A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 495: Questions

Harry was still full of doubts. But two weeks of boring life made him eager to return to the wizarding world, especially when Hermione gave him a very tempting reason - to cast spells without scruples - and he couldn't ask for more.

"I'll pack my luggage right away!" Harry hurriedly said.

The Dursleys were leaning on the window and looking out, looking cautious and sensitive, with the same suspicion in their eyes.

"Who is she?" Uncle Vernon was the first to ask Harry as he entered the hall. He carefully looked at Hermione who was standing alone near the flower bed, even with his critical eyes, he couldn't see the flaws, "She also - also went to school with you?"

"Yeah, that's right." Harry walked past them, turned and went upstairs.

"Speak clearly! What is she doing here—you gave our address to someone else?" Uncle Fernon chased after him aggressively, and finally blocked the stairs in front of Harry, pointing at Harry's chest, Spit and stars splashed: "I don't know if it's the illusion we brought you, but—this home—I will never allow—to become—a concentration camp for freaks!"

"She has a name!" said Harry angrily. "Hermione is her name, and she's not here to stay."

He lowered his head and slipped through the huge gap under Uncle Fenon's arm. "She came to tell me to leave here, and I'm leaving soon." Harry said in a tone of joy that couldn't be suppressed.

"Boy, don't talk to me in that tone - we adopted you! You have to learn to be grateful -"

The bedroom door shut out Uncle Vernon's brusque voice. Harry didn't care at all, he was going to another place soon, and a voice in his heart hummed happily.

He looked around and suddenly found that his room was in disarray-a few sheets of parchment, an inkwell and some quills on the floor, which were his unfinished astronomy homework; With a small pile of candy, half of the snack bag brought back from the train was torn open, half of the head of the chocolate frog was bitten off; there were also the books he had placed randomly in the past two weeks, Hedwig's owl cage... ...

Luckily Hermione didn't follow in. Harry couldn't help thinking.

He sat down on the bed, bent down and pulled out the box from the bottom of the bed. Several Muggle clothes and wizard robes were piled up in a mess inside. Especially conspicuous. For the next few minutes, Harry filled the room and stuffed scattered books into trunks one by one. As he happily thought about where he was going next, he recalled where he kept his things.

There are some snacks, comic books and unused teaching materials locked in the cabinet. The former is a complete set of "The Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard" comics, and the latter is a series of books by Gilderoy Lockhart - Harry I've been looking for a chance to throw it away. Lockhart's true face is actually a liar. He became famous by putting other people's stories on himself. He also served as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in Harry's second year, but Lockhart's bad behavior was discovered halfway through the school year. He was imprisoned in Azkaban Prison by the Ministry of Magic.

Harry grinned, and he, Ron, and Hermione also contributed.

He opened the closet, rolled up the dirty clothes, stuffed them into the gap of the box, and then picked up the purple booklet next to the pillow and put it on top of the clothes. For a moment, Harry stared at the booklet in a daze Stopped, he stared at the writing on the cover——

Survival in Wartime - Authorized by the Ministry of Magic: Protecting Your Home and Family from the Dark Arts.

Holding his breath, Harry carefully turned to the first page, repeatedly reading the fourth content—negotiating a safe code with relatives and friends to see through Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others (see page 2).

His breathing suddenly became rapid and his mouth was dry.

Harry slowed down, tiptoed to the window, and as if doing something bad, took a quick look outside—Hermione was gone.

Harry's mind went blank.

What's going on? Is Hermione a fake? He swallowed, forcing himself to calm down.

Hermione came to the door suddenly and wanted to take him to a place, which was actually nothing, and she gave her the address... But someone should have informed him, could it be that Sirius was so busy that he forgot about it? But Professor Haip should not forget.

Harry felt that he was worrying too much. If Hermione was a Death Eater in disguise, she should have cursed herself as soon as she saw her, instead of letting him go upstairs to pack her luggage... But he Can't help wondering, what if the Death Eaters want him to leave willingly?

Pretending to be an accident will make it more difficult for subsequent investigators, and the suspicion will only fall on the real Hermione.

Agreement on safety codes with relatives and friends... He didn't even ask where Hermione was going, he was overwhelmed by the sudden joy...

Compound decoction...he has seen it before, but how can he tell the difference? He was not impressed at all.

Harry glanced out of the window again, and Hermione came back unexpectedly, and——she obviously spotted Harry on the second floor, and smiled at him.

Where did she go? who to talk to

Harry's heart was pounding.

Crookshanks, that's strong evidence... Death Eaters can't give Polyjuice Potion to animals, Hermione had been taught that before, but Harry wasn't sure if it was Transfiguration, he hadn't noticed.

Harry hurriedly carried the box and cage downstairs, the cage kept hitting the banister of the stairs, Hedwig let out a dissatisfied cry, yes... Harry suddenly thought when he was standing downstairs, he could ask someone to ask Ask if there is such a thing.

But it seems too late. If Hermione was really a Death Eater in disguise, she wouldn't give him too much time, even if there was a slight delay, the Death Eater and her companions might rush in in the next second.

Harry froze in place, his head in a mess.

"Boy, what are you waiting for! No one wants to keep you!" Uncle Fernon yelled in the living room, his voice drowning out the sound of the TV program - "Goal! 1:0 lead."

Harry turned his head stiffly, looking at Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley, each doing their own thing, as usual. Harry's heart was stirring strangely. He could disapparate ahead of time if he really encountered danger, but this meant that the Dursleys would face unknown risks.

Such as bearing the wrath of a Death Eater who emptied himself.

But who made them treat him badly, Harry thought, his eyes gliding slowly over the people in the living room, as if re-examining them, judging from another angle...

"There's no more ice cream." Dudley slapped the table with his fat arms.

"There's plenty in the fridge, honey," said Aunt Petunia, stacking the plates into a pile.

"I want chocolate! Chocolate! Gram! Power!" Dudley yelled.

"Okay, Dada." Aunt Petunia said dotingly, she put down the half-cleared dining table and wiped her hands, "Mom will buy it for you, hurry up and come back, you can come back soon Eat a piece of fried meat—" She walked towards the door.

Harry stared at her, her hand on the doorknob, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Don't go out," he said hoarsely.

Aunt Petunia turned her head in surprise, her eyebrows twisted strangely, her thin lips were drawn into a line, and the doting in her eyes quickly faded away.

"You haven't left yet." She said, turning back and putting one hand on the doorknob, and twisting it hard.

"Don't go out!" said Harry, who seemed to have regained his mobility, stepped forward and pulled Aunt Petunia away from the door, and then drew his wand.

The Dursleys screamed and jumped to their feet. "Put - that thing away -!" cried Aunt Petunia.

"How dare you!" This is Uncle Vernon.

Harry ignored them. He carefully hid his wand in his sleeve and looked out through the window. The Dursleys were frightened by his attitude and froze in place. Harry pushed open the door, and the commotion was evident outside, as Hermione was peering into the yard.

Harry walked out slowly.

"What's the matter, haven't you finished packing yet?" Hermione asked.

"I, uh..." Harry said scratching his stomach, "I suddenly thought of a question, where are we going? Are we coming back?" He shrugged with feigned ease, "You know, I have too much stuff It’s too slow to pack up.”

"Oh," Hermione didn't doubt, "I don't know either, the professor asked me to come over at seven o'clock, he said that if I come early, I can go to Sirius' rental house with you and wait."

Harry was slightly relieved that at least she knew that Sirius had a rental nearby.

He couldn't help complaining, "It's only after five o'clock in the afternoon, you came too early."

Hermione snorted, "I have to give you some time to clean up, and I've never been here before, my parents were worried that I couldn't find the way, but I didn't expect it to go smoothly--"

"Mom and Dad?" Harry called out.

"Yeah." Hermione looked towards the corner of the street, and Harry followed her gaze and saw a car parked on the road. He made out two familiar silhouettes, Mr and Mrs Granger, if his memory was correct.

"You told me how unfriendly the Dursleys are," Hermione pursed her lips, "I think—if there are too many people blocking the door, it might cause you trouble."

"Thought it all out," Harry stammered, all his doubts resolved. But now he didn't know how to go back and explain to the Dursleys. He suddenly turned around nervously, and through the big window of the living room, he could vaguely see two round creatures huddled together Aunt Petunia looked pitifully thin, as if Dudley had a piece of clothing on her.

Harry froze for a while, then closed his open mouth, and waved his hands with a dejected look.

"I'm going to get my luggage," he said in a dull tone.

Harry returned to the living room, where the boxes and the birdcage lay intact on the floor, and the Dursleys huddled in a corner of the living room, just as he had seen from the outside. Harry lifted the cage silently, held the handle of the box with his other hand, prayed to himself... just pretended nothing happened.

"Boy! Explain what you're up to!" yelled Uncle Vernon, bearding and glaring at Harry as he tried to keep Aunt Petunia and Dudley at bay. But his plan obviously failed, anyone could look past him and see Dudley behind him who was as fat as a baby whale.

It was Aunt Petunia, who blushed and seemed to be out of breath.

"I, I misunderstood," Harry said dryly, "The wizarding world has not been peaceful recently, I have to be careful, that person is back."

"Who are you talking about?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"Voldemort," said Harry in a dry voice. Let him go...don't ask questions...you don't know...

"V-what?" Uncle Fernon shook his head, trying to put on a thoughtful expression.

"Are you back?" At this time, Aunt Petunia asked softly from behind, "The... murderer... is he back?"

Uncle Vernon looked at his wife, and then at Harry, with an expression of enlightenment gradually appearing on his face, "I've heard of that name before, he's the one—"

The man who killed Harry's parents.

But no one answered him.

Harry stared at Aunt Petunia. At first, he only felt strange, and there was a sense of absurd delusion that Voldemort, who was so powerful in the wizarding world and scared wizards not to call him by his name, was actually the one he despised the most. Muggles, especially a housewife, simply called murderers, but from Aunt Petunia's pale eyes, wide with fear, Harry was vaguely aware that in this room, more than He alone knew what Voldemort's return meant.

Aunt Petunia gave him a strange look she had never given him before. This made Harry very uncomfortable. The air in the room seemed to make him suffocate. He picked up Hedwig's cage and suitcase, and quickly walked out of No. 4 Privet Drive.

"Let's go," Harry said breathlessly to Hermione.

"What's the matter with you?" Hermione asked, taking Harry's cage. Hedwig in the cage had just been treated roughly, and she was dizzy in the cage, her originally bright and majestic amber eyes became absent-minded. It barked angrily.

"Nothing," said Harry.

"You look like you just got into a fight."

"I'll—on the way," said Harry.

Mr. Granger got out of the car and helped Harry pack the luggage in the trunk, "Thank you - I'll just carry the cage." Harry said in a panic, sitting in the back seat with Hermione, almost On Crookshanks, Crookshanks jumped on Hermione's lap, whining at him.

Harry didn't notice that the Grangers were equally silent, as preoccupied as he was.

"Where to go next?" Mr. Granger asked hoarsely.

"Turn the intersection ~IndoMTL.com~ and go a little further, it's close," Harry said, and then he heard a low sob.

Harry looked up and saw Mrs. Granger in the front row wiping the corners of her eyes from the rearview mirror. The atmosphere in the car seemed to be more depressing than No. 4 Privet Drive. For a while, he couldn't figure out what was going on. He could only look at Hermione. Hermione shook her head slightly, and her eyes were also red.

The car stopped in front of a small red house.

Harry got out of the car with Hedwig's cage, took out his and Hermione's luggage from the trunk, and walked towards the gate. But there were no footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw the Grangers hugging their daughter tightly.

Harry suddenly understood the weird atmosphere in the car before—Hermione's parents had known the news of Voldemort's resurrection for a long time, and they even almost witnessed the incident personally. I spent two boring weeks on Privet Drive, but at the same time, the Grangers were under a huge psychological burden and worried about their daughter.

Finally, Hermione separated from her parents. She watched them get in the car, start the car, and disappear around the corner.

Hermione stared motionlessly at the place where the car disappeared. After a long while, she wiped her eyes and walked towards Harry, dragging the suitcase.

"Is this the house Sirius rented?" Hermione asked sullenly.

"Yes—Hermione, you can stay at home for two months," Harry said bravely, "You are different from me—"

"Stop joking, Harry! After knowing the war is coming, why don't you do anything?" Hermione interrupted him and said fiercely, "I don't want to die in a war."

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