delixi said of course.

He stepped forward, put the suitcase in front of Felix, took his wand from his pocket, and waited in silence. When the hands of the clock pointed to the eight o'clock position, Delixus touched the lock of the box with the tip of his wand, and there was a sound of "chatter", and then the lock automatically bounced and the box was opened.

Felix watched with interest an emerald green bird standing in the box. It was only the size of a slap, but its voice was not small. Under the bird's feet was a thick stack of documents, which should be those personnel information.

When the bird saw the sun again, it jumped out immediately, spread its wings and flew out the window. Felix reached out, trapped it in his hand, and examined it carefully.

"Better not," said Dawlish, wand in hand. "This is the bird of warning, made for secrets, and it will bring the 'all right' order back to the Ministry. If you hold it for a while, it may I set myself on fire."

"Alchemy items?" Felix said with interest, he let go, and the emerald green bird flew away smoothly.

For the rest of the time, Delix stood opposite Felix like a stone statue, watching him read the document without saying a word.

Felix saw quite a few familiar names, such as Tonks, Albert Balk, Kingsley, and even Delix himself. An hour later, he read all the materials.

Immediately, red-orange flames flew from Dawlish's wand, burning the documents to ashes. After all this was done, he was visibly relieved.