A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Felix returned to his office, he was surprised to see a row of owls standing by the window.

"Oh, well, Easter, I forgot to leave the window," he said with hindsight.

He opened the window, and Warren, who had just come out of his silver pocket watch, watched curiously at the owls rushing in, circling the office, dropping packages at their feet like bombers, and chirping at the same time. I waited for most of the day and felt indignant.

Varun climbed Felix's legs to his shoulders, looking down at the package on the ground.

Felix remembered the Easter candy eggs he received last year and hadn't eaten them all year. But in any case, receiving the gift itself is still very happy. And he could play Crackling Blast with Warren, and the winner would unwrap a gift.

The next morning, when he appeared in the auditorium, not surprisingly, he saw the students flipping through the newspapers and talking about it.

"Malfoy..." one of the students whispered, exchanging glances.

He looked around, didn't see Draco, and sat down to breakfast, before heading to the Ministry of Magic to continue his trial. The whole process will continue until the end of the Easter holiday, and Felix suddenly wants to skip class.

But he didn't think of an excuse until he ate the last piece of potato. The quick-acting candy that Fred and George developed didn't work for him, and he was on sick leave...well, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

In the end he went to the Ministry of Magic.

...

the other side--

"Unbelievable, I still can't understand," Harry lowered his head, pretending to be dealing with a tough bone, and Ron and Hermione leaned in to hear him whisper, "How could Malfoy be with... a spy? ?"

He looked up at the Slytherin table, Draco poking an apple pie with his fork expressionlessly, and the nearest Slytherin student two places away.

"It's Pansy Parkinson," Hermione whispered, looking over there. "She doesn't seem to have figured out what to do with this complicated relationship."

She saw it right. When Draco looked over, Pansy immediately turned his head and spoke to Millison next to him.

"Oh? That hurts enough, even though I was taken aback," said Ron, his tangled face proof enough that he was telling the truth, "I almost thought it was April Fool's Day, but Fred It's been a few days since my birthday with George, and I kind of regret giving them funny hats." He said painfully, "It cost me 5 Galleons."

"What is that?" Harry asked curiously.

"You mean funny hat?" Ron introduced him enthusiastically: "Joco's new product, I saw a flyer from Fred's book page one day. It said that after wearing it, your face can be seen in vampires. , switch between werewolf and female ghost, grow some cute fangs, soft mane and things like that."

"Sounds a bit like the Emerald Crown of 'Future World,'" Hermione chimed in. "One is a face change, one is a clothes change."

Ron shrugged. "Fred claims that Jokowi was inspired by the anti-curse hat and thinks he's at a loss. But I think it's funny."

"Professor Hepp's birthday is coming soon?" Harry said. "I remember the 15th?"

"Number 8, we got it wrong last time," Hermione said.

"Isn't that today?" Ron said in surprise. "Fred and George said they wanted to make big news," he said happily, "Oh, I have to keep this a secret, and none of you can tell them. …”

Later, they let Ron's owl piggy fly out of the owl shack with a package.

"It looks a little labored." Hermione looked up at the sky worriedly.

"No way, Hedwig doesn't want to go to the professor anymore, she feels ashamed," Harry said helplessly.

They watched the little pig sway in the air like a moving pendulum, and finally made a hard turn and disappeared from sight. But they knew that if they climbed over a few towers, if the piggy didn't hit a post, it would fly into the ancient rune office.

"Do you think the professor would like that telescope?" Ron asked, and before he could answer, he said to himself, "I was going to send a pet rat for Warren's company. Honestly I think They look alike... but it's too late, that telescope was given to me by George for testing, it should be a new product, but I haven't had time... Hermione, what did you give me?"

"A pot of plants," said Hermione.

"That's a good idea, I'll have to write it down." Ron's eyes lit up.

Harry didn't speak. He stared at the blue sky, and his thoughts drifted into the distance with the owl. He had just had a crazy idea, and he thought he must be crazy, but he couldn't stop thinking about one question: When was Snape's birthday? Maybe... but the next second he put the thought out of his mind. Come to think of it, he told himself, it wouldn't matter if Snape was undercover now.

Well, it's actually quite remarkable, Harry thought reluctantly, and he still admires that, and the scene of himself confronting Voldemort comes to his mind. He wasn't afraid of Voldemort, but let him calmly get along with Voldemort, close to... Harry's goosebumps arose.

He hadn't seen Snape in the cemetery, maybe he was hiding there, or was he late?

Harry thought of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters that night. He didn't hear all of it, but he remembered what he said at the beginning. Voldemort threatened the Death Eaters while feeling his rebirth.

"One didn't have the guts to come back...and he'd pay the price. The other, I think, left me forever...of course he'd be put to death..."

Thinking about it now, the former might refer to Karkaroff and the latter to Snape.

But Snape was alive and well now, and Harry didn't know how he did it.

He couldn't help imagining Snape and Voldemort meeting, but his mind went blank because of the lack of reference. He had the impression that Snape was either lecturing and sarcastic students in class with his characteristically slow, out-of-tune voice; Had to give a low score for how bad the potion Harry had boiled... but Harry didn't think Snape would take either of those attitudes towards Voldemort.

Probably the same as the other Death Eaters, Harry thought, nauseated at the thought of the group of Death Eaters kneeling before Voldemort. He would rather Snape be tougher.

When they came out of the owl shack, they couldn't help but talk about the Malfoys again. Ron mentioned Draco Malfoy's grandfather, "That was a great man."

"Is he also a Death Eater?" Harry asked.

"Nobody knows," Ron said, but then he lowered his voice mysteriously. "My dad said he might have been one of You-Know's early patrons." He seemed happy to see Harry and Hermione wide open. mouth.

"But he was never caught and died respectfully," added Ron. "Compared to him, his son wasn't smart enough, I mean Lucius Malfoy."

Harry grinned happily.

"Let me think about it," he counted with his fingers crossed, "after claiming to be under the Imperius Curse after losing the first war, later becoming Fudge's cash bag, losing school trusteeship in our second grade, Oh, by the way—and Dobby! Kneeling in front of Voldemort half a year ago to confess his wrongs, and now hiding somewhere and unable to get out—yes, I understand what you mean.”

They were talking and laughing, and Malfoy had never dealt with them. Now that they saw this family was unlucky, they were actually quite gloating. But when they entered the common room, it suddenly dawned on them that Malfoy was now on their side.

"I'd rather he remained a Death Eater—"

"Oh, don't be silly."

They sat at a table flipping through their bags, and the professors, apparently not planning to make the students comfortable during the holidays, tacitly left a pile of homework. As a result, quite a number of fifth graders did not go home, but stayed in school groaning and yawning to make up their homework.

Ron took out the parchment and quill from his bag, and said angrily, "Those lower school students are so noisy, I really want to deduct points for them." But as the assignments for each subject lay before him, his The momentum disappeared visibly.

Lying on the table, Harry pointed at random with his wand the review plan schedule that Hermione had given them yesterday, with the tasks for each subject clearly marked. "I also added a countdown," Hermione said happily. "It's in the upper left corner."

Harry stared at the number '59' on the parchment, feeling a sudden urge to tear it off.

"You say, how did Lucius Malfoy get involved with Professor Hepp?" he couldn't help asking.

Hermione pushed the newspaper to him. Ron said in disgust, "Do you believe that? 'Speaking of your heart' - what the hell, how is that possible? I'd say he was probably unlucky when he was doing something illegal, got caught by the professor, and asked the professor. Let him go..." Hermione glared at him.

"Cough, I mean, nice job."

"Death Eaters are complicated," Hermione tried to figure out: "There are ambitious people, some are cruel, and there are people who are rushing to get over there to get a little prestige," she thought for a while, and then said, "There are a few I was bewitched by the evil idea of ​​the mysterious man..."

Harry thought of Sirius' brother Regulus.

"...you can't tell when the You-Know-Who has the upper hand, but once he's down," Hermione pointed scornfully to the newspaper photos of Selwyn's trial, "we'll be able to tell the quality of these people. "

There was giggling in the lounge, and they turned their heads - Harry and Ron wished for something new - to see Fred and George each with a colorful hat in his hand, and the sound of jeering from the onlookers , while wearing a hat. Exclamations and laughter broke out in the crowd, and Fred and George turned in circles to show, and when they turned to Harry's side, the three finally saw their faces clearly.

Harry was startled and almost thought he saw a combination of a vampire and a ghost (?). Fred's face was as white as paper, his cheeks sunken, as if he had been malnourished for a long time, and his eyes were abnormally bloodshot, but the most conspicuous thing was his deliberately bared fangs; Human face - his hair has turned black, and it grows to the ground, his face is like a skeleton, with a green light on the surface, more frightening than the vampire beside him.

The two let out mischievous laughter.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and Fred and George came over and sat next to them. They were still wearing their weird faces, and Ron leaned back unconsciously, and Fred and George grinned.

"Don't like our new faces?"

"Okay, you guys seem to like this hat," Ron countered in a sarcastic tone. "Who said they were dissatisfied before?"

"It's two different things," Fred said earnestly. "We thought the hat came out at the right time."

"Yeah, it can add splendor to Professor Hepp's birthday party..." George said cheerfully.

The three looked at each other, Ron kept winking at Harry and Hermione, reminding them not to let them slip, and Fred and George looked at them strangely.

"Is there anything we don't know?"

"No." Ron said, and he changed the subject bluntly, "Have you heard that, "New Solution to Rune" said that an ancient Rune Yearbook is going to be prepared, and everyone is welcome to contribute."

"It's a big deal," Fred said happily, taking off his hat, his fangs and pale sunken cheeks gone. "Which part are you going to take?"

"How about you?" Harry asked warily.

"Career dynamics," Fred said without hesitation. "We've created a new profession, George and I. The profession is named 'Prank Merchant,'" he winked at Harry. "It's very demanding: Ancient Runes. , basic alchemy, transfiguration, conjuration, and wild imagination—"

"And a bohemian heart," said George half-truthfully.

"Sounds like bragging," Ron murmured.

"Have you tried that boxing binoculars?" Fred asked suddenly, staring at his brother's face.

"Not yet, uh—I'm giving it away." Ron wanted to mumble, but Fred stared straight at him, and he could only tell the truth.

"Give it away? To whom?" Fred and George shouted in unison.

"Boxing binoculars? Boxing?" Harry caught the key words.

Ron suddenly looked terrified.

Fred and George stared at his expression and smiled, "Okay, we won't ask." Fred said with a pretense of generosity.

"We'll find out in the end anyway," George added.

"Come on—that thing—Merlin's beard!" shouted Ron. "What's the use of that thing?"

But Fred and George just looked at him with regretful eyes, as if he was dying... Ron was even more panicked, and now he just wanted to go to the professor's office to get the gift back and change it, but when he thought of it Crabbe and Goyle's unfortunate appearance, he dismissed the idea.

"Speak! You!" he shouted.

Ron jumped up and shook Fred's collar vigorously, and Fred insisted that he would not let go, with an expression of watching the show.

"Are they really going to admit the name?" Hermione asked when it was quiet. "I heard the reviewers are all very old - except Professor Hepp."

"There's no harm in trying." George said eagerly: "I can see it, they are desperately looking for talent, and they are desperately expanding their territory! It is also mentioned above, 'Once the profession is officially recognized, in addition to receiving magic The Ministry's Career Directory, and all kinds of support.'"

"—after the war," said Hermione.

"What?" Fred asked.

"There is indeed what you said, but it will not be fulfilled until the end of the war." Hermione whispered.

"Why didn't I see it?" Fred and George were stunned for a moment, and then called out in unison.

"It's written on the last page of the most recent issue of Runescape," said Hermione. The two could not sit still, and they left in a hurry. After they disappeared, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry said uncertainly, "Prank businessman? Sounds good. But is there really such a career in the future?"

During this time, he has been studying the brochures of various occupations issued by the school. Although he thinks that he will become an Auror in the future, it does not prevent him from reading the requirements of other occupations with relish, and before going to bed and the people in the dormitory. Discuss until late at night.

"If mischief can be recognized, why don't I create a new career myself?" Ron muttered dissatisfied.

"So you have an idea?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron was stunned, Harry knew that he said it casually, and hurriedly asked, "Hermione, do you know how the number nine amulet is made?"

"You need to use the 'fire' rune and the 'protection' rune," Hermione said subconsciously. "You have to combine them, which is equivalent to two sets of circuits. When they work at the same time, they will absorb the surrounding flames, And then let it go."

"It doesn't sound like much," said Harry. "A lot of spells can have a similar effect."

"You can give it to a child," said Hermione, "and if you're going to study fire magic, it's still very useful. Even in the face of fierce fire, it can buy you a second or two - although after using it once It's broken."

They started to do their homework, and after a while, Harry began to feel sleepy, and he stared hard at the textbook on the history of magic, the Ilfracombe incident, Ilfracombe... Is this a person's name or a place name? Forget it, Harry yawned and copied the name on the parchment.

His thoughts began to wander, and he was already thinking of the evening party with Sirius, and Kreacher. I wonder if he was used to being in the kitchen...

Meanwhile, Felix sat listlessly on the courtroom bench, staring at a dark wizard with reflective skin.

Where did Voldemort find these people?

The words of Lucius swirled in his head yesterday, and Felix wanted to go to Malfoy Manor to see if it was burnt to rubble - this at least proves that Voldemort read the newspaper and was angry enough.

"Bang!" The mallet fell heavily.

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