Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 2 Letters from Hogwarts

"I find it hard to believe how many effective spells such a sub-magic wand can cast..."

After a brief surprise, Garrick calmed down, and his attitude was somewhat questionable.

Hardy smiled.

At least some simple spells are no problem at all.

"Don't you know if you try it?"

Rubbing the wand with his fingers, Hardy suddenly swung his right hand: "Take off your clothes!"

The tip of the wand flickered, and Garrick's exquisite waistcoat flew across.

"Hardy!"

Garrick was trembling with anger: "Please don't use this mischievous spell on me!"

But soon, his voice became screaming again: "It really works?!"

Swipe the wand to outline Garrick's portrait in mid-air, Hardy raised his hand to disperse it: "The smoothness of use is a bit sluggish, but it's not a big problem, just get used to it."

Holding the magic wand, Hardy saluted Garrick: "Uncle Garrick, today is really a day worth celebrating."

Hardy turned to look at the special device in the house. For the birth of this sub-magic wand, he prepared for three months.

"Let the magic-rich Auror pedal like a coolie, and use the weird vines to realize the transfer and transmission of magic power from the human body to the wand, and finally realize the storage of magic power!"

Even knowing Hardy's plan, Garrick still couldn't hide his shock.

"But it did work, didn't it? All it takes is a little Muggle inspiration and alchemy to do wonders."

Hardy waved his wand gracefully, "Battery—yes, battery—"

Only Merlin knew how much effort Hardy put in to find the most suitable storage medium, and how much material was scrapped.

Mainly Garrick's treasures and savings.

Garrick had to live in the wand shop for three full months in order to ensure that his half-life savings would not be further affected by Hardy's experiments.

But even so, one morning, Garrick still found himself waking up in the Leaky Cauldron, hugged and kissed by a drunken Hagrid, which was outrageous!

That time, one-fifth of Garrick's small treasure house was emptied!

While Hardy and Garrick were talking, grunts sounded from outside the shop.

An owl with downy feathers grabbed the envelope and swooped down from a high altitude in an extremely graceful posture.

But with a dull crash, the owl screamed and slammed into the shiny glass window.

"Hardy, I told you not to wipe the windows so clean!"

Hardy spread his hands helplessly, and waved his wand, causing the envelope under the owl's claws to slowly float into his hand.

"Is this... a letter from Hogwarts?"

Seeing decorations such as wax seals and shield badges on the back of the envelope, Garrick said unexpectedly.

"Hopefully it's good news."

Hardy glanced at the capital letter H on the envelope, as well as the lion, eagle, badger and snake representing the four houses of Hogwarts, looking forward to it.

He opened the envelope and spread out the folded letter, which read:
Dear Mr. Hardy Ollivander:
We have received your idea of ​​adding an alchemy course in Hogwarts and the resume of the professor of the school. We are very happy to inform you that please have a series of detailed interviews in the headmaster's office on the morning of August 8th , sincerely looking forward to the arrival of that day.

Another: Please do not deliberately bring butter mozzarella and devil cookies and other meeting gifts to engage in bad bribery on that day. Hogwarts professors' interviews will absolutely uphold the principle of fairness, justice and openness.

Vice-Chancellor Minerva McGonagall (signed).

Seeing the contents of the letter, Hardy waved his magic wand excitedly: "Another good news!"

Tapping the sub-magic wand, the personal items on the worn-out shelf flew and circled all over the sky, and immediately fell into a brown leather case with a traceless stretching spell cast on it in an orderly manner.

With a bang, Hardy cast an apparition and disappeared.

Garrick looked at the messy room, shook his head helplessly, and hurried back to the counter after hearing the footsteps of customers coming.

It was already at Mrs. Figg's doorstep when Hardy Apparated.

The other party lived two streets away from the Dursleys' family, in a small three-story building, and could already smell the smell of cats in the air before entering.

"Oh, Ollivander, welcome!" After hearing Hardy's knock on the door, Mrs. Figg left the door abruptly and dragged Hardy in.

"My God, your strength is really great!" Hardy put down the suitcase in his hand and rubbed his wrist.

Mrs. Figg ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo ho hoo hoo hoo hoo, she saw the thing in Hardy's hand, and her cloudy eyes sparkled all of a sudden.

"Coffee or black tea?" She led Hardy through the hall to the room on the first floor, "Excuse me, I'm cleaning the room."

Hardy saw the other party rummaging through the cupboard for tea sets and clay pots, cleared his throat, "Perhaps, we just happened to see what this sub-magic wand can do."

Hold the wand and draw an arc in mid-air, spin, lift up, and finally swing down quickly.

With a bang, the broom in the corner of the room straightened up immediately, cleaning the dust on the floor neatly.

There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, the faucet was running, and greasy dishes jumped into the sink one by one.

The woolen coats that were piled up on the sofa all flew up. They gracefully opened their arms, hugged the hangers in their arms, and then hung themselves on the brown-black coat racks one after another.

Everything in the room came to life, and it was only at this moment that Mrs. Figg really felt that she was under magic.

"No one will believe it," said Mrs. Figg, serving Hardy his coffee, "that Squibs can use magic!"

Handing the magic wand to each other, the two sat in the armchairs, sipping coffee while talking about the instructions for using the magic wand.

"I'm getting old and have a bad memory," complained Mrs. Figg, clutching her wand tightly.

But the instruction manual that Hardy handed over soon brought a smile to her withered face.

"Good boy..." Mrs. Figg smiled, "You have been extraordinary since you were a student at Hogwarts."

"Although he is a Ravenclaw, he always causes big trouble in Slytherin House. Even I can hear Professor Snape's dissatisfaction."

Hardy smiled. When he was a student at Hogwarts, he did cause a lot of trouble for the professors.

"The destroyer of Hogwarts school rules." This is Professor McGonagall's objective evaluation.

There is no Hogwarts school rule that Hardy can't break, which makes Ravenclaw House unable to win the House Cup every year.

Professor Flitwick proposed more than once to build a college for Hardy, called Azkaban.

And then only with the support of Professor Snape.

"Friends of Fantastic Beasts, explorers of the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid thought.

Perhaps Hardy's curiosity and interest in dragons, thestrals, centaurs, mermaids, etc. made him feel that he had found a close friend.

"An excellent graduate of Hogwarts," Dumbledore affirmed, "although he insists on going to Azkaban to study... Ah, can I use this word to describe it?"

In short, the professors' evaluation of him is generally good.

But Snape, who was the head of Slytherin House, was obviously not among them.

"A self-righteous seeker," said Snape. "If he's in Slytherin, maybe I can make him a little bit successful."

After bidding farewell to Mrs. Figg, Hardy wandered around London for a while before returning to Diagon Alley.

He saw a scarred boy outside Florin Fusco's ice cream parlor.

The famous Harry Potter.

The other party seemed to be purchasing textbooks for the second grade, but at this moment, he was tasting the new products in the store with a red-haired boy who was about the same age.

Not choosing to contact Harry, Hardy turned and walked into the narrow alley beside him, the sky immediately turned gray.

Dumper Alley.

Where a group of dark wizards are hiding.

Hardy wants to prepare some teaching materials for the next Hogwarts teaching tour in advance.

When passing by the Bojinbok store, a little red-haired witch caught his attention.

In the dark corner, countless malicious eyes were sizing up each other.

The little witch looked extremely nervous, and it seemed that she had accidentally gone the wrong way.

Hardy had already seen a wizard with yellow teeth and dirty robes, he walked towards him with a ho ho smile.

　I wish you all a happy New Year's Day!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)