A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

With a puzzled expression on Harry's face, he handed the letter to Hermione and Ron who were roaring aside, and they couldn't wait to read it.

"Ms. Jian, from the perspective of writing skills, you are really not suitable for writing books, some are too flat and straightforward... This is a joke. I suggest you write from the perspective of a girl orphan, and lift the veil of the past layer by layer... As for how to treat them If you put it on a string, you might as well find a theme that runs through the story—

Why does the mayor protect civilians?

Why is the boy willing to be an undercover agent?

Why did the girl's orphan survive?

As a digression, some information is only known to the person concerned and the closest people, but it seems incomprehensible in the eyes of onlookers. For example, I have a sniffer called Wallen. Only I know that it sleeps for a few hours a day, and only I know that it has become addicted to games recently...Don’t be surprised if it is no longer lavish one day, it may be that I banned its pocket money.

After reading your story, I am still convinced of this.

Finally, I suggest to change the name of the owl. When I called it ‘Zhu Weiqiong’ it looked unhappy. "

Hermione looked thoughtful after reading the letter: "Is it really bad?"

Ron snorted and laughed, "I said I shouldn't have Hedwig with the name of Little Pig (Ron's Owl), that would be too silly." Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"You also agreed at the time." She looked at Harry as if asking for advice.

Harry didn't notice her gaze, he lowered his head and pondered, "What will be the theme throughout the story? Is it guilty? Not quite right, Voldemort is not guilty."

"Man, the answer is pretty obvious," Ron said. Harry glared at him, and Ron turned and whistled.

On the weekend, Harry ran into Snape again at the door of the library, and Snape came out with two large thick books in his arms.

Harry felt relieved. This means that Snape hasn't locked the keyword Horcrux yet, and it's normal to think about it. Hermione rummaged through the restricted book area and couldn't find some reference materials. She still knew the name of the Horcrux!

The only book that mentions the word Horcrux is "Poisonous Magic", but the author of this book seems to be deliberately hanging people's appetite, only half talking.

How disappointed Harry was, how lucky he is now.

"Potter! What are you doing?" Snape strode over and said coldly. From this angle, Harry could see that the cover of the book he was holding was a distorted wizard's face. He seemed to be suffering from inhuman torture, his mouth opened so that he could squeeze half a coconut.

"I came to the library to look for books." Harry said.

He looked away from the cover of the book and stared at Snape's face. This was a completely spontaneous reaction, and from the first time they met, Snape had shown a strong unwarranted hatred. Harry also hated Snape, whether it was his slow, uncomfortable way of speaking, or his indifferent, stone-like eyes, as well as his greasy hair and huge hooked nose.

None of these factors made Harry like it, let alone they got together. Even if you don’t count this, Harry doesn’t think Snape is a qualified teacher—he is famous for his eccentric attitude, even Sirius is restraining himself to be fair as much as possible, but Snape deducts points. To be unscrupulous...

"I don't see it, you seem to be waiting for someone?" Snape said maliciously, staring at Harry's bulging pocket. "I guess you have contraband in your pocket. Give it out. Fee." Erqi will be interested."

Harry obediently took out the thing, which was a silver-gray substance like a liquid, which fell from the palm of his hand to the ground, piled up in a puddle, and gleamed.

Snape took a breath.

"This is my invisibility cloak, a relic left to me by my parents. It has saved me several times, from Voldemort." Harry stared into his eyes and said, "Professor Snape, it's a contraband. ?"

Snape didn't speak for a long time.

The two seemed to be engaged in a silent contest, at least Harry thought so. He had been prepared for this. If Snape was going to confiscate it—this was exactly what he wanted, he would be able to come back by turning his head, because the Invisibility Cloak was a birthday present from Principal Dumbledore.

Snape moved his eyes from the invisibility cloak and stared into Harry's eyes. After a while, he said coldly: "Put it away!"

Harry slowly bent down and picked up the invisibility cloak from the ground. At this point, he didn't know what to do, and his plan didn't tell him what to do next. After hesitating, he felt darkness in front of him, a wind blowing, and the hem of the black robe brushing his hair, Harry raised his head, only to see a hurried back.

Harry stared at Snape's back, and a strange emotion was growing in his heart. In the evening, he opened the door of the lounge, and Ron and Hermione eagerly gathered around, "Where have you been, Harry?" "Yeah, we searched everywhere."

"I went to the covered bridge." Harry mumbled.

"Covered bridge?" Ron looked at him unclearly, "Why are you going there, it's so cold outside—"

"Thinking about something," Harry said vaguely, and he went back to the dormitory without taking off his clothes, lying on the four-poster bed. He didn't sleep well that night, which caused him to go to class with dark circles under his eyes the next day.

"Tell me what color it is, Potter?" In the potions class, Snape's eyes gleamed maliciously. He used a spoon to scoop out the potion in Harry's cauldron and let it flow back into the class. All students can see clearly.

"Green," Harry said stiffly.

"What color should it be?" Snape asked again in his impenetrable voice.

"Pink," Harry replied.

"Pink, so you can tell." Snape repeated, and there was a burst of laughter around him. "Then you should know that what you cook is just a pot of waste water...you can only get zero points, Potter." He waved his wand and the liquid in the cauldron was swept away.

Harry sat down blankly, shaking with anger. He didn't do well enough, but Gore's potion was muffled, and Crabbe's cauldron was stinking and black smoke, but Snape gave him a zero score. Without thinking about it, Snape was targeting him.

He stared at the back of Snape returning to the podium. This time Harry didn't have any messy thoughts in his mind, he just wanted to chant a curse at him. The bat curse had a different temptation to him at this time. He had already imagined the scene of a group of bats flying out of Snape's huge hook nose.

"Don't be impulsive, Harry." Hermione tried to persuade him to calm down. Ron didn't have time to talk, his cauldron was steaming hot, spitting out yellow bubbles.

…

Felix had been wondering how Voldemort would appear in the school at the Ministry of Magic until late January when he heard Sirius complaining.

"It's okay to look for trouble," Sirius whispered. It's breakfast time. He is dealing with a steak that looks tough. Knives and forks hit the plate with a sour sound. "I don't know why the Ministry of Magic sent a team of people into the school at this juncture to check the effect of Apparition Transformation and follower's explicitness... Does this mean you can't believe me?"

"It's not bad, Professor Flivy praised you." Felix said casually while reading the Daily Prophet.

"This is—his—habit—" Sirius was still competing with his steak, because the plate broke with too much force. He pointed angrily with his wand, the plate immediately returned to its original shape, and pointed it again, and the steak fell apart.

"No, I have to ask Amelia what the **** she is doing!"

Felix didn't mean to blend in. He closed the newspaper and drank the last bit of milk.

"What have you been up to lately?"

"Build a house."

"Huh, sorry?"

"It's really building a house," Sirius said vaguely, devouring beef, "build all kinds of terrain, you know that you can't do this in the castle, and I think classroom 7 is not real enough... I want to take the students to the screaming hut. Take a risk, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is convenient for setting up some traps."

"You are still in school with your back on you." Felix reminded him.

"Thank you."

The two went to class separately, and the atmosphere in the seventh grade ancient magic writing class was very relaxed. Although it is the last year, but with a variety of novel teaching techniques, the students' progress has been very fast, and this is the subject they least need to worry about.

Felix took the students to classroom 7, and two ghosts drifted past them, talking as they walked, "Today's dessert is good."

The students are accustomed to this.

They passed through a wave-like barrier one by one, Felix stopped at the door, and waited until the last student jumped in. After a few more seconds, a figure exactly like him condensed in the air.

Felix's memory looked at his body up and down, grinning: "Are you going to do something bad?"

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