A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione tremblingly lifted the invisibility cloak.

　　 The three came forward, crying, "Professor..."

　　 Felix kept patrolling among the three of them, "Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, can you tell me the reason for your presence here?"

　　 Harry plucked up the courage and said, "Professor, I, we want to visit Hagrid. You may not know that we are friends with him."

　　 "It's not easy here, you are too deep into the forbidden forest." Felix shook his head, "I think your professor should have told you not to break into the forbidden forest."

　　 Ron hesitated: "Professor, we wanted to find Hagrid, but we saw you by chance and was curious for a while, so we followed."

　　 "Curious for a while," Felix played with the wand in his hand. He looked at the three of them without speaking.

　　 Huge psychological pressure fell on the three of them.

　　 Finally, Hermione said crying, "Sorry, Professor, we have failed your trust—"

"It's nothing," Felix said calmly. "Adventure is the nature of every little wizard, especially the students of Gryffindor. But I hope you can define the line between bravery and stupidity. You know, life is only once."

　　 Felix said nothing more, he led the three of them back to the castle.

　　 "Let me think about it, breaking the curfew, breaking into the forbidden forest, stalking the professor..." Following Felix's words, the three of the three's faces paled suddenly, "Each deducted ten points, and kept it for a week."

　　 The trio returns to the common room as they sleepwalking.

　　 Seeing Hermione's sad look, Ron counseled: "It's nothing, it's better than the best result I thought. I originally thought we were going to deduct 50 points each and we were locked up until Christmas."

　　 Harry agreed, if they fell into Snape's hands tonight, the consequences would be unimaginable.

　　 While lying on the bed, Ron suddenly said to Harry, "It's so cool, isn't it?"

"what?"

　　 "Professor Haipu, whoosh whoosh! I can't see his movements at all. If I say, he is definitely better than Snape, even better than Dumbledore!"

　　 "Principal Dumbledore is the strongest." Harry said without hesitation.

　　 "That's not necessarily true. The principal hasn't done anything for years. If it had been decades ago, I wouldn't have doubted..." Ron whispered, and then gradually fell asleep.

Harry couldn't sleep a bit. The images of Professor Haipu's magic were constantly appearing in his mind. From Professor Haipu's first spell to the sudden appearance of black smoke, every movement was broken down in his mind. , Reproduce.

　　 He can see clearly.

　　 The next day, Hermione was still a little sad, but she quickly cheered up and even started discussing clues to the secret room with them.

　　 The little witch sullenly said, "In this way, Professor Haipu is not Slytherin's heir."

　　 Ron said: "Don't be so arbitrary, we only temporarily dispelled one doubt, although Professor Haipu is really good." He also admitted this.

　　 Harry quickly changed the subject, he felt that they followed the professor's behavior last night, which made Hermione as an assistant a little ashamed.

　　 "I think Malfoy is more likely."

　　 "That's right," Ron said.

　　 "How can you make a fool of him? He won't swagger to admit that he is the heir of Slytherin."

　　 Hermione nodded, and she whispered: "Maybe, we need a compound decoction."

"what?"

　　 "Compound decoction, it can turn you into another person." Hermione popularized science to them.

　　 The two are still at a loss.

Hermione said angrily, "Are you none of you attending the class? Snape mentioned in the class that the process of making this potion is very difficult and requires a variety of precious materials. Its formula is recorded in " Powerful Potion" on the book."

　　 The three of them discussed quietly.

　　 But then they got stuck in the first step.

The formula of 　　 compound decoction is difficult to obtain, because the "Powerful Potion" that records it is in the library restricted area.

　　 There is only one way to borrow books from the restricted book area: to get an approval note signed by a professor.

　　 "We have no reason to borrow that book," Ron said. "That's not something we should touch in our grade."

　　 "I think," Hermione said, "If we pretend to be interested in this theory, we might be a little hopeful..."

　　 "Oh, come on, professors won't be fooled so easily," Ron said, "unless they are extremely stupid..."

　　 Saturday morning.

　　 The trio had breakfast and came to the office of Professor Ancient Mowen together to complete their confinement.

　　 Harry was a little lamented, and the first Quidditch was about to be played, but he could not participate in the training. Quidditch Captain Wood had a lot of opinions about this.

　　 knocked on the door, and the three of them were surprised to see that Draco Malfoy was also here.

　　 Malfoy was lying in front of a table with a thick book in front of him. The page number had been turned to the last dozen pages. His quill kept copying, and there was a little ink on the tip of his nose.

　　 Harry suddenly remembered that Malfoy had been punished for copying books.

　　Professor Haipu closed the door and said in a relaxed tone, "I originally intended to stagger you, but after thinking about it, it was still too much trouble. I asked, Mr. Malfoy wouldn't mind sharing the same table with you."

　　 Ron suddenly "chichi" laughed, looking at Malfoy's expression, it didn't seem like "don't mind", he began to look forward to the confinement.

　　 Felix conjured up three chairs and placed them in front of them, "I'll find the material you want to copy." After that, he left.

　　 The four people in the office stared at each other with big eyes.

　　 Harry said jokingly, "Malfoy, your confinement is not over yet? It's not a small price."

　　 Malfoy raised his head high, "Harry Potter!" He glanced at the three of them, and seemed to want to say something when he saw Hermione, but he quickly held back.

He said arrogantly, "Professor Snape allowed me to take time off on the advice of Professor Snape, so I don’t have to miss the Quidditch training in Slytherin, Potter! I will beat you on the field. !"

　　 Harry's mood suddenly became bad. With the financial support of the Malfoy family, all the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team replaced the smooth 2001 broomstick, which made them extremely fast, like seven pale green shadows on the court. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 Ron provocatively said: "The real game depends on technology. Even if you walk through the back door and become a seeker, you will only become a laughingstock and a prodigal!"

　　 "Shut up, Weasley. Is there even one Jin Jialong in your vault?"

　　 Ron's face flushed, and even his ears became hot. He took out his wand and shouted, "You say it again! Malfoy, you say it again!"

　　 Harry and Hermione hurriedly grabbed him, not to mention the consequences of fighting in the professor's office, even if Ron did it, vomiting slugs for another afternoon?

　　 Felix came back with a thick pile of parchment. Harry and Ron looked at the material more than a foot high, and they didn't have any quarreling mood.

"I asked Professor McGonagall. She had a batch of materials that were too old and needed to be updated. I took the initiative to take on this job," Felix said lively. "It just happened to be related to your behavior-the student banned list. And its punitive measures."

　　 Felix put the materials on the table, and a thick circle of dust was lifted with a "bang". He waved his wand to "clean up", and a gust of wind took the dust away, "Go ahead, kids."

　　 Felix sat in a corner of the office, seven or eight meters away from them, "close your ears and listen." He pointed at himself with his magic wand, then opened a thick book and enjoyed the leisurely weekend.

　　 On the other side, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down resigningly. Ron strongly refused to sit with Malfoy. As a last resort, Harry could only be next to him.

　　 Harry opened a piece of parchment, dipped the ink with a quill pen, and started copying the data.

　　 Malfoy whispered, "Potter! You know, you will lose..."

　　 "Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry whispered.