Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

After the Easter holiday, the weather is getting better and better every day. Standing on the heights of the castle, looking at the Forbidden Forest is a large area of ​​very comfortable green, and the Black Lake has been restored to life. The students gathered under the grass and green willows by the lake, enjoying the warm daylight.

Of course, this kind of leisure only belongs to students who complete homework.

"I'm fed up! We're only Fourth Year, why do so much homework?" Seamus complained loudly, "Professor McGonagall can't be mistaken, right?"

"No Yes," Dean said pessimistically, "She also said last class that we should move Fifth Year's employment consultation to Fourth Year, so that we will be more motivated to learn."

"Oh..." Seamus He let out a strange cry, "Spare me." He said dissatisfiedly, "We are three full years away from graduation."

"The professor is actually for our own good," Neville swallowed. A mouthful of saliva said, "Don’t forget that next year the school is going to implement Fifth Year and Seventh Year grade assessments. Fifth Year must master the dominant follower, and Seventh Year must master Disapparation ——"

"What should I do if I fail to pass ?" Seamus asked anxiously.

"Naturally, I will pay for the Christmas holidays, Easter holidays, and the last period of time after the annual exam." Dean broke his hands and said, Seamus's face changed, but Dean continued to add: "There is also , The professors are still discussing putting Disarming Charm and Shield Charm in other grades, but they haven’t decided yet."

Seamus sighed in relief, he has mastered these two incantations. He thought for a while and asked, "Harry hasn't organized a duel self-study group for a long time?"

"Yes," Dean said, "No way, they have to prepare the third task. To be honest, they have already The gap with us is widened, Ron even masters Disapparation."

……

The sun shone by the black lake is brightly, the microwave is shining, but in classroom 7 is another Vice scene.

The sound of the sharp blade sliding over the bushes sounded in the deep Forbidden Forest. Ron cautiously walked forward, tripping over the twisted tree roots on the ground from time to time. The touch of the leaves under his feet was so real that he had long forgotten that all of this was an illusion, and his nerves were tense to the extreme.

A rustling voice appeared behind him-Ron turned his head keenly, "Impedimenta!" He yelled, incantion fixed the sudden appearance of Acromantula in place, and Ron turned and ran away.

"You should use Repelling Spell." Felix's memory floated in midair and said. At this time, Ron was hiding behind a big tree, watching all around cautiously, but he was taken aback. .

"I know," Ron muttered, "You might as well tell me where Harry and Hermione are."

"Oh, you said that, they are in the other direction." Felix's memory pointed him in a direction.

Ron showed a suspicious expression, "You don't want to cheat me?"

"I am a professor." The memory sneered while holding his shoulders.

"It's just a memory," Ron whispered, "Well, I believe you again."

Ten minutes later.

"Ahhhh ——"

Ron stumbled out of the fog, followed by a group of carriage-sized Acromantula, he kept throwing the spider Repelling Spell back, and he was aggrieved while running. Yelled, "You lie to me!"

"I don't have one, look ahead." The memory said with a smile.

Ron lifts the head during his busy schedule. He saw the dim light in front of him, and there was hope in his heart. The "click" sound behind him was no longer terrifying, and another came out of his body. He supported him to finish the last section of the road, and he finally saw Harry——

Harry was leaning on a big tree with his back, stepping on the raised black stone, and constantly moving all around Speaking of the curse, the white flames—that's the Bright Flame Curse—formed a circular fire circle around Harry to help him resist the approaching giant spiders.

"Yes." Ron patted his head, the light magic text and the fire curse were combined in his hand to form a long flame. He followed the flame and shouted: "Harry, I am Here—" Harry lifts the head, chanting a spell in his direction, and the spider Repelling Spell knocked the Acromantula behind Ron into the air.

Ron rolled on the black rock.

"You found a good place." Ron said, and he calmed down and began to use Repelling Spell to help Harry check the gaps.

"The good place is up there." Harry said dullly.

"Hi, Ron." Hermione's voice appeared above their heads, Ron lifts the head, and saw Hermione sitting right on their backs on the branches of the big tree, laughing cunningly. He suddenly realized that the white flame was controlled by Hermione.

"Why did you run up to the tree? That's not good for escape," Ron said.

"Oh, my Repelling Spell practice is pretty good. I happen to practice the incantion you found--" Hermione said, standing on a high place with her hands on her forehead looking far away, "I seem to see At Collins, they are dealing with a big guy. Let’s hurry up!"

She lifted the incantion, tip dexterously released one after another red light, Harry and Ron also followed the use of Stunning Spell, and soon, The big spider piled on the ground.

Hermione uses a shock absorption charm to land smoothly. Then they headed in the direction Hermione had just pointed out, and met various magical creatures along the way. "Wow!" After freezing a piece of Cornish elf with a freezing spell, Ron said in surprise, "I like it more and more. Here it is."

Harry grinned, that's not wrong, if he just practiced the spell boringly, he would definitely not be able to bear this temper. When he made the fastest progress, except for Professor Haip's high-pressure training and Sirius's duel game, it was time in classroom 7.

They went all the way and saw a poisonous horn beast walking leisurely. This large beast resembling a rhino has thick gray skin that can defend against conventional incantion, and their horns are not only sharp, but also Being able to inject an explosive liquid, the three of them immediately hid behind the stone.

"Oh, go away." Ron whispered, staring at the little man next to the big poison horn-it should be a cub, much more lively than the adult poison horn. Kicked and stomped on a vending counter.

After staring for a few minutes, the poisonous horned mother finally left with the little poisonous horned beast. They came out from behind the stone and picked a refreshing drink on the unmanned vending counter.

"I love this design." Ron said, taking two more bottles of Butterbeer and stuffing it into his pocket.

"This is fake." Harry reminded him, "It's just a memory, and it disappeared after going out. And the original intention was to supply ghosts in the school so that the kitchen doesn't have to store rotten food."

"I know," Ron shrugged, "but you can't ask for more in classroom 7. I mean, although Professor Flitwick's memory will provide a unique flavor of fruit juice after the duel Sugar, but-uh, you think you are a fool every time you get out of there."

"It's a baboon who can only wave a stick." Hermione pursed her mouth to say with a smile.

It took a while, they used the direction spell to locate and successfully found Cedric's squad.

"Need help?" Harry shouted from a distance.

"That couldn't be better." A voice said at their feet, startling them. Harry stared at the grey-green thing in front of him—it was Roger Davis lying on the ground. "What's wrong with you?"

"Obviously, I was poisoned to death by Manticore's tail hook." Roger Davis lay on the ground and said, he was surrounded by a cloud of gray-green mist .

Harry they looked at each other in blank dismay. Immediately rushed to help. Cedric and Collins were very embarrassed. Manticore's skin could almost repel all known incantions. Cedric kept transfiguration and changed chains, trying to entangle its legs, and at the same time be careful to avoid "xiu xiu" Cut the tail hook through the air.

Collins threw out a cloud of black fog, and at the same time cooperated with Conjunctivitis Curse and the slide smooth, trying to limit this extremely dangerous wild beast.

Harry started to release a powerful Disarming Charm. The dazzling red light hit the Helicopter. He didn’t know if it worked, but he liked this incantion. Recently, he was trying to incorporate the magic text into it. It was unsuccessful. The scorpion backed two steps, then flicked its tail hook, and the incantion flew past Cedric's hair.

"Very good way to say hello." Cedric said, Harry grinned, using the magical water curse, the water flow hit the scorpion tail like a cannonball, "It's useless—" Cedric Halfway through, Hermione used the Frozen Charm together, and the scorpiontail's body quickly froze.

"Are you okay?" Ron just ran over, holding Collins on the verge of collapse, Collins shook his head, just about to say something, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Careful!"

A cold light flashing tail hook penetrated Ron's chest. Ron blinked incredibly. He didn't feel the pain, but the tail hook did wear through. After breaking his chest, Harry and Hermione yelled and watched Ron slowly fall down...

Two minutes later, Ron sat on the ground with a gray-green mist constantly emitting from his chest—and before Roger looked similar, and said happily to Collins: "Thank you for coming with me."

Collins rolled the eyes towards him, but she did not reject the Butterbeer that Ron handed over. They watched together. Cedric, Harry and Hermione were still fighting in the distance.

Hermione used the ancient magic, the golden flame turned into a flame Phoenix, flew down and pecked the scorpion tail with a sharp beak, the scorpion tail groaned with palpitation, and kept pulling away its feet. The chain, the tail hook flicked. But with the cooperation of the three—Harry used an excellent quagmire spell, the Scorpio's range of movement became even smaller.

The situation leaned toward Scales of Victory, and Roger Davis in the distance also climbed up to watch the excitement up close, ready to cheer at victory, until another Manticore walked out of the depths of the Forbidden Forest , And a small scorpion tail beast followed beside it.

The next picture is terrible. First, Harry was trampled to death by the rampaging Heliconia mother, and then Hermione. Just 1 point later, six people sat on the ground under the gray-green mist, watching The Heliconia family of show off one's military strength walked away proudly.

"We are not to blame," Ron comforted them, "That is not a creature we can deal with. It is rated 5x in the Ministry of Magic, and it is far more dangerous than Acromantula. It is one of those creatures. A group of spiders."

"I hope the Ministry of Magic judges think so too." Roger Davis said. "But, uh, I heard that there is this thing in the Forbidden Forest, in the depths of the Forbidden Forest..."

"Yes," Hermione said, "Hagrid used Manticore to nurture Blast-Ended Skrewt."

The expressions of Cedric and Roger Davis are very ugly.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think Ministry of Magic will let us face an uncontrolled Manticore,” Hermione said with certainty. “It’s too dangerous. You can kill you in one click, and there is no reaction time. Ministry of Magic will definitely learn the lessons of previous competitions, such as the one in 1792..."

"Has she always been like this?" Collins asked Ron in a low voice.

"Oh, uh." Ron shrugged, bluntly said: "Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?"

No one but Hermione thinks that, despite what she said It's really all things that happened in history. They rested for a while and waited until the mist on their bodies dispersed and separated. Cedric planned to ask Professor McGonagall's memory to ask about transfiguration. Collins preferred to discuss the coordination of spells with Professor Flitwick's memory.

Harry and they stayed in classroom seven until the evening, until a group of ghosts passed by them.

"Hello, Nick." Harry greeted Gryffindor's ghost "nearly headless" Nick. "Is it time for dinner?"

The ghost stopped, "Yes, you better hurry up, or the food will be gone." He muttered to himself, looking at the tail of the ghost team. "I have to hurry too."

"Let's get out quickly." Ron said immediately, and he took the lead. At this moment, Nearly Headless Nick pulled him—to be precise, across his arm—Ron shivered straight.

"Oh, sorry, we better hide and wait for her to pass..." Nearly Headless Nick said.

"Waiting for—" Ron still wanted to ask. At this moment, Harry and Hermione held him from left to right, hiding in the mist. After two seconds, a short and chubby ghost passed in front of them. She was wearing a pair of thick, pearl-colored glasses. Harry guessed that these glasses were used to hide the acne on her face. While still alive.

"It's Myrtle!"

"Shhh—"Nearly Headless Nick said nervously, putting his transparent fingers to his lips, from Harry’s point of view, whether it’s in front of him Nick, or Myrtle in the distance, seemed sneaky.

Myrtle is a poor ghost, although the short few times are not pleasant to get along with, Harry or for her feels sorry.

Voldemort's evil again. He stared at the silhouette of Myrtle going away and thought, this was Voldemort's first murder, only through Basilisk's eyes.

Harry’s expression became heavy. Throughout May, he tried his best not to think about Voldemort’s life or death. He made every effort to prepare for the third task, but when he was in a daze, he couldn’t help but think about it. Information about Voldemort. He accidentally saw Hermione's notes, which mentioned Voldemort's childhood—he didn't know where Hermione learned about it, and he didn't want to ask, maybe it was Professor Haip.

If Hermione knew that he was interested in these things, she would definitely persuade herself not to think so much.

But Harry could not forget the notes in his notes: he showed outstanding magic innate talent before enrolling; feared by his peers; withdrawn and indifferent; and... one day in 1937, he met when he was young Dumbledore, was allowed to study at Hogwarts.

Why didn't Dumbledore see Voldemort's disguise? Harry thought angrily, just let him stay in the orphanage, maybe there will be nothing more. Wu's Orphanage, is it called this name? Harry tried to recall that, thanks to Uncle Fernon having threatened him more than once to send him to the orphanage, he was no stranger to the name of the orphanage in Surrey.

But he then thought, Voldemort shouldn't live in Surrey, and he couldn't help feeling frustrated.

At this time, he suddenly felt that he had fallen into the ice hole-Nick reached out to him again in a hurry. He quickly backed away, and at the same time moved away from the ghost's straight outstretched arm." What's the matter?"

"You were almost spotted." Nearly Headless Nick said apologetically. They hid in the thick fog and listened to him explain: "Listen to me, the appearance of classroom 7 is The gospel of all ghosts, we can taste the taste of food again, although it is not comparable to when we were alive, after all, the taste is limited...but...it is already very good..."

"This is similar to Myrtle What's the relationship?" Ron asked inexplicably, and quickly poked his head out of the thick fog. "She's gone."

"You know, as a ghost, she doesn't participate in group activities much... she Too introverted, so worried about my own death..." Nearly Headless Nick said, "We had a meeting, and the fat cultivator proposed to avoid her when coming to classroom 7 to avoid her being too depressed and not coming. "

"You are really considerate." Ron said unclearly. He was frightened by Myrtle once in the Second Year and fell directly into the Chamber of Secrets entrance. Of course, he said afterwards. Take the initiative to jump down.

"Thank you." Nearly Headless Nick said happily, waving goodbye to them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione went out, discussing the matter along the way.

"They did it right. I mean, classroom 7 belongs to Hogwarts. All ghosts have this power, don't they?" Hermione said.

"We just had some disagreements on Myrtle's character," Ron said, "Introverted? She is bold in some ways..." He looked at Harry, and Harry immediately understood his mean.

It is said that one of Myrtle’s hobbies is to sneak into the Prefect bathroom and watch the male Prefect take a shower. Ron once asked Cedric and Roger Davis enthusiastically about this question, um, it’s true .

They walked out of classroom 7 and came to the auditorium. Fortunately, they caught up with the last meal time. Roger Davis waved to them across the Hufflepuff dinning table, and Ron suddenly "pu chi" laughed He stood up, "Ouch—I think of Myrtle—" Harry grinned, feeling much better.

Hermione looked at them for unknown reasons. At this time, a group of owl messengers flew in. The brown owl brought the "Sunday Seer" and landed in front of Hermione. Hermione opened the newspaper and scanned it quickly.

"Any news?" Harry asked.

"Oh, let me see..." Hermione lowered her head and said, "I actually want to see news about the'future world', but given the bad news before, no news is the best …Yes! Rita Skeeter’s new book is on sale, a biography of Regulus," she lifts the head to Harry, "I should buy one and see what it says."

"When did you follow her so much?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Oh, how should I put it," Hermione smiled brightly, "I found out that she still did some investigations, and there is probably one-tenth of the truth? You need to pick out the useful things. "

Harry has to admit that there is some truth to this, because the "Future World" company was suddenly reviewed by the Ministry of Magic under the name "abusing muggle item" and "illegal modification of muggle item", and "has Expose the tendency of magic circle".

They were in a panic, and they kept writing to Ron’s father, Percy, Remus and Sirius asking about the situation, but the matter disappeared within a few days. Instead, Fudge was exposed to large bribes, involving To several pure-blood families.

At that time, you can often see Fudge's clarification of fake news and news of new evidence being exposed in the same newspaper. After that, there was less and less news about the "future world" company.