A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Slughorn clearly miscalculated. Felix thought as he handed the mead to the stiff-faced Snape. .

Slughorn should have been impressed by Severus and Lily's inter-academic friendship in that particular context during the First Wizarding War, and it's no wonder that professors are often well-informed, but know only On the surface, it rarely touches the deeper contradictions and emotional entanglements between students,

Combined with seeing Harry using old textbooks in class - Harry wasn't short of money - Ezlughorn gave Harry a little attention, and you could see that the textbook once belonged to Snape.

"For you, Harry, I forgot, you're underage." Felix took back the hand that he held out.

"Oh, don't be too strict, Felix. It's okay to drink less," Slughorn said with a wink.

He also seemed to find that Snape's relationship with Harry was not what he thought, so he changed the subject nimbly, he patted Harry on the shoulder, "Looks like I've been holding you by my side for too long, you should go find That's right, your friend, Harry." With that, he picked up a goblet from a tray held by a passing house-elf and handed it to Harry at random. Harry just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. , he thanked and left quickly. until I feel those sharp,

He was relieved after staring at the back of his head, and Professor Slughorn's lively voice loomed behind him.

"...Amelia Burns, she did a good job, back in the day..."

"Harry?" said a familiar voice.

"Neville, why are you here?" Harry said in surprise, as Neville hid under a wide golden veil.

Above his head hangs a string of small lanterns that are constantly flashing, and his face is colored against the background.

"I, I'll come and rest for a while," Neville said cautiously.

Harry followed his gaze and saw the Greengrass sisters, who were wearing beautiful emerald green gowns, surrounded by a small group of people like stars holding the moon. He asked a little puzzled, "What happened to them?

"They...talked to me," Neville stammered, the expression on his face lingering in fear.

"Just because of this?"

"Of course there's more than one, but Bryce Sabini, Marcos Belby, and even Malfoy!" said Neville, shocked. "They're acting weird, like they're different people." He suddenly raised his head,

He seemed to be taken aback by his own words.

Harry understood a little.

"Do you think they've been cast under the Imperius Curse, or replaced with a potion?" he asked softly.

Neville looked at Harry's face carefully. "You know why, don't you?"

"Isn't that the social etiquette they advocate." Harry said carelessly.

The two were speechless, and Neville looked at Harry's goblet and asked, "Where did you get your juice?"

"Professor Slughorn," Harry mumbled. He drank the sweet juice and felt his eyes were blocked. He took out his wand and turned the cup into a low stool. sit on it. Neville stared straight at Harry's stool.

"Need help?" Harry asked.

"Thank you so much," said Neville quickly.

So the two simply hid behind the curtain, sitting on the small bench and chatting happily. Harry tried a few times and managed to use the Silent Charm to bring a plate of beef patties from the table.

"Want some?" Harry asked, picking up a pie.

\"Thank goodness, I'm starving." Neville grinned.

The two devoured their food while looking at the others in the office. It wasn't until the singing from the ceiling died down that the two came out of the drapery.

"Oh my God!" Hermione appeared out of nowhere, almost bumping into them. "Where did you guys come from?"

She stared at the suspicious smears at the corners of their mouths - Neville still holding the empty plate - and over their shoulders to the golden drapery behind Harry and Neville.

"Never mind," Harry said, hiccupping, while quietly extending a leg and pushing the small stool into the drapery. "The party's over?\"

"I guess..." Hermione said, turning her head away.

At this time, Professor Slughorn walked to the center and said with a smile on his face: "I hope everyone has a good night tonight,

I can guarantee that this won't be the last..." The participants left one after another, and Felix and Snape walked to the corridor and talked in low voices.

\"What's hiding in classroom seven?" Snape asked bluntly.

Felix raised his eyebrows.

"This school year there was a sudden closure, the temporary room next door was ineffective, and I heard complaints from students," Snape said. "And ... that Professor Bagshot also showed interest."

He simply said a few words, turned and left.

Is this a reminder? Felix thought, as far as he knew, Snape had been very low-key since the beginning of the school, and it seemed that after the fall of Voldemort, he completely ignored Harry and Dumbledore.

By mid-October, the school finally posted an announcement setting the date for the first Hogsmeade weekend.

That morning, Harry woke up early. It was dark outside and the wind was howling. He stared at the curtain of the four-poster bed for a long time, but he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply pulled out the book "Advanced Potions" from the bottom of the bed. make"

Kill time.

Harry had refused to take this embarrassing textbook with him to Potions class since the very unpleasant little party, and he read a book with Ron for two weeks, until Ron's owl was little. Pig brought back the new textbook from Lihen Bookstore.

After that, this "Advanced Potions Making" was shelved by him—to be precise, under the bed.

Hermione's words saved its fate when she was stuffing rune symbols into a ghost book.

"In an objective evaluation, this book is actually quite good, not to mention that there are many notes from Professor Haipu on it.

Harry pondered to himself that the book had landed in his hands only because he was the only one who could barely make out Snape's sticky, rambling notes, which he had been in charge of sorting through during the OWLs last school year. useful notes, and when the new school year begins, its value is greatly diminished.

Harry opened the book from the middle and back, staring at the spell written in the blank space—Shen Feng Wu Ying, with the simple words "to the enemy" underneath. In fact, it's more than that. There are two different fonts below it, each with neat small characters to give notes.

One of the notes is directed at the spell itself: a cutting spell, which is fast and silent; with a little practice, it can cut off a person's head, and it works better on stones and metals. The anti-mantra is to heal quickly, recite it three times (approved by the inventor of the mantra),

It was the words that once terrified Harry.

And below Professor Heppe's comment, followed by Hermione's comment (it can be seen that she was annoyed at the time), 'Bad speech, are boys of that age full of violence in their heads? And I dare say,

It's an illegal spell...

Harry grinned and smiled silently. He could well imagine the mood in which Hermione had written this, but although he wasn't sure why the professor had thought of cutting people's heads—a thought Harry found terrifying—it didn't make much sense to him. Undoubtedly a clear warning.

Professor Heppe also left Yan Wei's comments on other handwritten spells. Toenail Growth Spell (little evil spell, good comic effect); Fuchsia (please make sure your opponent is wearing pants,

Or not, depending on how much you hate him); earplugs for the Hearing Charm (must be in the library, plus Hermione's note: got you, professor!); On the palate, it can assist in practicing silent spellcasting).

Harry stared at the instructions for the sticky spell, his thoughts drifting elsewhere for a moment. Is this spell useful for practicing Animagus? Sirius once told them a particularly unreliable piece of advice: use Stunning and Petrifying Charms to prevent unconsciously swallowing (or chewing) Mandela leaves during sleep. Harry thought, if you add the Binding Spell, you won't have to worry about day or night...

Harry shook his head vigorously, which was definitely a bad idea.

The time to study Animagus was set after Halloween. Counting him, Ron and Hermione, a total of a dozen students met the requirements. They have nearly a month to learn the theory, and then start their first attempt at Christmas, which minimizes the distress caused by the difficulty of speaking.

In the morning, the students lined up in a long line. Under the envious eyes of the junior wizards, they passed Filch's examination and went to Hogsmeade to play.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked at the oak gate.

"Still fiddling with her rune book, she can't wait to fill it up," said Harry, looking around.

"Well, it looks like it's just the two of us today," Ron sighed, but he was quick to cheer up, "how about going to Joko first? And then to Fred and George's store, and Literary Residence, I need to add a few quills, and finally have a drink at Three Brooms"

"In fact—" Harry looked at Ron with some embarrassment.

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny emerged from behind them and patted Harry on the shoulder happily. "Let's go."

Ron stared and cried out in disbelief, "You want to come with us?"

Ginny raised her pretty eyebrows, stepped forward, took Harry's arm, and looked at Ron demonstratively. Harry was so weird in his heart that he wanted to quietly withdraw his arm, but Ginny insisted not to let go,

"I think," she looked straight at Ron, "it's time to show a good brother example.

Ron was dumbfounded.

"Are you still going?" Filch roared wickedly, looking at them.

"Let's go!" Ginny turned her head, her hair flew into the air like flames for a moment, and dragged Harry away. Harry had never felt this way before: the road from school to Hogsmeade was too long, he didn't feel the joy of dating at all, even though Ginny was right next to him, the gruff reminders from behind him every now and then He Ron never got far.

"Where shall we go first?" said Ginny cheerfully.

"Uh... how about going to Joko first?" Harry racked his brains.

"and then?"

"I think we can go to Fred and George's store," said Harry slowly. "We might be able to meet them."

"Good idea! What else?"

"Go to the literati's house to buy a few quills, and finally have a drink at the three warm brooms. How about the plan?" Ron asked suddenly and muffled

"Oh, that sucks," said Ginny Kanchen.

They parted at the entrance of Hogsmeade - though Ron was reluctant, Ginny pushed him and wouldn't give up.

"Who's going on a date with my sister?" Ron muttered and stomped away.

Harry and Ginny came to Joko, but it was already boarded up.

"Oh, shit." Harry exclaimed suddenly as they turned towards 'Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry, leading Ginny down a fork in the road.

"What's the matter?" Ginny looked behind her head.

"Professor Slughorn," Harry said nervously, Ginny chuckled in his ear, making Harry's heart tick, he completely forgot Ron and left Ron alone It's good to blow the cold wind on the street

"How about we have a cup of tea at Madame Padrefer's Teahouse?" Harry asked, plucking up his courage.

It is a recognized date spot for Hogwarts couples.

Ginny looked at him, her eyes seemed to twinkle with stars

"What's the matter?" Harry asked confused, his face a little hot, and he didn't know if his own thoughts had been discovered.

Ginny grinned back and forth. "Okay," she said, straightening her back, smoothing her messy hair.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the teahouse. When they entered, everyone stared at them. Two little girls in the corner raised their mouths. Among them, the girl with protruding chin and long black hair chatted with her companions. what are you talking about

\"Leave them alone," said Ginny proudly, dragging Harry inside, but they circled the smoke-filled room and found no space. The two lower-grade girls had already left, but at this time, they sat back generously, folded their arms in unison, and frowned at Ginny.

"That's Romi Davani, and she's at the club discussing how to give you a love potion," Ginny said, looking anxiously around for a pair of seats.

"What?" Harry was shocked.

"Oh, don't make a fuss~www.readwn.com~ Some ideas are still quite interesting." Ginny said casually, then her eyes lit up, "Let's go over there!"

Harry murmured to himself, he thought it was obvious, Ginny was there, but instead of stopping her, she also got involved, at least heard a lot of interesting ideas'. This made him very annoyed, and then he thought of a key question, the club? what club?

There was an ominous shadow in Harry's heart. Maybe he should find a chance to chat with the Creeve brothers about the management of the club. For safety reasons, this matter cannot be delayed...

They came to the position by the window, where just two people stood up, one of them was a fine-faced old woman, buttoning her coat elegantly, and she handed a gift box to Daphne Greengrass.

Harry saw the delicate smile on Daphne's face again, something he was allergic to.

"...transfer it to him for me."

Daphne nodded, and the two walked out of Madame Paddyff's teahouse and separated from left to right.

On the other side, Ron wandered aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade, sucking a licorice wand,

Full of complaints. Then, he saw an old church lady in tattered grey clothes passing by, Ron gave it a look and didn't take it seriously, but the clumsy guy following the old woman caught his attention.

"Hey! Don—" Ron exclaimed excitedly. Suddenly, a wand pressed against his lower back.

"One more word and I'll kill you."

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