Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

"So," Ron said hopefully, "you just found something from the library and used it to fool them?"

Fred De said with a straight face "I let you down, we are still very credible. But we have limited knowledge of the Black Lake, too deep will be driven out by the Merpeople with forks, and their tamed pets are not friendly enough—"

"It's Grindylow." George looked at Harry with a puzzled look and explained.

"Red Cap, Kappa, Ghost Face Grass... We don’t dare to go too deep, worrying that we will be hung up and beaten by Merpeople. But sooner or later we will draw a map of the Black Lake, which is part of our plan. One, finish before graduation." Fred De said.

George looked at him weirdly, "When did we have this plan?"

"Just when we were talking. Do you want to join?" Fred De asked.

"Sounds not bad," George said with a smile, and he looked at the dumbfounded three people, "Harry, you father, those guys have done everything, it doesn't make sense to repeat it again, it's better to find another way. , Anyway, we’re in the Sixth Year this year, we must leave something."

Twin left. Before leaving, George reminded them: "By the way, Harry, if you go to the school hospital at this time, There will be surprises waiting for you."

The three of them stared at their backs, lost in thought.

"We should have a map, or a broken one." Ron said suddenly, "It will definitely save a lot of things."

"We can do it ourselves." Harry said without hesitation that it was still early in February.

Hermione calculated with his fingers, "Except for us, including the Cedric group, plus Vagado, half of the team already knows the information about the second task, and the other three schools don’t. It's easy to say—"

"Perhaps even including Durmstrang." Ron mystifying said.

Hermione's eyebrows rose.

"Sorry, I didn't make it clear-I mean, Karkaroff will definitely try to cheat." Ron remedied, "I have faith in him."

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"We'd better go to the school hospital to see the surprise Fred mentioned..." he suggested. When they came to the school hospital and turned the corner, they vaguely heard more than one familiar voice.

"Professor Haip?"

"Sirius?" Harry said in surprise.

They quickened their pace and saw the door of the intensive care unit open. Sirius was standing opposite the door, leaning on a table, fiddling with the wand in his hand, his eyes staring fiercely in one direction.

Next, Moody's rough voice came from inside, "If you want to fight, you'd better go outside! I don't have a wand in my hand, and I am missing an eye... "

"Your eyes are soaking in the potion, Professor Moody, who makes you complain that it doesn't work as soon as you wake up." Felix said softly.

"I'm telling the truth! And my wooden legs, which are almost half an inch shorter, must have been caused by the scumbag!" Moody said grumpily, which is the same as what he had just accepted Felix Related to the treatment.

Felix sighed, the check-up just didn't go well because the patient always resisted subconsciously. So he couldn't help but try the skills he learned from dementor, which caused Moody to look quite depressed after the treatment, and the way he showed'depressed' was to be indiscriminately stunned.

Felix lifts the head looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione standing at the door, and beckons with the hand at them.

They walked into the house and were surprised to find that it was very lively. Opposite Sirius, Snape wore a black robe and stood on the side like a black blood-sucking plant, confronting Sirius indifferently, their eyes full of contempt.

Snape's hand was hidden in his sleeve, and Harry guessed from his posture that he should be holding his wand.

This also solved a puzzle: Harry didn’t think Sirius would have a conflict with Professor Haip. If he remembers correctly, Sirius had personally revealed that he was easily caught by the professor in the Hagrid cabin of Third Year. Lived the secret, he seemed rather reluctant at the time.

In addition to these people, there are two people in the house, one is Madam Pomfrey, and the other is Neville.

Neville is squeezing himself into the chair as much as possible, which is not easy, because he is at least half a foot taller than last year, and he is the same as Ron. When Harry walked over, he cried and said grievingly in a voice that was close to whispering, "I just wanted to come and send a bunch of flowers, just like yesterday... As a result, Professor Moody woke up, and then Madam Pomfrey called Professor Haip. After a while , Mr. Black suddenly appeared and said that there was an important thing to talk about. Halfway through, Professor Snape also came over."

Very well, Harry thought, Neville accurately restored the order of these people in the house. , He can imagine the general process of things.

He looked around. Professor Haip was wearing a rare white coat. Is this imitating Doctor Muggle? Madam Pomfrey was standing not far from him, holding a stand in her hand, recording quickly. Harry continued to look over, and then his gaze seemed to be stung, and he flicked over the conspicuous large glass next to the bed-Moody's magic eye was immersed in the blue liquid, turning around like a convulsion from time to time.

Ron made a disgusting voice.

"Harry." Sirius walked over and gave him a firm hug. Whispered: "I got news from Hagrid, Moody is injured now, so come and try—"

"Where is the problem?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Sirius curled one's lip in the direction of Snape disdainfully. Snape seemed to have not seen it, and said slowly: "I have been authorized by the headmaster. If Alastor ·Mr Moody wants to complete this year's teaching Work, so... Out of caring for my colleague, I will temporarily take over a few lessons while he is recovering."

Sirius immediately looked towards Moody and said with a smile: "Alastor, I suggest you the best It’s good to hide for a while..."

He suddenly realized that he had touched Mad-Eye Moody's taboo and was about to usher in a volcanic eruption. He quickly stopped it, but it was too late.

Harry swears that he has never seen Moody's face so distorted. Every incision on his face is miraculously enlarged and shakes disgustingly. Moody roared: "Ha! Do you think I dare not see anyone? After being fiddled with like a puppet by Voldemort and a Death Eater for a few months? What do you think I would do? Hide like a coward and cry? I tell you, dream!"

Sirius's face suddenly became pale as paper.

Moody's only eye was staring round, staring at Sirius, Harry even felt that Moody's eye was even scarier than the fake eye in a bottle, even his empty. Compared with the anger that burst out of his eye sockets, it was nothing.

He pointed to the empty bed next to him, "Do you know what Stinchcombe did the first thing after waking up? Go to Ministry of Magic and surrender! He wants to tell everything about his mistakes Atonement!"

He pointed to his mutilated nose again, spitting stars splashing, and roaring, "I promised Dumbledore that I will do what I said. Not only that, guess what? "He looked at Sirius in despair, "I want to tell everyone what happened to me, but students are not enough..."

He gloomy said with a face: "I want to tell everyone, Voldemort is still alive, at least not completely dead."

Dumbledore's heavy voice came from outside the door, "Alastor..."