Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"How did you know?" Harry asked Hermione the question.

"Uh-yes," Ron said, as if stung by the Billy Wig bug, "Collins seemed to have mentioned this to me at the dinner party--"

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"Like?" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

"I—I didn’t catch it at the time, it was too noisy," Ron said, shrugged, trying to ease the serious atmosphere. "Just now when Hermione said to put the fragments in something, I said I thought about it."

Hermione looked angry, and Harry couldn't help looking at Ron sympathetically. Fortunately, at this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Neville walked in. "Hi, Harry, Ron, hello, oh, Hermione is here too... I heard some talk from Prefect, which was very wicked... But you didn’t come back last night, I knew it must be related to you, and I think You should need this..."

He raised the two swollen clothes in his hands, walked closer, and then stared at the broken golden egg in his sight. Speechless.

"Thank you, you are too late, we just need a piece of clothing to wear." Harry said gratefully, and he stepped forward to take it over, "Uh-sit down, Neville, Don't press on the golden egg fragment, we are not sure if we need to put it back together."

Hermione's mouth bulged and took away the only useful fragment. "See you in the library." She quickly Slipped out of the ward.

At this time, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and began to dress. Neville sat nervously on Ron’s bed, staring straight at the fragments. They looked like they had been treated very roughly. "So, is it true?"

"Oh, what ?" Harry asked, putting a sweater on his head.

"I heard Lee Jordan say that Professor Moody is actually a dark wizard pretending to be a dark wizard. The purpose is to steal your golden egg. You and Ron beat him away last night..."

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other in blank dismay. One of Harry’s sleeves was still drooping, and he said decisively: "Except for the first sentence is true, everything else is nonsense."

Ron got dressed, patted Neville's shoulder, and said, "Man , The real Professor Moody is in the special care room not far from here, maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" When he saw Neville's expressive expression, he immediately stammered: "I'm kidding, don't Don't ask..."

Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him. He treated me well, remember? He gave me the "Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean "."

"What if it was from the Death Eater?" Ron speculated, "Listen to me, Neville. Moody was planted this time, and you know who got caught. He and the Death Eater took turns to give us classes, so the professors didn’t find out. Now no one knows which class Moody gave us—" As he said, he suddenly clapped his hands again, loudly roared: "Damn it! I said that any professor dared to recite Unforgivable Curse to us?"

Neville looked stunned, completely didn't expect this incident will involve you know who and Death Eater.

Ron vented a bit and calmed down. He said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will be better for us in the new semester, but it's not easy to say... he may not be back."

The speaker had no intention, and Harry’s heart suddenly jumped. If Professor Moody cannot give them lessons next semester, the school must find a new teacher for them, even if it’s temporary, just like Second Year’s Professor Bellby does.

But he changed his mind and thought of the curse question Ron had mentioned to him. But Professor Bellby is fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He didn't dare to imagine the unexpected consequences of Sirius. Although he didn't know that he had a godfather for the first 13 years of his life, he hadn't even heard of it, but he found that he could not do without him.

Harry couldn't make up his mind for a while, wondering whether to tell Sirius or not. He actually wanted to say that his godfather is too boring. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old man of the muggle community, all his thoughts are on him. Sirius should have his own life, such as finding a job. Or a family or something...

"Harry, Harry!" Ron said loudly in his ear.

"Oh—what?" Harry lifts the head, Ron and Neville both looked at him.

Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit the powder keg...what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Harry said quickly." I mean—of course, I agree."

"Do you agree?" Ron stared wide-eyed.

"Yeah, we should visit Professor Moody. He doesn't seem to have any relatives." Harry pretended to say lightly, and he decided to postpone the matter. If Sirius asks, he will do it again. Make a decision.

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At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy leaned against the oak door boredly, clutching a green gift wrap tape in his hand. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy surrounded him.

"Didn't you apply for staying in school?"

Draco's nose wrinkled. "I don't know. Dad suddenly asked for it. I told Professor Snape in advance. "He looked back in the direction of the auditorium from time to time, his father came to pick him up this morning, and met Professor Haip on the way, and then he was sent aside.

He shook the strap in his hand-it was taken from the gift box. He always felt that his expression was very complicated when Father came over, and it smelled like hate iron for not becoming steel, but He hasn't done anything lately, he should have read it wrong.

"...Yes, the traces of that night were particularly strong...then it dimmed, almost like ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered, taking the opportunity of exchanging canes, the two The gray eyes looked all around without a trace.

"I see." Felix said.

Lucius slightly nodded, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should take care of your own business." He turned and left with a cold smile on his face. When he walked to Draco's side, he His son looked at him worriedly.

"Dad, what's the matter, you guys--"

"Didn’t I tell you, don’t touch things you shouldn’t touch?" Lucius didn’t get angry when he saw his son I came from one place, but there were some things I couldn't say clearly, especially when it came to the Dark Lord's diary and the appointment with Haip, so I could only find other things.

"There are three champions who are the same age as you, why are you not there?"

Draco feels wronged, "Daddy, that's because they don't know how they cheated!"

Lucius squinted at him, switched cane to the right hand, and left Draco with his left hand.

The rest of Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy looked at their backs. Pansy hesitated and said: "Malfoy Uncle looks very angry. Draco hasn't gotten into any trouble lately?"

She looked at Crabbe and Goyle with suspicion, "Did you bother you?"

The two shook their heads quickly.

At this moment, Felix walked over with a newspaper, and the three of them called the professor and left in a hurry. Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps. At the end of his vision, he could see Malfoy father and son. What Lucius said to Draco, Draco looked very unconvinced.

In the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand, and the dark mark on the headline was very conspicuous. The headline of the newspaper was written in scarlet words--

"Death Eater is still at large? Or you know who return in a swirl of dust? "

'It is reported that Stinchcombe Crouch, who is the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and has been responsible for two large-scale international events (Quiddich World Cup and Hegemony), was attacked by an unknown person at home last night. The scene is in chaos, Crouch is missing, and the old house has been turned into ruins.

The most horrifying thing is the Dark Mark hanging high in midair. All the Ministry of Magic staff who arrived at the scene lost their voices. A rude-looking and full-faced female official directly Sitting on the ground in fright, when the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, he didn't get any useful information, and instead received unprovoked insults. The reporter later learned that the female official had been demoted for poor work and trying to drive dementor to cover up a Ministry of Magic scandal. The matter involved the elder brother of a dark hero who silently resisted you know who during the war. For details, please refer to the seventh chapter in the new book "Away from the Black Terror" by our special correspondent Rita Skeeter...

Anyone who has experienced that terrorist war will not forget that Dark Mark represents What, but in the fourteenth year after the death of you know who and the end of the war, we won the Quiddich World Cup for the first time in nearly 30 years, and successfully excavated the championship from history and gave it new meaning, When the people are rejoicing, we have to rethink: Are we really free from the shadow of war? Or maybe this is just the horn of another war?

Unfortunately, Ministry of Magic's performance in this sudden occurance is not satisfactory. If some of us still miss the rule of a demon that cannot even be named, and we Ministry of Magic still doesn't know anything about it, but instead put a lot of energy into insignificant potion cooperation, and is complacent-I can almost say that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.

As of the time of publication, the latest news that our reporter got is that Mr. Stinchcombe · Crouch did not experience any accidents. He is receiving treatment in secret. The young official speaking on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more information. In many cases, he just repeatedly claimed that he was busy with his work and had to replace Mr. Crouch to complete the large amount of backlog.

For Stinchcombe ·Crouch's job history, see the fourth edition of this newspaper, which has a detailed introduction. Finally, if you want to know more about someone who can’t even mention his name and his evil gang, please lock in to our reporter Rita Skeeter’s new book "Away from the Black Terror", which will be available on January 1st. Flourish & Blotts signed and supported owl mailing, the specific method...'

"That's it, there is rubbish in the back." Hermione lifts the head from the newspaper and said.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in blank dismay, after a long pause, Ron suddenly chuckled and laughed, "She, she didn’t know that the person was still alive, didn’t she? Otherwise she I would never have the courage to arrange you know who..."

Harry and Hermione also laughed. They all knew what Rita Skeeter was.

At this moment, they are sitting at a table by the window of the library, and two large stacks of books are placed near the aisle. With the sharp sight of Dobby librarian Madam Pince, Harry also used The unskilled whispering curse prevents their voices from being too loud.

Ron slumped with a smile, lying on the table with his fist hitting the table top. "Oh... it runs counter to the black horror... I think she is trying to pull the hatred." After he laughed enough, he said solemnly: "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't reveal... You know, we promised Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Okay," Ron regretfully said, "I guess she won't believe it, but Will treat us as rumors and throw the letter in the trash... Maybe Dumbledore has already told Fudge."

"It's possible." Hermione nodded, agreed with him.

Harry took the newspaper, turned to the fourth page, and saw Mr. Stinchcombe · Crouch's resume. The content on it was very detailed, even his family, which was more convenient for Harry.

"Look here," he said, pointing to a line of fine print: "Stinchcombe · Crouch had a promising future. He was the closest person to the head of Ministry of Magic, but because of the birth of a Death Eater son at home, His reputation plummeted and he had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as the director. In the next few years, not only his son died in Azkaban, but even his wife, who had been in poor health, died not long after..."

Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yes, we all know who Voldemort's spy is. The problem is... he is dead in the official records."

"This, this is incredible. Could it be Stinchcombe · Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully.

"You said he used power for personal gain?" Hermione shrieked.

After thinking about it for a while, they couldn't think of other possibilities. The most important thing was that Ron said, "That's his son." In the end, they had to think that it was Stinchcombe · Crouch. Used some means to deceive Azkaban and modify the official records.

They felt complicated with Stinchcombe Crouch lying in the school hospital for a while. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled the law secretly and let go of a heinous death. Eater, and this Death Eater has found his biggest backer, giving advice to his former owner returning.

Hermione saw that the atmosphere was really serious, and took a parchment from the book "The Fifth Element Controversy" and handed it to Harry and Ron.

Harry looked at the poetry-like thing in his hand, and read the first sentence: "Look for us, where our voices sound-what is this?"

" Information cracked from the golden egg." Hermione said briefly.

Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed, put their two heads together, and read the content above:

'Look for us, where our voice sounds,

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We cannot sing on the ground.

When you search, please keep the key in mind:

purple represents power;

blue represents wisdom;

golden represents growth.

Hurry up, crisis everywhere;

Weigh carefully, the choice is inevitable.

When the golden is overflowing,

You will see each other,

Go home full. '

Harry and Ron took a deep breath, staring blankly at the things on it.

"Intuition tells me that the second task must be difficult." Ron said pessimistically.

Harry felt the same way. He tried to decipher the above content: "Well-look for us, where the sound is sounding, there is no way to sing on the ground. So, the second task is carried out in the water? Black lake?"

Hermione happily nodded, "I think so too. Continue to say, let’s compare our own thoughts."

"Uh, then the next sentence, obviously let us find What should be three kinds, or three kinds?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione pursed her lips and smiled without revealing any information.

"Well, no matter what, they are different, they are divided into strength, wisdom, and...growth? I guess it’s some kind of test. The next two sentences remind us to be careful and involve choices , It’s weird... Finally golden overflows, we will see each other, which means we have to separate? Only when this condition is met, can we meet again?"

When this clue was inferred, Harry stared Wide-eyed, three pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Ron wailed.

At this moment, a silver and small Swift passed through the window of the library and landed in front of them lightly. Patronus opened his mouth, and Professor Haip’s voice came from inside——

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"Harry, at eight o'clock tonight, you are the only one in my office."