A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 210: Worry and guesswork

When Felix came out of the headmaster's office, he was still thinking about Dumbledore's last advice to him: never try to play with people's hearts.

He shook his head, ready to see Hagrid's big dog, that guy should be back to five or six feet tall, right?

The other side.

In the Gryffindor common room, many people were still discussing what happened just now. Before their eyes, Professor McGonagall took a scary-looking old woman and brought Neville Long Barton dragged away.

Judging from the helpless expression on Xiaoyuan's face, it seems that he is about to go to the execution ground.

"That's Neville's grandmother, I met during the holidays." Harry introduced, "She is very strict with Neville."

Hermione said softly: "Professor Hape should have persuaded her, so she came to take Neville to buy a new wand."

The three of them knew about Professor Hemp's suggestion that Neville change his wand, and they also accompanied Neville to send the professor's letter together.

Ron pointed out sharply: "He should have changed it a long time ago. You don't know how good the effect is after I changed my new wand! But speaking of it, Neville's grandmother looks very strong, why don't you see him?" Parents coming?"

Harry said: "Maybe he was killed by Death Eaters. Neville's grandmother mentioned it at the time, saying that Neville's parents were tortured by Death Eaters and never leaked information."

"Death Eaters..." Ron said disgustedly, "they are really a heinous bunch."

"Yeah," said Harry sullenly, "like that Sirius Black."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. Harry had been behaving strangely since Thursday night.

Ron said: "Harry, my letter has been sent, but my father hasn't replied yet."

"Well, thanks." Harry replied weakly.

Hermione checked the time, "Sorry, I'm going out for a while." She left in a hurry, and came back again about seven or eight minutes later, yawning and looking around, passing by their seats twice.

Ron said dissatisfiedly: "Hermione, I thought you were transformed by Neville, and your memory has deteriorated a lot."

"What? Oh, I was just thinking about something, we talked about Thursday night's intel, Harry, let's reorganize it, and I honestly don't know what you're upset about."

Harry said dejectedly: "I used to wonder why Snape hated me so much... Ten days ago I thought it was because he and my father were sworn enemies when they were in school. My mother."

Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, Ron said: "You are the one who got into a corner, Harry. It's easy to understand after thinking about it. Snape and your mother are neighbors, and they have a certain friendship. He Maybe even have a crush on your mother. But after the two separated, they drifted apart. As for your father and Snape, it's another matter."

He finally concluded: "In fact, they are two people Snape knew, one is a neighbor and the other is a deadly enemy, but they happen to be your parents respectively."

Harry said: "I always feel weird, I never thought I could have something to do with Snape."

"It's just the friendship and hatred of the previous generation. Think about it, Harry." Ron said, "I can be related to any Death Eater if I want, I mean those pure blood... If I struggle with this all day, I'm afraid I will die of anger." He made a vomiting expression.

"But, according to what you said, if Snape liked my mother," Harry couldn't help shivering, as if his body was covered with slimy Flobberworms, "why did the two of them later Not together?"

Ron said suspiciously: "Is there any connection? Don't you expect Snape to be—"

Harry covered his mouth angrily, and Ron laughed and said, "Are you still bored? It makes you think wildly."

Harry said angrily: "If you say such things again, I will stuff Uncle Vernon's stinky socks in your mouth while you are sleeping at night." Afterwards, he muttered for a long time, thinking about how to explain Feeling awkward, and finally gave up completely, "I just don't have the energy!"

Hermione thought to the side: "Harry, I think your worries are unnecessary, there is no way the two of them will get together."

"Why?" Harry asked urgently, he had been plagued by this weird feeling for the past few days, even more than he hated Sirius Black, and he couldn't wait to seek more evidence.

"Because of the war." Hermione said, "Don't forget the background at that time, that was the era when mysterious people were the most rampant, and Slytherin College was equivalent to a Death Eater's boot camp."

"So?" Ron asked with interest, taking out a packet of marshmallows and handing them to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "Didn't you think about the faction issue? Do you really think it's just playing tricks? According to the idea of ​​the mysterious man, Harry's mother was born as a Muggle, the lowest existence. On the opposite side of You-Know-Who. And Snape...is he pure-blood or half-blood?" She looked at Ron and asked uncertainly.

Ron recalled carefully, "I don't remember the Snape family, maybe he inherited his father's surname?"

"Then it should be a mixed blood," Hermione said, "but anyway, he is on the side of the mysterious man—"

Harry said rationally: "He didn't. If he was a Death Eater, he couldn't escape Dumbledore's sight."

"Okay," Hermione revised her words: "According to Professor Lupine, Snape at least partially agrees with You-Know-Who's idea, doesn't he? Come to think of it, Harry, how could they be together? Their circles are completely opposite camps!"

Harry suddenly realized that the problem that troubled him was solved. They soon began a heated discussion about how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.

"At present, the only thing that can fight dementors is the Patronus Charm, but he can't hold a wand." Hermione said.

Ron guessed, "Maybe it's some kind of profound black magic, which was taught to him by the mysterious man?"

Hermione thought of the stack of black magic books in Professor Haipu's thinking cabin, and decided to ask Professor Haipu in private if he knew about it. "By the way, Harry, have you always carried that looking glass with you?"

"Yeah," Harry pulled out a walnut-sized golden looking glass from his pocket, "it looks like it's broken and never changed."

Ron hurriedly said: "Don't, if it really changes, then we will be miserable."

A few people were doing their homework in the lounge, and Wood came to Harry once and told him the latest Quidditch training plan. Wood pulled Harry aside mysteriously, and said something with joy ~IndoMTL.com~ When Harry came back, Ron couldn't help asking: "He looks happy?"

"That's right," Harry carefully sandwiched the parchment full of training plans in the book, "According to him, the troll captain in Slytherin is likely to be detained by the professor. Keep an eye on this."

After about an hour, Neville returned with no obvious expression on his face.

"Neville, this way!" Harry waved at him, "How about the new wand?"

Neville muttered, "It's okay." He took out two old and new wands from his pocket, but otherwise, they were surprisingly similar.

Hermione carefully distinguished, "Cherry wood, needless to say, the core of the wand is made of unicorn hair, as for the size..." She compared it, "Thirteen inches. Is that right?"

Neville looked at her in surprise.

Hermione said happily: "I spent a lot of time studying wands last school year."