Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

Chapter 322 Professor RJ Lupin (5K)

Hermione heard what Draco said and took the initiative to open the box for him.

"Here, Ron!"

Ron's eyes lit up and he quickly walked in. Harry, who was standing next to him, also walked in.

Fred and George said, "Let's find another box so as not to disturb your gathering of little wizards."

Student body president Percy puffed out his chest with pride, as if meeting them for the first time, and greeted them in an elegant and methodical manner.

"Hello, Linxia, ​​Draco and Hermione."

Lin Xia nodded at him, "Hello, Percy, congratulations on becoming the student union president."

Hermione also said: "The Weasley family is very proud of you."

Draco even said: "It's not easy for you to beat the Slytherin group and sit in this position."

Percy's smile grew wider, "The professors chose me. I will work harder."

After Percy left, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

The Weasley twins walked behind, muttering, "It looks like Percy is going to patrol every carriage. He wants everyone to see his brand new chairman's badge."

"George, believe me, if we could get this badge, we'd be even more impressive than him."

"Fred, since when have you started daydreaming?"

In the box, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his other friends.

"Percy likes his badge very much. He has shown it off many times along the way. I am worried about him. Will the badge be rubbed off by him every day?"

Lin Xia couldn't help but smile and said, "The president of the student union represents the highest honor a student can get in Hogwarts. It is something to be proud of."

Draco and Hermione both nodded in agreement.

Ron curled his lips: "That's it."

Hermione recounted what happened during her summer vacation: "I traveled in France and learned about the history of magic there, but I still feel that the British wizarding world is more powerful. After all, we have Dumbledore, who is one of the greatest wizards of this century."

Ron also enthusiastically mentioned his experience in Egypt. At this time, Lin Xia took out the Chinese snacks she had bought before, which were piles of spicy strips.

Ron was very interested. While eating, he said, "I was traveling in Egypt. You all should know that my family won the Daily Prophet grand prize, so we went to see my eldest brother Bill...

There are many ancient tombs in Egypt. It is said that there are some corpses there that were left by Muggles who sneaked in but couldn't get out, so they were turned into mummies. The ancient tombs there are also very strange.

I have seen many strange spells. You would never imagine that there is a spell to control corpses..."

After Ron finished speaking, everyone looked at Harry.

Harry had been silent, thinking about something. When he received the gazes from his friends, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I think... well, my summer life is not very happy. You can all go to other places to travel, but I have been locked up in my uncle's house. They don't want me to use magic and want to hide the fact that I can use magic..."

Harry was puzzled.

They are both Muggle families, so why are Hermione's parents so open-minded while his uncle's family is so disgusted?
Lin Xia suddenly said: "Harry, I can feel that you are very sad, but you don't have to be sad about these things.

Is there a possibility that they are afraid of your ability and therefore restrict you from using it?"

Harry's eyes flickered, and he was very curious about this statement.

This was a direction he had never thought of.

"Fear? Wizards are human beings too. There's no difference except that they can do magic," said Harry.

The reason he said that was because all the little wizards in Hogwarts could use magic.

In school, his magical talent was not the best.

Compared to most young wizards, his abilities are normal.

Unless they are top students like Hermione, Draco and Lin Xia.

Draco then said thoughtfully: "Lin Xia is right, they are afraid of your ability, so they restrict you.

The fact that you know magic and can cast such convenient spells is the biggest difference between you and them."

Harry's expression relaxed a lot. "If that's the case..."

He couldn't help but smile: "I will feel happy. If they bully me again next time, I will use magic on them."

Hermione disagreed and said, "There is brown filament in each of our wands. The Ministry of Magic will investigate whether we use magic in the Muggle world. I advise you not to do this."

Lin Xia blinked her eyes and said, "My dear, don't be so serious. If Harry needs it, I am willing to provide him with a natural wand without brown wire."

Hermione was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Lin Xia, this is against the rules!"

Lin Xia shook her head and said gently: "Hermione, you are my friends. There is no need to follow so many rules in front of friends.

Rules are dead, but people are alive. Do you want to see Harry continue to be bullied by his relatives like this?"

Hermione fell silent.

Harry's condition was not good; his family atmosphere was too depressing.

Harry didn't want the two little witches to argue about this, so he said, "Let's talk about it next time. We are going to Hogwarts, where there are no restrictions on the use of wands."

He paused, "And this summer, I also had something happy. When I was about to go to London, my uncle's family welcomed a guest. I called her Aunt Maggie. She...

She said some really mean things about my father, and I'm sure I didn't use my wand, but I was so angry that I accidentally let my magic go haywire and cast some spells on her."

The other kids looked on nervously, and Draco asked, "What magic?"

Harry lowered his voice and said, "The inflation spell. Her body was blown up like a balloon, expanding and growing larger, and then flew into the sky. I was so angry that I left immediately."

Hermione asked worriedly, "So are you being tracked down by the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, I met an official from the Ministry of Magic named Fudge. He seemed to have something to do and came to the Leaky Cauldron. He saw me and asked me some questions. He said he would help me erase the record so that I could go to school with peace of mind."

Ron exclaimed: "Why didn't you tell me this!"

Harry shrugged, "Ron, it's settled. I just didn't want you to worry."

Ron said, "This Fudge sounds like a good man."

Lin Xia couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head: "Harry is very famous in the wizarding world. He might want to do Harry a favor."

Hermione asked perceptively, "You sound like you know Fudge?"

Lin Xia nodded and said, “Well, he came to my house before and wanted to discuss business with my parents, but my parents have been doing research in the Amazon forest. I told him that if he had any business to discuss with me, I could make the decision.

But Fudge didn't believe in me, questioned my ability, and the final weapon plan he gave me treated me like a fool, so I refused to cooperate with him.

He used to work in the Weapons and Logistics Support Department, but was later transferred to the Foreign Affairs Department, and we lost contact.”

Ron: "Well, that doesn't sound like a good guy."

He turned to look at Harry, "I wonder if I approached you intentionally with a purpose."

Draco put an end to their speculation: "We are still just students. Even if we want to win our favor, there is still too little we can do. Let's study hard first."

The others thought the same and stopped talking about this person.

Harry suddenly remembered that before entering the station, Uncle Arthur suddenly stopped him and told him something.

Tell him not to go find Sirius Black!

Harry felt very strange. Why did he go to find Sirius, who was obviously a murderous dark wizard?

No matter how proud and arrogant he was, he could never think that he could deal with an adult dark wizard.

But Uncle Arthur was just nervous…

And the big black dog he saw on Magnolia Crescent Street in the endless darkness, could it be a sign of the coming of death?
It was really strange. It was just a dog. Why did it appear in his dreams over and over again?

While they were chatting, Fudge, the character who had appeared before, continued to visit other nobles.

Fudge's face was no longer as confident as before. His expression was gloomy and his complexion was gray.

In the past few days, he had been repeatedly rejected by the nobles, which finally made him realize that—

The reason why the Auror Department is unwilling to undertake the tasks of the Noble Anti-Corruption Investigation Department is not because there is a shortage of manpower, but because this task is too difficult to complete!
Even if he had ten Aurors protecting him, Fudge would always worry about his personal safety, fearing that he would be killed in the visiting room of some noble!
He is the Director of the Ministry of Magic's Foreign Affairs Department, and yet he is worried about his own safety?

It sounds like a joke, but it is true.

"Get out! Get out of here! You'd better not show up in front of me, or I'm afraid I'll shoot a raging fire at you. My wand has a much more violent temper than I do!"

It was another noble manor, and Fudge was driven out by the nobles again.

Not only was he driven away, but the house elves also threw a lot of vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and smelly feces at him...

Fudge was well prepared. He waved his wand in advance and put on a suit of armor for himself. An invisible air shield appeared in front of him to protect him. Thanks to the bad tempers of these nobles, Fudge has been secretly practicing the armor spell these days. This spell has become one of his most commonly used spells.

But Umbridge next to him was not so lucky.

She was splashed with some yellowish feces, which stunk to high heaven, and she couldn't stop screaming.

"You don't have any noble qualities, you damn noble. You only rely on the glory brought by your family to enjoy the splendor and wealth without any ambition. You are a parasite in the wizarding world, you *&%￥#..."

Fudge's face turned green as he said, "I told you to practice armor protection, why didn't you practice?"

Umbridge shrank back. "I, I... I don't have much time. When I get back, I still have to deal with the work of the Foreign Affairs Department..."

This excuse barely convinced Fudge.

Ever since he took over the work of the Noble Anti-Corruption Investigation Department, he handed over all the work of the Foreign Affairs Department to Umbridge.

Although the Department of Foreign Affairs is a less busy department, it still has some daily affairs to deal with.

The two men left the manor in a mess. In contrast to them, there were the majestic Aurors standing outside the manor waiting.

The boots they wore were as shiny as new, the gloves they wore emitted strong magical fluctuations, and around their waists hung special leather holsters for holding spells, and there was also a special space for hanging a sword!

Although not as gorgeous as what the nobles wore, it was still very heroic.

Fudge couldn't help but think: These Aurors look like aristocrats!

They didn't care about anything. In name, they were protecting his safety, but in reality they were supervising him to enter the nobles' manors and negotiate with those nobles.

These people are so hateful!

Thinking of this, Fudge thought of Harry again.

If only Harry could graduate sooner, maybe with the record of helping him eliminate traces of magic use, Harry could say a good thing for him and leave the Noble Anti-Corruption Investigation Department.

This department is a mess and a hot potato!

Why was he so stupid to take on such a thing!

……

On the Hogwarts Express.

When Lin Xia told her friends about her experience in Romania, what everyone was most interested in was the dragon.

"How does it feel to ride a dragon?"

"Is the dragon's back comfortable?"

"Is the dragon obedient?"

"Can the dragon be shrunk and taken out?"

"Is a dragon's magic resistance really that high?"

In addition to these questions, there are many other issues regarding dragon feeding. These friends seem to be looking forward to raising a dragon in the future.

Although everyone knows that this is impossible.

Lin Xia said: "Dragons are very proud. Using force to conquer dragons is the fastest way. They look down on creatures weaker than themselves—"

Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps coming from the corridor.

While chatting with her friends, Lin Xia never stopped casting the supersensory spell, habitually enhancing her sense of hearing and sense of momentum among her five senses.

So even though the footsteps sounded very light to ordinary people, they sounded very heavy to Lin Xia's ears, completely different from the footsteps of the little wizard.

Lin Xia couldn't help but turn her head to look.

What came into view was a tall and thin man. His body shape was different from that of the little wizard and he was obviously an adult wizard.

He was wearing a tattered wizard robe that was patched in several places and looked very poor.

His face was pale and he looked sickly, and although he walked steadily, it looked like he would fall to the side at any moment.

Lin Xia noticed his hair.

The man's face looked very young, but his hair was already a little gray.

She thought for a while, then suddenly waved her wand and opened the door of the box.

"Thorn-"

When the box door opened, there was a sharp creaking sound.

The train had already departed, and the little wizards in the corridor outside were very lively. Amid the noise, the adult wizard was very quiet.

He was startled when he saw the door of the box suddenly opened.

This is too much of a coincidence.

Looking up, Lin Xia in the box nodded to him and said politely, "Hello, Professor Lupin, if you can't find a seat, you can sit in our box."

Ron and Harry were shocked, and even Hermione's eyes widened. "Professor?"

How did Lin Xia know that this person was the professor?

It wasn't until Lupin walked in that everyone saw the sign in the man's hand with "Professor RJ Lupin" written on it.

The box was really shabby and was tied up with many ropes, which were neatly tied in knots.

Professor RJ Lupin's name was printed on a corner of the box, and the letters were a little mottled and falling off.

The other young wizards immediately addressed him respectfully.

Lupin was clearly not a social person.

He just glanced at Harry, then sat in the corner and closed his eyes.

Ron looked at his lifeless face and couldn't help asking, "I don't know what this professor teaches."

"That's even a question," Hermione whispered, "There's only one course that's always short of a professor, isn't there? That's Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

Everyone has changed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher twice.

Fortunately, there are several resident teachers for this course, so their progress is not too far behind.

But for some reason, the professors of this course always change frequently, and every new professor is unreliable.

But the school had to recruit professors from outside. After all, the remaining two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors did not have the time to teach so many students.

Professor Lupin covered his face with his whitish hat and dozed off.

The young wizard was silent for a while and then continued the discussion.

This time their topic was Hogsmeade, a village that young wizards could only enter after they had reached their third grade and obtained their parents' signatures.

Ron said expectantly, "There's a candy store over there called Honeydukes."

A dreamy expression came over his face.

"They had everything... Peppercorns that would leave smoke coming out of your mouth, and big fat chocolates full of strawberries and cream.

There are also wonderful candy-stick quills that you can suck on in class while others think you are trying to figure out what to write next—"

"That sounds like a really interesting place, doesn't it?"

Hermione pressed on: "The Ministry of Magic History says that the tavern was the headquarters of the goblin rebellion in 1612.

And the Shrieking Shack, said to be the most haunted house in Britain—"

Ron didn't even listen to Hermione, and went on: "—and balls of sherbet so big that your feet would lift inches off the ground when you sucked them."

Draco turned to look at Harry, who was silent. "That sounds interesting. It must be nice to leave school and visit Hogsmeade village occasionally, right?"

Harry said glumly, "That should be the case. You'll have to wait until you figure it out before telling me."

Ron frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I can't go," said Harry, extremely depressed. "The Dursleys won't sign my permission form, and neither will Fudge."

Ron couldn't help but say, "Not letting you go? How is that possible? Oh, yes, your family doesn't like you using magic...

It shouldn't be so bad, maybe Professor McGonagall or someone will approve you."

Even Ron didn't believe it when these words came out.

Professor McGonagall is the head of Gryffindor House and a very strict teacher.

Lin Xia suddenly said: "Harry, if you can become an excellent student, the school will relax many restrictions on you."

(End of this chapter)