A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 516: Prefect

In the last few days of the holiday, Harry and the others stopped training much and began to look forward to the arrival of the new term. Neville reluctantly said goodbye to them and returned to his grandmother. They made an appointment to meet at King's Cross Station.

"Why do you think you've been acting weird recently?" Ron looked at Harry suspiciously, while mercilessly eating Harry's white queen piece.

"Is there?" Harry shivered and asked sensitively.

Ron's eyes widened, "Of course. Let me think about it, you often lose your mind without warning, including the days when you returned to the Burrow. You can't even mention playing Quidditch with Cedric Interested! Take the initiative to give the opportunity to Ginny, and speaking of it, Ginny is not quite right..."

His expression was suspicious, and Harry was embarrassed for a while: "I said, do you have any secrets?"

Hermione sighed behind the book, did Ron finally know, but what he said surprised Hermione, and Ron asked with certainty: "Harry, are you planning to go to Godric's Hollow, and Ginny happened to know about this?"

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Why do you think that?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I guess, I saw Harry staring at the picture in a daze several times," Ron said complacently, but the next second he became serious, "Harry, mother forbids us to go out, at most go to the ugly Let's breathe, of course if you have to go, we can put on the invisibility cloak, use Apparition to go back and forth-"

Harry shook his head, "Remus persuaded me not to be impulsive, I, uh, I haven't thought about it yet."

"What's that for?" Ron asked.

"Because, because," Harry took a deep breath, it's time, he thought. "I have mastered three Unforgivable Curses."

"The Unforgivable Curse!?" Ron yelled with wide-eyed eyes, and Hermione was also stunned, and the thick book in her hand slipped to the floor, which was completely different from what she thought.

After a long time——

"What do you think?" Harry looked at them anxiously.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder hard, "That's too cool, how did you do it? Did Professor Haip secretly give you a little trouble?" He guessed: "It may also be Dumbledore, you have been going out quite frequently recently."

Hermione gave him an annoyed look, "Impossible, the professor would never teach us these spells! Even Aurors in peaceful times would be subject to strict restrictions, as Tonks told me .”

Harry hesitated for a moment, but he still revealed his anomaly. Starting from the night he came back from the Ministry of Magic, he talked about his special feeling when he woke up from the bed. The next morning, Professor Haip took him to test three spells. , and the various questions that Dumbledore asked him after that, and finally two memories of him.

He was short of breath thinking about one of the memories, there was an image of Ginny kissing the corner of his mouth, he should have removed that part!

But Dumbledore demanded that the memory be as complete as possible, and Harry gave it out as soon as his brain got hot, which made him regret it every time he thought about it. Now when he goes out alone with Dumbledore to meet friends, he doesn't really want to talk... And Harry doesn't know if he should feel sorry, but he really didn't get many opportunities to be alone with Ginny, which made him inevitably worry about gain and loss, doubt It's self-indulgent.

Ron and Hermione are struggling to digest this startling news.

"So simple? You learned those two spells in less than a morning?" Ron still found it incredible.

"Didn't you listen carefully? Harry is obviously influenced by the mysterious man. The professor just further verified this. Otherwise, it would not be so easy." Hermione looked at Harry and said seriously: "Harry, professor That's right, you must not relax your Occlumency training."

Harry grumbled.

"This is not a joke, Harry, from your symptoms—"

"Symptoms?" Harry said angrily.

"Well, it's a phenomenon." Hermione picked out the words carefully, "Your connection with the mysterious person is getting closer and closer—it's really strange, since when did it start?"

"Maybe after Voldemort's resurrection." Harry said.

"—but now that it's developed into knowledge of his evil, it's no small matter, Harry," said Hermione patiently, "Dark magic can affect people's reason, and you can imagine Voldemort, part of Voldemort." What is the result of the fusion of ideas and you, your personality may change unconsciously, and he may even implant a certain idea in your mind, making you think it is your own idea. Maybe this is what the professor and Dumbledore Lido tried his best to avoid it.”

"So what should I do?"

"Of course it's about trying to improve Occlumency, and, uh, not letting yourself fall into negative emotions." Hermione followed the script, talking about what she read in the book, but these are clichés, "I— We can help you, right?" She looked at Ron, who nodded quickly.

At dinner, Fred and George told them vividly about the new guards of Sword Castle.

"It's about a dozen feet high, like enlarged magic puppets, the materials used are more precious, and more spells are used. When they light up, the magic light around them can blind you... Waiting for you to go to the opposite corner You can see it in the alley, and there are two standing at the door."

"Are you also involved? What abilities do these guards have?" Tonks, who stayed for dinner, asked with great interest.

Fred sighed, "Professor Haip made it all by himself, a week before our anti-spell series, I really want to dig him into our trick shop—" He made a grimace .

Mrs. Weasley looked at him sternly, and he obediently made a gesture of shutting his mouth, and stopped talking about the word 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'. But Harry knew that Fred and George had even signed the store contract, which was in Hogsmeade village.

"Only two?" said Harry.

Fred and George looked at each other, "It's a secret."

Harry held his breath subconsciously, "So... there are many?"

"We can't tell, really." Fred said: "There are about a dozen of them outside?" Two, and then a few scattered on each floor... But these can't be all."

"That's right," George continued, "Since the professor came out of the laboratory, Fred and I have found that several storage rooms are locked, but we can't open them. Only a few people have them." permissions."

He spread his hands.

"We wanted to persuade Penello to let us go in while Professor Haipu was away, but she refused to agree. I guess there must be a magic puppet army inside!"

Fred and George's eyes sparkled with excitement, and at this moment Tonks also became interested: "This thing is made very quickly? Maybe I should suggest that the department buy a batch, if it's really worthwhile."

"Not yet," Fred dismissed his idea, "Only Professor Haipu can make magic guards. I heard that it involves extremely advanced memory magic...but he is not in the company now."

"Professor Haip is not in the company? Where has he gone?" Harry asked.

The twins shook their heads.

"Penello and Keremi should know that they have an emergency way to contact the professor, and Remus should also have one, but we don't always see him."

"Professor is probably off to deal with the Muggle world, which he takes a few days every year," said Hermione.

"He mentioned it to you?"

"Oh, uh, I guessed wildly," said Hermione.

When Felix reappeared, it was already the last day of the holiday, and he brought three letters.

"I took some time to go back to school. Minerva was too busy, so I helped bring the bibliography." Felix said, Harry, Ron and Hermione each took their own letters and couldn't wait to read them. open.

"It's overdue," Ron said as he opened the envelope, "School starts tomorrow."

"Maybe he's too busy, Professor McGonagall has spent only two days dealing with school affairs." Harry guessed, he opened the envelope, and there were two pieces of parchment inside, one reminded him of the start of school as usual, and the other One is the book that will be used this year.

"Two new books need to be purchased," Hermione read, "Standard Spells, Level 5, by Miranda Goshawk; Practical Rune Beginners, by Felix Hemp , by Heidstrand Vera. Professor, you have a new book?"

Felix nodded slightly.

"Hey, who's the other author?" Hermione asked, staring at the bibliography.

"He is the president of the Ancient Runes Association. You should have met him. He and Professor March have attended classes at the school." Felix explained: "Due to time constraints, Mr. Vera and I just Simply sort out the practical magic words to be used in the five grades, organize them into a book according to the difficulty and teaching order, and separate them when there is a chance in the future. The teaching materials are published by l.c.a publishing house."

"Why is there no Defense Against the Dark Arts book?" Harry asked repeatedly looking at the book list.

"Didn't Sirius tell you?" Felix asked.

"No, he—"

"Did it drop?" Ron shook the envelope, "Hey, there's really one, let me see—" He suddenly opened his mouth wide and remained motionless.

"Do you have anything else?" Harry leaned towards Ron in a strange way. At this moment, Hermione on the opposite side turned the envelope upside down, and a golden-red thing slipped into her palm. Harry squeezed his envelope subconsciously, it was empty.

"Prefect." Ron groaned, "I've been chosen as a prefect."

Ron and Hermione became prefects of Gryffindor House in fifth year. Felix was a little surprised by this result, but after a little thought, he understood Dumbledore's intentions. A prefect is both a right and a responsibility, and Harry has already shouldered too much responsibility.

But Harry obviously still didn't understand, and his heart was empty at the moment, he could only say congratulatory words in pale language, which was far less sincere than Mrs Weasley who came to hear the news.

In fact, no one was more surprised than her, not even the freshly baked prefect himself.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Oh, Ron, this is amazing! Prefect!" She hugged Ron excitedly, dripping from the wet rag in her hand. land. She generously promised a gift to her youngest son.

"Can I get a new broom?" Ron asked expectantly.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him with some embarrassment, and then smiled, "Of course, see you later, I'll get Fred and George's shopping list, besides brooms, I also need to buy new books for you, oh, Oh, and Ginny's share, that's a lot." She giggled and left.

Ron stopped where he was, and after a long while, his eyes rolled, "Fred and George will be jealous to death, they absolutely will! But who cares, I'm a prefect, and I'm going to have one soon New broom! Oh, oops—"

"What's the matter?" Harry asked dryly, as if his voice was coming from someone else.

"I should add some more money, take part of the bonus - so I can buy a better broom," said Ron cheerfully, his eyes starting to light up, "Yeah, that's it. I Go talk to mom now."

"Professor," Hermione asked Felix in a low voice, "Can I call home? Use the public phone in the community outside? Mom and Dad know the meaning of prefects, they will be happy."

Felix thought for a while, "Well, Miss Granger, you haven't been home for a long time, take this opportunity to spend time with your family, and I'll pick you up later in the evening."

"Then I'll pack my luggage." Harry said awkwardly.

He returned to the bedroom alone, the suitcase on the table was open, like a big mouth, seeming to mock him silently. Harry picked up one of the dirty clothes on the bed and sat there blankly, only then did he have time to think.

He almost forgot about the prefect, but when it did happen, he couldn't pretend not to see it. If he had to choose one of them, he would definitely prefer to be a prefect himself, not Ron. Harry felt a little uncomfortable. Did he think he was better than Ron? He didn't want to sound arrogant, so he tried desperately to justify himself. I'm better at Quidditch and better at dueling...but what else? I wasn't far behind Ron in other subjects. But beyond schoolwork - Harry thought indignantly, all the adventures they'd had together, the life and death they'd been through - he'd done so much, Headmaster Dumbledore knew all too well.

But he couldn't help correcting himself, Ron was always by his side, never flinching even when facing Voldemort. He doesn't think he has a reason to be an enemy of Voldemort, so Ron seems to be more noble? At this moment, a voice came out of Harry's head, but he took away your honor.

"No, he deserves it," Harry whispered to himself, but the voice started buzzing again, and Harry miraculously understood. You do more, but you are not understood, let alone get what you deserve, that voice spread dark thoughts to him, maybe you should teach him a lesson, use the newly learned spell...

"That's not what I thought," Harry said to himself, "Ron's my best friend." He jumped to his feet, nearly falling over. He panted, and the expression on his face changed rapidly, sometimes seeming to be another person.

"Someone needs to see the brain." The blank canvas framed on the wall sneered.

Harry stared at the canvas, but there was nothing there, like clocks he'd seen before shooting screws at people, snuff bottles biting people, display cases coughing out clouds of dust as soon as the doors were opened , is another proof that the Black family is ancient, pure and associated with magic.

"You're wrong," Harry said loudly, and the canvas didn't respond to him.

After a while, Harry heard footsteps, he hurriedly lowered his head, stuffed the clothes in his hands into the box, and Ron came in bouncing.

"Catch up!" he said happily, "I put half of the prize money in, just enough to replace the Sweep series with Nimbus 2000, you can actually buy 2001, but I think it should be saved, I still have to buy birthday presents, and what if the company 'Future World' releases a new product... are you okay?"

"That's great, Ron, I mean - you're going to have a good broom in no time to consider joining the team," said Harry ~IndoMTL.com~ and he paused, feeling that the sentence was true. Sincerely, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ron's smile disappeared.

"I thought it was you, I didn't expect—"

"No, you deserve it." Harry said firmly, as if with the final word. "You are fully worthy of the honor of the prefect. As for me, I have enough troubles of my own..."

"Oh, well, you are right, maybe Dumbledore didn't choose you for this reason-will he come over today, I mean that inexplicable afternoon tea?"

"Yeah, I think so." Harry was glad that Ron changed the subject, and also that he was starting school soon, so he didn't have to eat a stomach full of candied fruit, and now he couldn't help but think about it. nausea.

…

In the evening, Sirius returned, and Harry welcomed him beamingly.

"Should I call you Professor Black?"

"You can save this sentence at the dinner party tomorrow." Sirius smiled.

At dinner, he sat next to Felix and whispered, "Felix, I heard you are the guard of the Hogwarts Express train tomorrow?"

"Just one of them," Felix glanced at him, letting a jam jar fly into his hand, "I remember you too."

Sirius turned his head awkwardly: "I'm going to ask for a leave of absence...tomorrow I will go to work one more day."

"Why?" Felix asked curiously, which didn't seem like what he said.

"I was going to inspect Azkaban with Amelia today, and set up the anti-thief waterfall by the way, but I received an alarm that a dementor appeared in a Muggle town, which turned out to be a false alarm...

In short, uh, I thought—for the sake of the beginning and the end—when I come out of Azkaban, I will say goodbye to the past. "