A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 624: Latent

This is an embarrassing moment.

In hindsight, Harry wished he had knocked on the door more slowly, if only for a second. . This way they can sneak away, or hide in the pumpkin patch until Professor Slughorn leaves. But the fact is that before he could analyze the pros and cons in his head, his hand had already slammed heavily on Hagrid's wooden door involuntarily.

There was a sudden silence in the three rooms.

Then they heard Hagrid yelling rudely, "Who's outside?" Harry looked behind him, Ron turned his head unnaturally, staring blankly at a bunch of dried mushrooms drying on the wall of the cabin, Hermione Eyes dodged, feet rubbed back and forth on the ground.

No way, in the end Harry could only bite the bullet and say, "It's me, Hagrid. And Ron and Hermione, we come to see you."

There was the sound of a glass breaking, accompanied by an exclamation of "Oh, my God!". This let Harry know that Professor Slughorn was just as surprised as he was, and that Hagrid didn't make a sound, seemed still angry, or simply didn't think of a way to deal with it.

"Hagrid, we need to talk," said Harry, chattering outside.

Hagrid opened the door anyway, though he was still fuming and not looking good. Ron shrewdly mentioned the funeral

—Harry wasn't sure if that was right, because Hagrid burst into tears for poor Aragog

(The acromantula that Hagrid raised since he was a child), and because none of the three of Harry chose his improvement class.

"Little heartless...Please eat so many rock cakes...Oh, Aragog..."

Hermione tried her best to comfort Hagrid, whose eyes were blurred with tears. Harry and Ron couldn't work it out. They tried too hard to help Hagrid up, but they were suffocated by the two thick arms that were wider than their waists. Eun kept rolling his eyes.

"Professor, do something quickly." Hermione said to Slughorn sternly. Khan, in hindsight, Harry thought, Hagrid had spoken so richly when he berated them that he couldn't have figured it out on his own.

It is not difficult to guess how many 'nice words' Professor Slughorn provided before their arrival.

Slughorn stood up in a daze, took out his wand and gestured wildly, "Oh, oh, yes... Wingardim Leviosa!" He raised his wand and pointed at Hagrid, haha As soon as the pressure on Leigh and Ron was released, they pushed Hagrid, who was a little dizzy, back on the bed, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, rubbing his sore ribs.

Hagrid blew his nose, opened his wet eyes, and stared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"I know...you may not have time..." Hagrid groaned twice, blushing a little, "I'm going to get rock cakes." Professor Ghorn winked, and Slughorn fiddled with the handkerchief, cleared his throat, and said, "Hagrid, we'd better go see Aragog."

"You're right." Hagrid was taken aback, then stood up.

They came to the pumpkin patch at the back of the hut, Fangya whimpered and screamed, Harry saw a guy the size of a carriage from a distance, his black bristles turned into soft gray, and his eight thick legs like sharp knives were strange The ground twisted, and the two terrifying pincers pointed to the sky. It was Aragog, the acromantula. Harry had forgotten that Professor Haip had cast magic on the king of acromantula, and he felt a little terrified when he saw it suddenly.

Hagrid staggered forward, knelt on the ground, and crushed a pumpkin. It took Ron a hard time not to laugh, and he was shaking all over. Harry understood Ron's thoughts, his good friend didn't like spiders at all. So Harry stood up by himself, cleared his throat, and tried to say some random eulogy or something, when there was a sudden twitch of the big pincer, which almost made Harry jump up.

"It's not dead?" Harry couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Of course not," Hagrid said hoarsely, glared at Harry, and muttered, "But it's coming soon, just these few days... it doesn't eat anymore." Can't stop crying, "Thanks to Professor Slughorn, he, he said he had seen a similar funeral, willing, willing to help... Can you come by then?" He looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione, asked perfectly sane.

"Of course." Harry swore.

"Great...

When returning to the castle from Hagrid's hut, Slughorn walked ahead with a big belly. He turned his head several times, as if he wanted to say something. As they stood in the hall about to part, Slughorn finally turned his head.

"Well, boys," he said hesitantly, fiddling with the last button of his vest, "I think I owe you an explanation...shouldn't speak ill of people behind their backs, but...Hagrid is really sad, I think Now, since you are not here..."

"Forget it," Harry said, "We should have gone to see Hagrid, and I really haven't written to you."

Slughorn looked a little embarrassed, and he waved his hand.

"It's all just a joke...but it's good to let the misunderstanding go, isn't it?" He became amiable and said with ease: "I plan to hold a small party recently, and only invite some potential students. Malfoy, the Greengrass sisters, McLaggen, Zabini, Burns, Longbottom, and the charming Melinda Poppins - if you know her, her family runs a huge chain of pharmacies ——And, of course, I very much hope that you three can also enjoy it."

"Uh, I'm not sure if I have time..." Harry racked his brains for an excuse, maybe it would be a good choice to schedule the team practice until that day, he didn't want to eat sweets again, listen to Celebrity Stories of the Evening Mess.

"Don't try to shirk," Slughorn pretended to be serious. "I'm just pointing at you. If I let go of the three youngest Merlin Medal winners, what kind of ridicule would I receive?" Then he played with the tip of the walrus' beard with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I also invited Severus, he has taught you for five years? I have read the papers he published in recent years, they are very valuable..."

Harry listened impassively, and he didn't even want to go.

"...and Felix, the cunning little guy, he also wanted to decline like you, but I told him,

According to his time, now he has no way to refuse..." Slughorn patted Harry's shoulder and said earnestly: "I understand that talented people are more proud. But how? He played with his two thumbs, "It's always right to make more good friends, maybe one day they will help you... It's decided. "

Humming a little tune, he disappeared down the stairs down the hall.

"What should I do?" Harry asked softly after staring at the shiny bald head disappearing.

Hermione didn't speak, but thought for a moment, "He also invited Susan and Neville?"

"One is an aunt with the Minister of Magic, and the other is the son of a war hero," Ron said, pointing his fingers. You just need to hide from Snape when the time comes, no matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than the ghost's birthday party and the upcoming funeral of the acromantia."

They went back to the dormitory, took out their schoolbags and did their homework.

Harry and Ron had to resign themselves to Hermione's nagging, borrowed a complete set of reference books from her (and Hermione's papers, of course), and began to write ancient rune homework. "A full fifteen inches." Ron whispered, with several documents in front of him at the same time, his eyes kept rolling.

He suddenly remembered the technique Luna had mentioned to her in the morning, and couldn't wait to share it with Harry and Hermione. Harry was confused, Hermione frowned and pointed out sharply, "This method may only be suitable for her."

"Then what do you think of me writing this idea into the paper?" Ron asked with interest, "I feel like I can make up a lot of words."

Harry's heart skipped a beat too, and he looked at Hermione, but Hermione hid herself behind the book with a stern face and said nothing.

After a while, she said sullenly: "I think Luna just wants to express the concept of love and 'concentration. If you can't be like her, you can only study hard and work **** practice makes perfect."

"...It's the same as not saying."

The next morning, Rita Skeeter triumphantly knocked on the door of the Minister of Magic's office, and the two women looked at each other across their desks.

"Sit down, Skeeter," said Ms. Burns, looking up from a thick stack of papers in her monocle.

"Hello, Minister Burns." Rita Skeeter said with a smile on her face. Burns looked at her critically,

After a moment, he looked away from the exploding scroll on Skeeter's head. She said coldly: "Someone recommended you to me, saying that you have some energy in the Muggle press."

"Not some, Minister." Skeeter said, digging green nails into the crocodile leather handbag, he took out a work card from it, "I am a special correspondent for the "Sun News", with a detached status, where I am Even though I can't go there once a month, but," she paused, "that office will only be reserved for me."

Ms. Burns snorted softly, "Given your past illegal record, I have reason to worry that your behavior will have an adverse impact on the "Secrecy Act."

"Oh." Rita Skeeter froze for a moment, fiddled with the zipper of the crocodile leather bag with her long fingernails, and said contemptuously, "There is no evidence that—"

"It hasn't been found yet," Ms. Burns corrected.

"The most important responsibility of the Ministry of Magic is to hide everything about magic, and now there is such a person who appears in the Muggle society openly, surrounded by a group of colleagues who have a keen sense of smell and are good at catching wind and shadow

—One, yes, I've heard about The Sun, and you've sort of found your niche. "

Skeeter opened his mouth. "Not to mention," Ms. Burns continued without giving her a chance to interject,

"This person's legal awareness is weak, and he has too many criminal records to count, which means no one will pursue him, otherwise,

I believe that many people would like to see her bad luck. "

Skeeter recoiled.

"Now, tell me, Skeeter." Ms. Burns stared at her face, and asked indifferently, "Will such a person suddenly become law-abiding after entering Muggle society?"

Rita Skeeter's expression was stiff, she took a few deep breaths tremblingly, and said, "I thought you came to me today because——"

"Is there anything the Ministry can ask of you?" Ms. Burns asked coldly.

"No, of course not," Skeeter showed a flattering smile, "I just heard that there is an opportunity to earn extra money, if you can serve the Ministry of Magic," she gritted her teeth, "I don't want a single Gallen .”

"The Ministry of Magic is not short of your reward." Ms. Burns said, pushing a non-disclosure agreement.

With a gloomy face, Rita Skeeter pulled down her glasses, lowered her head and read the terms above repeatedly. Her eyes dilated a little behind her jeweled glasses. She raised her head abruptly, met Ms. Burns' serious and steady face, and said in a voiceless voice: "You want me to stay in Muggle society for a whole year?"

"You can come back at the weekend," Ms. Burns said quietly.

The refusal stopped at the end of her mouth, Skeet bit her nails, thought for a long time, she gritted her teeth and said: "When things can be made public, I will publish this experience, you can't use any excuses Stop me."

"I agree." Ms. Burns nodded.

So Skeeter signed her name on the non-disclosure agreement, and the expression on her face softened. Anyway, she seemed to have pre-ordered a bestseller. She got up and went to the door, looking at Ms. Burns.

"Forgot to ask, how much do I need to do?"

Ms. Burns said with a straight face: "You don't need to use magic, your identity is the best information channel.

You should be most concerned about how to avoid being discovered as a wizard for the next year. "

"Don't worry about it," Skeeter's smile jumped slightly, which made her expression full of provocation~IndoMTL.com~ Did Mr. Haipu also sign the non-disclosure agreement? "

"He initiated this matter, and he recommended you," Ms. Burns raised her eyebrows, "so you can understand that, on the one hand, he trusts you very much, although I don't know the trust Where did it come from? On the other hand...he doesn't want 'anything' to go wrong."

Rita Skeeter gave her an annoyed look, turned and strode away.

"You don't need to remind me."

In the office, Ms. Burns rubbed her forehead. She kind of understood why Fudge was desperately trying to draw a line with Dumbledore.

Skeeter, if you change your mind, you will definitely be dissatisfied.

But the fact is that once she leaves the UK, her fame may not necessarily be louder than Felix Hemp.

There is a knock on the door.

Kingsley Shacklebolt pushed in and handed Ms. Burns a document.

"Minister, Carlotta Pinkstone is out next week," he said quietly.

Ms. Burns felt her head ache even more, "The troublemaker?" There is no doubt that this is Billita

Skeeter is a more difficult woman. She thought for a while and said, "Send an Auror to watch her."

"Secret stalking, or one?" Kingsley asked hesitantly.

"Of course I follow her openly," Ms. Burns said through gritted teeth, "let her know the attitude of the ministry, so that she won't be locked up again after a few days."

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