A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 709: Seat

At ten thirty in the morning, Sirius took Harry to King's Cross station in a taxi.

Harry was surprised to see Sirius glance at the timer deftly before pulling out a note to pay. "I've lived in Muggle society for a year anyway." Sirius said, the two walked into the station with their luggage talking and laughing, and then Harry felt several gazes from different directions, he immediately became vigilant and held on tight. A magic wand in your pocket.

"Someone is following, is it an Auror?" he asked in a low voice.

This time it was Sirius' turn to be surprised. "Did you find out? Oh, not only Aurors, but also some Muggle guards. They are the first members of the United Law Enforcement Department, although this department does not even have a name at present..." He muttered, "How did you find out?" ?”

"The teacher taught it in class," said Harry, with mixed emotions because the knowledge came from Grindelwald.

There were people coming and going at the station, and they didn't linger too long. They quickly passed through the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10, and a crimson train came into view in the next second. Harry stopped, usually he could board the train directly, but today there was an extra bearded Auror.

"Name?" The bearded Auror stopped them, looking down at the thick list.

"Harry Potter," Harry said, looking curiously at the list in the Auror's hand. Because the handwriting was upside down, he struggled to read it, but he still easily grasped a simple fact, only two-thirds of the parchment was ticked.

Harry looked up at the time, it was ten forty-nine, which was obviously not normal.

The bearded Auror muttered, "Harry Potter, the P prefix... oh, my God!" He seemed to have just realized it, and raised his head to stare at Harry.

"Brian, the train is leaving soon." Sirius reminded the Auror.

The bearded Auror shifted his gaze to Sirius, his expression relaxed, "Black? That's right, Harry Potter is your godson." He ticked the parchment, "All right. "

"Are there still many people who haven't come?" Harry took the opportunity to ask beside him.

"Yeah, some of the students went to school by the fireplace," the bearded Auror said, nodding his chin in the direction they came, and muttering, "New move, huh? There's always doubts... "

"Come on, Harry," said Sirius.

Harry walked out a distance and looked at his godfather, "Why didn't I know this happened?"

"What, you want to go to school through the fireplace too? That's not okay, you are the head of the Boys' Council," Sirius smiled at him, and then showed a thoughtful expression, Harry bet Sirius would never think of a day like this The words will come out of your own mouth, "——you have to take the lead and set an example."

"Like my dad?" said Harry muffled, pulling the Head Boys badge from his pocket.

"You can also choose to be like your mother, she's doing just fine." Sirius grinned. "Actually, James didn't do a bad job. We all said that Lily changed him, but part of it was the 'student leader'."

The words comforted Harry, and he put on the badge, when Hermione shouted from behind him, Harry turned his head and saw her trotting over, followed by Crookshanks. She stopped in front of Harry panting: "Fortunately, fortunately——I'm not late."

"Traffic jam?" Harry guessed, otherwise he really couldn't think of a reason why Hermione was almost late.

"Oh, no," Hermione gasped, realizing that Sirius and Harry were staring at her, she said reluctantly, "I was recognized when I entered the station. Signing, fortunately, I didn't let my parents follow me..."

"That's outrageous," Harry murmured.

The train roared loudly.

"The car is about to move," Sirius urged, pointing in one direction. "Is that Ron? I see him—the one waving, in car number six."

Harry and Hermione strode towards carriage 6. He was exhausted carrying the big bags and small bags, so he looked a little annoyed when he saw Hermione was only holding Crookshanks. "I packed everything in a beaded pouch," she explained, taking Hedwig's cage.

When they reached the door of the carriage, Ron helped Harry carry the suitcase into the carriage and put it on the luggage rack adjacent to the carriage. Neville and Ginny were there too. They said hello and walked towards the locomotive.

"I don't know why, but it was easy to find an empty car," said Ron.

Harry told him the conversation just now, and Ron suddenly realized, "So that's it, I said why no one at home reminded me-I'm a prefect. I said, two chairmen, give me a lecture later Can you have less time, I didn't eat in the morning..."

"No problem," said Harry immediately, "because I can't think of what to say."

According to the requirements in the letter, the prefects of the four colleges should accept the instructions of the presidents of the Boys' Student Union and the President of the Girls' Student Union, but Harry and Hermione felt that there was no need to separate, so they simply brought all the prefects together.

"...The only thing worth noting is that there are four Aurors stationed at the front and the rear of the car. In case of emergency, you can contact them. Of course, if there is an emergency, they may know it before us. The only thing left is to maintain order and occasionally patrol the corridors... It's gone."

After Hermione finished speaking, she looked at Harry, and Harry shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to say, so Hermione decisively announced the dissolution.

Back in the carriage, they each talked about their experiences during the last period of summer vacation. After Bill and Fleur's wedding, Hermione went home to reunite with her parents, and Harry chose to stay at the Burrow, because Black's old house was empty most of the time. , too boring.

"You were away for a few days," Ron recalled, "for an inspection or something."

"Yeah," Harry said slowly, "two Ministry of Magic staff came to the door to register families with house-elves - and there was a little accident along the way."

"What accident?" Neville asked curiously.

"Wonderful?" was Ron's question.

"Absolutely brilliant." Harry said with a straight face, and he stared at Ron for a few seconds before talking about what happened that day:

"In order to prove that Kreacher is in good condition and let him stay, Sirius and I racked our brains and wasted a lot of time persuading Kreacher to switch to a dress that conforms to human aesthetics and standards..."

"This is a good thing, it shows that the Ministry of Magic is gradually implementing the legal provisions." Hermione interjected.

"You sound like Percy," said Ron. Hermione looked hurt, and Ginny snorted. Harry hurriedly continued to tell his story. Thanks to the frequent correspondence with Elphias Dorje during this period, Harry felt that his ability to polish the story was much better. Soon, everyone in the carriage was attracted——

According to Harry, he, Sirius, and Kreacher carried out an emergency renovation of Black's old house, and found many suspicious magical objects from every corner.

"That's why I tried so hard to disown my family when I was in school," said Sirius gravely. Harry knew that the members of the Black family were a little 'crazy', and they thought differently from normal people.

"But now this family is completely up to me!" Sirius said happily, and he waved his hand, "We want to make a good impression on the guests, the first thing is to let my elders sleep well !”

But apparently the portraits lining the hallway don't want to sleep. They are all the ancestors of the Black family. They passed on their most stubborn memories before they died, so it was extremely difficult to be persuaded. Harry and Sirius had to use some small means.

"Bad master! Bad master!"

Klee jumped up and down anxiously, trying to stop them, but unfortunately he was unable to do so—a red light of the Stunning Charm flashed, and the long corridor returned to silence. Harry and Sirius looked at their results with satisfaction, Aside from one or two portraits with drooling mouths and wigs on one side, they looked perfect.

"You just did an emergency cleaning?" In the carriage, Ron asked dissatisfied.

"It's not over yet," said Harry. He went on.

When the staff came to the door, Sirius greeted them with a smile and led them towards the living room. A shadow suddenly cast over Harry's heart. He felt that he had overlooked something, so he stopped where he was, trying to think about what it was...

The members of the Black family are crazy...

Exaggerated screams echoed in the hall. Harry ran away, remembering the scene when he first came to the old house in his mind. There was something fresh in his memory on the wall on the side of the stairs, but now he was used to it, and he defaulted not to look in that direction when going up and down the stairs.

A short wizard rolled down the stairs with a terrified expression on his face, and Harry followed his gaze - and sure enough, he saw a row of crumpled house-elf heads glued to the plaque on the wall. Everyone present froze, and the smile froze on Sirius' face, which gave Harry time to recall what his godfather said three years ago when he introduced the family tree with disgust:

"My dear Aunt Eladora...it was she who started the family tradition of beheading house-elves when they were too old to hold a plate..."

As the train passed through a field, Ron asked for details with relish.

"And then? Did they run away immediately and bring back a team of Aurors a few minutes later?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"No, Sirius and I managed to convince them, and it was true." He emphasized, as if to explain that he did not use spells such as the Stunning Curse. "Those two registered Kreacher's name, and before they left, Sirius swore to remove those heads... I don't know how to deal with the Permanent Adhesive Charm, it may be to remove an entire wall. "

"That's a big project."

There was a burst of laughter in the car.

…

In Hogwarts, hundreds of kilometers away, Professor McGonagall, wearing square glasses, looked down at the articles in "Transfiguration Today", taking out a quill from time to time to draw the wrong place on it.

After grading an article, she looked up at Felix and the Sorting Hat sideways. He! This person is destroying the most important historical relics in the school! What did I see? A shameful behind-the-scenes transaction where the vice-principal bribed the current principal-"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow in his seat.

"Poor Sorting Hat, you're not a real person after all." Felix smiled, letting himself face the crack of the Sorting Hat, and said triumphantly, "Even if I send out the Montrose Magpies The videos of the last twelve games are not considered bribes, because they are just gifts, which come with the purchase of the magic projector... Although it is a year late, it is still a gift."

"It has nothing to do with this." Professor McGonagall glared at Felix, his explanation was more like trying to cover up, she pursed her lips and said, "Felix convinced me that if his magic can become a school One of the cores of the defense system, the safety of students will be greatly improved."

"No!" the Sorting Hat yelled. "That is the authority of the four founders, and even the principals after them can only tinker with the original foundation."

"So I came to you," Felix said persuasively: "The four founders may not have thought so much, why don't you let go of your mind and let me have a good communication with them, in case everyone talks very well Are you happy?"

The Sorting Hat was strangely silent for a while.

In previous years, it read the thoughts of students and assigned them to different colleges according to different characteristics. It was the first time that it heard that someone wanted to read themselves—oh, it was the Big Four who injected themselves with thoughts thousands of years ago— idea.

The sorting hat asked strangely: "Do you think you can be recognized by the four of them at the same time?"

"I think it's okay," Felix said solemnly, "If you don't believe me, we can try."

"...But I heard that you have pushed memory magic to an unprecedented level?"

"Rumors are all rumors, I still have a lot of room for improvement."

The Sorting Hat was silent again, this time for a longer period of time, then it twisted, and the slit on the side of the hat opened to the maximum, Felix seemed to feel an air gushing from the slit, as if a person was about to open his mouth shouted, and then the sorting hat yelled——

"Come and save me! No matter who it is! Minerva McGonagall, you are the principal! Dumbledore, look at what you have done!"

In the golden picture frame belonging to Dumbledore on the wall, Dumbledore seemed to be asleep, but Felix clearly saw that he and the other headmasters had been watching them with interest before, and blinked mischievously— — Once upon a time, Felix also showed a strong interest in the sorting hat in front of Dumbledore.

After the noise, the Sorting Hat still refused to agree, and threatened not to attend this year's sorting ceremony. Felix had to take off the Sorting Hat regretfully.

"You seem to be eager to talk to the founders, Felix?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply, "Is it too much pressure recently?"

Felix shrugged and said in a relaxed tone:

"Just can't make up your mind - especially when you have multiple alternatives. So far, I believe we are still on the right path. But because of this, each step forward more important."

He said lazily:

"I can kind of understand why Babajid Akinbad is doing nothing. There are six billion people and two million wizards on the other side of the scale, and anyone would be breathless—" Pausing thoughtfully, "Maybe I should talk to Trelawney. Every time I see her talking, it gives me confidence in the future."

Professor McGonagall looked a little weird, "Don't say this in front of her, she is not in a good mood recently."

"What's going on?" Felix asked with interest, "Oh, I figured it out, it's for this year's new professor?"

"That's right, the centaur Firenze." Professor McGonagall said, "He accepted Dumbledore's invitation to teach before and officially joined the job this year."

…

In the evening, the crimson Hogwarts Express slowly decelerated with white steam and entered Hogsmeade station.

Hagrid and the others greeted Hagrid, but they couldn't talk much, because Hagrid had to take care of the first-year students. They walked towards the carriage, and Hermione took out a piece of parchment from her pocket, "Harry, we should go to the front, one of the jobs of the head of the male and female student council is to lead the students into the castle..."

They quickened their pace, passed the students one by one, and stopped in front of the front carriage. Then the two waited majestically for the students behind to get into the carriage.

"Almost there," said Hermione after a while. The two entered the carriage, and Harry reached out his hand to pat the Thestral's bony back affectionately. The Thestral looked back at him docilely, and then moved forward.

The wheels turned, and the carriages behind them followed suit, forming a long line through the black night.

Finally, the carriage stopped beside the stone steps leading to the castle's oak gate, and Hermione jumped down immediately, followed by Harry. When about half the students had come down and gathered around them, Harry and Hermione led the way into the castle.

The auditorium was brightly lit, and when Harry and the others entered, there were already many students inside, and they all came to the school through the fireplace. Harry saw a lot of familiar faces, and some students from the sixth and seventh grades were sitting at the long dining table, chatting happily, as if they were processing the day's news clippings during summer vacation.

Harry froze for a moment, then stopped where he was. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked in a whisper, also pausing.

The students behind blocked the door and couldn't get in, and kept asking what happened. At the same time, the students in the auditorium heard footsteps and commotion, and looked towards them one after another. Harry's arrival made these students realize that school had already started, and they stood up from their chairs sparsely, preparing to return to their college. The table ~IndoMTL.com~ Harry walked straight towards the Hufflepuff table.

Hermione followed him hesitantly, but Harry's direction became more and more clear, and more and more wrong. "Harry, you're going the wrong way." Hermione reminded him in a low voice. "That's right," Harry said in a calm tone, even though his heart was beating furiously at the moment.

He sat next to the Chaser of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Cadwallad, whose eyes were wide. A look of seeing a ghost.

Hermione reacted at the last moment, turning the corner from Harry and sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

"Hello, Hermione." A trance voice sounded beside her ear.

"Oh, hello, Luna." Hermione replied, she looked behind nervously, and the people behind seemed a little confused, "Everyone—everyone sit down as you please." She cleared her throat and said, this time Everyone came to their senses, picked their seats and sat down in twos and threes, and the students who had stood up also sat back on the chairs and continued the previous conversation.

But the expressions on everyone's faces are obviously a little different, exchanging expressions of excitement and fear, and a little bit of surprise. In their impression, this is unique.