A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Oh, of course." Tecross woke up from the confused expression, "So-right, are there any other students who want to try? I know that under this special situation, some parents may be out of safety considerations. Violation of the prohibition... The Ministry of Magic does not intend to pursue it for the time being."

Harry's heart moved. He stared at Malfoy. Malfoy had shown off to him a long time ago, saying that the professor had promised him private tutoring spells, including Apparition.

But Malfoy didn't mean to stand up, until the end, he just completed the appearance of the entourage easily under the guidance of Mr. Diggory.

One week passed in a blink of an eye.

The Ministry of Magic and his party spent two days sifting through more than a thousand students from top to bottom at Hogwarts. In the end, fewer than one hundred students failed to meet the requirements. According to Tecross, "I was really impressed, and it greatly reduced our workload."

"If you are a few months late, the number of students who do not meet the standard will be even smaller." Sirius said, not knowing whether it was proud or complaining.

"Ms. Bones is very anxious," Tecross said half-concealed.

Sirius's heart moved. He pulled Tecross aside and said in a low voice: "I know that I have been an assistant minister for nearly two months and have a good relationship with Amelia. She told me... Hasn't the situation improved yet?"

"Oh, I also found out by accident," Tecross said: "The number of Muggle victims has been increasing recently. Many of them were discovered during private investigations by the Ministry. Their bodies were also stolen... Ms. Bones is worried that the mysterious person will make big moves."

Sirius frowned.

When he asked Felix about this matter, Felix appeared unusually calm.

"Voldemort did it himself, he seems to be planning to create a batch of corpses."

"We should stop him!" Sirius said eagerly.

"I thought too, but—I just said,'Voldemort's hands-on,' he didn't use any Death Eaters' power. And when he wants to do this, you can't catch him."

Sirius' face froze, and he murmured, "There must be something to do."

"We made some preparations. In fact, it might be just these few days--" Felix said to Angelina Johnson, who was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, "Miss Johnson?"

Angelina walked over slowly, "Are you calling me, Professor Haipu?" Her companion was looking here leisurely.

"Yeah, I want to remind you that your hair color is not the same as I've seen before." Felix said calmly.

Angelina yelled, turned out a small mirror from her robe, and looked at it carefully. She frowned, and a very abrupt strand of pink hair in her ponytail turned back to black.

"Tonks?"

Sirius growled low.

"Hi, Sirius, long time no see."'Angelina' waved at him.

"The other one—could it be Remus?" Sirius was taken aback, staring at the other **** the bench in disbelief.

"Oh, he didn't come, guarding the sword fort. That's Emilyn Vance, Kingsley and Mad-Eye are there, they withdrew from the Department of Mysteries."

Sirius stared, "Since when did it start?"

"Yesterday." Tonks said cheerfully.

In the next two days, Sirius worked hard to find students with abnormal performance in the classroom, and became a little suspicious. He always felt that which student was Mad-Eye Moody, or Kingsley, or Mondungus.

After class, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to eat in the auditorium.

"Sirius talked about these two gods," Harry said.

"I wanted to ask," Ron said with a grin. "Do you play a game of frisbee when you are alone?"

Harry gave him a light hammer.

"Hi, Neville, Dean, Seamus." Harry said hello and sat down in the empty seat next to them. Dean and Seamus seemed to be begging Neville to do something, and Dean eagerly said, "Recite the spell for me again-that daydreaming spell, I found that my learning efficiency has become higher."

"Professor Haipu told me that this magic cannot be abused." Neville whispered.

"It's useless occasionally," Seamus said, shaking his head.

Harry knew this magic. During the Christmas holiday, Ginny inquired about part of the Auror training content from Tonks. After school started, they imitated the training used in the frontline observation station. The result was not ideal: the huge amount of training suppressed the members' complaints, no Everyone can adapt to mechanically repeated spellcasting.

Later Neville stood up and talked about a magic he learned. The first time Harry experienced the Daydreaming Curse, it was quite shocking—it was completely a replica of the universe and starry sky magic that he experienced on the golden invitation card. Of course, objectively speaking, the effect is much worse, mainly because Harry's Occlumency constantly reminds him: everything he feels is fake. This greatly reduced Neville's magical effect.

But for other members, this magic allowed them to experience a spiritual baptism. Compared with the vast starry sky, their worries are nothing, and those who have experienced this magic will at least cheer for a while.

"It's a bit like the amulet made by Cedric, but it's obviously two ways. I like this better." Fred commented.

...

Recovering from the memory of the last club activity, Harry keenly felt someone staring at them. He followed his senses and looked at them. At the opposite table sat two students, a man and a woman. They seemed to be a couple. When Harry looked back at them, they smiled at Harry.

In the evening, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out of the library, it was getting late, and they were almost the last batch to come out. The three of them were walking in the empty corridor, and Ron was cursing Snape and his assignments in a different way.

This was a pioneering work, Harry thought. Ron seemed to have found a real use for the divination class—they could get a steady stream of unlucky inspirations from the class and splice them to Snape. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of them, and the ghost of a girl passed quickly in front of them.

"Myrtle?" Harry said in surprise, he hadn't seen her in a long time.

"Oh, it's you," Myrtle was also taken aback~www.readwn.com~ She turned and was about to float away, and then settled in the air, as if she had been petrified. She turned slowly, her big raised eyes glaring at them from behind the thick white round glasses. Harry felt uncomfortable. It was a look of scrutiny, weighing, and he thought of Malfoy.

"You too," she continued.

"What are you talking about?" Ron murmured, "We've been very tired after a day of homework. Now we want to go back to bed and sleep."

"Are you friends with Draco?" Myrtle asked.

"Who?" Ron raised his head stubbornly.

"Draco, Draco Malfoy." Myrtle said, "He's having a little trouble. I don't know who to call, but I definitely shouldn't call a professor. That will make things worse... "She babbled, floating in mid-air.

"He won't be stuffed into the toilet, will he?" Ron said excitedly, "By the way, blocked your home?"

"Rude!" Myrtle fell from mid-air and yelled to Ron. Then she drifted up slowly, covering her face and said shyly: "But he is indeed in my bathroom." The next second she became anxious, "You can't help, it's too late!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

"I don't want to be caught in the girls' bathroom." Ron mumbled.

"You have been there many times." Hermione pointed out.

They have indeed been there more than once. In the second grade, they spent a considerable amount of time making compound decoction in it. Later, after being discovered by Malfoy, they moved to other places.

"Maybe, but for Malfoy..." Ron said hesitantly, and they looked at Harry and waited for Harry to make a decision.

"Let's take a look." Harry said at last.