A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 492: On the train

Early the next morning, the students packed their luggage and huddled in the foyer, waiting for the carriage to take them to the station. With the box in his left hand and the cage containing Hedwig in his right, Harry watched Madam Maxime and Fleur head towards the lawn, where Beauxbaton's carriage was parked.

"Fleur said she was going to find a job in the UK. At this sensitive time... what does she think?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged, but he couldn't answer either. Looking across the crowd, Hermione and Krum were saying their final goodbyes, and Hermione shook her head in embarrassment.

"They're both in their last year of school, aren't they?" Harry suddenly realized.

"That's right, this shows that our trophies are full of gold." Ron said with satisfaction, "More importantly, including the rewards given by the 'Future World' company, I have almost saved a thousand Galleons... That's a lot of money," he said, flushing.

"I heard you want to be an Auror?" Collins asked behind him with a hint of provocation.

"Yeah." Ron said slowly, turning his head and looking at her.

"Then you have to work harder...or you will suffer when you go in." Collins said.

Ron was still pondering the meaning of this sentence, and Harry's eyes had widened.

"Collins, you wouldn't have—"

"Glad you realize that, Harry." Collins smiled with her eyes narrowed, which made her thick eyebrows stand out like two caterpillars, and she said happily: "I'm already a I am a ready Auror, Ms. Burns wrote me personally—"

"That's impossible!" Ron yelled.

Collins triumphantly took out a letter from his pocket, "It was mailed this morning...although it is a bit scribbled, but understandable, I think she must be very busy these days."

Harry stared dumbfounded at the note swinging in front of him. The writing on it was beyond description, as if it had been chewed out by a dog. The thing was, Harry thought the handwriting looked familiar.

Written by Sirius.

"Wait a minute—" Ron also noticed something. He squinted his eyes and looked at the note, as if he was still confirming it.

Harry patted Ron on the back and said loudly unnaturally: "Collins, do you admire Ms. Burns?"

Collins snorted twice and put away the note in satisfaction.

"Of course, my goal is to become the next Minister of Magic."

At this moment Hermione came back and cleared her throat behind Collins, "So, I have a competitor?" she said with a straight face.

Collins turned his head and looked at Hermione with scrutiny, "You also want to be the Minister of Magic?"

Sparks seemed to fly from the eyes of the two girls, making Harry and Ron tremble while watching. Hermione puffed her chest out and met Collins' eyes.

"What do you think? Want to make history and become the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic?"

"Already, Nobby Richie, he's the first one." Hermione said without thinking.

"That's the first female Muggle-born Minister for Magic?" Collins said immediately.

"I'm not very interested in this title, I just feel that some things have to be done..." Hermione stared at Collins' face, and asked seemingly casually: "By the way, do you have house elves at home?"

"Yes," Collins said.

"Are you on good terms?" Hermione asked immediately.

"It's okay—" Collins was confused.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Then we already have some common language, I founded an organization, um, temporarily suspended... But if you're interested..." She pulled Collins into a corner .

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Does Hermione think—"

"High probability..."

They stared intently at the faces of Collins and Hermione. There was so much noise in the hall that they couldn't hear what they were saying. Harry and Ron could only observe the expressions of the two girls. After a while, Hermione walked over triumphantly.

"You succeeded?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Oh, how should I put it?" Hermione shook her head, "She's quite interested, but she resists that name very much."

"That's strange," said Ron dryly. "Why can't a house-elf association be called Vomit."

"I told you! It's not vomiting, it's S.P.E.W.!" said Hermione angrily.

At this time, a horse-less carriage came "rolling" towards them, and they jumped into a carriage in a hurry. Harry stared at the shaft for a moment, lost in thought, "There's something there, isn't it? A kind of horse called—er, a Thestral?"

It's strange that I haven't noticed this for nearly four years. But once he knew the name from the book, he could find a lot of abnormalities - the faint panting sound, the sound of hooves stepping on the ground, it was so obvious.

Hermione stared at the blank space too. The carriage began to move forward under the pull of an invisible force.

"I've only seen this kind of creature in pictures... Of course, I don't feel sorry, they don't have a good reputation... This has something to do with their characteristics. Only people who have seen death can see them, maybe It is a unique invisible principle..."

"Luna can see thestrals." Ron said suddenly, and then explained: "I overheard Ginny."

Hermione stared at Ron and said sarcastically, "You're not shy."

"I didn't mean to." Ron shrugged and said, "It wasn't long after the Christmas holiday, and she planned to prepare a birthday present for Luna..."

Harry suddenly remembered his experience in the "Future World No. 1 Store" before school started. Luna came with her father, and she had known her for so long, she never seemed to mention her mother.

"Hopefully we never see it," said Ron expectantly as we got out of the car, "although it's a little unlikely - I mean, hopefully!"

Harry and Hermione tugged at the corners of their mouths.

The sky was cloudless, but the three of them felt a little melancholy.

They found an empty compartment on the train that had stopped at Hogsmeade station ahead of time, and Harry put Hedwig's cage in a corner, as far away from Ron's piglet as possible - the piggy was too noisy, Already causing Hedwig to doze off, Hermione's Crookshanks huddled in the empty seat next to her like a **** cushion.

"Krum wants to invite you to spend the summer with him?" Harry asked, having heard Hermione mention it before.

"Yeah," said Hermione, "but I said no, and you know, in this case..."

At this moment, the door was pulled open from the outside.

Fred poked his head out and asked with a playful smile, "Want to play cards?" He stepped in, "Don't push me, George."

"I didn't—the door seems to be broken!" George closed the door forcefully, making a "bang bang" sound.

"Ouch!" A scream almost yelled in George's ear. The door was closed.

George stepped back in horror and stared at the door in amazement.

"There's something there," he said firmly.

Needless to him, the people in the box also noticed the abnormality. Outside the glass window, a round, frightened face appeared from the air.

"It's Crabbe!" Harry yelled, thinking of something, he immediately pulled out his wand, looked around, and kept searching the surrounding air.

"How—" Ron and Hermione asked breathlessly, with a large piece of cauldron cake still in Ron's mouth. But the long tacit understanding made them draw their wands at the same time.

Holding out half of the shining wand from the air, Harry opened his eyes wide, and the words were delayed and then quickly, as if someone lit a box of fireworks in the box, spells were emitted from different angles, strong light and loud noises Explodes in a small space.

When everything was quiet, Harry, Ron and Hermione looked down at Draco and Goyle who were unconscious in the corner, and Fred was squatting beside them and looking at them.

"They seem to have used the Illusion Charm, and as a result, they had a wonderful reaction with the curse on them..."

Draco and Goyle were covered in bruises and bruises, with all kinds of hair and pustules growing out, looking miserable.

George opened the door of the car, glanced quickly at both sides, turned his head and said, "That fat boy ran away—who used the Hairy Curse?" He asked, looking at Draco on the ground.

"Me," said Harry.

"Fantastic effect, Fred, what do you think? Maybe we can develop a series of hairy people?" he commented.

In the end, they put Draco and Goyle in the next car and came back to play explosive cards.

Fred and George were in high spirits, and when the fifth set was played, Harry couldn't help asking them, "Anything fun?"

"We are very obvious?" Fred and George looked at each other, Qiqi asked.

"Yeah, shut up," muttered Ron, his face covered in notes, "we just needed a little fun."

"Well, then," said George solemnly, "we can't wait."

"Can't wait for what?" Harry asked.

"A prank on the professor... didn't we say we would try it on the next professor's birthday?" Fred said with a smile, "But then I thought about it, it would be a pity to have to wait a whole year Already."

"What did you do?" Harry asked breathlessly, "The professor will definitely find out."

"Not necessarily," retorted Fred, "we borrowed from "The Adventures of Micky Wizard" ... the scare box, even the spring and the horror figure are hand-made, I don't believe it He can also find out in advance."

"What doll?" Ron was taken aback.

"No nose monster," Fred said without thinking.

Ron coughed violently, and the cake crumbs flew around. "God, the mysterious man?"

"You guessed it. Great idea, isn't it? We don't think it'll be out of date in a year or two." George said with a grin.

Hermione raised her head from the magic notebook and looked at the twins in surprise. They must have put a lot of effort into thinking of such a way...

At the same time ~IndoMTL.com~ Felix sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, resting his chin on one hand, staring boredly at the rapidly passing scenery around him. He reached out with his other free hand and flicked it on the bald doll's head, which instantly rocked back and forth on a spring.

"The workmanship is quite exquisite, and the courage is amazing... I hope that some Death Eaters will come to let me practice my hand during the next journey." In an instant, he was indeed frightened.

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The Hogwarts Express passed through one village after another, passed through one town after another, and finally stopped at King's Cross Station without any accidents. When Harry came out of the platform, he said goodbye to his companions. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and that person seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

Strange, is it a professor? Or is he dazzled?

"I said, what are you waiting for?" Uncle Vernon looked at Harry with angry eyes—or rather, the muscles on his face were twitching continuously on the cage containing the owl.

Harry shrugged, surprised that there was no disturbance in his heart. Compared with the troubles they will face next, the Dursleys are not so unbearable.