A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The last week of May, Professor McGonagall kept them after the Transfiguration class.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, you go down to the next room in the auditorium at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall told them, "Mr. Bagman is going to be there to tell the Warriors what the third item is. ."

After coming out of the Transfiguration classroom, they stood in the corridor and looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. A group of staff were passing through the venue.

"What are they going to do?" Harry asked, puzzled. "The direction is to go to the Quidditch pitch."

They stopped for a few minutes, and the men turned a corner in front of the Quidditch pitch and walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want the stadium to be destroyed, and one Ilvermorny station was enough. Seeing that there were ten minutes before the history of magic class, they hurried to the classroom.

When the bell rang, the ghost Professor Binns floated in through the wall, lecturing in a monotonous voice for decades.

"Not even the food in classroom seven can save him," said Ron.

Harry looked irritable, and he was now desperate to find out what the third item was and end the game. Having prepared for so long, he is more confident than the previous two races, but his focus has undoubtedly shifted elsewhere.

Should I ask Hermione where Voldemort's information came from? He couldn't help thinking about this question, and imagined that after he knew the source of the intelligence, he could take advantage of the summer vacation to investigate. Sirius certainly wouldn't refuse the request, he could cover himself so that the Ministry of Magic couldn't be sure if he was using magic outside of school...

Harry looked at his watch, the watch had stopped, he turned to Ron to ask the time, Ron's face was blank, his head turned slightly. Harry didn't want to disturb Ron's sweet dreams. He took off the broken watch, stuffed it into his pocket, touched a hard object with his fingertips, and took it out to see a gray hourglass.

It was Warren in exchange for him, and he had forgotten about it when it was hidden in the deepest part of his pocket.

Harry stared at the dark golden gravel solidified in the hourglass, thinking alone.

He suddenly had an idea. Surprised by the thought, Harry looked around—no one was looking at him, so Harry quickly took out a piece of parchment, wrote a line on it, and handed it to Hermione, who was attentively listening to the lesson.

This is also what makes Harry admire. Although Hermione also thinks that the course of history of magic is boring, she can always listen to it and use this knowledge at the right time. At this time, Hermione looked at the parchment that suddenly appeared in her magical history textbook, and she bulged her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

Harry motioned her to look at the words with his eyes. Hermione lowered her head and read it. The small words on it read: "Did you bring that abandoned time-turner with you?"

Hermione nodded slightly, lowered her head lower, and pulled a slender gold chain from her collar. Harry's eyes widened as she placed a gold timer on the parchment and nudged him gently.

"Thank you," Harry muttered, impatiently picking up the golden timepiece—according to Hermione, a perfect time-turner would glow, but the one in front of him looked very old. At its heart is an hourglass with balls at both ends, surrounded by rings of metal ring brackets, and adjustable knobs around the edges.

Harry took a deep breath, held his breath, and placed the gray hourglass and the time-turner together, surprised to find that the two hourglasses were nearly the same height. Exactly the same...so can it be replaced? He slammed the time changer hard, trying to remove the hourglass on it, but the hourglass didn't move.

He had to stop and dare not continue to exert force. Harry raised his head guiltily, only to meet Hermione's shocked look.

"How did you think of it?"

Hermione couldn't wait to ask as soon as the get out of class was over. They had just come out of the class on the history of magic. In the last half hour, Hermione forgot Professor Binns on the podium for the first time - "Giants are cruel by nature, they Cannibalism kills more people than all other causes combined..." - she put aside her notes, staring at Harry's hourglass and broken time-turner, eyes twinkling light.

"I don't know either. Just... a flash of light?" Harry said innocently, and Ron looked at them with some confusion.

They finished their meal quickly, and through the door of the common room, Fred and George were promoting a new product with their good friend Lee Jordan, a hat-shaped thing that Harry was sure to lean over to see. Look, the twins' product is usually fun -- as long as it's not on him.

But today they passed the crowd, turned a deaf ear to the exclamations around them, and went straight to a hidden corner. Under Hermione's eyes, Harry took out the hourglass and the golden timer, which he deliberately put together, especially to keep the two different hourglasses at the same height.

"Hi~" Ron gasped. "Shouldn't it be—"

"Yeah, we thought so too," Hermione said excitedly. "I didn't notice it at all! Even though they were about the same size...but...who would have thought of putting them together? One from thousands of years ago. Ancient Greek dark wizard, one from the late alchemist Nicole Lemay."

Ron picked up the gray hourglass and shook it vigorously. The dark golden substance inside solidified into a lump and stuck to the inside of the glass. "Except for one thing," he said, "they're all broken. Hermione, are you there? It was a waste of time, you said it yourself, and Professor Haipu checked it."

"Oh, oh..." Hermione said perfunctorily, "but Professor Hep probably didn't know that Warren took the goblin's hourglass secretly. In his impression, he had asked Warren to return everything."

Harry's heart was pounding and he suddenly realized that if the golden timer could be fixed, they would have a time-turner that was not restricted by the Ministry of Magic, although he didn't know what to do with it yet, Heh. Min said a bunch of restrictions before.

But if there was an accident, like the one on the covered bridge, if Hermione hadn't had a time-turner in her hand and found Professor Hepp for rescue in time, they might have killed one or two people, at least Peter Pettigrew did. Likely to run away.

Harry was very interested in this matter. "Let's try it! What if it works?"

"The question is, how do we take it apart..." said Hermione, frowning.

"Yeah, we don't have tools, does Hogsmeade have a shop that sells pliers?" Harry asked.

"Don't be silly," Hermione said. "It's more precise than anything you've ever seen. It's not something a pair of pliers or a screwdriver can do...let me see," she looked over and over at the broken golden timer. , said to himself for a while: "No... This is definitely not something we can handle unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless we have access to previous research materials," Hermione said decisively.

"You mean—" Ron glared at her.

"This broken time-turner once belonged to Nicole Lemay, and the professor mentioned that Mr. Nicole Lemay left a lot of things, and I thought, well, if the professor would allow Warren to give away the broken time-turner , then he shouldn't mind us looking at some materials..."

"Can't we just ask Professor Hepp for help?" Ron asked in confusion, reminding him, "This is the fastest way."

"Certainly," said Hermione solemnly, "but we at least have to show some evidence, don't we?"

...

At half past eight in the evening, they came out of the lounge and went downstairs to the auditorium. Along the way, Ron asked Harry about the screwdriver, and Harry explained the purpose of the screw and the different types of screwdrivers.

"What's that?" Ron asked in surprise. "Dad would love it. He collected a drawer of switches."

In the foyer they met Beauxbatons' warriors, and Fleur greeted Harry warmly, leaning down and kissing each of his cheeks. A look of anticipation appeared on Ron's face, Hermione snorted in dissatisfaction, and the expressions on the faces of the two boys were dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, Harry found himself sitting on the sofa in the room next to the auditorium. The big man in Vagado was smiling at him. It was strange, how did he sit down? He had absolutely no recollection of his walk through the auditorium.

"...my sister Gabriel will be over next month, with Mom and Dad. A few days ahead of the third project..." Fleur said cheerfully, Harry looking left and right, Ron sitting with him Together, looking at Fleur with the same obsession, what about Hermione? The next second he saw Hermione, who sat down with Collins.

They waited until nearly ten o'clock, when the lights were about to go out, when Bagman hurried in.

He was wearing a pair of yellow overalls that looked like an oversized baby clothes, and his face was rather tired, his short blond hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He braced himself and stretched out his hands, looking at the warriors in the room.

"Hello!" he said.

"First of all, I want to congratulate everyone. Yes, that's right. The game has finally reached the final stage. I think it's something to celebrate whether it's for you or for me." Bagman wiped Sweat on his forehead, "To be honest, I've been exhausted recently. I just communicated with the staff about the field of play today. There are too many questions. Fortunately, Hagrid helped me with ideas..." Harry and Ron exchanged a panic eyes.

"When the competition is over, I must apply for vacation... ahem, let's get down to business, the third item—" he blinked, "is a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The trophy for the hegemony is Put it at the top of the maze, and whichever team touches it first gets the full score."

"Top?" Krum asked in a low voice.

"Yeah," Bagman stroked the straps on his chest, "I never said the maze was only one level, did I?"

"So we just have to go through the maze?" Fleur said, and she confirmed, "Find the right way?"

"Of course not, Mademoiselle Delacour," Bagman shook his head, his voice becoming cheerful, "Hagrid provided a whole bunch of animals...and some spells to break...that sort of thing, which is A race of speed. The Warriors with the leading score go into the maze first. We'll post the scores and order of the two games in the foyer, it's too late today, we'll have to wait until tomorrow..."

"Besides that, one more thing to remind you. There's no allowed to attack each other in the Labyrinth Castle - we'll oversee the whole process - but trophies can be snatched up, of course, only if the same team isn't together." Barger Man watched the warriors staring at him blankly, with a smile on his round face, "You will find that the trophy is the door key. When three members of a team touch it at the same time, it will Use it to get you out of the labyrinth."

The room suddenly became very quiet. Bagman waited a few seconds, then stood on tiptoe uneasily, "That's it! Warriors!"

...

"I can't believe it! They allowed the Warriors to do it!" said Ron in disbelief. As soon as they came out of the auditorium, he couldn't wait to give his opinion.

"It's not a hands-on, it's a trophy." Harry corrected him without thinking, he felt normal, and a faint voice inside was eager to try.

"But - if we don't attack each other, how do we get the trophy from him?" Ron asked.

Harry also hesitated. "I guess there will be restrictions, like no curses or something... Bagman will post the details tomorrow."

"I still think we have to be careful," Ron said.

At this time, Harry noticed that Hermione had been silent, and he looked at her curiously, "Hermione, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, uh," Hermione brushed her hair in a panic, "remember what Bagman said, the Warriors' parents would be invited over to watch the game, I haven't told the family yet... Actually, um," she cautiously Glancing at Harry and Ron, "I made up some lies. I said in my letter to them...there is only one warrior in every school, and Hogwarts has two by accident...the other one is certainly not me. . . . oh my god, I told them the second champion was Harry!"

Harry and Ron opened their mouths in surprise.