A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry squinted his eyes slightly, and the broom room was pitch black, with only a few wands emitting a faint light.

There were three people standing closest to them-Angelina, she was the captain of the Quidditch team; the other two, Harry, were also familiar. He recalled carefully and recognized that he saw it in the auditorium at noon. Of the weird couple. Harry couldn't figure out how they met Angelina, and hid in the broomstick with her trying to pull them in.

"Angelina, what is going on? And-who are they?"

Harry asked, Hermione poked him with her finger quietly behind him, which made him notice that there were three or four people standing in the corner, their faces mixed with wooden boxes, brooms, and cleaning tools, showing only part of their limbs. The outline of it looks like a monster with multiple arms and arms.

‘Angelina’ opened his mouth, and Ron suddenly interjected, “Beware that she is not herself, and may have used the compound decoction.” Harry thought Ron’s words were reasonable, and his heart suddenly lifted.

Someone was laughing in the dark, and Harry noticed that one of the big guys was looking down at something.

"Don't be suspicious, children." The tall student with his head down stood up and approached them. Harry squeezed his wand. He's usually seen this size only in Slytherin teams. Had Ron just reminded him that Angelina might be fake, he would have thought of the captains of the two teams colluding.

In the darkness, the silhouette of the speaker bent down slightly and dropped something on the ground. Harry realized that it was a magic lamp, and the next second the room lit up.

The bright and soft light completely illuminates the little broomstick.

At this moment Harry, Ron and Hermione finally got a glimpse of the whole house.

Counting them, there are eight people in total. The three of them... Harry didn't consciously consider how they would win once they started. Although it seems that the opponent did not show any hostility at the moment, Harry can be sure that the'Angelina' in front of him is by no means a ball he is familiar with. Team captain.

"I'm Tonks." "Angelina" said. She closed her eyes and made a contemplative expression. Her face gradually changed to another look, and her hair turned pink.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione opened their mouths wide.

"It's really you! Then, then they—" Harry stammered.

Tonks seemed to be in a good mood. She pointed to Harry and felt familiar with two people and said, "This is Frank and Alice. You have met in the Order of the Phoenix before, although you have another face now..." She again Pointing to the person in the corner, "Alastor and Kingsley."

These people greeted them one after another.

"Sorry, I might have scared you." Alice Longbottom said, "but you are really amazing." She pointed to the bruise on her wrist, and then wiped her wand on the scratched skin, and it healed immediately. .

Harry felt that what happened today was unbelievable, but he at least solved one doubt: the two people across the table during the day were the Longbottoms. They were not looking at him, but at Neville next to him... but more doubts It happened. Why did they show up in the school collectively and pretend to be students?

Hermione took a breath and hissed, "Are you chasing Umbridge and Avery?"

Harry and Ron suddenly realized.

"Keen girl," said the big student in a Slytherin green robe. Harry saw the shadow of Professor Moody from the way he walked. The big student raised the paper in his hand, dense lines and black spots. Flashed by.

"Live the map?" Harry said in surprise.

"Did you recognize it? No wonder, I heard that you also have a similar one, or the original one-this one was given by Felix," Moody said, his voice became younger, and there was no blue in his eye sockets. Harry's fake eyes rolled around, making Harry very uncomfortable, but the next second his intact, much younger eyes stared at them: "Little guys, you almost disrupted the plan."

The three immediately became nervous.

"Don't scare them, crazy-eyed man." Kingsley said with a smile. He still has a dark face and a lot of pigtails on his head. At first glance, he looks a bit like Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan. But Harry knew that he was always dressed bald.

Harry felt like he was attending a fancy dress party.

Kingsley said mildly: "We were indeed related to Umbridge and Avery when we went to school, but we also had other tasks."

"What's the task?" Ron asked impatiently.

Kingsley shook his head slightly.

"Voldemort involved? Do you need help?" Harry tentatively made suggestions based on what he had just heard in the abandoned girls' bathroom.

Kingsley blinked at him.

"Okay, okay, there will be time for the old days-let's finish the business first." Moody said, his eyes were on Harry, Ron, and Hermione, even though it was a completely different face right now. , A lot more straightforward than Moody's face, but they still feel the pressure subconsciously.

"I saw it all on the map. The ghost named Myrtle led you to the girls' bathroom, didn't you?" He waved his hand at the map of the living spot, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione murmured nodding. . Moody snorted and paced back and forth in a small area. "It looks like your school life is rich and colorful, but you really shouldn't disturb them."

"But they forced Malfoy to make a contract—" Hermione said eagerly.

"Still an unbreakable vow!" Ron said. "That thing is terrible."

"Yeah, we can't just watch..." Harry murmured.

Moody stopped pacing, and everyone else showed surprise expressions.

"This is surprising," Moody said, glaring at them, with a skeptical look on his face. "Tell me what you know, and we'll help analyze it. Granger, come on." He nodded. Hermione's name.

"Oh, yes, Professor Moody." Hermione was a little surprised.

Moody grinned silently, and Harry was finally sure that the smile was scary enough no matter which face it appeared on.

"I have been your professor, although it has only been half a year, but your paper impressed me. To be honest, it would be nice to have such an assistant when I work, at least not to worry about the report."

"Professor Haipu thinks so too." Ron murmured.

"I also helped you write a few reports, Alastor." Tonks reminded me kindly, "You gave me time points."

"Yes," Moody said. "It's strange that I didn't look for you again."

"Um-" After talking and laughing, Hermione cleared her throat and began to describe their experience. "We came back from the library, it was about eight o'clock at the time-and then I met the'Crying Myrtle' halfway, and she told us -"

Hermione finished.

The people in the broomstick did not speak for a while, and each fell into contemplation. This made Harry and the three people a little uncertain about their attitude, and Hermione asked softly, "That—did we do it wrong?" She thought of the'plan' that Moody mentioned at the beginning, and worried that she would inadvertently destroy it. .

"No, you did a great job." Kingsley comforted her. "We locked Umbridge and Avery early, but we also suspected that there were other internal responses in the school, so we have been using maps to monitor them these days. I hope I can follow the vines, just like tonight. But we can’t squat under their noses to figure out what they said, let alone know that they forced the students to make an unbreakable vow...you saved it. child."

"Boy of Death Eaters," Moody said contemptuously.

"But it's also a student in school." Kingsley nodded and said.

"He may also be a Death Eater in the future, just like his father and uncle and aunt." Moody snarled in a low voice.

"You'd better make it clear that it was the aunt who married Lestrange," Tonks said happily, "to avoid accidental injury."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Moody said angrily.

Harry wanted to laugh a little. He thought of the "pureblood dilemma" Sirius had mentioned to him, and picked up one and pulled out a string... But it was not when he was laughing, the atmosphere in the broomstick was a little serious, and Frank on the side intervened. "But that kid is not a Death Eater at least now. If we work hard, he won't have this chance even if he wants to inherit the family business."

"I hope so." Moody's young face was a little disappointed.

"Alastor just talked about it. In fact, he is more principled than us." Kingsley comforted Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who was a little bit stunned: "He will also do it in your position. Make the same choice, so don’t have the psychological pressure. You did a good thing today. I heard that your relationship with Malfoy is not good? This is even more impressive. Go back and have a good sleep—"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the three of Harry looked back in horror, "Are you any other people?"

"It may be Emilyn," Moody murmured, and he took up his wand and motioned for the others to be quiet.

The door opened, and a girl with straw-colored hair and a round face came in, carrying a cloth pocket, "The food in the kitchen is much richer than I thought." She said happily, Harry always felt that Where did he see this face, he guessed it might be from a certain senior student just like'Angelina'.

"Hey, are you guys here? Do you want some?" Emilyn Vance asked, taking out the food in her pocket and sharing it with others.

"No, thanks," Harry said, and Ron and Hermione also shook their heads. "Right," Harry turned to look at Tonks, "Where is the real Angelina?"

"Of course she is in her bedroom now," Tonks said, taking a bite of the pie in his hand, "I told her that when she was thinking about the game plan by herself, I would temporarily borrow her identity. , You know, I’m Yirong Magnus. Others rely on the compound soup to deform. Aristo, Frank, and Alice use ordinary human hair. Anyway, the school is so big, no one can guarantee to know everyone. …Emilyn has a relative in school. Usually the two of us gather information outside."

Harry nodded, and Emilyn turned around and came to him again, raising the pockets in her hands, Ron and Hermione each holding a chocolate muffin in their hands, and smiling at him weepingly.

"I made up my homework all night, and I was a little hungry," Ron whispered.

"Eat some, I asked the house elf in the kitchen for more desserts." Emilyn Vance said kindly.

Harry was so kind, picked up a fried jam donut, and ate it silently.

"Why come back so late?" Moody asked.

Emileen Vance sighed, "There is a club in the kitchen. They exchanged cooking experience with the house elves and had a lot of fun. I finally caught a single person and asked him to help... Really Fresh, we didn't have such a thing at that time."

"Well, can I ask a question?" Ron asked.

Several people looked at him, and Kingsley smiled, "What do you want to ask? We won't disclose anything that needs to be kept secret."

"What are they doing at school—I mean Umbridge and Avery?"

"You should ask the mysterious people what they want to do, they can't help themselves. Sabotage, stealing, inquiring about information... are all possible, but the possibility of sabotage is unlikely."

"Why do you say that?" Ron asked, wiping the cake residue on his mouth.

Several people glanced at each other, and Frank Longbottom carefully replied: "Because the gain is not worth the loss. We judged that-those two people should be the few undercover agents of the mysterious man in the Ministry. After all, we have the upper hand and are willing to rely on the past. There are not many people. And it’s different from the last war—after the Anti-thief Falls, it’s no longer possible to use confusing magic like Imperius. Principal Dumbledore also confirmed this."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione then bowed their heads for the opportunity to eat, and exchanged meaningful glances at each other. They probably knew Voldemort's purpose, the Horcrux... It was just that Harry wondered if Headmaster Dumbledore had a good Horcrux in his hand, why not hurry up and destroy it?

"Well, I want to ask a question too, can I?" Hermione asked.

"Well, one question per person. Then you go back to bed obediently." Kingsley said in a coaxing tone.

"How long do you plan to stay?" Hermione said. Harry looked up excitedly, and couldn't help applauding Hermione in his heart.

"Can't stay too long." Tonks said with regret: "No matter what they plan to do, they must act in these few days. That's why they arranged for us to come in, staring at a few more pairs of eyes... and drag on the magic. People from the Ministry are going back."

"Well, enough talk," Moody interrupted her as he looked at Harry. "Last question."

Harry stuffed the last bit of fried jam donuts into his mouth, and asked awkwardly, "Professor Moody, have you seen Professor Snape on the map? What is he doing? And Sirius?" He He added another sentence guiltyly.

"Snape's name is not on it. Felix said it when he gave me the map and erased his name." Moody said calmly, seemingly not aware of the specificity of Harry's question. "As for Sirius, he was a little angry, thinking that we didn't tell him the first time, now--" He lowered his head and stared at the map of the spot, "He is going around in his office, maybe thinking about the problem."

He clapped his hands and ended the conversation today.

"Children, I have to thank you for your noble behavior today, but you have to hurry back, because the lights are about to be turned off outside. When you go back, pay attention to confidentiality. You know a lot of inside information because we treat you as our own people," he Seeing Harry wanted to answer, he waved his hand and continued: "It's not a junior, it's the relationship between future companions and comrades in arms. I have heard about the club you run in the past two days, the frontline observation station... That's good."

"Remember, the Dark Wizard cannot be finished. There will be time in the future for you to flex your muscles. But not now."

Harry said disappointedly, "So we don't have to do anything?"

This question made Moody hesitate. He looked at Ron and Hermione with the same look of expectation, and said, "If there is a disturbance in the school these two days, you can help to maintain order. But it is likely that you will pass without feeling anything."

"Without threatening your own safety." Kingsley added.

"Okay," Harry said. The three of them walked out of the broomstick.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Voldemort was walking in a long, gloomy underground passage, flanked by green torches, and Bellatrix Lestrange followed him.

"Master, can they succeed?" Bellatrix asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter whether they succeed or not." Voldemort said coldly. After such a long time, he has completely calmed down, but his desire for his Horcrux has increased with the passage of time.

Especially after he failed to make a new Horcrux.

After the Battle of Hogsmeade, Voldemort realized that Old Dumbledore knew the secret of the Horcrux. Although he was frightened, he was not overly frightened. Calm down and think about it. Dumbledore has been cursed. It will last a few years. To die. At that time, there will be only one Felix Haipu left, and he firmly believes that at least he will not fail. Even to say that when it's critical, it's not impossible to change one life for another. After all, he still has a Horcrux next to him, and he can continue to make a Horcrux.

But when he planned to make a new Horcrux from the death of Principal Iphamoni, the violent tremor in his soul made him frightened, as if he would disappear in the next second.

Voldemort realized that he might not be able to split the soul anymore.

The inability to divide the soul means that it is impossible to make new Horcruxes, which means that every Horcrux that still exists today is extremely important.

That is not one life, but countless lives.

The news that Severus brought back was mixed-he did not find the remains of the locket from the old house in Black ~ www.readwn.com~ but the house elf did survive, which shows that he thought he was loyal His servant really betrayed him and gave him a fatal blow.

But combined with the information that Regulus Black had died, he could probably guess that Regulus had not had time to destroy the Horcrux, and instead exchanged his own life for the life of the house elf.

He was confident enough in the magic trap he had laid out.

"It's stupid." He gritted his teeth.

"Master?" Bellatrix looked at him puzzled.

Voldemort ignored her, and continued to walk in the gloomy corridor, deeper and deeper into the ground, and a rustling noise came from the end.

The house elves do have some tricks, and he has some trouble in this matter... However, the house elves are too weak to destroy the Horcrux. If Severus hadn't found the locket in the old house, it probably fell in the hands of Old Dumbledore.

The whereabouts of two Horcruxes are unknown...Voldemort clenched his fists sharply, his eyes flashing dangerously red.

Just as Dumbledore knew about Voldemort, Voldemort thought he had seen Dumbledore thoroughly. He knew one thing: whether the two Horcruxes are still there, he will surely destroy them all before Dumbledore's death...

Voldemort inhaled deeply, "Bella," he said softly, and Bellatrix looked up at him respectfully.

"Assemble all the forces."

"But--"

Voldemort glanced at her coldly, and she immediately stopped talking.

For Voldemort, even if all his servants are dead, he will not feel distressed, but the premise is that the death is worthwhile. And in his heart, if he can stumble a few opponents a little and buy some time for his plan, they are also considered dead.