A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 586: Event fermentation

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When Felix returned to the office, he was surprised to see a row of owls standing in front of the window.

"Oh, well, Easter, I forgot to leave the window." He belatedly.

He opened the window, and Varen, who had just come out of the silver pocket watch, looked curiously at the owls rushing in. They circled the office, dropping packages at their feet one by one like bombers, and chirping at the same time. Then, feeling aggrieved for having waited for most of the day.

Varun crawled along Felix's legs onto his shoulders and looked down at the package on the ground.

Felix remembered the Easter candy eggs he had received last year and hadn't eaten them all year. But no matter what, the fact of receiving a gift is still very happy. And he can play Crackling Explosion with Varen, and the winner will open a gift...

Early the next morning, when he appeared in the auditorium, it was no surprise that he saw the students discussing with the newspapers.

"Malfoy..." They exchanged glances in a low voice.

He looked around, but he didn't see Draco. He sat down and started to eat breakfast. He needed to rush to the Ministry of Magic to continue to attend the trial later. The whole process will continue until the end of the Easter break, and Felix suddenly feels tempted to skip class.

But he didn't think of an excuse until he ate the last potato. The quick-acting skipping sugar developed by Fred and George didn't work for him, and he was on sick leave... well, he couldn't open his mouth.

In the end he went to the Ministry of Magic anyway.

……

On the other side -

"Unbelievable, I still can't understand," Harry lowered his head, pretending to be dealing with a difficult bone, Ron and Hermione leaned over and heard him whisper: "How could Malfoy and... be What about spies?"

He looked up at the Slytherin table. Draco was poking an apple pie with a fork expressionlessly in front of him. The Slytherin students closest to him were also two seats away.

"It's Pansy Parkinson," Hermione looked over there and whispered, "She doesn't seem to have figured out how to deal with this complicated relationship."

She sees very well. When Draco looked over, Pansy immediately turned his head to talk to Millicent next to him.

"Oh? That hurts enough, although I was taken aback." Ron, his tangled expression is enough to prove that he is telling the truth, "I almost thought it was April Fool's Day, but Frey Several days have passed since De and George's birthdays, and I regret giving them funny hats." He said painfully, "It cost me 5 Galleons in total."

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"You funny hat?" Ron introduced him enthusiastically: "Zoko's new product, I saw a leaflet from Fred's book one day. After wearing it, your face can Switching between vampires, werewolves, and she-ghosts, with cute fangs, silky manes, and whatnot."

"Sounds a bit like the Emerald Crown of 'Future World'," Hermione interrupted: "One is for changing faces, and the other is for changing clothes."

Ron shrugged, "Fred claimed that Zoko got inspiration from the anti-spell hat, and thought he was a big loser. But I think it's very interesting."

"Professor Haip's birthday is coming soon, right?" Harry: "I remember it was the 15th?"

"Number 8, we got it wrong last time." Hermione said.

"Isn't that today?" Ron was surprised: "Fred and George still want to make big news," he said happily, "Oh, I have to keep this secret, and none of you are allowed to tell them ..."

Later, they have Ron's owl piggy fly out of the owl shack with a package.

"It looks a bit struggling." Hermione looked at the sky worriedly.

"No way, Hedwig doesn't want to go to the professor anymore, she feels ashamed." Harry said helplessly.

They witnessed the little pig swaying in the air, like a moving pendulum, and finally turned a corner with difficulty and disappeared from sight. But they knew that if they climbed over a few towers—if the piggy didn't accidentally crash into a pillar, it would fly into the ancient rune office.

"Do you think the professor would like that telescope?" Ron asked, without waiting for an answer, he said to himself: "I originally planned to send a pet mouse to be with Varen. To be honest, I I think they look very similar... It's a pity that the time is too short, that telescope was used by George for testing, it should be a new product, but I haven't had time... Hermione, what did you send?"

"A potted plant." Hermione.

"That's a good idea, I have to write it down." Ron's eyes lit up.

Harry was speechless. He stared at the blue sky, and his thoughts drifted away with the owl. He had just had a crazy idea, and he thought he must be crazy, but he couldn't help thinking about a question: When is Snape's birthday? Maybe...but the next second he put the thought behind him. Come to think of it, he told himself, it wouldn't matter much if Snape was undercover now.

Well, it's actually quite remarkable, Harry thought reluctantly, and he still admired it, and the scene when he faced Voldemort came to mind. He wasn't afraid of Voldemort, but let him calmly talk to Voldemort and get close... Harry's goosebumps came up.

He didn't see Snape in the graveyard, maybe he was hiding there, or was it late?

Harry thought of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters that night. He didn't hear all of it, but he remembered the first ones, Voldemort lamenting his own rebirth while threatening the Death Eaters.

"One has no guts to come back... will pay the price. The other, I think, has left me forever... Of course he will be executed..."

Thinking about it now, the former might refer to Karkaroff, while the latter refers to Snape.

But Snape was alive and well now, and Harry didn't know how he did it.

He couldn't help but imagine the scene where Snape and Voldemort met, but because of lack of reference, his mind went blank. In his mind, Snape was either lecturing in his characteristically slow, drawn-out voice, sarcastically speaking at students, or appearing suddenly from behind, taunting and showing other students with undisguised gloating How badly Harry had boiled the potion and had to give it a low grade...but Harry didn't think Snape would treat Voldemort with either of those attitudes.

Probably like the other Death Eaters, Harry thought, and he felt sick at the thought of those Death Eaters kneeling and groveling before Voldemort. He would have preferred Snape to be tougher.

When they came out of the owl hut, they couldn't help talking about the Malfoys again. Ron mentioned Draco Malfoy's grandfather, "That's a powerful man."

"Is he a Death Eater too?" Harry asked.

"No one knows," said Ron, but then he lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "My dad may have been one of You-Know-Who's early patrons." He seemed happy to see Harry and Hermione grow up. mouth.

"But he was never caught, and died in a respectable manner." Ron added, "Compared to him, his son doesn't look bright enough. I'm Lucius Malfoy. "

Harry grinned happily.

"Let me see," he said, counting on his fingers, "declaring Imperius Curse after losing the first war, becoming Fudge's cash bag, losing the school when we were in second grade." Dong Zheng, oh, yes——and Dobby! Half a year ago, he knelt in front of Voldemort and confessed his mistakes, and now he is hiding in a certain place and cannot get out—yes, I understand what you mean.”

They smiled, Malfoy had always been at odds with them, and now they were actually quite gloating to see this family's misfortune. But when they walked into the common room they realized that Malfoy was now on their side.

"I'd rather he had been a Death Eater—"

"Oh, don't be silly."

They were sitting on a table looking through their schoolbags. The professors obviously didn't intend to make the students have a comfortable holiday, and left a bunch of homework tacitly. This also led to a considerable number of fifth graders not going home, but staying in school sighing, yawning and making up homework.

Ron took out the parchment and quill pen from his schoolbag, and said angrily, "Those junior students are too noisy, I really want to deduct points for them." But with the homework of each subject before him, His aura disappeared visibly to the naked eye.

Lie on the table, Harry casually pointed at the timetable of the review plan that Hermione gave them yesterday with his wand. The tasks of each subject were clearly marked. "I also added a countdown timer," Hermione said happily, "it's in the upper left corner."

Harry stared at the number '59' on the parchment, and suddenly felt an urge to tear it off.

"You guys, how did Lucius Malfoy get in touch with Professor Hemp?" He couldn't help asking.

Hermione pushed the newspaper towards him. Ron was on the sidelines disgusted: "You believe that? 'Confidence' - how the **** is that possible? To me, he probably got unlucky when he was doing something illegal and got caught by the professor and asked the professor to let him go Just..." Hermione glared at him.

"Ahem, I am, well done."

"The composition of Death Eaters is complex," Hermione tried to figure it out: "There are ambitious people, there are also those who are cruel by nature, and there are also those who rush to get a little prestige." She thought for a while, and then: " A few are bewitched by the evil ideas of mysterious people..."

Harry thought of Sirius' brother Regulus.

"...you can't tell when the mysterious man has the upper hand, but once he falls into a downturn," Hermione pointed contemptuously at the photo of Selwyn's trial in the newspaper, "we can tell the difference between these people. It's perfect."

There was a sound of laughter and laughter in the lounge, and they turned their heads - Harry and Ron wished there was something new - and saw Fred and George holding a colorful hat in their hands, watching the crowd Amidst the booing sound, they put on their hats at the same time. There was exclamation and laughter from the crowd, and Fred and George spun around to demonstrate, and when they turned to Harry, the three finally got a good look at their faces.

Harry was taken aback and almost thought he saw a combination of vampire and ghost. Fred's face was as white as paper, his cheeks sunken like chronic malnutrition, his eyes were abnormally bloodshot, but the most conspicuous thing was his fangs that were deliberately bared; George was another picture of horror. Human face—his hair turned black, and it grew so long that it fell to the ground, his face was like a skeleton, with a green light on his surface, scarier than the vampires beside him.

The two let out a laugh of mischief.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and Fred and George came and sat beside them. They still had that strange face on their faces, Ron subconsciously leaned back, Fred and George grinned.

"Don't like our new face?"

"It's okay, you guys seem to like this hat," Ron countered in a mocking tone: "Who was not satisfied before?"

"It's two different things." Fred said earnestly, "We think it's a good time for this hat to appear."

"Yes, it can add luster to Professor Haipu's birthday party..." George said cheerfully.

The three looked at each other, Ron kept winking at Harry and Hermione to remind them not to leak their words, Fred and George looked at them strangely.

"Is there anything we don't know?"

"No." Ron, he changed the subject bluntly, "Did you hear that, "A New Explanation of the Magic Text" is planning to prepare an ancient magic text yearbook, and everyone is welcome to contribute."

"This is a big event." Fred was happy, he took off his hat, and his fangs and pale sunken cheeks disappeared, "Which part are you going to participate in?"

"What about you?" Harry asked warily.

"Professional dynamics." Fred said without hesitation: "We created a new profession, George and I. The profession is named 'Prank Merchant'." He winked at Harry, "The requirements are very high: ancient times Runes, basic alchemy, transfiguration, spells, and wild imagination—"

"And a bohemian heart." George half-truthfully.

"Sounds like boasting," murmured Ron.

"Have you tried the punching binoculars?" Fred asked suddenly, staring into his brother's face.

"Not yet, uh - I gave it away." Ron wanted to be vague, but Fred stared at himself, and he could only tell the truth.

"Give it away? To whom?" cried Fred and George in unison.

"Punch the telescope? Punch?" Harry caught the key word.

Ron suddenly looked terrified.

Fred and George stared at his expression and smiled, "Okay, we won't ask any more." Fred pretended to be generous.

"Anyway, I will know in the end." George added.

"Quick - that thing - Merlin's beard!" Ron shouted, "What the **** is that thing for?"

But Fred and George just looked at him with regretful eyes, as if his life was not long... Ron was even more flustered, and now he just wanted to go to the professor's office to get the gift back and exchange it for another one. But the thought of Crabbe and Goyle's misfortune put him off.

"Quick! You!" he roared.

Ron rushed forward and shook Fred's collar vigorously. Fred insisted on not letting go, with an expression of watching the show.

"Will they really recognize this name?" When it was quiet, Hermione asked: "I heard that the reviewers are all very old—except for Professor Haipu."

"There's no harm in trying." George said eagerly, "I can see that they are desperately looking for talents and expanding their territory! It is also mentioned above, 'Once the profession is officially recognized, in addition to being recognized Included in the occupation directory of the Ministry of Magic, and will also receive various supports.'”

"—after the war." Hermione.

"What?" Fred asked.

"You do have this, but you can't honor it until the war is over." Hermione whispered.

"Why didn't I see it?" Fred and George were stunned for a moment, and Qiqi called out.

"It's written on the last page of the latest issue of "A New Explanation of the Runes." Hermione said. The two couldn't sit still, and they left in a hurry. After they disappeared, Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and Harry said uncertainly, "Prank merchant? Sounds good. But will there really be such a profession in the future?"

During this period of time, he has been studying the pamphlets of various occupational knowledge issued by the school. Although he thinks that he will become an Auror in the future, it does not prevent him from reading the needs of other occupations with relish, and before going to sleep and in the dormitory. The people here discussed until late at night.

"If pranks are acceptable, why don't I create a new career myself?" Ron muttered dissatisfied.

"So you have an idea?" Hermione asked with great interest.

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"You need to use the 'flame' rune and the 'protection' rune," Hermione said subconsciously, "you have to combine them together, which is equivalent to two sets of circuits. When they work at the same time, they will absorb the surrounding The flame, and then released it all at once."

"It doesn't sound like it works." Harry, "Many spells can have similar effects."

"You can give it to children," Hermione, "and if you plan to study fire magic, it's still quite useful. Even if you face Fiendfire, it can buy you a second or two-although it has been used It will be broken after one time."

They started to do their homework, and after a while, Harry started to feel sleepy. He tried his best to stare at the textbook of History of Magic, the Ilfracombe Incident, Ilfracombe... Is this a name or a name? Place name? Forget it, Harry yawned and copied the name on the parchment.

His thoughts began to wander, and he was already thinking about the party with Sirius at night, and Kreacher, I don't know if he is used to being in the kitchen...

At the same time, Felix sat listlessly on the bench in the courtroom, staring at a dark wizard whose skin was so dark that it could reflect light.

Where did Voldemort find these people?

Felix wanted to go to Malfoy Manor to see if it had been burned to ruins yesterday, as Lucius' words swirled in his mind yesterday. This at least proves that Voldemort read the newspaper and was so angry Enough.

"Bang!" The gavel fell heavily.

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