A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 251: 3 suggestions

Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room in a daze, until she saw Harry and Ron, who were doing nothing, playing with a pair of Gobstone stones. Suggest which is more reliable.

'Maybe the professor was just joking? ’ she thought to herself.

Ron put his whole face on the table, and kept gesticulating with the stone in his hand, "I think this one will work, Dean told me a Muggle pinball technique—" He flicked his fingers, his hand The stone in the hole flew straight out, drawing an arc in mid-air.

The stone that belonged to Harry swelled suddenly, and a foul-smelling, sticky liquid sprayed out from it, smearing Ron's face.

"Oh, shit!" Ron wiped his face, his eyes were blurred.

"Gentlemen, can you be more mature!" Hermione said angrily, she pulled out her wand, and said to Ron, "Clean it up!" The mucus on his face disappeared immediately.

"Would you like a word, Hermione?" said Ron, laughing.

Hermione said with a straight face: "I don't spend my time on children's games."

Ron retorted: "This is not a child's play. My dad told me that there is an official Gobstone Club on the seventh floor of the Ministry of Magic. They win honors internationally. Hogwarts actually has Gobstones." Club, but you never paid attention to..."

He saw the expression on Hermione's face and fell silent.

Harry changed the subject and said, "What did the professor say about Bacobeak?"

"He gave me three suggestions," Hermione said, breaking her fingers: "First, postpone the hearing on the grounds of incorrect procedures, and change the department in charge of this case to the management and control of magical beasts as much as possible." Division;”

"Sounds good, how to do it specifically, is it to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic?" Harry said excitedly, this is much easier than going to the library to read a lot of boring judgments.

"Ordinary people can't do it, I guess the Ministry of Magic won't take care of it." Hermione said: "Professor Haipu's suggestion is to get the support of a powerful figure, not to be afraid of the power of the Malfoy family, and it is best to have a relationship with the magician." It is related to the animal field, and you are familiar with the corresponding laws," Hermione said.

"How can such a person know us." Ron said discouragedly, and he picked up the Gobstone stone from the ground.

Harry thought about it very seriously. He only knew Hagrid who was related to the field of magical beasts.

"The second method is to let Barcobeak go secretly." Hermione raised her second finger.

Harry was very moved by this suggestion, but he quickly shook his head: "The official letter from the Ministry of Magic said that Hagrid should be optimistic about Barcobeak. If he loses it, he will be in trouble. Malfoy must be looking forward to Hagrid Do that, and then he can put Hagrid in jail."

He didn't quite understand Hagrid's fear of wizard prisons in the past, but after dealing with dementors a few times, he has fully understood Hagrid's thoughts.

Hermione was noncommittal, and said the last suggestion: "Thirdly, let Lucius Malfoy withdraw the lawsuit on his own initiative." She hesitated for a while, but still fully expressed what Professor Haipu said, "At that time, the professor may have Just kidding, you just listen—he suggested that Hagrid ask Malfoy out to force Malfoy to submit. He also said that if we want to try this method, he can provide limited support..."

Ron's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea, I already have pictures." He only saw his father fighting Malfoy last year, and now he just needs to replace his father with a tall and burly Hagrid, he muttered One sentence: "Chicken..."

Harry miraculously understood what he meant - compared to Hagrid, Lucius Malfoy really looked like an underdeveloped chick.

Hermione said sharply: "The professor must be joking!" As she spoke, she herself was a little uncertain, "It should be a joke? But no matter what, this method is too dangerous."

"Professor Haip must be teasing us, because he knows that you will never agree to this method." Harry said sullenly: "It seems that, instead of going to the library to check information, the only really feasible suggestion is The first—"

"Where can we find relevant powerful figures?"

"Maybe you can ask Hagrid?" Ron suggested. "He should know a friend or two with the same interests, right? He's a professor of protection of magical creatures."

"Wait a minute—" Harry stared at Ron suddenly, "You just said, Professor of Protection of Magical Creatures?" His eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "Hagrid only got this position this year, Do you still remember the last professor... who was it?"

"Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn," said Hermione without hesitation, "I heard that the reason for his retirement is that he needs more time with his little rascal."

She was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "Yeah, why didn't I expect that Hagrid must know Professor Kettleburn!"

…

The Hogwarts kitchen.

Felix said gently to a house elf: "I asked from Professor McGonagall, can I ask you to send Christmas presents?"

"Yes, sir." A house-elf in a uniform made of tea towels said, and he bowed deeply, "But it's only within the Hogwarts area, and we are limited by our duties and cannot leave easily. "

"No problem, I've already sent the off-campus gift." Felix said lightly, "Then I'll trouble you."

"It is our pleasure," said the house-elf.

Felix led the elf back to the office, pointed to a small pile of gift boxes in the corner and said: "It's all here. There are names on it, and the number of people is actually not many... But I don't know if you know specific location."

"Please rest assured, sir, we clean the rooms in the castle every day, and we know the names of all wizard gentlemen very well."

Felix nodded and smiled: "Thank you then."

The elf got busy, his figure kept disappearing and reappearing, and after a dozen times, he appeared empty-handed: "It's finished, sir."

Felix looked at him curiously, "Where did you put it? At the foot of the bed?"

The elf replied: "I put the gifts of several students at the foot of the bed to ensure that they can see them when they get up; but the professors are not allowed, we are not allowed to appear in the professor's bedroom, so I put them under the small Christmas tree in the office, or by the bedroom door.”

Felix nodded, the same way he had received the gift last year.

The elf said: "If there is nothing else, Uncle Yun will leave first."

"Uncle Yun is your name?"

"Yes ~IndoMTL.com~ sir."

Felix took out a book from the ring, and flew out some colored paper and ribbons from the corner, which wrapped the whole book, and finally made a beautiful bowknot from the ribbon.

"Here's your Christmas present, Uncle Yun."

"This, Uncle Yun can't have—"

"Take it, it's just a cookbook from all over the world. I've been looking for opportunities to recommend it to you."

Uncle Yun stooped to accept the gift, and gave him a look with big eyes, "Thank you, sir." He bowed deeply and disappeared suddenly.

Felix looked at the gift that belonged to him in the corner. Nearly half of it hadn't been opened yet. He decided to save the surprise until tomorrow.

Before going to bed, he deliberately left a window so that the owl could come in and out freely. Then he turned and walked into the bedroom, looking forward to the arrival of Christmas the next day.