Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

In the last week of May, Professor McGonagall kept them after transfiguration.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, go to the room next to the auditorium below at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall said to them, "Mr. Bagman is going to tell the champions what the third task is."

Coming out of the transfiguration classroom, they stood in the corridor and looked towards the Forbidden Forest. A group of workers were walking across the field.

"What are they going to do?" Harry asked puzzledly, "The direction is to go to the Quiddich stadium."

They stayed for a few minutes and these people turned in front of the Quiddich stadium. After a turn, walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Harry sighed in relief. There are still ten minutes before the A History of Magic class, and they hurried to the classroom.

When the class bell rang, ghost Professor Binns floated in through the wall, teaching in monotonous voices for several decades.

"Even the food in classroom 7 can't save him." Ron said.

Harry seemed very irritable. He is now anxious to know what the third task is. After preparing for such a long time, he is more confident than the previous two games, but his focus is undoubtedly shifted to other places. NS.

Should you ask where Hermione got Voldemort's information? He couldn't help thinking, and at the same time imagined that after he knew the source of the intelligence, he could investigate it during the summer vacation. Sirius will certainly not refuse this request. He can help himself to cover, so Ministry of Magic cannot be sure whether he is using magic outside of school...

Harry looked at his watch, the watch has stopped, he Turning his head and looking towards Ron wanted to ask the time, Ron had a blank expression on his face, his head was little by little. Harry didn't want to disturb Ron's dreams. He took off the broken watch and stuffed it into his pocket. When his fingertips touched a hard object, he took it out to see a gray hourglass.

It was given to him by Warren. He had forgotten it when he hid it in the deepest part of his pocket.

Harry stared at the solidified dark golden gravel in the hourglass, thinking alone.

He suddenly thought of an idea. Harry was surprised by the idea, he looked around-no one was looking at him, so Harry quickly took out a parchment, wrote a line on it, and handed it to Hermione, who concentrated on taking notes.

This is also what makes Harry admire. Although Hermione also finds the course of A History of Magic boring and boring, she can always listen to it and use this knowledge when appropriate. At this time, Hermione looked at the parchment that suddenly appeared in the A History of Magic textbook, and her cheeks bulged in dissatisfaction.

Harry motioned her to look at the words on it with his eyes, Hermione lowered her head and read it again. The small words on it read: "Did you bring that discarded Time-Turner?"

Hermione nodded slightly, dropped her head lower, and pulled a long, thin gold chain from the collar. Harry's eyes widened and watched as she put a golden timer on the parchment and gently pushed it to him.

"Thank you." Harry murmured and couldn't wait to pick up the gold timer. According to Hermione, the intact Time-Turner will shine, but the one in front of you looks very old. Its core is an hourglass with spherical ends, with a few rings of metal ring brackets on the outside, and adjustable knobs on the edges.

Harry took a deep breath, held his breath, put the gray hourglass and Time-Turner together, and was surprised to find that the heights of the two hourglasses were almost exactly the same. Exactly the same... Can it be replaced? He broke the Time-Turner vigorously, trying to remove the hourglass on it, but the hourglass didn't move.

He had to stop and didn't dare to continue to use force. Harry lifted the head guiltily, only to meet Hermione's shocked eyes.

"How did you think about it?"

Hermione couldn’t wait to ask when the get out of class was over. At this moment, they just came out of A History of Magic’s class. In the last half During the hours, Hermione had forgotten the Professor Binns on the podium for an unprecedented time-"The giants are cruel, and they killed more of each other than other reasons combined..."-just looking at the hourglass and the hourglass in Harry's hand continuously. Broken Time-Turner, with rays of light flashing in his eyes.

"I don't know. It's just... divine light flashed?" Harry said innocently, and Ron looked at the two of them a little unclear.

They finished their meal quickly and walked through the door of the common room. Fred and George were selling a new product with their good friend Lee Jordan. It was a hat-shaped thing. Normally Harry would definitely do it. If you look at it, twin products are usually very interesting-as long as you don't use it on him.

But today they went straight past the crowd, turning a deaf ear to the exclamation surrounding them, and went straight to a hidden corner. At the motion of Hermione's eyes, Harry took out the hourglass and golden timer, and he deliberately put them together, especially the two different hourglasses.

"Hiss~" Ron took a deep breath. "Should—"

"Yeah, we think so too," Hermione said excitedly. "I didn't pay attention at all before! Even though they are about the same size...but...who would have thought of putting How do they fit together? One comes from the ancient Greek dark wizard thousands of years ago, and the other comes from the late alchemist Nicholas Flamel."

Ron picked up the gray hourglass and shook it vigorously. The dark golden substance inside solidified into a lump and stuck to the glass wall without moving. "Except for one thing," he said, "They are all bad. Hermione, you are in vain. You said it yourself, and Professor Haip checked it."

"Oh, oh..." Hermione said perfunctorily, "but Professor Haip probably didn't know that Valen had secretly taken Goblin's hourglass. In his impression, he had asked Valen to return everything. I went back."

Harry's heart was pounding, and he suddenly realized that if the gold timer could be repaired, they would have a Time-Turner that is not restricted by the Ministry of Magic, although He still doesn't know what to use, Hermione said a bunch of restrictions before.

But if an accident does happen, like the one on the bridge, if Hermione didn’t have Time-Turner in his hand and found Professor Haip in time to save, they might have killed one or two people. At least Pettigrew Peter is likely to escape.

Harry showed great interest in this matter, "Let’s try anyway! What if it succeeds?"

"The question is, how do we take it apart..." Hermione frowned.

"Yes, we don't have tools. Does Hogsmeade have a shop selling pliers?" Harry asked.

"Don't be silly," Hermione said. "It's more precise than anything you've ever seen. It can't be solved by a pliers or a screwdriver...Let me think about it," she looked over again. The broken golden timer said to himself for a while: "No...this is definitely not something we can handle, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless We can get the research materials of the predecessors." Hermione said decisively.

"You mean—" Ron glared at her.

"This broken Time-Turner once belonged to Nicholas · Flamel. The professor mentioned that Mr. Nicholas · Flamel left a lot of things. I think, um, if the professor allows Warren to take the broken Time- Turner gave it away, so he shouldn’t mind if we look through some information..."

"Shall we directly ask Professor Haip for help?" Ron asked puzzled, and he reminded: "This is the most The quick way."

"Of course," Hermione said solemnly, "but we have to show some evidence at least, don't we?"

...

At half past eight in the evening, they came out of the common room and walked downstairs to the auditorium. Along the way, Ron asked Harry about the look of the screwdriver. Harry first explained the purpose of the screw, and then explained the different types of screwdrivers. "There is a toolbox with tools of various sizes, and they can also unscrew nuts—"

"What's that?" Ron asked in surprise, "Dad will like it. He collected a drawer of switches."

In the hall, they met Beauxbatons' Champion, Fleur Greeted Harry enthusiastically, and leaned down to kiss each of his cheeks. Ron's face showed expectation, Hermione snorts dissatisfiedly, and the expressions on the faces of the two boys were dizzy.

Waiting to come back to his senses, Harry found himself already sitting on the sofa in the room next to the auditorium. The big man in Vagado was smiling at him, really strange, how did he sit Down? He can't remember his experience of walking through the auditorium at all.

"...My younger sister Gabrielle will be here next month with my father and mother. A few days before the third task..." Fleur said cheerfully from the side, Harry looked left and right, Ron and him Sitting together, looking at Fleur equally obsessively, where's Hermione? He saw Hermione in the next second, and she sat down with Collins.

They waited until nearly ten o'clock, when the lights were about to turn off, before Bagman walked in.

He is wearing a pair of yellow overalls, which looks like a large baby outfit. He looks quite tired, with short golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He braced himself and stretched out his hands, looking at the champion in the room.

"Hello!" he said.

"First of all, I want to congratulate everyone, yes, yes, the game has finally reached the final stage smoothly. I think it is something to celebrate for both you and me." Bagman Wiping the sweat from his forehead, "To be honest, I'm exhausted recently. I just communicated with the staff about the game venue today. There are too many problems. Fortunately, Hagrid helped with the idea..." Harry and Ron exchanged one. Horrified eyes.

"When the game is over, I must apply for a vacation...cough cough, let's get back to business, the third task—" He blinked, "It's a maze. The third task is very simple and clear. Triwizard Tournament. The trophy is placed on the top of the maze. Which team will be the first to meet it will get full marks."

"Top?" Krum asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Bagman stroked the strap on his chest. "I never said that the maze has only one layer, did it?"

"So we just need to go through the maze. Fleur said, she confirmed: "Find the right way?"

"Of course not, Miss Delacour," Bagman shook his head, his voice became cheerful, "Hagrid provided a great Pile of animals...There are also some spells that must be lifted...and so on. This is a competition of speed. The champion squad with the leading score enters the maze first. We will post the scores and order of the two games in the hall. It is too late today. , We have to wait until tomorrow..."

"Apart from this, there is one more thing to remind you. It is not allowed to attack each other in the maze castle-we will supervise the whole process-but you can grab the trophy, of course, only Limited to the case where the same team is not gathered." Bagman watched the champions staring at him in a daze, with a smile on Yuanyuan’s face, "You will find that the trophy is the portkey. When three people in a team are at the same time When you touch it, it will work and take you out of the maze."

The room suddenly became very quiet. Bagman waited for a few seconds, then stood on tiptoe nervously, "That's it! Champions!"

……

"I can't believe it! They allowed the champion to do it!" Ron said incredulously. As soon as they came out of the auditorium, he couldn't wait to express his opinion.

"It's not doing it, it's grabbing the trophy." Harry corrected him without thinking. He felt normal, and a faint voice inside be eager to have a try.

"But—if we don't attack each other, how can we get a trophy from him?" Ron asked.

Harry hesitated, "I guess there will be restrictions, such as not allowing the use of curses... Bagman will post the rules tomorrow."

"I still think , We have to be careful," Ron said.

At this time, Harry noticed that Hermione had been silent. He looked at her curiously, "Hermione, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, uh," Hermione panicked. Hair, "Remember what Bagman said, the champions' parents will be invited over to watch the game, I haven't told my family yet... Actually, um," she looked at Harry and Ron cautiously, "I made up some lies. I said in my letter to them...Each school has only one champion, and Hogwarts has two because of accident...The other one is of course not me...Oh my God, I told them that the second champion is Harry!"

Harry and Ron opened their mouths in surprise.