A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 523: Confinement and jumping pot

"Arrogant, conceited, self-righteous, like his father, obsessed with disciplining, showing off, meddling in business, insolent--" Snape said, looking at the three of them going away, his gaze fixed Fixing on Harry, there was an unforgettable hatred in his eyes.

"If you judge from Slytherin's values, he is really not likable. Well, all three." Felix said softly, "But you heard it too, they only know the last few sentences, no head No end... so I said to them, we're talking about my new wand, which I gave it a fairy-tale name."

Snape said nothing. The dark eyes were still gazing at Harry's back, and from this angle, he looked very much like his father.

After a while, he said coldly: "Felix, I will disclose the information about your wand to that person."

Felix said calmly, "You decide how much you say."

"You think I'm in charge?" Snape said dissatisfiedly, his black robe trembling, passing through layers of rain. His figure blurred.

…

"Unlucky." Ron muttered as he stepped on the steps.

"Oh, stop—"

They stood at the door of the staff lounge, and Harry knocked on the door anxiously, hoping that there would be no one inside. The few seconds of waiting seemed like years, and finally, a familiar voice said from inside, "Please come in."

Unexpectedly, Harry heard two sighs, and he mustered up the courage to open the door and walk in. It was a long room, with a soft light hanging from the ceiling, and it was warmer inside than outside, probably because of the fireplace in the corner. Professor McGonagall raised his head from a pile of parchment, his sharp eyes looked over from under Fang Fang's glasses.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, what do you want?"

"We were asked to come to see you because... because of some mistakes." Harry handed over the note in his hand, Professor McGonagall frowned and took the note. The notes were stuck together, it was the Order of the Phoenix's technique, her eyebrows furrowed even deeper, she took out her wand and touched it a little, the note opened automatically.

Professor McGonagall looked at it quickly, and didn't speak for a long time after reading it.

"Is this true?" she said, "Eavesdropping on the professor's conversation?" In addition to explaining the process roughly, the note also mentioned the background of the speech in cryptic handwriting. The two were discussing the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix at the time. intelligence.

"We didn't mean it," Harry said, "I-er, I came out to breathe after lunch, and then--" Professor McGonagall snorted, Harry continued to explain bravely, and the time went back Ten minutes ago——

"Did you hear? Sirius' class is quite popular," said Hermione thoughtfully, as she, Harry, and Ron had just emerged from the Great Hall to get some air.

"He said he would keep it a secret," Harry said in an indignant tone, with his feet stomping. "He said it was a surprise. We won't have his class until tomorrow. I don't expect it."

Hermione and Ron laughed.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at them in a daze.

"Your tone sounds like a kid who's had an argument with a parent... Watch out!" said Hermione, as a first year stumbled towards them, almost bumping into them.

"Running is forbidden in the castle, you will bump into other people." Hermione said sternly at first, then her tone softened, "What's going on?"

The freshman's eyes were frightened, and he kept looking back, as if someone was chasing him.

The three of Harry looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Hey, little guy, we are prefects, if someone bullies you, just say so boldly," Ron puffed out his chest, making the prefect badge on his clothes more conspicuous, "I have the right to confine you , points deducted..."

"Come on, Ron, we can't abuse this right." Hermione said seriously, and she looked at the new student, who said with a shocked expression, "I, I just met the Potions class in the yard." Professor, his eyes are so scary!"

"Did you know it on the first day... Well, it really is." Ron muttered.

"Professor Snape... Well, he is really strict," Hermione said slowly, "If he reprimands you by accident, don't take it to heart—"

"Yeah, the bad days are still long." Ron said again. Hermione's eyes slanted, he shut up immediately, and when she returned her attention to the new student, he began to wink at Harry, who thought Ron's words were quite accurate.

"No, no, Professor Snape is talking to another professor. I think...they don't want to be disturbed." ran away.

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"So you want to find out what's going on?" said Professor McGonagall's stern voice.

Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded blankly.

"We are prefects, we have to, we have to..." Ron scratched his head, and Professor McGonagall glanced at him, "With all due respect, Mr. Weasley, none of the prefect rules can explain your behavior today, Not to mention, this is not the first time."

The class bell rang, and Professor McGonagall stood up and stuffed the parchment on the desk into a drawer, "I completely agree with Professor Snape's approach, deduct points..." She pursed her lips, "And close Confinement, starting this week—"

Harry and Ron looked up in horror, they thought the same thing, Quidditch Trials were on Friday afternoon.

"—from every Saturday night until the lights are turned off, the potion materials will be processed until the end of this month."

After finishing speaking, they were kicked out by Professor McGonagall, and hurried towards the Potions classroom. Ron babbled all the way: "We're going to be late again, I bet that old bat will definitely trouble us... …Why doesn’t Professor McGonagall say a few words for us, Snape is making a fuss out of a molehill, and now he has found someone to help him with the potion materials for the new semester..."

Harry suddenly felt a little nauseous, recalling that dark classroom, disemboweled toads, smoked **** root and peppermint, horseradish, and the secretions of bandems, bats and mice. Spleen, slimy slug... His scalp went numb.

In the evening, they trudged back to the lounge.

"Let me just say, Snape didn't intend to let us off easily, because everyone was deducted 10 points for being late, and it wasn't his fault... the total is close to 200 points." Ron wailed for a while, and was about to rush Moaning Myrtle, they slumped to the most remote part of the lounge.

Harry and Hermione were not in high spirits either.

"You said, can we deduct points from other houses?" Ron said suddenly, and the other two ignored him. Both Harry and Hermione were used to Ron's daily unreliable advice. , anyway, he himself will give up.

"We can't do this, not to mention you have to write a lot of reports." Hermione finally couldn't help correcting her.

"If it's Malfoy's group..." Ron's eyes sparkled, then dimmed, "Oh, no, I forgot he's also a prefect."

At this moment, Harry, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"That story... is the one that Professor Haipu picked out a name from to name his new wand. It's called the legend of the Three Brothers, um, is it famous..."

"Sounds like thunder, buddy, I grew up listening to it." Ron said without hesitation, "It's a short story in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet"."

"Wait, I seem to have seen this name somewhere, Peter the poet--Beddle, in other places..." Harry said slowly, he looked at Hermione subconsciously, usually at this time, Hermione Always give an accurate answer.

But this time Hermione also showed a thoughtful expression.

"Did you really see it, Harry?" she couldn't help asking.

Harry returned a look of obvious confusion.

Ron next to him suppressed a smile and said, "This is a rare thing. Miss Know-it-all will have a day when she can't find the answer."

Hermione glared at him, "If you know, tell me quickly."

But Ron enjoyed the process very much, and he shook his head for a while: "Think about it, there is something that Harry and I both know, um - there is an opportunity to come into contact with it, and you just missed it -"

Hermione's eyes seemed as confused as Harry's.

On Harry's side, he had an idea, definitely not something related to study, because Hermione would not leave any corner of the textbook or reference book, she just had this ability. That can only be seen by him and Ron while killing time...

"I remember now," Harry's eyes lit up, and Hermione immediately stared into his face. He said in a positive tone, "It's "The Adventures of Mick the Little Wizard". It mentioned this book, but I don't remember where it is."

"But I've also read...a few volumes." Hermione slowly recalled, she and Harry looked at Ron together, Ron still wanted to show off, but was stared at by the two at the same time, he immediately Hands up in surrender.

"Well, that's the content of the last book: the friend of the little wizard Mick was in danger, and he used magic in a critical moment-and thus exposed his identity as a wizard. Mick was very sad, because after he collected At the same time as Hogwarts notice, he lost a group of friends. But on the day Mick left, his friends came back. They didn’t mind whether he was a wizard or not, but sincerely wished him well. After that, Mick gave His friends told stories of 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot'."

Ron made the final decision, "This is where the name of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" was mentioned, just once."

"It's really you." Harry praised.

Ron grinned.

Hermione is still thinking about what he said earlier, "Wizards and jumping pots... what are you talking about?"

This stumped Ron, he thought for a while, and said falteringly: "Probably means...well, a good old wizard is dying, he was friendly to Muggles when he was alive, and always Helping people as much as possible, the neighbors loved the old man very much. But his son didn't understand him, so the old wizard left an enchanted cauldron before he died-the old man must be an alchemist, ahem, I continue Said——After the old man died, his son refused to help the poor neighbor. In short, he was quite hard-hearted, and then the cauldron began to torment the old man's son, making him unable to eat and sleep well, so the son decided to obey his father's order practice, and continue to do what he can to help his neighbors."

Ron was a little out of breath after saying so many words in one breath. He took a breath, and finally concluded: "I guess this story is to express that wizards and Muggles can live in peace and help each other... It's my mother Said." He added finally.

Hermione glared at him.

"Don't look at me, I was only a few years old at that time, it would be nice to have a little impression." Ron said.

"But—" Hermione bit her lip and asked still puzzled, "I don't see peace—I mean, the old wizard certainly counted, but his son was forced, in Only those who are driven by that crucible do good.”

Ron shrugged, "I don't know either."

At this time, a voice suddenly broke in, "Don't make things difficult for him, he was still drooling with his teddy bear in his arms." Fred and George walked over beamingly, "I sold seven telescopic bears. Ear. First day of school!"

"Are you still short of money?" Harry asked.

"That's not true," said Fred, sitting next to him, "but we need some testers who promise to give product feedback."

"Like what you guys did with the Quick-Skipping Candy?" said Hermione suddenly sternly.

"What?" Fred asked in surprise ~IndoMTL.com~ I saw it all! You posted the revelation of recruiting testers on the bulletin board, if I didn’t find out when I went to post the test spell list—” She pursed her mouth, her expression was very similar to that of Professor McGonagall.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"It won't be long before you change your mind, Hermione." George said disapprovingly, "You will definitely use it, this year is O.W.Ls year, there are a few crashes every year, and others don't It's good, the better the grades, the easier it is to be recruited... Do you remember that Selton was wearing an onion-flavored amulet?"

"Of course I remember," Fred said solemnly, "after all, we sold it to her. Unfortunately, the concentrate of the euphoria seems to be incompatible with onions." He stood up and tilted his head at George, " Let's go, let's go find Li, he may have something to gain—"

When he saw Hermione looking at him angrily, he closed his mouth vigilantly, and changed the subject smoothly: "Oh, by the way, George and I also asked about your previous question--Dad It is said that there are always good and bad wizards, so people like him have meaning."

"You mean—" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Papa was making laws to protect Muggles," George said succinctly. While Hermione was thinking, the two left together.

Harry's feelings are extremely contradictory now. On the one hand, Mr. Weasley's legislation to protect Muggles is as admirable as that of an old wizard in a fairy tale using a cauldron to restrict his son; but these words Speaking from the mouths of Fred and George, it always feels a little weird, especially when their backs are sneaky...

As he lay on his four-poster bed, he put the mess of thoughts aside. Thinking of hearing Sirius' class tomorrow, he was full of anticipation.