Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Ron left them angrily. "Ron—" Harry reached out for his back, not knowing what to say.

On the first day of returning to school to pack his luggage, he saw the dress Mrs. Weasley had prepared for Ron. From his eyes, it was more like a velvet dress with purple sauce, with moldy ruffles on the neckline and matching lace on the cuffs.

Harry didn't have the courage to wear it out. Judging from Ron's expression at the time, he couldn't wait to press this dress under the bottom of the box. He would not use it once in his life.

Ten seconds later, Ron flew out spinning.

Harry and Hermione caught him, Ron sat on the ground, face deathly pale, and his voice said in a low voice, "I'm tired of being poor. Harry, can you lend me some money? I promise to pay it back You!"

Harry hesitated for two seconds. He knew what Ron was going to do—buy the ageing agent. "No problem," he said.

"Ron! You shouldn't—Dumbledore wouldn't fail to consider—" Hermione persuaded.

"Don't worry about it." Ron buried his head, "Don't you have a way to get the invitation card, wouldn't it be a big talk?"

Hermione stared at him incredulously , But Ron only gave her the back of her head, and Hermione glanced at him proudly and stepped up the steps with heavy steps.

Her silhouette disappeared in front of the icy black floating gate. After only ten seconds, the black mist fluctuated violently.

Ron looked at the black stone tablet incredulously, and a golden name flamboyant appeared-Hermione Granger. The black door opened silently, and a hot wave of air gushed out of it, and the golden flames gradually disappeared behind her.

……

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Felix took Justin · Finch-Fletchley Disapparation and appeared in a London alley. Then they got in a taxi and followed the address provided by Justin to the villa area.

"Mother, it's me, Justin." Justin rang the doorbell in front of the courtyard and said to the microphone above: "I am with a professor in the school."

"Oh, my goodness! Baby, mother will come right away."

There was a rushing sound across the microphone, and it seemed that someone had broken the cup.

Justin opened his mouth, somewhat sorry, Felix silently observed the carved pattern on the pillar, until a refined woman walked out quickly, panicking and arranging her hat.

"Hello, you are, uh..."

Across the gate, she was taken aback, looked at Justin, and then at Felix.

"Are you the professor of...?" She asked cautiously. This is too young. The professors she has seen are all blessed with sparse hair, without exception.

Even if magic can treat hair loss, it can't make people younger, right? The professor with the surname "McGonagall" who came to visit for the first time does not have this ability.

"Oh, mother, open the door. He is my ancient runes professor, I told you about it!" Justin said from the side.

The woman stretched out a hand across the door and flicked his forehead.

"Ouch!"

The woman touched her pocket with satisfaction, and then said apologetically: "Is it Professor Haip? This child did mention you, saying that you are very Young, but I thought, I should...Oh, sorry, I forgot to bring the key, and changed my clothes when I went home at night...I'll be back soon." She left in a hurry.

Justin asked suspiciously: "Professor Haip? We can use the lock-opening curse..."

"It's not necessary," Felix said, "Wait and it doesn't matter."

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Justin scratched his curled hair, not quite understanding, "Professor, what magic did you just use? Portkey?"

Felix laughed, "Where did you come from? This word?"

" Ernie told me that during the Quiddich World Cup in the summer vacation, Ministry of Magic prepared 300 portkeys. People from all over the world came to Britain through portkeys! "

"Three hundred are just the quantity in Britain." Felix said: "Portkey's magic needs to be attached to an item. I use Disapparation."

"Disapparation ?"

"Yes, it is more convenient than portkey. You have seen the effect. You will be exposed to it during the Sixth Year."

"But, why didn’t I see others Has anyone used it?"

"Oh, because the school implemented incantion, Disapparation is forbidden. Of course, portkey is also forbidden."

At this time, Mrs. People are greeted in.

Mr. Finch-Fletchley has the same curly hair as Justin. He brings two cups of coffee. "I heard Justin said that you guys also drink coffee. A friend gave me some Geisha coffee. You can try it."

He put down his coffee, wiped his hands, and held Felix together.

Felix expressed his intentions. The Finch-Fletchley couple startedled and immediately took him to the Study. Mr. Finch-Fletchley walked along and introduced: "It was originally placed in the living room, but Justin This child always fiddled with him. His mother was worried about breaking, so he put it in the Study."

Justin stared at his mother, and she messed up his hair immediately.

In the Study, Felix looked at the antique vase carefully and looked at it for a long time. Of course, what he saw was not the pattern on the enamel paint surface, but the magic glow hidden in the ordinary people—

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"Any problem?" Mr. Finch-Fletchley asked nervously.

"Oh, no," Felix said, "No matter the first time you watch it, you will be amazed by Goblin's craftsmanship. Some of their magic can be comparable to alchemy's top formula... But don't worry. , There is no curse on it."

"This is good, this is good." Mr. Finch-Fletchley sighed in relief, he was worried about radiation and other things-forgive him for not understanding magic, but This is the curse in his imagination.

After that, the Finch-Fletchley couple invited him to spend a weekend together. Felix knew that it was Justin they wanted to keep.

He said implicitly: "The students at Hogwarts live on campus, and the professor has an unshirkable responsibility for the safety of the young wizard..." He saw their disappointed expressions and added. "At most until tomorrow morning, please prepare a room for me. It's better to be quiet."

"This is natural, don't worry, Professor Haip." Mrs. Finch-Fletchley quickly agreed. I'm afraid he will regret it. She patted the back of Justin's head and said solemnly: "How are you polite?"

Justin said dumbly: "Thank you, Professor."

……

Hogwarts, after turning off the lights.

Harry fell asleep early. He was exhausted enough for the day. Ron and Hermione were awkward and ignored each other, but Hermione had already got the invitation card. Of course Harry hoped Ron could get it too. And Ron stayed in classroom 7 in the afternoon.

However, what he can do is really limited, only to help analyze the situation after Ron's failure, but this is really not what he is good at. Fortunately, Hermione left Madam Pomfrey's potion, which can relieve mental exhaustion and shorten their rest time a lot.

Ron was lying on the bed, tossing about and unable to fall asleep, his face worried.

He stared at the light outside the window, barely able to see a corner of the moon.

Harry succeeded, Hermione succeeded, even... He glanced at Neville who was snoring loudly, yeah, even Neville succeeded in getting the invitation card.

He knew he couldn't compare to Harry and Hermione, but at least he didn't want to be left too far.

He sat up and spent a long time in a daze. Finally, he tiptoed off the bed and picked up the remaining half bottle of potion from the table. Go out of the dormitory and open the door of the common room.

Ron walked treacherously in the dark corridor, not even Lumos dared to use it, for fear of encountering Filch or Mrs. Norris.

Finally, half an hour later, he came to the vicinity of No.7 classroom, and he secretly rejoiced in his good luck.

Ron held wand in his mouth, not daring to make a sound, and fumbled with his hands along the wall. No. 7 classroom is unlocked, and the way to enter is to outline a magic symbol. It happened that Professor Haip had spoken in the Mowen Club.

At the moment, he only needs to find the right place, then quickly outline the magic text, sneak into the classroom, and he can appear a night's time more than others.

Ron touched a raised object, cold and cold, but it was warmer than the wall and the door. He was shocked and found it! But the next second, a depressed scream sounded in his ears, making him have one's hair stand on end.

ghost? Peeves? No, it's a living person...

"Who!"

"Who!" Ron's voice was distorted with fright, his tone circling around, even he didn't know it. What are you talking about.

In the darkness, there was an unknown creature less than a foot away from him. Ron swallowed, took two steps back, raised the wand, and whispered: "Lumos."

A dim halo lit up from the tip, illuminating the face close at hand—

"Draco · Malfoy!"

"Ron ·Weasley!"