A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 501: The fishing operation begins

After dinner, the parents talked to the children individually.

"They want us to keep our heads down, you know, in school - dealing with boring textbooks -" Ron described Mr. Weasley's state of mind, "as if the war is over in a blink of an eye, better We didn't even react."

Back to the bedroom on the third floor, they each exchanged information.

Harry was depressed, and he said puzzledly: "Why don't they understand? Of course I won't sneak out of school, but the necessary preparations still need to be done, right? When Voldemort finds me next time My time."

He touched the scar on his forehead, and although he was reluctant, he seemed to be connected to Voldemort in some way-not just the scar, but more emotionally...they hated each other and hated each other It will disappear in the next second.

"It's us - I don't think he'll let me and Ron go," said Hermione, sitting on the other bed. "That's the problem, obviously the grown-ups want to keep us out Outside of war, stay away from Vol, Voldemort," she stammered.

"He always came to me on his own initiative!" Harry couldn't help but shouted angrily.

Crack, crack, two piercing bangs echoed in the old room, and Ron's two older brothers, Fred and George, suddenly appeared on the bed where Harry was sitting, and rolled with Harry. Make a ball.

"Ouch—"

Harry sat up clutching his forehead, his scar hurting badly, but he was pretty sure it wasn't Voldemort this time. "How did you come here?" He grinned.

"Come and see you, poor souls wandering in misery—" said George in an ariad voice.

Fred did the same thing as Harry - clutching his forehead and groaning in pain, unfortunately he and Harry bumped into each other.

Fred muttered in his mouth and said: "I made a bet with George, guessing which lucky one will jump... I should have taken some precautions, Harry, help me see, I don't have any prints on my head." What kind of weird mark is it on?"

"If you mean a lightning-shaped scar, there really isn't one," said Harry without hesitation, "I can't see anything but a bulging lump."

"I'm going to trouble Tonks again." Fred sighed.

"Why?" Ron asked after recovering.

"She has a cheerful personality—"

"Confused——"

"I can get along with anyone—"

"The key point is that she has special medicine in her hand, which is only for Aurors." Fred and George said in unison.

Harry stared at them blankly, and seemed to have forgotten the serious topic before, but Fred and George became serious.

"Don't blame Ginny, Harry," said Fred, "you guys are training so crazy that even we are a little shocked, when in fact we spend most of the day in Diagon Alley. Ginny But she sees it every day, and she is very worried about you."

"I don't blame her," said Harry, shaking his head.

"That's good." Fred and George breathed a sigh of relief, they looked at each other, and Fred handed each of Harry, Ron and Hermione a long flesh-colored string from his pocket.

"This is?" Harry asked, fiddling with the rope in his hand.

"Wow, I've wanted it a long time ago." Ron said, and couldn't wait to take it. "This thing is a retractable ear, which can help you eavesdrop on other people's conversations without being very noticeable... I especially like it." I want to know what Snape is doing, he is mysterious, coming and going in a hurry..."

Harry was very moved.

Hermione was hesitant to take it over. At this time, Ron began to demonstrate the effect. He stuffed one end of the stretchable ear into his ear, and the other wriggled like a long worm, twisting and twisting from under the door Get out.

"Well, I heard some noise...there is a corridor outside, there will be no movement now, unless we are lucky..."

He suddenly screamed, and Harry heard a distinctive cat howl from Ron's ear and from outside the door.

Hermione jumped up and opened the door, letting Crookshanks in, with the other end of the retractable ear still in its mouth—"Release it, Crookshanks, that's not for food." Passing the retractable ear in George's hand, "I think it will be useful at the right time." She said with a smile.

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"I'm worried that what happened a month ago will still affect them." Sirius frowned.

"It's true that nothing happened," Felix said calmly. "They were besieged by hundreds of Death Eaters. Not everyone can bear that scene, let alone witnessing their companions being tortured... I don’t think they intend to experience this feeling of powerlessness a second time.”

"I don't dare to ask what it's like to be hit by the Cruciatus Curse, so I can only pretend that nothing happened," Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, "I've had nightmares for days... ... always dreaming about Gideon and Fabian, their faces turned into Ron, Harry..."

Mr. Weasley hugged his wife and patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

Sirius and Felix looked at each other, tacitly did not talk about the bait plan on this occasion.

In the blink of an eye, it is the last day of July.

"Happy Birthday."

When Harry pushed open the door, he saw Neville standing at the door holding a gift box and said.

"Thanks, Neville," said Harry, yawning, as he dragged Neville into the room, where Ron was slipping a sleeve over his leg in a daze.

"Why did they arrange the award ceremony today?" Neville said regretfully.

"It's pretty good, actually," said Harry. Seeing everyone busy for his birthday, he felt weird and didn't know how to react.

They got dressed and started unwrapping presents.

"A wand case, wonderful, Neville," said Harry happily.

"As long as you like it," Neville said, "I like the gift you gave me too," and then said nervously, "It's not for comforting me, is it?"

"Of course not," Harry assured him.

Yesterday was Neville's birthday, and Neville had been worried that the new semester would cancel the duel study group plan, so Harry made an invitation card for the duel study group in the style of the Hogwarts freshmen acceptance letter, Hermione Intrigued by this too, she also cast a spell on it--

When someone opens it, a very dignified voice will be heard speaking.

"You are the chosen one, are you ready for the challenge?"

Neville thought it was cool.

Sirius sent a pop-up book about Quidditch. Every time you turn a page, a three-dimensional Quidditch field will be formed. More than a dozen illusory figures are flying in the air, engraving some classic Quidditch books. game scene.

"From this point of view, Lynch is no match for Krum at all." Ron said, staring at a scene on one of the pages, which happened in the Quidditch World Cup final last year. Ronsky tricked his opponent with a feint.

The Lupines hadn't arrived, and Harry guessed he was in a new werewolf community, but he sent Tonks a birthday present, a handmade bone bracelet. Harry prayed in his heart that the bracelet was not made from local materials, made from werewolf teeth.

The gift Hermione gave was an enchanted parchment with the names of various spells flashing on it - all of which Harry had already mastered. Looking at the full page of the list, a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Bill poked his head out from the crack of the door.

"Breakfast is ready, we have to hurry up, the award ceremony starts at ten o'clock, it is best to arrive at the Ministry of Magic in advance..."

They followed Bill downstairs, and Harry saw two strangers at the dining table, a dark-haired, pink-cheeked witch, and a small man wearing a high violet top Top hat - the same color as Tonks' hair today.

"Hestiga Jones and Dedalus Diggle," Mr. Weasley introduced at the dinner table.

The two looked at Harry curiously, and Dedalus Diggle took off his hat exaggeratedly, "Hi, nice to meet again."

Harry looked at him in bewilderment, with no memory in his head.

"When you were not in school, Leaky Cauldron, you were with Hagrid," Dedalus further reminded, "I shook hands with you."

I see, Harry thought. He remembered that there had indeed been a wizard as excitable as Quirrell.

"Hello, Harry," said the witch named Heska, "we are your guards today."

"Guard?" Harry spat out the slice of bread in his mouth.

"Don't worry, this is a normal process." The witch said with a smile.

Hermione on the side was talking to Tonks, "No, I don't plan to let them know, wait until I have a chance later."

Breakfast consisted of smoked meat, baked potatoes, sliced ​​bread and vegetable soup. After breakfast, everyone went out in batches from the main entrance of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, "You can't use the fireplace, it's too conspicuous." Felix Say, "You stand with me, Harry."

Harry felt that the atmosphere was becoming more and more weird.

"Professor?"

"After the ceremony is over." Felix shook his head.

When a group of people entered the Ministry of Magic through the red telephone booth, many staff members silently paid attention to them. But soon a team of Aurors came towards them, escorting them in the middle, all the way into a huge conference room.

Harry felt like a tightly held prisoner being transferred from one place to another. Judging from the uncomfortable expressions on Ron and Hermione's faces, they seemed to feel the same way.

The room was dark, full of people, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, which reminded Harry of the scene he saw in the Pensieve. There were almost as many people as there were when Crouch Jr. was on trial. His heart was pounding.

He heard Ron and Hermione gasp.

"We're going to the front," said Felix, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and leading them to the row of seats on the dais.

Intensive flashing lights lit up in the corner, Harry squinted his eyes, and saw the figure of Rita Skeeter in weird clothes from the audience, with a conspicuous quill pen in her mouth, staring intently at the Look at them.

"Snap! This is going to be headlined," she said.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room, and Harry felt like a monkey in a zoo, surrounded by inexplicable crowds.

"They are members of the Wizengamot," Felix whispered from the sidelines.

"Okay, let's start." Ms. Burns said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will experience a special award ceremony today. Under the current situation, unity and faith are more important than ever... "

Ms. Burns has also become long-winded after becoming a minister... This is Felix's idea. Stabilize people's hearts.

"...building confidence and courage...we already have role models...displaying tenacious will...without fear and dread...seeds of victory..."

The flashing lights under the stage seemed to be connected together, making people dizzy. It wasn't until noon that the whole ceremony came to an end.

"I got the Medal of Merlin?" Ron said in disbelief, looking at the medal in his hand repeatedly.

Felix also looked at his gold medal, which was almost the same as last time. The purple ribbon was replaced with green, indicating that the medal in his hand was first class.

Then Ms. Burns led them to the office of the Minister of Magic and closed the curtains.

Dumbledore also came in, and Harry couldn't wait to ask more questions, but Burns stopped him, "We'll talk when everyone is here." They waited anxiously, and a minute seemed to be stretched tenfold, Harry even suspected that he was in the professor's thinking cabin. Finally, Kingsley and Sirius walked in cautiously through the side door of the office.

Sirius made a smooth gesture, "No one noticed."

At this time, Ms. Burns spoke and told the whole plan of action——

"Bait?" The three shouted in unison.

"That's right, the Death Eaters have been silent. I think it's necessary to test it out. This award ceremony is a good opportunity for them. Normally, they can't catch anyone at all, and it will be even worse when you start school." Easy," Ms Burns said.

"What do we need to do?" Harry asked.

Sirius stepped aside, and at some point there were three cups of bubbling compound soup on the table.

"It's very simple, let's go out for a walk with your face on your face."

"What about us?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione also stared intently at the adults.

"Stay here until it's over," said Sirius deadpan.

It took a little time to convince Harry, but fortunately it succeeded. Kingsley, Sirius and Burns took the compound decoction mixed with the three people's hair, hid in the cubicle, and passed out from inside after a while. There were suppressed moans of pain, and when all the sounds subsided, they staggered out of the compartment.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at 'themselves' moving their hands and feet across the street, looking amazed at adapting to their new bodies. My time was a hundred times weirder.

'Harry' kept taking off his glasses and putting them on again, muttering, "It's so weird."

"Stop playing, Sirius," said 'Hermione', and she turned to the real Harry, Ron and Hermione, "Your family has been replaced too, they're all Aurors and Phoenixes Club members pretending to be."

Sirius disguised as Harry said, "We a group of impostors pretended to go to the Burrow for our birthday. Mr. Weasley wanted to try the Muggle mode of transportation, so he rented two cars..."

The freckled 'Ron' was silent, he was pretended by Kingsley.

"What about Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Haip..." Harry blinked and asked slowly.

"Ah, I'll make an appearance in Diagon Alley, pretend to use the public fireplace to go back to school...actually sneak back and hide." Dumbledore said with interest, "I haven't experienced such a thing in a long time." It's over."

The real Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at Felix again.

Felix shrugged, "I'm staying here and I'm not going anywhere. Someone has to watch you." He pointed to the burning fireplace, "If there is a fight, I will leave through the fireplace as soon as possible , to the battlefield."

"Okay, we've been delayed for a while, and the Death Eaters might get suspicious if we stay any longer."'Hermione' said majesticly. "Let's go. The most dangerous part of this plan is that we have to block the first wave of attacks from the mysterious people by ourselves. Fortunately, we have made preparations in advance."

The real Hermione couldn't help being in a daze for a while as she watched the other 'self' giving orders. Soon, they each left the room, and Harry heard Dumbledore standing at the door of the office and saying gently: "Ms. Burns, then I will go back to school first, and there are still a lot of things waiting to be dealt with."

He paused for a few seconds ~IndoMTL.com~ nodded slightly, pretending that there was someone inside, and closed the door from the outside.

"Sit down for a while," Felix said to the three, sitting on the sofa by himself, fiddling with a coin with his fingertips.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at me and I looked at you, and sat down opposite Felix hesitantly.

"Professor," Hermione asked softly, "will the plan succeed?"

"That depends on how you define it. It's like playing chess, we make a move and wait for the opponent's reaction." Felix said, "But this is indeed an opportunity, with such a big fanfare on our side, the Death Eaters Surely there will be news, and you—" He glanced at Harry, "or you—" His eyes flicked to Ron and Hermione again, "disgraced Voldemort and messed up the return ceremony, He must be happy to get rid of you."

"On the contrary, if the Death Eaters never show up, it will be troublesome."

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked.

"This means Voldemort has a secret plan of his own that none of us, including the Death Eaters, know about," Felix said softly.