A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Umbridge never expected that this sniffle would have a valuable defense item on her body. She only heard that the 'Future World' company was developing similar products, and the Ministry of Magic recently ordered a batch... That's right! She suddenly woke up: 'Future World' and Felix Hepper, to a certain extent, they are equivalent.

Umbridge looked left and right, and there was no one around. She found that the sniffling was still stuck in the same place stupidly, and took out a small wooden stick and gestured at her. Umbridge made up her mind and moved closer.

She squeezed a smile on her broad face and said in a sweet tone, "What a cute little guy... Can I hug you?"

Warren shivered, waving a small wooden stick and backing away.

The dark shadow of Umbridge covered Warren's small shadow, and Warren was quickly cornered. Umbridge grinned, and the next second she saw the small wooden stick in Sniff's hand lit up in the dark. This scene is familiar, she seems to have seen it somewhere... Umbridge just thought of Filch, and a strong whirlwind appeared from the bottom of her feet, dragging her whole body into the air.

The gems on the exclusive wand, which the Great Demon King called required 'careful use', lit up one by one, the wind continued to increase, forming a strong spiral, and after a few seconds, a terrible whimper sounded like a knife, and Snowflakes fell, and Umbridge, who was trapped in the freezing wind, staggered to and fro, making a pig-killing cry.

Warren looked at the screaming Umbridge anxiously, worried that he would be in trouble, he put away his exclusive wand and quickly slipped away. It is going to go to the Great Demon King to complain.

"boom!"

Umbridge fell from the air, his face covered with **** scratches, his clothes were tattered, his gray-brown hair was like a hornet's nest, and it was still covered with ice.

She got up from the ground, shaking with anger. At the same time, the fear of that person that was suppressed in her heart seems to have returned-it's okay to let the Squib cast spells. Although she can't figure it out, it's still a person, but let a sniffle use magic... She doesn't know herself The humiliation or shock in my heart is stronger.

After a while, she came back to her senses, hurriedly treated her wounds with a few lame healing spells, and left quickly. She crossed the corridor and came to the foyer, where Mafalda was distributing tomorrow's newspaper under the bulletin board, and in front of her stood six or seven little wizards.

"Remember, focus on promoting the first piece of news. Recently, a perverted student sneaked into the women's toilet at night, intending to do something bad - remind everyone to pay attention to safety."

The two boys hugged each other in fear.

Mafalda rolled her eyes at them, "It's the girls' bathroom, girls! It's none of your business, understand?"

A little girl asked in horror: "Who is that pervert?"

"The client didn't say--cough, I mean, it hasn't been investigated yet, you can mobilize others to pay attention." Mafalda remedied, she almost leaked her mouth just now, in order to divert her eyes, she encouraged: "Work hard, and I promise to ask someone to buy you gifts next Hogsmeade weekend."

"Is there really someone advertising?" the girl who asked the question just now asked timidly.

"Of course, but many of them are hidden advertisements. Have you seen the confession letter in Article 2? There is also Article 5 Professor Boubaji recruiting assistants? This shows that we have expanded our customers to professors! Sooner or later, there will be One day, I'm going to stand in the headmaster's office and interview Headmaster Dumbledore..."

Umbridge, who passed by covering his face, suddenly stopped and looked at Mafalda in disbelief. Mafalda was giving a speech with great interest, when she suddenly noticed that the little wizard in front of her looked over her shoulders and looked behind her. She turned her head, a large fat chin close at hand.

Mafalda was startled. Staring at the dirty Umbridge for a while, why didn't she realize that this person looked like a toad? Maybe it's the angle, she thought. She subconsciously took two steps back and glanced at it with confirmation, but once some thoughts appeared, they couldn't be erased.

"I've seen you, you're from the Ministry of Magic, what's the matter?"

Umbridge grinned, tugging at her wound, "Hey, little girl, I heard what you just said, you are the editor-in-chief of Mystery Wall Newspaper? I didn't expect it to be so small—"

"Are you going to buy a newspaper?" Mafalda interrupted.

Umbridge stared at bulging eyes and asked after a moment, "How much?"

"Three nuts. In fact, it's more cost-effective to buy two. Only five nuts are half the price of the Daily Prophet." Mafalda skillfully solicited business, "Even Warren is mine. loyal readers."

"That sniff?" Umbridge stared straight at Mafalda, Mafalda nodded for no apparent reason, and Umbridge screamed immediately.

In the distance, Felix, who was walking towards the kitchen with Valen in his arms, raised his head. What was this sound?

"Ha! (It's that woman!

a few minutes ago--

Warren passed through the hall and glanced quickly in the auditorium. After failing to see Felix, he turned around and returned to the hall, and was caught by Felix who suddenly appeared. Warren immediately cried out in grievance, "Well, um, I know, she is really bad." Felix let it speak, echoing from time to time.

"Let's get something to eat in the kitchen, grilled fish? Cakes? I just figured out a trick - how to make food emotional. Would you like to try a tearful creme brulee? Well, don't you like it, that's ok , we can try other combinations..."

They made their way down the hallway, when Mafalda had just led her party downstairs. It wasn't long before exaggerated screams were heard.

Felix frowned. What the **** was Umbridge doing?

...

February brought not only the gradually warmer weather, but also the protracted Valentine's Day, which the students were looking forward to. Especially when the new Hogsmeade weekend and Valentine's Day arrived together, the students were ecstatic.

"There's still a week left for the holidays!" a Ravenclaw girl shouted during the morning meal. She happily showed a beautiful bow to her friend, "I'm going to tie it to the wall of Madame Padrefer's tea house." Across the table, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together with no expression on their faces. The joy of the upcoming holiday.

"Tomorrow they're leaving," Harry whispered, squinting at the Ministry of Magic as they sat at the long Slytherin table eating between Umbridge and the young man named Avery. far away.

"It looks like a thief with a guilty conscience," said Ron.

"They're not going to do it on the last day, are they? Or after the lights go out?" he thought on a whim. "Mad-Eye also said that they might come to steal something, and midnight is the best time. Like Quirrell, he was also there. Action in the middle of the night..."

"At least they don't have a chance during the day," said Hermione. "Did you bring a Marauder's map, Harry?"

"Bring it," Harry whispered, taking advantage of his porridge to dig a corner of a stack of parchment from his pocket. "An extra pair of eyes is always good," he said, not to mention Professor Moody's There were a few people missing from the map, but Harry didn't say it, lest it be another argument.

"It's actually three pairs of eyes," Ron corrected him with a grin.

"It's the entire frontline lookout station, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes at them. "The 'reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance' subject information you sent from your last event, don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Harry seemed embarrassed and whispered, "That's the best way, isn't it?"

Hermione sighed, "Have you noticed that your tone resembles that of Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Harry looked at her dumbfounded.

"You've always complained that the grown-ups don't tell you everything, and now you're hiding from the club members—"

"I'm doing it for their own good! Prevent leaks! And, and the less people know about that, the better," Harry stammered as he explained, then looked startled.

Could this be the reason?

Can Dumbledore and Professor Hepp, or even Professor Moody and Kingsley's attitude towards him and his attitude towards Neville, Seamus, and Luna be equated? Harry lowered his head and thought, and a voice inside him said, I'm not like them. But then a new problem arose, and what was different... I couldn't stay out of it, Harry told himself, everyone else might give up, but he would never. Even if Voldemort's power is ten times, a hundred times stronger than it is now, even if Voldemort has defeated everyone and ruled the wizarding world, as long as he is alive, he will stand on the opposite side of Voldemort.

Harry was very convinced of this.

Then he saw Neville and Hannah passing by and knew they were going to take a herbal class together. Harry stared at Neville, his face was not as round as it was in first grade, but with firm lines. If something was particularly dangerous, Harry felt that he would refuse the other members to take risks, but he might Wouldn't say no to Neville because he knew that Neville treated Voldemort and the Death Eaters just like him...

Hermione suddenly looked at the opposite dining table and said sarcastically, "He's a kind-hearted senior." Harry and Ron hurriedly looked over, Chesterton Avery and a group of Slytherin students While chatting happily, the words "prefect" and "majesty" were vaguely heard. Pansy listened intently, with an eager expression, but did not notice that Draco Malfoy next to her didn't say a word.

Harry read intense disgust in his eyes.

"He wouldn't want to find a chance to get in touch with Malfoy, would he?" Hermione whispered. "Don't the tabloids work?"

"Malfoy won't give him a chance if he's smart enough," Harry affirmed. During the next breakfast time, they would glance at the direction of the Slytherin table from time to time. After a while, the Slytherin students stood up one after another, and Malfoy put down his knife and fork decisively and left with the main group.

Crabbe and Goyle were quite skeptical about the fact that there was food left on the plate, but were reluctantly dragged away by Malfoy.

"Look," said Harry.

They also hurried to finish their breakfast and hurried to the herbal class. On the way Harry had time to pick up on the thoughts that had been interrupted by Hermione, and he had to admit that Hermione had a point, albeit only a little... He thought as he ran across the courtyard to the conservatory, he was Headmaster Dumbledore, too, would treat a man destined to be Voldemort's enemy in a different light, and occasionally reveal some secrets, but he certainly wouldn't tell the whole truth.

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry muttered.

"What?" Hermione asked grumpily. They were taking a short cut through the muddy vegetable patch. The snow was half melted, and the walk was so laborious that half of her shoes got stuck in the mud.

"I said thank goodness no Snape class today," Harry exclaimed.

Of course what he said was not sincere. In fact, he'd been staring at Snape in Potions class lately, intentionally or not, trying to see if he was approaching a Horcrux from the look on his face, even ignoring his taunts at the cost of Harry taking another two zeros.

The greenhouse was in the distance, and Harry saw the students standing outside. He walked a few steps quickly, just in time to open the greenhouse from the inside, but he was surprised by the people who came out. It was Snape in black. Standing beside him was Professor Hepp. Harry also saw the man behind them. Professor Bubagi and the smiling Professor Sprout.

He remembered a message he had read in the Mystery Wall tabloid that Professor Boubaji had applied to build a new greenhouse and had been recruiting students for work-study programs for some time.

"Pomona, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with the concept of self-pollination." Professor Boubaji said eagerly.

"This is not new knowledge." Professor Sprout's tone suddenly became dry.

"Oh, I thought it was only Muggles—" Professor Bubbage apologized in a low voice, while Felix and Snape had already left.

...

"Voldemort is coming, what's the plan?" Felix asked briskly, as they walked on the lawn, where the sun was mild and not harsh.

"I don't think it's the final showdown, so I'm unlikely to meet him, it'll reduce a lot of embarrassment," Snape said slowly. "As for my plan - to pretend to be stuck."

"Stumbled? So you're going to go undercover?" Felix frowned. "Have you made up an excuse?"

"There's always an excuse," Snape said softly, "but I'm going to make something for those two idiots so they don't get into trouble - if they fail again, it's not my fault. . Let them bear the Dark Lord's wrath, his hope of immortality."

"Tsk. What did you guess?"

"Horcrux." Snape said coldly, Felix was quite surprised, but he didn't expect Severus to investigate it alone.

"But how do you—"

"List the black magic names I can find - I happen to have enough discernment in this area, and then rule them out one by one. I narrowed it down to ten, but couldn't finalize the answer until I was at Honeyduke's door. Met Professor Slughorn," Snape said lightly.

Felix had no idea other than lamenting the coincidence, although there was some trace of it all - Dumbledore took Harry to visit Slughorn several times during his fourth-year summer vacation, with Severus' keenness To the extent, he could definitely guess that Slughorn had a huge secret, and what was lacking was just some associations. And—Felix reckoned that Severus must have contributed the best level of platitude in his chat with Slughorn, possibly even in the name of Dumbledore? This made the opponent not have much defense.

Will Severus guess that Harry is a Horcrux? Felix thought, but this is not his trouble, let Dumbledore have a headache!

"Have you considered Potter sabotaging your plans?" Snape said suddenly.

"What's wrong with him?" Felix suddenly remembered the letter.

"He tempted me." Snape squeezed the words out of his teeth.

Felix turned his head and endured very hard, "Oh, hey." He said with a straight face: "Don't worry, I will consider his influence... Maybe this is a good thing, the more people involved, the harder it is to understand. Clear the messy threads. I will find a chance to talk to Dumbledore and make more plans."

After separating from Snape, Felix used a telescopic mirror to contact Lupin, who was nesting in the Sword Castle.

"I have a hunch that the Sword Castle will be attacked today, between six and eight in the evening. The things I have left in the storage room can come in handy."

"Excellent." The other side said softly, "I've been planning to organize a staff party, and they've been working hard lately... By the way, how did you get the exact time, crystal ball or tea leaves?"

"Neither, I saw the moon phase," Felix joked.

"Oh—you can actually ask me directly," Lupin said cheerfully. "I think I have more say, since the full moon is only a few days away."

"Is your body okay?"

"I can barely bear it. Severus' medicine is better than the one on the market, and of course, it tastes more bitter. I'm worried that I will suffer from sweetness one day."

"At least I know what I'm getting you for next Christmas." Felix said optimistically: "I'll also be staring at the map. Once the attack happens, I'll be there as soon as possible, so pay attention and save your life. "

"What about the school?" The opposite asked in surprise.

"The best outcome is a time lag and I have to show up in the company no matter what."

Felix was about to put away the sound transmission mirror when Lupin's hesitant voice came from the mirror, "...Felix, do you know Fenrir?"

"The notorious werewolf?" Felix said casually. "I don't know. What happened to him?"

"Dead. On the third day after being incarcerated by the Ministry of Magic, before the Ministry had figured out how to deal with his amnesia, he turned into pus with a 'puchi', and it is said that the smell in the interrogation room could hardly be smelled— —”

"Stop describing it." Felix said with a dark face~www.readwn.com~ He bet he heard a chuckle from the other side.

"Well, Professor Hepp, Moonface says hello. And—thank you."

In the evening, the sun gradually set in the west over the treetops of the forbidden forest, and the sky darkened. After dinner, Wicky Tekros conducted apparition and entourage remedial lessons in the auditorium as usual, and there were fewer than thirty students left.

"Umbridge and Avery aren't here again?" Tekros asked sullenly, in a bad mood now.

Although Professor Tofody was nominally the captain of the team, he was older and only showed up at the beginning, and then these days, the most experienced Wicky Tekros was in charge.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Tycross," Avery said apologetically, a young man hurried over, "I'm late."

Wicky Tekros nodded curtly, and he waited a few more minutes, but Umbridge still didn't show up. Annoyed, he decides to highlight her dereliction of duty in his report when he returns. "We're going to continue the class," he announced.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was doing his homework. The professors don't care about Valentine's Day, so instead of reducing their homework, their assignments increase as the new semester begins.

He pressed the Marauder's map under the parchment, staring at it from time to time.

Suddenly, he stood up with a 'chick', his knee hit the leg of the table with a loud bang, and Ron, Hermione, and even Neville, Seamus, and Dean who were a few tables away were startled. Jump, and the others in the lounge also looked over.

Harry held back his tears and stared at the Marauder's Map, the little dot that belonged to Umbridge was moving fast, the direction was the Headmaster's office, and the office--

There is no one at the moment.