A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The last few days of March were fairly quiet, and Alastor Moody's procurement came to an end on a windy morning.

When a dozen owls landed on the auditorium table with a huge package, their feathers were messy, and Professor Moody asked a few students to take the poor little ones to Madam Pomfrey for treatment.

"The long run!" Moody said. "There are not many people you can trust these days, and you can't be too cautious when it comes to safety."

"That scumbag ruined my collection," he said in a gruff voice. "I've spent decades collecting it! That looking glass works amazingly well, and can monitor intrigues within a mile radius. The only The problem is that it is too sensitive, so I moved to a remote place, otherwise it will keep barking..."

Professor Marcheban and the old Vera also left the school on the same day. Professor Marcheban took the report provided by Felix, according to her, it was not easy to get the Ministry of Magic to admit a new occupation, "They will There's a lot of irrelevant issues, like wages in the new department," she grumbled loudly.

"Are you here over the Easter break?" she asked, looking at Felix, and the reply was April 17. "The day after Easter? I'll remember and schedule the meeting for that time."

"What do I need to prepare?" Felix asked.

"Shut them up with indisputable facts!" Professor Marcheban shook his fist vigorously.

Old Vera invited him to the Ancient Rune Society during the summer vacation before leaving, Felix agreed, but he didn't join the society and he needed to see a "more positive" change, or unless he planned to compete for the Ancient Runes The title of the President of the Association.

That's how April came.

The plants in the school are quietly turning green and the climate is warm and comfortable. In addition to the changes in the weather, professors of different subjects began to review, and after a lot of homework was assigned, the students complained and even formed a strange atmosphere of comparison.

"I learned twelve o'clock last night," a fifth-year student said in the lounge, "to finish that damn magic history paper!"

"But he'll be free in three months, isn't he?" said Ron sadly, comparing the two answers, he was also worrying about the history of magic paper, "First goblin, then vampire, now becoming The centaurs...what's wrong with Professor Binns? Is the ghost cake in Room 7 unpalatable?"

"These are all necessary knowledge," Hermione said, flipping through today's newspaper.

"I know, but I don't care at all what the centaur leader said when he refused to accept the title 'human', and the significance of the centaurs liaison office, which my dad said was never really used and that there wasn't a single horse People actually walk in there!" Ron grumbled incessantly, his voice getting louder and louder, "It's become a public joke, and if you don't like anyone, pray he gets sent to the Centaurus Liaison Office. , because it won't be long before he gets fired - what's that word, Harry?"

Harry, who was doing his divination homework, poked his head and stared at his magical history paper.

"It's a banshee," Hermione said calmly beside her. "The centaurs have a grudge against banshees and vampires. There have been conflicts in history, which is why centaurs refuse to share the title 'human' with them. one."

Ron didn't listen at all. He imitated Harry's handwriting, drew a random pattern, finally measured the length, and ended with a little poem, "You're done," he said happily.

Hermione glanced and said sarcastically, "Whose poem is this?"

"I wrote it myself." Ron closed the paper decisively.

"It's really yours, break a long sentence into seven or eight paragraphs." Hermione said, and Ron grinned as he stuffed the paper into his bag, "It's actually nine paragraphs... Any news? You've been reading it for a long time. "

"There's more and more talk about ancient runes," Hermione said. "It's like a hurricane, and the rune cards are selling like hot cakes. . . source."

"We also benefited from it, didn't we?" Ron said with a smile, he was in a good mood recently. The employees of the 'Future World' company came over last week and gave them a bonus, a full 80 gold Galleons, according to Na Wei said he smiled even when he was dreaming.

Hermione ignored him and read the newspaper to herself, "I always feel like I'm missing someone. It's so strange that she doesn't express her opinion on this important matter..."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Rita Skeeter," said Hermione.

"Isn't that just right, that nasty ghost disappeared, maybe someone hit a sap." Ron guessed.

"She's writing a biography of Regulus," said Harry, looking up. "Maybe to avoid the limelight."

"Oh..." Hermione said in a long voice, "That's clear."

"What's wrong?"

"You don't know what's in her new book, and to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if she gets caught by You-Know-Who someday, but are you sure she still has the guts to do it?" she asked Harry, looking at her. .

"I don't know why." Harry shrugged, "but Sirius said she was serious and showed him the manuscript every once in a while, other than that she couldn't see anyone else at all..."

"How's Sirius' job, is he still getting used to it?" Hermione couldn't help asking. "I can't believe he's been in a school for so long."

"He's quite used to it," said Harry. "Sirius said he figured out a way to deal with students."

"He wouldn't cast Confusion Charms on students, would he?" Ron asked, Harry didn't answer, and he couldn't rule it out.

April 7.

The "Future World" company simultaneously released the magic projector and the second project of the competition. During the 40% discount on new products, a total of 120 gold Galleons are needed. The price is not low, but it still attracts quite a lot of attention.

Especially combined with the news of the hottest hegemony competition nowadays, it detonated the market as soon as its name appeared, and sold 150 sets in the first week, and this did not count the foreign orders. While future sales will definitely decrease and level off, it's a good start.

What followed was a heated discussion of the warriors. The wizards seemed to have entered Easter ahead of schedule, and a large number of owls poured into the campus every day. Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade even featured posters supporting the Warriors.

It was in this atmosphere that Rita Skeeter escaped from a Muggle-run rental house.

She sorted out her manuscripts, showing a satisfied expression. Under great pressure, she played an unprecedented level of excellence. She believed that if this book was published, it would definitely detonate the market.

and……

"The level of my colleagues is not low." She pondered, and there was a press card on the table with her photo and title - the Sun News trainee reporter.

That's right, she disappeared from the magic world for a while, not because she hid and closed her doors, but because she temporarily disconnected from the magic world.

After the comments pointed out that the location of Rita Skeeter's internship was changed, the Sun is indeed more suitable for her. ·