A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Time passed by, and the auditorium was filled with sweet smells.

Felix put down his knife and fork contentedly and waited for dessert after the main meal. The other students in the auditorium were still eating enthusiastically, chatting loudly, unaware of the ghosts floating above their heads.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry had almost finished eating, and began to pay attention to the voices around him. He was not happy to find that one of the things people talked about was him, the ghost of Gryffindor—the voice of Nick, almost headless, drifting into his ears across seven or eight seats.

"That's right, Harry Potter, he's there, you'll have a chance to see..."

Harry didn't look back, but he guessed that Nick was talking to the freshman at Hogwarts, and he concluded that the freshman came from a wizarding family, so that he would know his name before school, unless the student was a high school student like Hermione.

Dean and Seamus chat loudly about the Diagon Alley news. He pricked up his ears. He didn't have the chance to go there at all this year. The textbooks, stationery and potion materials used were all bought by Mrs. Weasley. New products, and as a result the plan had to fall through.

I don't know if the Weasley twins' anti-curse series products have been released...

"The store is full, and there are more people than ever... No way, who made this year's book list come out so late, everyone rushed together. Not many people are interested in stopping and chatting, I saw a few familiar faces, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if something was chasing them..."

"The supply of rune booklets is in short supply, and my mother wants to buy a few copies for relatives living abroad..."

Seamus spoke with gusto, and when he met Harry's gaze, he grinned and grew louder.

"There are a lot of mobile stalls on both sides of the street. In fact, it is just a piece of cloth on the ground. What are they selling? Of course, all kinds of amulets. My mother told me that those are garbage, and they are not as good as the probability of finding genuine goods in Knockturn Alley. Big . . . of course she was joking."

"That damn place hasn't been sealed by the Aurors yet." Ron's mouth was full, and Harry miraculously heard what he meant.

Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are adjacent to each other, but their reputations are quite different. Diagon Alley covers a huge area and is the magical business center of British wizards, while Knockturn Alley is just a remote alley, and the goods sold in the shops are not counted. Too formal.

At this time, a voice spoke in his ear: "Excuse me, make room for me."

Harry was taken aback and looked back to see a tall girl with long braids leaning over to look at him, her face less than a foot from him, it was Angelina Johnson, who was stabbing each other with her fingers. Leigh and Ron managed to squeeze a seat between them.

"So, how was your summer vacation?" she asked briskly.

"It's okay," said Harry, momentarily confused about her purpose.

"Well, that's it," Angelina stroked her hair, "I've been elected captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Captain Quidditch," Harry repeated, before exclaiming, wide-eyed, "Quidditch?"

Angelina showed an "as expected" expression, "Fred told me that you forgot about Quidditch, I still don't quite believe it..."

"Why," Harry stammered. "I played with Cedric on vacation." He looked around and saw the handsome face on the Hufflepuff dean's table.

"Really, so you're not quitting the team?" Angelina asked, staring at Harry with big eyes, and Harry's pressure surged.

"Absolutely not, I'm counting on another trophy," he assured.

"That's good," Angelina breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't want to be too sensitive, but I just took over the team, and I always feel a lot of responsibility. I can understand why Oliver is so long-winded..."

"Don't imitate him," said Harry hastily.

Angelina laughed.

"Then I'll go first, ah, by the way, since Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. I'm going to put the selection on Friday at five o'clock in the afternoon, and I hope the whole team will be there, okay? We can let the newcomers try to work with everyone.”

"Okay, have you been picked yet?" Harry asked, and Ron, who was eating, pricked up his ears.

"Not yet," she sighed. "I'll post the application form on the wall when I get back." She bent over and left.

"She looks so stressed, I almost forgot about Quidditch," Hermione said.

"Maybe the captain of the team who just took over is like this? Cedric didn't get used to it at first..." Harry only answered the first half of the sentence.

"Then do you still have time, this year is O.W.Ls year, and don't forget, you promised Neville to rebuild the dueling study group." Hermione reminded him.

"I know," Harry muttered.

The food on the table was swept away, and after a few seconds, various desserts suddenly appeared on the plate.

Harry picked up a fried jam donut and chewed it "clicking" while looking at the professor's chair. His eyes were first on Dumbledore, who was sitting on a high-backed gold chair in the center of the long table, wearing a dark purple robe covered in silver stars, with matching hat and gloves, looking like he had gone the wrong way The lead singer of the band. Professor McGonagall and Snape were sitting on the left and right of him. Professor McGonagall was trying a fresh strawberry topped with sauce. From her expression, it didn't seem to fit the taste. On the other side, Snape squinted. There was one group responding to Dumbledore's questioning, almost without opening and closing, and across from Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, sat Sirius and Professor Hip. Strangely, Sirius also gave up eating early and was bored poking at the fruit on the blueberry cake with his fork.

As for Professor Hepp - Felix stared at the ceiling, the color on it was the same as the outside environment, much simpler than in previous years. He and Sirius actually arrived at the school earlier than the Hogwarts students, but Madam Pomfrey spent a lot of time examining Sirius.

In Madam Pomfrey's words, Felix's actions were quite "rough" and "unprofessional". If not handled in time, it might fester and pus in a few days. While she was cleaning the wound, Felix and Dumbledore came to chat.

"It was Severus who gave you the message," he said affirmatively.

"I knew you could guess," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"I also knew," Felix said slowly, "that it was Severus who told Voldemort about Borns' whereabouts. Sirius himself mentioned it at the meeting, and he heard it."

Dumbledore was slightly silent, "You are right."

"Is it really necessary to do this? I can't save their lives 100%. In fact, Barty Crouch Jr., Voldemort's most loyal servant, died right in front of him," Felix said with a slight emphasis. "I made it."

"As a qualified spy, if you want to gain Voldemort's trust, you must show a unique value, and this value must be something that no one else can give. Only in this way will Voldemort treat him differently." Dumbledore did not take it. Emotionally speaking.

"That's not the answer I want, Albus, and I don't think you'd be so indifferent," Felix said.

"Thank you for saying that, Felix." Dumbledore smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched.

"If I can, of course I hope to do more and trade my life for Voldemort's? It's really worth it, if I have the chance, I won't hesitate... But in my position, too many people's hopes have been pinned. , I can't bet lightly..."

"I know Voldemort, probably better than himself, that without a failure, he will not reflect, and Amelia will always be in danger. Voldemort must be made aware that trying to catch her is not a It's easy, and she can call for support at any time, this time it's just you, but next time it won't be so, so Voldemort will look away."

"Only Sirius was innocent in the whole thing, but he wasn't. Every member of the Order of the Phoenix was ready. Like you buried in the Death Eaters—"

Felix raised his eyebrows slightly, and made an appearance of listening intently.

"Lucius, isn't it?" asked Dumbledore softly, "probably more than—"

"How did you guess?" Felix interrupted.

"Ah, Lucius has been trying to get me into trouble in the past, I don't think removing him from the board is going to be the end of our confrontation, and it is. The number of complaints dropped by more than half, as if one of the leaders had lost his temper. Or had more trouble."

"Then," Felix said slowly, "since you know Lucius exists, why—"

"Let Severus take the risk?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, twirling his thumbs.

Felix nodded.

"As I said, Severus's role is unique. He is Voldemort's most proud masterpiece, a nail in the heart of the Order of the Phoenix that can provide information to everyone, including you and me-"

Felix suddenly realized, "Instead of getting information from Voldemort, do you value how to reasonably transmit information to Voldemort?"

Dumbledore blinked.

"Rather than letting Voldemort act recklessly, I prefer him to act in the way I expect, when I expect, and even if there is a risk, I can control it within a reasonable range."

...

"Did you really get it? The day before school started?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Yeah, got it," said Harry.

"I didn't expect it to fail so many times before. What is it, Harry?"

"What are you talking about?" Ron looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"Don't interrupt," Hermione said, her eyes still fixed on Harry.

"Headmaster Dumbledore got a memory from Mr. Slughorn." Harry looked around so that no one could hear him, and whispered to them, "I guess it involves Voldemort, at least after the Headmaster got the memory. Excited."

"Maybe it's the way to defeat Voldemort," Hermione speculated. "As you said, the old gentleman was a colleague of Headmaster Dumbledore, which means he taught You-Know-Who, doesn't he? He must know something. "

"I thought so too," Harry shrugged and continued to gobble, "compared to Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Slughorn was not in a good mood. He kicked us out, even at the suggestion of the Headmaster. There was no positive response to his move."

"move place?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore wants him to live in Hogwarts and continue his research on potions. Hogsmeade can do it too - he can be a neighbor with Honey Duke, and I can see that he is a little moved." Harry said casually.

Hermione's chewing speed slowed down, "What could it be? Since it's a memory, it can only be a past..."

At this point, Dumbledore stood up, he tapped the glass, and the hall fell silent.

"Welcome back, I know you can't wait to head to the warm and cozy quilt, but please be patient for a while and listen to me... There are two changes to our teaching staff this year. The first is the Conservation of Magical Creatures class. , our hunting keeper needs to take care of some personal business and will be absent for a few weeks... In the meantime, Professor Graplan is willing to fill this vacancy, and we warmly welcome."

Professor Grapland rose from her seat, nodded at the students with her protruding chin, and sat down to polite applause in the auditorium.

"The next thing to introduce is our new teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Black has a wealth of experience in fighting against the dark magic. He has been the Minister of Magic's staff for the past two months. He will join the teaching team this year."

Sirius stood up happily, waved at everyone, and finally couldn't help blowing a loud whistle twice. The air in the auditorium suddenly became lively, and Fred and George also whistled back to him.

Dumbledore waited for the applause to subside and continued:

"There will be some small, interesting attempts at school this year. I'm sure some of you have heard of it. There are two things that are closely related to you."

"The first one is that the examination of the ancient rune class will be divided into two parts: theoretical examination and practical examination. The specific assessment criteria will be introduced to you by Professor Haipu in class."

Felix waved lazily, and the students whispered below.

"Second, the school will incorporate some spells into the scope of the school year assessment. In principle, every student is required to pass. If there are special circumstances, you can apply in advance. Of course, I will not accept 'allergic to specific words'. The reason...we will post the assessment spells for different grades within the first week of school."

"Then, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together," Dumbledore exclaimed.

There was a commotion in the auditorium, and the smile on Felix's face seemed to freeze. Hogwarts didn't sing the school song every year, and sometimes arranged for a student orchestra to sing, but it was obvious that Dumbledore was very interested in making a cameo as a conductor this year. .

A long golden ribbon floated from the tip of his wand, twisted into words.

Headmaster Dumbledore wore star gloves that matched his robe and hat, and his wand opened and closed as if he was holding a baton. Felix hummed along with him.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, teach us, whether we're a bald old man or a kid with a broken knee, our minds can take in some interesting things... …”

After the choppy chorus ended, Dumbledore wiped his eyes emotionally.

"Music always makes people emotional. Well, now everyone can go back to the dormitory, and ask the prefects to lead the freshmen out."