Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Old Vera sits in the most remote part of the library.

The scene in the daytime brought him a huge impact, thinking classroom! magic code! The thought of what he felt belonged to Felix Haip's huge reserves of knowledge made him feel desperate.

From day to night, he didn't eat anything. The administrator of the library passed in front of him several times, staring at him with suspicion each time.

In the evening, the students got up a little bit more. Fortunately, his position was remote enough that no students would bother his self-pity.

"Let's go inside!" A voice said at this time, "Professor Haip put the books used in the second task on the innermost shelf. There are two tables behind the shelf, which are very hidden... "

Old Vera lifts the head and saw three students approaching each other, discussing in a whisper quickly.

"Don't be frowning," Hermione persuaded the same voice as before: "You treat it as an extracurricular practice in the club--"

"Easy to say," Ron muttered, "Let's find Malfoy? I can't afford to lose this person."

Harry also had a gloomy expression on his face.

They saw Old Vera, Hermione gave Harry and Ron a look, and sat down on a table in front of him.

"Then what are you going to do?" she asked in a low voice, while applying a concealed magic around them.

"Stun him when he is not paying attention and tie him to the place where we usually practice magic." Ron suggested.

"No, we will use that classroom in the future." Harry wasn't very happy.

"Then change to Myrtle's bathroom," Ron immediately changed his mind. "There is another advantage, that is, there are fewer people. Isn't it nice?"

Hermione surprised It was discovered that Harry thought for a while, "He will inform." Harry finally said regretfully.

Hermione took out the textbook from her schoolbag, and when she turned around, Old Vera was gone.

"He left over there," Harry whispered, taking out his potion class homework, "Do you know the ancient runes association?"

"I don't know." Ron said.

"Yes." This is Hermione's answer.

Harry and Ron looked at her, and she explained: "equivalent to semi-official organization, they have part of the wizard grade exam papers," Hermione looked around, but she didn't find the silhouette of Old Vera. , But she still lowered her voice: "As you know, professors actually prefer practical magic texts, but the Ancient Runes Association is the opposite. They reject this very much."

"It sounds like Ancient One. "Ron looked thoughtful and said, "My aunt is such a person, always holding a set of rules that have been passed down for centuries. She has always opposed our family with so many children, saying that it would be fine if she stopped at Percy. "

Harry and Hermione looked both surprised and funny.

"How could she say that?"

"Who knows," Ron shrugged, "maybe because Fred and George stuffed a dungbomb under her chair... Thank God , She rarely came after that."

Harry and Hermione laughed.

After a while, Hermione stood up, "I'll get some reference books, do you need them?"

"Of course!"

"Too Thank you."

Hermione hummed, came to the shelf where ancient runes books were placed, and unexpectedly saw the silhouette of Old Vera, he was still there, she thought in surprise. Hermione quickly picked the reference books. She was very familiar with these bookshelves, and one book was picked out.

"Hello, little girl." Old Vera said hello.

Hermione looked at him furiously, little girl? She is almost sixteen, and few people call her that.

"Hello, Mr. Vera."

"Your name is Hermione Jane Granger? I have read your paper in the magazine... "Flame" magic text and The blazing fire curse, and the "light" magic text and the glowing curse." Old Vera said.

"Oh." Hermione hugged the book and looked at him.

"Yes, I heard that you are Mister Haip's assistant?" Old Vera saw Hermione nodded, "Can I get some information from you?"

Hermione doubts Looked at him.

"Cough cough! Don't get me wrong," Old Villa said awkwardly, "I have no malice—"

"You don't say that in the newspaper." Hermione pointedly Say.

"Oh, uh," Old Vera wiped his sweat, her half-bald forehead reflected the soft light of the magic lamp on the ceiling. I feel that what I used to think...maybe there is indeed something wrong...it's just possible!"

Two minutes later.

When seeing Hermione leading the old Vera to the seat, Ron's eyes almost popped out, and he lip-shaped: Did you hear what you just said?

Hermione shook her head. "Mr. Vera wants to ask us some questions," she said. "It's about the professor." She added.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in blank dismay. "Don't want us to betray Professor Haip!" Ron said loudly.

This time it’s Old Vera’s turn to stare, "Do you think of me as who?" He yelled flustered and exasperated, "I'm the Vice-President of the Ancient Runes Association anyway, so how can I make it? Disdainful things?"

"Isn't it?"

Old Vera was vaguely nodded. He felt that Hogwarts had become completely unknown to him.

At this time, Madam Pince suddenly held a feather duster and appeared behind the bookshelf, looking at them glare like a tiger watching his prey with eyes like a hook.

"Oh, oops!" Hermione said.

Meanwhile, in the ancient runes office, Felix is ​​receiving a guest from the Ministry of Magic.

"Please sit down," Felix said gently.

"No need," John Dawlish said briefly. He looked very strong, and his strong muscle curves showed through the gray-green double-breasted coat he was wearing. He quoted the script as saying: "I am on the order of Director Scrimgeour to bring some of the information about Auror and the striker. You can only read it within my line of sight. After reading it, I will destroy all the documents in front of you. Testify."

"Have you not read these documents?" Felix looked at the suitcase he was holding in surprise.

"This is a confidential document." Dawlish as it should be by rights said.

He stepped forward, put the suitcase in front of Felix, took the wand out of his pocket, and waited quietly. When the hand of the clock was at eight o'clock, Dawlish touched the lock of the box with the wand tip, and there was a humming sound inside. Then, the lock bounced automatically and the box was opened.

Felix looked with interest at a small emerald green bird standing in the box. It was only a slap, but its voice was not small. A thick stack of documents was stepped on the bottom of the bird's feet, which should be the personnel information.

When the bird saw the sky again, it immediately jumped out, spread its wings and flew out of the window. Felix reached out and beckoned, trapped it in his hand, and looked carefully.

"It's better not." Dawlish said, holding wand in his hand, "This is a warning bird, born for secrets, and it will bring back the instructions of'all well' to the ministry. No matter how sleepy you are Staying with it for a while, it might set itself on fire."

"Alchemy item?" Felix said with interest. He let go, and the emerald green bird flew away smoothly.

For the rest of the time, Dawlish was like a stone statue, standing opposite Felix, silently watching him read the documents.

Felix has seen many familiar names, such as Tonks, Abbott Baltic, Kingsley, and even Dawlish himself. When he was a child, he read all the information.

From the wand of Dawlish, an orange red flame flew immediately, burning these documents to ashes. After doing all this, he was obviously sighed in relief.