Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 189 Peeves' Mischief

Hogwarts library.

Mrs. Pince, who was wearing a dark green dress, was already waiting at the oak table, holding a feather duster in her hand, she was no longer as domineering as before.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Seeing the figure approaching from the arch, she stood up abruptly, and nodded towards Hardy.

"Relax, Irma," Dumbledore blinked, "They are just making routine inquiries, and Hardy will accompany you all the way."

Seeing Hermione sitting stubbornly on the chair next to her, Dumbledore smiled again, "And Miss Granger."

"Her?" Mrs. Pince frowned.

She didn't want a little witch to see her embarrassment here.

"I'm doing Auror experience," Hermione replied.

After the confession was made, Dumbledore closed the door of the library and left. Braden took out the parchment and the automatic quill from the briefcase.

The inquiry officially begins.

There are some procedures for verifying identity information in front of it.

Phrases such as "Irma Pince", "Hogwarts librarian", "Muggle cousins ​​in the family" came out of Braden's mouth one after another.

"Irma Pince," Braden looked up, "have you been in the Muggle world for a while?"

"Yes, in order to complete a dissertation on Muggle studies," she straightened her stiff body, "although I'm just a librarian at Hogwarts, there are also requirements for this."

"About what?" Brayden asked.

"Muggle's understanding and use of libraries," she said, "I spent four full months in several large libraries in London for this."

Braden's eyes suddenly lit up.

Just now, they were still discussing whether there was someone else Mrs. Pince in the visitor register of the Silentore Library.

Knowing that the inquiry had reached a critical point, Hermione glanced at Hardy and lifted her little head from the parchment.

She also made an Auror interrogation transcript at about the same time.

"So--"

Braden flipped through the documents at hand, "In September 1986, did you ever go to 9 Baker Street, West London, which is also the Sirendo Library?"

Mrs. Pince's eyebrows immediately twitched together, "Uh...I don't remember clearly, maybe...should..."

"What? Please speak clearly." Braden knocked on the table, and Hermione also craned her neck.

"Me, I can't recall," she said, "I went to the Silendo Library, it was the last stop for my dissertation research."

Braden had a meaningful smile on his face.

playing dumb?
Excellent.

Every guy with a secret in his heart does it.

"Do you know the Muggle Vivienne Hazel?"

"do not know."

"Really?"

"I don't understand what you are suspicious of me?"

Braden's question made Mrs. Pince feel like she was sitting on pins and needles. In the second half, she pinched the feather duster in her hand, and her voice raised a lot.

"I am not the prisoner interrogated by your Aurors!"

The inquiry turned out poorly, and Brayden barely got what he wanted.

"It's normal, I expected it," he whispered to Hardy as he was about to leave the library, "I will apply to the Ministry for the use of Veritaserum."

A loud bang.

A giant water balloon exploded over Braden's head, and a ghostly figure passed through the wall, somersaulting and clapping and laughing.

"Oh, damn it, it's Peeves!" Braden yelled, drenching him from two colored water balls.

A series of magical firecrackers crackled, and Hermione and Mrs. Pince had to hide behind the bookshelf with her head in her arms.

"Here comes Braden Stinky!" Peeves rolled his head, "Stupid Auror jiggled around."

"Passed out!"

Braden pulled out his wand and tried to deal with Peeves, but his spell failed, and Peeves tied a rope to his feet, causing him to stumble hard.

Bloody Barrow rushed over quickly, but Peeves slipped away early, still singing "Bradon is a rotten bastard" loudly in the corridor.

"Clean it up!" Hardy waved his wand, causing the paint on the opponent's body to disappear without a trace. When he turned around, he found that Hermione had suddenly disappeared.

"Let's go," Braden gritted his teeth, "Damn Peeves, I'll find a way to punish it."

The bloody Barrow looked at Hardy, then shook his head helplessly, and disappeared.

He's been hanging around Ravenclaw's classrooms and outside the common room lately.

As they left the library, Mrs. Pince overtook Braden and Hardy in the hallway.

"You've lost your stuff." Braden was handed a memory ball, which was rapidly glowing red.

"Thanks," Braden said, "Must have been dropped by Peeves just now."

Inside Hogwarts Castle, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

A large group of young wizards came out of the classroom dancing and dancing.

"Hey, Harry, wait for me!" Hermione ran down the spiral stone staircase of the Astronomy Tower and caught up with the sullen Harry.

She was carrying several tomes and was slipping a thin gold chain into her wizard robes.

"You—" Ron's eyes widened. He didn't understand why Hermione came down from the Astronomy Tower.

She should go to the library, there's no way she's coming to Sybill Trelawney's Divination class.

But Hermione didn't explain anything.

The little wizards who came down from the Astronomy Tower all looked at Harry strangely, which forced him to walk towards the auditorium faster.

"A big black ghost-like dog wandering around the cemetery?" Ron snorted as he walked into the auditorium. "Is this her usual trick to scare people when divination?"

In the divination class just now, Professor Trelawney predicted Harry's impending doom through the tea leaves in his palm.

Hermione also comforted: "Listen, this is ridiculous. Last school year, Professor Trelawney even predicted the death of Professor Ollivander."

But Harry still felt deeply uneasy, because he had seen the big dog symbolizing doom and death more than once—

On the cover of the book "Omen of Death" in Lihen Bookstore, there is also the shadow of Magnolia Crescent Street.

Soon, they saw Draco Malfoy again, who seemed to be telling a particularly funny story to a large group of Slytherins.

Malfoy pretended to be bitten by a dog as they passed, which drew a burst of laughter.

"Leave him alone," said Hermione, who was sitting across from Harry, "just leave him alone, it's not worth it..."

"Hey, Potter!" screamed Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a poodle. "Potter! Here comes the big black dog, Potter! Run away!"

Harry sat down on a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley.

George said, "What's the matter with you, Harry?"

"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting on George's other side, staring angrily at the Slytherin table.

George looked up just in time to see Malfoy pretending to be chased and bitten by a black dog again.

"Well, he," he said calmly, "wasn't so cocky when the dementors came to the car on the first day of school. He went right into our cubicle, didn't he, Fred?"

"Nearly wet my pants," Fred said, casting a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.

"I'm not too happy myself," said George. "Those Dementors are some horrible things..."

"It literally freezes your insides, doesn't it?"

Harry was a little relieved to hear George and Fred talking about the dementors inspecting the Hogwarts Express.

He had flown back to school directly from the fireplace in Diagon Alley via the Floo network.

George said, "Daddy had to go to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? He said he'd never seen such a horrible place. He came back limp and shaking... Dementors Sucks the joy away. Most of the inmates there end up going nuts."

"Don't let Malfoy affect your mood, Harry, and see how happy Malfoy will be after our first Quidditch match."

Fred said, "Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, the first game of the season, remember?"

Harry and Malfoy had only ever faced each other in a Quidditch match once before, and Malfoy had undoubtedly played badly.

The thought made Harry feel better, and got himself some sausages and roasted tomatoes.

(End of this chapter)