A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After dinner, the parents talked to their children individually.

"They want us to be on our own, you know, at school - dealing with boring textbooks -" Ron described Mr Weasley's state of mind, "as if the war was over in a blink of an eye, it's better if we didn't react."

Back in the bedroom on the third floor, they exchanged information.

Harry was in a bad mood, and he said inexplicably, "Why don't they understand, of course I won't sneak out of school, but the necessary preparations have to be done, right? The next time Voldemort comes to me. ."

He touched the scar on his forehead, reluctantly, but somehow he seemed to be connected to Voldemort - not just the scar, but more emotionally... They hated each other and couldn't wait for each other for the next second disappear.

"It's for us - I don't think he's going to let me and Ron go," said Hermione, sitting on the other bed, "that's the problem, obviously the grownups want to keep us out of the war. , stay away from Voldemort," she stammered.

"He's always found me on his own initiative!" Harry couldn't help shouting angrily.

Pop, pop, two screeching pops echoed through the old room, and Ron's two older brothers, Fred and George, suddenly appeared on the bed Harry was sitting on and rolled with Harry. .

"Ouch--"

Harry sat up clutching his forehead, his scar hurting badly, but he was pretty sure it wasn't Voldemort this time. "Why did you come here?" he said with a grin.

"Come and see you, poor people wandering in misery—" George said in an aria.

Fred was doing the same thing as Harry - clutching his forehead and moaning in pain, he unfortunately bumped into Harry.

Fred muttered, "I'm betting with George, guessing who's going to be the lucky one... Knew some precautions should be taken, Harry, help me, I don't have anything weird on my head. Mark?"

"If you mean a lightning bolt-shaped scar, there really isn't one," Harry said without hesitation. "I can't see anything but a bulging lump."

"I'm going to trouble Tonks again." Fred sighed.

"Why?" Ron asked after returning to God.

"She has a cheerful personality—"

"semi-consciously--"

"Get along with anyone—"

"The key is that she has a special medicine in her hand, which is only for Aurors." Fred and George sang in unison.

Harry stared at them blankly, seemingly forgetting the serious topic before, but Fred and George became serious.

"Don't blame Ginny, Harry," said Fred, "you've been training so crazy that even we are a little shocked when in fact we spend most of the day in Diagon Alley. Ginny watches every day. In her eyes, she is very worried about you."

"I don't blame her," said Harry, shaking his head.

"That's good." Fred and George breathed a sigh of relief, they looked at each other, and Fred handed Harry, Ron, and Hermione a long flesh-colored string from their pockets.

"This is?" Harry asked, fiddling with the rope in his hand.

"Wow, I've wanted it for a long time." Ron said, and couldn't wait to take it, "These are telescopic ears, which can help you eavesdrop on other people's conversations, not very noticeable... I especially want to know about Sri Lanka. What's that guy Nep doing, mysterious, coming and going..."

Harry was very moved.

Hermione was hesitating whether to take it or not. At this time, Ron began to demonstrate the effect. He put one end of the telescopic ear into his ear, and the other squirmed like a worm, and wiggled out from the bottom of the door.

"Well, I heard some noise... It's a corridor outside, there won't be any movement now, unless we hit the big luck..."

He screamed suddenly, and Harry heard the characteristic cat howling from Ron's ears and from outside the door.

Hermione jumped up to open the door and let Crookshanks in, still holding the other end of the telescopic ear in its mouth—"Let it go, Crookshanks, that's not food."—and took George's hand. "I think it's useful when the time is right," she said with a grin.

...

"I'm worried that the experience a month ago still affects them." Sirius frowned.

"It really can't pretend that nothing happened," Felix said calmly. "They were besieged by dozens of Death Eaters. Not everyone could endure that scene, let alone witnessing their companions being tortured... This kind of powerlessness. I don't think they're going to experience a second time."

"I don't even dare to ask what it's like to be hit with the Cruciatus Curse, I can only pretend that nothing happened," Mrs Weasley covered her mouth, tears flashing in her eyes, "Have nightmares for days... always Dreaming of Gideon and Fabian, their faces turned into Ron, Harry..."

Mr. Weasley embraced his wife and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

Sirius and Felix looked at each other, tacitly not talking about the bait plan on this occasion.

In a blink of an eye, it's the last day of July.

"Happy birthday."

When Harry pushed open the door, he saw Neville standing by the door holding a gift box.

"Thanks, Neville," Harry yawned, pulling Neville into the room where Ron was dazedly tucking a sleeve into his leg.

"Why did they schedule the award ceremony today?" Neville said regretfully.

"It's actually pretty good," Harry said. Seeing everyone busy for his birthday, he felt weird and didn't know how to react.

They get dressed and start opening presents.

"A wand holster, great, Neville," Harry said happily.

"As long as you like it," Neville said, "I also like the gift you gave," and then said nervously, "It's not to comfort me, is it?"

"Of course not," Harry assured him.

Yesterday was Neville's birthday. Neville had been worried that the plan for the duel study group would be canceled in the new semester, so Harry made an invitation card for the duel study group in the style of the Hogwarts freshman acceptance letter. Hermione also responded to this. Intrigued, she also cast a spell on it—

When someone opens it, a very majestic voice will be heard speaking.

"You are the chosen one, are you ready for the challenge?"

Neville thought it was cool.

Sirius sent a pop-up book about Quidditch. Every time a page is turned, a three-dimensional Quidditch pitch will be formed. A dozen illusory little people are flying in the air, re-enacting some classic game scenes.

"Lynch is no match for Krum from that point of view," said Ron, staring at one of the pages of the scene from last year's Quidditch World Cup final in which Krum used Ronski twice. Fake moves to deceive opponents.

The Lupins didn't arrive, and Harry guessed he was in a new werewolf community now, but he still sent Totonks a birthday present, a handmade bone bracelet. Harry prayed in his heart that the bracelet must not be made from local materials and made of werewolf teeth.

Hermione's gift was a spell-cast parchment flashing with the names of various spells - all of which Harry had already mastered. Looking at a page full of lists, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Bill stuck his head through the crack of the door.

"Breakfast is ready, we have to hurry up, the award ceremony starts at ten o'clock, it is best to go to the Ministry of Magic in advance..."

They followed Bill downstairs, and Harry saw two strangers at the dining table, a witch with black hair and pink cheeks, and a small man in a violet top hat— Same hair color as Tonks today.

"Hestia Jones and Dedalle Digger," Mr. Weasley introduced at the table.

The two looked at Harry curiously, and Dedalo Digg exaggeratedly took off his hat, "Hello, it's nice to meet again."

Harry looked at him bewildered, without the slightest impression in his mind.

"When you were still in school, Leaky Cauldron, you were with Hagrid," Dedalle further prompted, "and I shook hands with you."

So it is, Harry thought. He remembered that there was indeed a wizard who was as excited as Quirrell.

"Hello, Harry," said the witch named Hestia, "we are your guards today."

"Guards?" Harry spat out a slice of bread.

"Don't worry, this is a normal process." The witch said with a smile.

Hermione on the side was talking to Tonks, "No, I'm not going to let them know, I'll wait for a chance later."

Breakfast was smoked meat, baked potatoes, slices of bread and vegetable soup. After breakfast, everyone went out in batches through the main entrance of 12 Grimmauld Place. "You can't use the fireplace, it's too conspicuous." Felix said, " You stand with me, Harry."

Harry found the atmosphere more and more eerie.

"professor?"

"Wait until the ceremony is over." Felix shook his head.

When the group entered the Ministry of Magic through the red phone booth, many staff members silently saluted them. But soon a group of Aurors came towards them, escorting them in the middle, all the way to a large conference room.

Harry felt like a tight-knit prisoner, moving from place to place. Ron and Hermione seemed to feel the same way, judging by the uncomfortable expressions on their faces.

The room was dark and full of people, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, which reminded Harry of the picture he saw in the Pensieve. There were almost as many people when Little Crouch was tried. His heart was pounding.

He heard Ron and Hermione inhale.

"We're going to the front," Felix said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and leading them to the row of seats on the podium.

Intensive flashes lit up in the corner, and Harry squinted to see from offstage the figure of Rita Skeeter, dressed in a grotesque form, with a prominent quill in her mouth, staring intently at them fiercely. Voila.

"Snap! It's going to make the headlines," she said.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room, and Harry felt like a monkey in a zoo, surrounded by an inexplicable crowd.

"They are members of Wizengamore," Felix explained in a low voice.

"Okay, let's get started." Ms. Burns said aloud, "distinguished guests, we will experience a special award ceremony today. In this situation, unity and faith are more important than ever..."

Ms. Burns has also become long-winded after becoming a minister... This is Felix's idea, he stared at the eloquent Ms. Burns, and had to admit that this approach was necessary, at least to stabilize people's hearts.

"...Building confidence and courage...We already have examples...Showing tenacious will...No need for fear and fear...Seeds of victory..."

The flashes under the stage seemed to be connected into a film, which made people dizzy. It wasn't until noon that the whole ceremony came to an end.

"I got the Merlin Medal?" Ron said incredulously, scrutinizing the medal in his hand repeatedly.

Felix also looked at his gold medal. It was similar to the previous one. The purple ribbon was changed to green, which represented that the medal in his hand was a first-class medal.

Then Ms. Burns took them to the Minister of Magic's office and closed the curtains.

Dumbledore came in, too, and Harry couldn't wait to ask, but Burns stopped him, "We'll talk about it when we're all there." Suspecting that he was in the professor's thinking cabin, finally, Kingsley and Sirius entered cautiously through the side door of the office.

Sirius made a smooth gesture, "No one found out."

At this time, Ms. Burns opened her mouth and told the whole plan of action-

"Decoy?" the three of them shouted in unison.

"That's right, the Death Eaters haven't moved. I think it's necessary to try it out. This award ceremony is a good opportunity for them. Usually, they can't catch anyone at all, and it will be even more difficult when you start school. ' Ms Burns said.

"What do you need us to do?" Harry asked.

Sirius stepped aside, and there were three cups of bubbly compound decoction on the table at some point.

"It's very simple, we put on your face and go out for a walk."

"What about us?" Harry demanded. Ron and Hermione also stared intently at the adults.

"Stay here until it's over," said Sirius blankly.

It took a little time to convince Harry, but fortunately it was successful. Kingsley, Sirius and Burns took the compound decoction mixed with the three's hair and hid in the cubicle. Moans of pain, and when everything died down, they staggered out of the compartment.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at each other, watching themselves move their hands and feet, their faces in amazement at adapting to their new bodies, and the strangeness in their hearts was beyond description - than when they disguised themselves as Crabbe and Goyle in second year It was a hundred times weirder that time.

'Harry' kept taking off his glasses and putting them on again, muttering, "It's weird, is this how James feels."

"Stop playing, Sirius," said 'Hermione', turning to the real Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Your family has been replaced, too, by Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix."

Sirius, disguised as Harry, said, "We had a bunch of fakes pretending to be going to the Burrow for a birthday, and Mr. Weasley wanted to try Muggle transportation, so he rented two cars..."

The freckled 'Ron' was silent, pretending to be Kingsley.

"Then Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Hepp..." Harry blinked and asked slowly.

"Ah, I'll show up at Diagon Alley and pretend to use the communal fireplace to go back to school . "

The real Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at Felix again.

Felix shrugged, "I'll stay here, and I'm not going anywhere. Someone has to be watching you." He pointed to the burning fireplace, "If there is a battle, I will leave through the fireplace as soon as possible and go to the battlefield. ."

"Well, we've been delayed for a while, and the Death Eaters may be suspicious if we stay any longer," said 'Hermione' dignifiedly. "Let's go. The most dangerous part of this plan is that we must rely on ourselves to block the first wave of the mysterious man's attack. Fortunately, we have prepared in advance."

The real Hermione couldn't help being in a daze as she watched the other 'self' giving orders. Soon, they each left the room, and Harry heard Dumbledore standing at the door of the office and saying softly: "Ms Burns, I'll go back to school first, and there's a lot of things to deal with."

He paused for a few seconds, nodded slightly, pretended to be someone inside, and closed the door from the outside.

"Sit down for a while," Felix said to the three, sitting on the sofa himself, fiddling with a coin at his fingertips.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione look at me, I look at you, and hesitantly sit across from Felix.

"Professor," Hermione asked softly, "will the plan work?"

"It depends on how you define success. It's like playing chess, we drop a piece and wait for the opponent's response, and it may not turn out as you originally expected," Felix said. "But it's really an opportunity, we With so much fanfare here, the Death Eaters are sure to get the news, and you—" he glanced at Harry, "or you—" his eyes swept over to Ron and Hermione again, "and disgraced Voldemort. , the return ceremony was messed up, and he must be happy to take care of you."

"On the contrary, if the Death Eaters don't show up, then there's trouble."

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked.

"That means Voldemort has a secret plan of his own that none of us know, including the Death Eaters," Felix said softly.