A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Slughorn clearly miscalculated. Felix thought as he handed the mead to the stiff-faced Snape.

Slughorn must have been impressed by Severus and Lily's inter-academy friendship in that particular context during the First Wizarding War, and it's no wonder that professors are often well-informed, but know only about it. Superficial, rarely touches on the deeper conflicts and emotional entanglements between students.

Combined with seeing Harry using old textbooks in class - Harry wasn't short of money - Ezlughorn gave Harry a little attention, and it turned out that the textbook once belonged to Snape.

"For you, Harry... oh, I forgot, you're underage." Felix took back the hand he held out.

"Oh, don't be too strict, Felix. It's okay to drink less," Slughorn said with a wink.

He also seemed to find that Snape's relationship with Harry was not what he thought, so he changed the subject nimbly, he patted Harry on the shoulder, "Looks like I've been holding you by my side for too long, you should go find Your friend, yes... take it, Harry." With that, he picked up a goblet from a tray held by a passing house-elf and handed it to Harry haphazardly.

Harry just wanted to get out of right and wrong as soon as possible, he thanked him and left quickly. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he felt the sharp eyes fixed on the back of his head move away, and Professor Slughorn's lively voice loomed behind him.

"...Amelia Burns, she's doing well, back in the day..."

"Harry?" said a familiar voice.

"Neville, why are you here?" Harry said in surprise. Neville was hiding under a wide golden drapery, with a string of tiny lights hanging above his head, and his face was colored against the background.

"I, I'll come and rest for a while," Neville said cautiously.

Harry followed his gaze and saw the Greengrass sisters, who were wearing beautiful emerald green gowns, surrounded by a small group of people like stars holding the moon. He asked a little puzzled, "What happened to them?"

"They...talked to me," Neville stammered, the look on his face lingering in fear.

"Just because of this?"

"Of course—not only, but Bryce Shabini, Marcos Belby, even Malfoy!" said Neville, shocked, "they behaved strangely, like they were different people. ' He raised his head suddenly, seemingly startled by his own words.

Harry understood a little.

"Do you think they've been cast under the Imperius Curse, or replaced with a potion?" he asked softly.

Neville looked at Harry's face carefully. "You know why, don't you?"

"Isn't that the social etiquette they advocate." Harry said carelessly.

The two were speechless, and Neville looked at Harry's goblet and asked, "Where did you get your juice?"

"Professor Slughorn," Harry mumbled. He drank the sweet juice and felt his throat blocked. He took out his wand, turned the cup into a low stool, and sat on it. on top. Neville stared straight at Harry's stool.

"Need help?" Harry asked.

"Thank you so much," said Neville quickly.

So the two simply hid behind the curtain, sitting on the small bench and chatting happily. Harry tried a few times and managed to use the Silent Charm to bring a plate of beef patties from the table.

"Want some?" Harry asked, picking up a pie.

"Thank goodness, I'm starving." Neville grinned.

The two devoured their food while looking at the others in the office. It wasn't until the singing from the ceiling died down that the two came out of the drapery.

"Oh my God!" Hermione appeared out of nowhere, almost bumping into them. "Where did you come from?" She stared at the suspicious oil stains around the corners of their mouths - Neville was holding an empty plate - and then Over their shoulders, looked at the golden veil behind Harry and Neville.

"Never mind," Harry said, hiccupping, while quietly stretching out a leg to push the small stool into the drapery. "Is the party over?"

"I guess..." Hermione said, turning her head away.

At this time, Professor Slughorn walked to the center and said with a smile on his face: "I hope everyone has a good evening, I can guarantee that this will not be the last time..." The participants left one after another, Felix Walk to the hallway with Snape and talk quietly.

"What's hiding in classroom seven?" Snape asked bluntly.

Felix raised his eyebrows.

"This school year there was a sudden closure, the temporary room next door was ineffective, and I heard complaints from students," Snape said, "and ... that Professor Bagshot also showed interest."

He simply said a few words, turned and left.

Is this a reminder? Felix thought, as far as he knew, Snape had been very low-key since the beginning of the school, and it seemed that after the fall of Voldemort, he completely ignored Harry and Dumbledore.

By mid-October, the school finally posted an announcement setting the date for the first Hogsmeade weekend.

That morning, Harry woke up early. It was dark outside and the wind was whimpering. He stared at the curtains of the four-poster bed for a long time, but he couldn't sleep, so he simply pulled out the book "Advanced Potions Making" from the bottom of the bed. Kill time.

Harry had refused to take his embarrassing textbook to Potions class since the very unpleasant little party, and he read a book with Ron for two weeks, until Ron's owl was little. Pig brought back the new textbook from Lihen Bookstore.

After that, this "Advanced Potions Making" was shelved by him - to be precise, under the bed.

Hermione's words saved its fate when she was stuffing rune symbols into a ghost book. "In an objective evaluation, this book is actually quite good, not to mention that there are many notes from Professor Haipu on it."

Harry pondered to himself that the book had landed in his hands only because he was the only one who could barely make out Snape's sticky, messy notes, which he had been in charge of sorting through during the O.W.Ls last school year. useful notes, and when the new school year begins, its value is greatly diminished.

Harry opened the book from the middle and back, staring at the spell written in the blank space—Shen Feng Wu Ying, with the simple words "to the enemy" underneath. In fact, it's more than that. There are two different fonts below it, each with neat small characters to give notes.

One of the notes is directed at the spell itself: a cutting spell, which is fast and silent; with a little practice, it can cut off people's heads, and it works better on stones and metals. The anti-mantra is to heal quickly, recite it three times (approved by the mantra creator himself).

It was the words that once terrified Harry.

And below Professor Hepp's comment, followed by Hermione's comment (it can be seen that she was annoyed at the time), 'Bad speech, are boys at that age full of violence in their heads? And I bet it's an illegal spell...'

Harry grinned and smiled silently. He could well imagine the mood in which Hermione had written this, but although he wasn't sure why the professor had thought of cutting people's heads - which Harry found terrifying - the pair He was undoubtedly a clear warning.

Professor Hepp also left a rather unusual comment on other handwritten spells——

Toenail Growth Spell (little curse, good comic effect); Fuchsia (make sure your opponent is wearing pants, or not, depending on how much you hate him); Earplugs Hearing Spell (must be in the library, there are others) Hermione's Note: Got you, Professor!); and the Glue Jaw Charm (which has the effect of sticking the tongue to the roof of the mouth, aiding in the practice of silent casting).

Harry stared at the instructions for the Glue Jaw spell, his thoughts drifting elsewhere for a moment. Is this spell useful for practicing Animagus? Sirius once told them a particularly unreliable suggestion: use Stunning and Petrifying Charms to prevent unconsciously swallowing (or chewing) Mandela leaves while sleeping. Harry thought, if you add the Glue Jaw Charm, you won't have to worry about day or night...

Harry shook his head vigorously, which was definitely a bad idea.

The time to study Animagus was set after Halloween. Counting him, Ron and Hermione, a total of a dozen students met the requirements. They have nearly a month to learn the theory, and then start their first attempt at Christmas, which minimizes the distress of having difficulty speaking.

In the morning, the students lined up in a long line. Under the envious eyes of the junior wizards, they passed Filch's examination and went to Hogsmeade to play.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked at the oak gate.

"Still fiddling with her rune book, she can't wait to fill it up," Harry said, looking around.

"Well, it looks like it's just the two of us today," said Ron with a sigh, but he was quick to cheer up, "how about going to Joko? Literary Residence, I need to add a few quills, and finally get a drink at Three Brooms..."

"Well, actually—" Harry looked at Ron with some embarrassment.

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny emerged from behind them and patted Harry on the shoulder happily. "Let's go."

Ron stared and shouted incredulously, "You want to come with us?"

Ginny raised her pretty eyebrows, stepped forward, took Harry's arm, and looked at Ron demonstratively. Harry was so weird in his heart that he wanted to quietly withdraw his arm, but Ginny insisted not to let go.

"I think," she looked straight at Ron, "it's time to show a good brother example."

Ron was dumbfounded.

"Are you still leaving?" Filch roared wickedly, looking at them.

"Let's go!" Ginny turned her head, her hair flew into the air like flames for a moment, and dragged Harry away. Harry had never felt this way before: the road from school to Hogsmeade was too long, he didn't feel the joy of dating at all, even though Ginny was next to him, the gruff reminders from behind him every now and then He Ron never got far.

"Where shall we go first?" said Ginny cheerfully.

"Uh...how about going to Djoko first?" Harry racked his brains.

"and then?"

"I think... go to Fred and George's store," Harry said slowly. "We might be able to meet them."

"Good idea! What else?"

"...Go to the literati's residence to buy a few quills, and finally have a drink at the three warm brooms. How about this plan?" Ron asked suddenly and muffled.

"Oh, that sucks," said Ginny disgustedly.

They parted at the entrance of Hogsmeade - though Ron was reluctant, Ginny glared at him and wouldn't give up. "Who's going on a date with my sister?" Ron muttered, kicking away.

Harry and Ginny came to Joko, but it was already boarded up.

"Oh, shit." Harry exclaimed suddenly as they turned and walked towards Weasley's Witchcraft and Tricks, leading Ginny down a fork in the road.

"What's the matter?" Ginny looked behind her head.

"Professor Slughorn," Harry said nervously, Ginny chuckled in his ear, making Harry's heart tick, he completely left Ron behind and left Ron alone Let the cold wind blow in the street--"How about we go to Madame Padrefer's Tea House for a cup of tea?" Harry asked, plucking up his courage.

It is a recognized date spot for couples at Hogwarts.

Ginny looked at him, her eyes seemed to twinkle with stars.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked confused, his face a little hot, and he didn't know if his own thoughts had been discovered.

Ginny smiled back and forth. "Okay," she said, straightening her back, smoothing her messy hair.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the teahouse. When they entered, everyone was staring at them. The two little girls in the corner pouted. Among them, the girl with protruding chin and long black hair chatted with her companions. what.

"Leave them alone," said Ginny proudly, dragging Harry inside, but they circled the smoke-filled room and found no space. The two girls in the lower grades had already left, but at this time, they sat back generously, folded their arms in unison, and frowned at Ginny.

"That's Romilda Vanney, and she's at the club discussing how to give you a love potion," Ginny said, looking anxiously around for a pair of seats.

"What?" Harry was shocked.

"Oh, don't make a fuss, some of the ideas are quite interesting," Ginny said casually, then her eyes lit up, "Let's go over there!"

Harry murmured in his heart, he thought it was obvious, Ginny was there at the time, but not only did she not stop it, but she also participated in it, at least heard a lot of 'interesting ideas'. This made him very annoyed, and then he thought of a key question, the club? what club?

There was an ominous shadow in Harry's heart. Maybe he should find a chance to chat with the Creeve brothers about the management of the club. For safety reasons, this matter cannot be delayed...

They came to the position by the window, where just two people stood up, one of them was a fine-faced old woman, buttoning her coat elegantly, and she handed a gift box to Daphne Greengrass.

Harry saw the delicate smile on Daphne's face again, something he was allergic to.

"...transfer it to him for me."

Daphne nodded, and the two walked out of Madam Paddyff's tea house, and separated from left to right.

On the other side, Ron wandered aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade, sucking a licorice wand and complaining. Then he saw an old woman in tattered grey clothes passing by. Ron glanced at him, not taking it seriously, but the clumsy guy following the old woman caught his attention.

"Hey! Don—" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

Suddenly, a wand pressed against his lower back.

"One more word and I'll kill you."