A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 569: Myrtle asks for help

"Oh, of course." Tecrosse woke up from his puzzled expression, "So—by the way, are there any other students who want to try? I know that in this particular situation, some parents may be motivated by Safety considerations, violation of the ban... The Ministry of Magic does not plan to pursue it for the time being.”

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Malfoy, who had shown off to him a long time ago, saying that the professor had secretly agreed to teach him Charms, including Apparition.

But Malfoy didn't intend to stand up. Until the end, he only easily completed the appearance of his followers under the guidance of Mr. Digory.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

The Ministry of Magic spent two days screening more than a thousand students from top to bottom in Hogwarts, and in the end, less than a hundred students failed to meet the requirements. According to Tecrosse, "It's really impressive to me, it's a lot less work for us."

"If you came a few months later, the number of students who failed to meet the standard would be even fewer." Sirius said with pride or complaint.

"Ms. Burns is in a hurry," said Tecrosse, half concealed.

With a move in Sirius' heart, he pulled Tycross aside and said in a low voice: "I know, I have been an assistant to the minister for nearly two months, and I have a good relationship with Amelia, she told me Has the situation not improved?"

"Well, I also inquired about it by accident," Tecross said, "The number of Muggle victims has been increasing recently, and many of them were only discovered during private investigations by the Ministry, and their bodies were also stolen. Ms. Burns is worried that the mysterious person will make a big move."

Sirius frowned.

When he asked Felix about this matter, Felix seemed unusually calm.

"Voldemort did it himself, he seems to be planning to create a batch of infernal corpses."

"We should stop him!" said Sirius eagerly.

"I would, too, but - as I said, 'Voldemort did it himself', he didn't have the power of any Death Eaters. And you can't catch him when he wants to."

Sirius' face froze, and he murmured, "Something has to be done."

"We have made some preparations, in fact, it may be in these few days—" Felix said to Angelina Johnson, who was sitting on a bench in the courtyard: "Miss Johnson?"

Angelina walked over slowly, "Are you calling me, Professor Haipu?" Her companion was looking here leisurely.

"Yeah, I want to remind you that your hair color is different from anything I've seen before." Felix said calmly.

Angelina let out a cry, and took out a small mirror from inside her robe. Looking carefully, she frowned, and a strand of very abrupt pink hair in her ponytail turned back to black.

"Tonks?"

Sirius growled.

"Hi, Sirius, long time no see."'Angelina' waved to him.

"Then the other one—couldn't it be Remus?" Sirius was taken aback, staring at the other **** the bench in disbelief.

"Oh, he didn't come, he's guarding the Castle of Swords. That's Emmeline Vance, and Kingsley and Mad-Eye are there too, they've been evacuated from the Department of Mysteries."

Sirius stared, "Since when?"

"Yesterday," said Tonks cheerfully.

For the next two days, Sirius tried his best to find students who behaved abnormally in class, and became a little suspicious, always thinking which student was Mad-Eye Moody, or Kingsley, or Monton Gus.

After class, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to the Great Hall for dinner.

"Sirius has been rambling for the past two days," said Harry.

"I've been meaning to ask for a while," said Ron, grinning, "do you play Frisbee when you're alone?"

Harry tapped him lightly.

"Hi, Neville, Dean, Seamus." Harry greeted and took the empty seat next to them. Dean and Seamus seemed to be begging Neville to do something, and Dean said eagerly, "Spell me one more time—that daydream spell, I found that my study efficiency has become higher."

"Professor Hemp told me that this magic cannot be abused." Neville whispered.

"It's okay to use it once in a while." Seamus shook his head and said.

Harry knew the magic. During the Christmas holiday, Ginny inquired about part of the Auror training content from Tonks. After school started, they imitated it and used it in the training of the frontline lookout station. All are adaptable to mechanical repetition.

Later Neville stood up and fumbled to introduce a magic he had learned. The first time Harry experienced the "Daydream Charm" was quite shocking-it was a complete replica of the cosmic star magic experienced on the golden invitation card. Of course, objectively speaking, the effect was much worse, mainly because Harry's Occlumency kept reminding him that everything he felt was fake. This greatly reduced the effect of Neville's magic.

But for other members, this magic made them experience a spiritual baptism. Compared with the vast starry sky, their troubles are nothing. Those who have experienced this magic will at least cheer up for a while.

"It's a bit like the amulet created by Cedric, but there are obviously two paths, and I prefer this." Fred commented.

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Recovering from the memory of the last club activity, Harry keenly felt that someone was staring at them. A couple, smiling at Harry when Harry looked back at them.

In the evening, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out of the library, it was already very late, and they were almost the last batch to come out. The three of them were walking in the empty corridor, and Ron was cursing Snape and his homework in different ways.

It's a feat, Harry thought, and Ron seems to have found a real use for the Divination class - they can get a steady stream of unlucky ideas from the class and splice them onto Snape . Suddenly their eyes blurred, and a girl's ghost passed quickly in front of them.

"Myrtle?" Harry said startled, he hadn't seen her in a long time.

"Oh, it's you," Myrtle was startled too~IndoMTL.com~ She turned around and was about to float away, then fixed in mid-air, as if petrified. She turned slowly, a pair of big protruding eyes staring at them from behind thick white round glasses, and Harry was uncomfortable, it was a scrutinizing, weighing look, and he thought of Malfoy.

"You can too," she continued.

"What are you talking about?" Ron murmured, "We're tired after a day of homework, and now we want to go back to bed and sleep."

"You and Draco are friends, right?" Myrtle asked.

"Who?" Ron raised his head in a 'bass'.

"Draco, Draco Malfoy," said Myrtle, "he's in a bit of trouble, I don't know who to call, but certainly not the professor, it'll make things worse Oops..." she rambled, floating back and forth in mid-air.

"He won't be stuffed in the toilet, will he?" Ron said excitedly: "By the way, it will also block your home?"

"Rude!" Myrtle yelled at Ron, falling from mid-air. Then she slowly floated up, covered her face and said shyly: "But he is indeed in my bathroom." The next second she became anxious, "Can you help, it's too late!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"I don't want to get caught in the girls' bathroom," Ron muttered.

"You've been there many times," Hermione pointed out.

They did go there more than once, they spent a considerable amount of time brewing Polyjuice Potion in it during their second year, and they only moved elsewhere when Malfoy found out.

"Maybe, but for Malfoy..." said Ron hesitantly, and they looked at Harry, waiting for Harry to make a decision.

"Go and see," said Harry at last.