A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the last few days of the holiday, Harry and the others stopped training and began to look forward to the arrival of the new term. Neville reluctantly said goodbye to them and returned to his grandmother. They made an appointment to meet at King's Cross Station.

"Why do you think you've been weird lately?" Ron looked at Harry with a puzzled face, while mercilessly eating Harry's White Queen chess piece.

"Is there?" Harry asked sensitively, quivering.

Ron's eyes widened, "Of course there is. Let me think about it, you're often unpredictable, including the days when you returned to the Burrow. You're not even interested in playing Quidditch with Cedric! Taking the initiative to give the opportunity to Ginny, speaking of which, Ginny is not quite right..."

He looked suspicious, making Harry embarrassed for a while: "I said, do you have any secrets?"

Hermione sighed behind the book, did Ron finally know, and his words surprised Hermione, Ron asked with certainty, "Harry, are you planning to go to Godric's Hollow, and Ginny happens to be Know about this?"

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Why do you think so?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I guess, there were a few times when I saw Harry staring at the pictures in a daze," said Ron smugly, but the next second he became serious, "Harry, Mommy forbid us to go out, let's go to the Burrow to get some air. , of course if you have to go, we can put on the Invisibility Cloak and Apparate to go and come back—"

Harry shook his head. "Remus persuaded me not to be impulsive, but I, uh, didn't think about it for a while myself."

"What's that for?" Ron demanded.

"Because, because," Harry took a deep breath, it was time, he thought. "I have mastered three Unforgivable Curses."

"Unforgivable Curse!?" Ron shouted with wide eyes, Hermione was stunned, the thick book in her hand slipped to the ground, which was completely different from what she thought.

After a long time-

"What do you think?" Harry looked at them nervously.

Ron patted Harry's shoulder hard, "That's too cool, how did you do it? Did Professor Hepp secretly cook a small stove for you?" He guessed: "It could also be Dumbledore. , you guys have been out quite a lot recently."

Hermione rolled his eyes at him angrily, "Impossible, the professor will never teach us these spells! Even Aurors in peaceful times are subject to strict restrictions, as Tonks told me."

Harry hesitated for a while, but still told his anomalies, starting from the night he came back from the Ministry of Magic, telling about his special feeling when he woke up from bed, the next morning Professor Hepp took him to test three spells, and that After that, Dumbledore asked him various questions, and finally he had to leave two memories.

He was short of breath at the thought of one of those memories, of Ginny kissing the corner of his mouth, and he should have removed that part!

But Dumbledore asked for the memory to be as complete as possible, and Harry gave it away at the time, causing him to regret it every time he remembered it now. He doesn't really want to talk when he's out alone with Dumbledore now...and Harry doesn't know if he should regret it, but he really doesn't get many opportunities to be alone with Ginny, which makes him worry about gains and losses, doubting Is self-indulgent.

Ron and Hermione were struggling to digest the shocking news.

"It's that simple? You learned those two spells in less than a morning?" Ron was still incredulous.

"Didn't you listen carefully, Harry was obviously influenced by You-Know-Who, and the professor just further verified this. Otherwise, it wouldn't be that easy." Hermione looked at Harry and said solemnly, "Harry, the professor is right. , you must not relax your Occlumency training."

Harry grunted.

"This is no joke, Harry, from your symptoms—"

"Symptoms?" Harry said annoyed.

"Well, it's a phenomenon." Hermione picked out the words carefully. "You're getting more and more connected with the You-Know-Who-how strange, since when?"

"Probably after Voldemort's resurrection," said Harry.

"—but since it's been developed to acquire his evil knowledge, it's no small matter, Harry," said Hermione patiently, "dark magic affects people's sanity, and you can imagine part of Voldemort's thoughts and yours. What is the result of the fusion, your character may change unconsciously, and he may even implant a certain idea in your mind, making you think it is your own idea. Maybe this is what the professor and Dumbledore try to avoid of."

"Then what should I do?"

"Working hard on Occlumency, of course, and, uh, not letting yourself get caught up in negative emotions." Hermione was scripted, saying what she'd read in the books, but it was all cliché, "I—we can help You, right?" She looked at Ron, who nodded hurriedly.

At dinner, Fred and George vividly told them about the new guards of the Sword Keep.

"About a dozen feet tall, it's like a magnified magic puppet, with more precious materials and more spells. When they light up, the magic around them can be blinding... when you go to Diagon Alley. As you can see, there are two standing at the door."

"You also participated? What abilities do these guards have?" Tonks, who stayed to eat, asked with interest.

Fred sighed, "Professor Hepp made it by himself, a week before our anti-curse series, I really want to dig him into our trick shop-" He grimaced.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him sternly, and he obediently made a silent gesture, and stopped talking about the word 'Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry'. But Harry knew that Fred and George had even signed the shop contract, right in the village of Hogsmeade.

"Only two?" Harry said.

Fred and George looked at each other. "It's a secret."

Harry held his breath subconsciously, "So...there are many?"

"We can't tell, really." Fred said, "There are about a dozen people outside?" He counted one by one with his fingers: "Two at the door, and two more when you enter the door, Then there are a few sporadically on each floor...but these can't be all."

"That's right," George replied. "Since the professor came out of the laboratory, Fred and I found that several storage rooms were locked, but we couldn't open them, and only a few people had permission."

He spread his hands.

"We tried to persuade Penello to let us in while Professor Hepp was away, but she refused to agree. I guess there must be an army of magic puppets inside!"

Fred and George's eyes lit up with excitement, and Tonks was also interested: "This thing is made very fast? Maybe I should suggest that the department buy a batch, if it is really cost-effective."

"Not yet," Fred dismissed his idea. "Only Professor Hepu can make magic guards. I heard that it involves extremely advanced memory magic... But he is not in the company now."

"Professor Hepp isn't in the company? Where has he been?" Harry asked.

The twins shook their heads.

"Penello and Cremy should know that they have an emergency way to contact the professor, and Remus should have it, but we don't always see him."

"The professor may be dealing with the Muggle world, and he takes a few days out of the year for that," said Hermione.

"Did he mention it to you?"

"Oh, uh, I guessed wildly," said Hermione.

When Felix reappeared, it was the last day of the holiday, and he brought three letters.

"I took time to go back to school, and Minerva was busy, so I helped bring the books here." Felix said, Harry, Ron, and Hermione each held their own letter and couldn't wait to open it.

"It's long overdue," said Ron, opening the envelope. "School starts tomorrow."

"Probably too busy, Professor McGonagall has only spent the past two days dealing with school affairs." Harry guessed, he opened the envelope and there were two pieces of parchment inside, one reminding him of the start of school as usual, the other was Books to use this year.

"Two new books to buy," Hermione read, "Standard Spells, Level 5, by Miranda Gorshak; Elementary Practical Runes, Felix Hepp, Hydes By Tron Villa. Professor, do you have a new book out?"

Felix nodded slightly.

"Huh, who's the other author?" Hermione asked, staring at the bibliography.

"He is the president of the Ancient Rune Association. You should have met him. He and Professor Machiban went to the school to listen to the class." Felix explained: "Because of time constraints, Mr. Vera and I just simply sorted out The practical runes used in the fifth grades are organized into a book according to the difficulty and teaching order, and they will be separated later when there is a chance, and the textbook will be published by L.C.A Publishing House.”

"Why aren't there any Defence Against the Dark Arts books?" Harry asked repeatedly, looking at the list of books.

"Didn't Sirius tell you?" Felix asked.

"No, he—"

"Did it fall?" Ron shook the envelope, "Hey, there's one, let me see—" He suddenly opened his mouth wide and didn't move.

"Do you have anything else in there?" Harry leaned over beside Ron strangely, when Hermione on the opposite side turned the envelope upside down, and a gold-red thing slipped into his palm. Harry subconsciously squeezed his envelope, which was empty.

"Prefect." Ron groaned. "I've been elected prefect."

Ron and Hermione became five-year prefects of Gryffindor House. Felix was a little surprised by the result, but after a little thought, he understood Dumbledore's intentions. A prefect is both a right and a responsibility, and Harry already has too many responsibilities.

But Harry obviously didn't understand. At this moment, his heart was empty. He could only say congratulations in pale language, which was far less sincere than Mrs. Weasley who had heard the news.

In fact, no one was more pleasantly surprised than her, not even the freshly-baked prefect himself.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Oh, Ron, that's amazing! Prefect!" She hugged Ron excitedly, the wet rag dripping all over her hands. She generously promised a gift to her youngest son.

"Can I get a new broom?" Ron asked expectantly.

Mrs Weasley looked at him embarrassedly, then smiled, "Of course, see you later, I'll go get Fred and George's shopping list, in addition to brooms, I'll buy you new books, oh, by the way, And Ginny's, that's a lot." She giggled and left.

Ron stopped where he was. After a while, he rolled his eyes, "Fred and George will be jealous, they absolutely will! But who cares, I'm a prefect, and I'll have a new broom soon. Oh, bad--"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked dryly, feeling as though his voice was coming from someone else's mouth.

"I should add some more money and give away a portion of the prize—so I can buy a better broom," said Ron gleefully, his eyes starting to light up, "yes, that's it. I'll go now. Talk to mom."

"Professor," Hermione asked Felix in a low voice, "may I make a phone call home? On the payphone in the community outside? Mom and Dad know what a prefect means, and they'll be happy."

Felix thought for a while, "Well, Miss Granger, you haven't been home for a long time. Take this opportunity to accompany your family, and I'll pick you up at night."

"Then I'll pack up." Harry said awkwardly.

He went back to the bedroom alone, the suitcase on the table was open, like a big mouth, seemingly mocking him silently. Harry picked up one of the dirty clothes on the bed and sat blankly on the bed until he had time to think.

He almost forgot about the prefect, but he couldn't pretend not to see when it happened. If he had to choose one of them, he would definitely prefer to be a prefect rather than Ron. Harry felt a little uncomfortable, did he think he was better than Ron? He didn't want to appear arrogant, so he tried desperately to find a reason for himself. I'm better at Quidditch and better at dueling...but what else? I wasn't far behind Ron in the other classes. But outside of his homework - Harry thought bitterly, the adventures they had gone through together, the life and death - he had done so much that Headmaster Dumbledore knew better.

But he couldn't help correcting himself, Ron was always by his side, never flinched even when faced with Voldemort. He doesn't have a reason to be an enemy of Voldemort like himself, so it seems that Ron seems more noble? At this moment, a voice came to Harry's head, but he took the honor that belongs to you.

"No, that's what he deserves," Harry whispered to himself, but the voice started humming again, and Harry miraculously understood. You do more, but you don't get understood, and you don't get what you deserve, that voice is spreading dark thoughts to him, maybe he should be taught a lesson, with a new spell...

"That's not what I thought," Harry said to himself. "Ron is my best friend." He jumped to his feet and nearly fell. He gasped, the expression on his face changing rapidly, sometimes seeming to be a different person.

"Someone needs to look at the brain," mocks the blank canvas framed on the wall.

Harry stared at the canvas, but there was nothing there, like the clocks he'd seen shooting screws at people, the snuff bottles that bit people, the display cases that coughed up a lot of dust as soon as they opened the door, proof. Yet another proof of the Black family's ancient, pure and magical companionship.

"You're wrong," Harry exclaimed, but the canvas didn't respond.

After a while, Harry heard footsteps, he hurriedly lowered his head, stuffed his clothes into the suitcase, and Ron hopped in.

"Catch up!" he said happily, "I put half of the bonus in, just enough to replace the Sweep series with Nimbus 2000. Actually, I can buy 2001, but I think I should save it a bit, and I will buy it again. What about birthday gifts, and in case the 'Future World' company releases new products... are you alright?"

"Fantastic, Ron, I mean—you'll have a good broom in no time to consider joining the team," Harry said, and he paused, feeling that the words were genuine and relieved. in one breath.

Ron's smile disappeared.

"I thought it was you, I didn't think of it at all—"

"No, that's what you deserve," Harry said firmly, as if he had settled down. "You are fully deserving of the prefect's honor. As for me, I've had enough troubles of my own..."

"Oh, well, you're right, maybe that's why Dumbledore didn't pick you - is he still coming today, I mean that inexplicable afternoon tea?"

"Yeah, I think so." Harry was glad that Ron had changed the subject, and that he had started school soon, and he didn't have to eat a belly of candied fruit, and he couldn't help feeling nauseated thinking about it now.

...

In the evening, Sirius returned, and Harry welcomed him beaming.

"Should I call you Professor Black?"

"You can leave this sentence at tomorrow's dinner party." Sirius smiled.

At dinner he sat next to Felix and whispered, "Felix, I heard you're the guard on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow?"

"Just one of them," Felix glanced at him, letting a jam jar fly into his hand, "I remember you too."

Sirius turned his head awkwardly: "I'm going to take a leave... I have another day of work tomorrow."

"Why?" Felix asked curiously, it didn't look like he said it.

"I was going to visit Azkaban with Amelia today, and set up the Anti-thief Falls, but I was alerted that a dementor had appeared in a Muggle town, and it turned out to be a false alarm...

Anyway, uh, I thought - for the sake of the beginning and the end - when I came out of Azkaban, it would be a goodbye to the past. "

[Explanation on how the trio used the Unforgivable Curse in the original book (guess):]

First of all, I don't think you can cast magic just by knowing the spell. The evidence explicitly mentioned in the original work is:

The first Flitwick talks about the levitation spell, explaining that the spell is related to the casting action of the wand;

When preparing for the O.W.Ls exam in Part 5, it is mentioned that you need to review the spell notes;

The series of textbooks "Standard Spells" are basically one book a year, if you just record spells, there is no need to do so;

Deep spells and black magic require emotional involvement.

My personal understanding is that magic should be to mobilize magic + emotions (vision), as for spells, gestures, wands, etc., are to reduce the difficulty of casting, not necessarily.

So how did Harry and the others use the Unforgivable Curse?

Excluding bugs in the original work, a reasonable guess (forcibly explained) is that they had a copy of "The Secret of Cutting-edge Black Magic" when they wandered in the seventh year. This book describes the production method of Horcrux in detail. Since there are even Horcruxes, the contents of the three unforgivable curses are naturally no problem. It's very likely that I flipped through it when I was idle...

Of course, the above is all speculation, after all, the original did not mention this paragraph.

There is one exception - Harry's Cruciatus without a teacher at the end of fifth grade, which I also explain in this book: if the talent is high enough, you can indirectly infer magic by observing other people's casting movements, spells, and spells. To mobilize, recite the mantra according to the gourd painting.

The above are the words of one family, and only apply to this book.