Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 22 I have a friend

In the courtyard, as the newest Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Draco Malfoy was showing off the Nimbus 2001 in his hand, and looked at Ron arrogantly.

"It's the newest model, maybe you should keep your eyes open for a good look, Weasley...Unlike you, my dad can always afford the best."

Hermione, who noticed Ron's little mood, stepped forward slightly, and said sarcastically: "Is this something to make you proud? At least no one in Gryffindor needs to spend money to squeeze into the team to show off."

"They all came in by strength, unlike some people."

Ron glanced gratefully at Hermione beside him. Sometimes, arguing with people was never his strong point, just like he couldn't win his "bad" twin brother in daily bickering.

Facing Hermione's speech, Malfoy squeezed the handle of Nimbus 2001 vigorously. No one has ever dared to ridicule Malfoy in public.

He walked slowly in front of Hermione, his eyes fixed on her, first he took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart: "No one asked you to express your opinion... Stink! Mud! Bah! Kind of!"

When the word "smelly mudblood" came out of Malfoy's mouth, Ron keenly felt Hermione's body trembling slightly.

Mudblood, this is a very insulting term used to describe those Muggle-born wizards.

He gritted his teeth, and angrily pulled out the broken wand in his wizard robe: "You will pay for what you said, Malfoy, eat slugs!"

Ron swung his wand at Malfoy violently, but as soon as the light on the tip of the wand came on, it immediately began to become irregularly disordered.

A magical power stuck in the wand seemed to be out of control, and it exploded in Ron's hand, and everyone's expressions changed.

"Mr. Weasley, the broken wand, even if it is rough repaired with tape, can't change the fact that its internal magic circuit is completely disordered."

Hardy waved his wand, which quickly calmed down Ron's wand, which was about to lose control.

He walked quickly to the center of the crowd and looked at Ron: "If I am half a step late, maybe the one who will eat the slugs will be Mr. Weasley himself."

Hearing this, Ron glared at Malfoy unwillingly, then bowed his head obediently in front of Hardy.

At the beginning of this semester, his wand was accidentally broken because he and Harry ran head-on between the branches of the Whomping Willow due to his improper driving of the flying car.

After all, the recent economic situation of their Weasley family is not very optimistic. If they want to get a brand new wand, they have to wait another month or two.

When Malfoy saw this, the corners of Malfoy's mouth immediately raised a proud and contemptuous arc.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't be too busy laughing. The insulting word 'smelly mudblood' shouldn't come out of Slytherin's mouth. I think if Professor Snape knew it, he would definitely do it." Appropriately handled."

Hardy's words froze the smug smile on Malfoy's face, he looked at him nervously, swallowing his saliva uneasily.

"Perhaps you should give Mr. Weasley a good apology, and I mean a sincere one, in which case... I think you should be spared Professor Snape's tutoring on nightmare water."

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, almost on the second day, Hardy learned about the new rules of Snape's classroom from the students in his class.

Regarding Snape's teaching ideas and logic, Hardy can only say that the top students who can be trained from him must be the group of wizards who are most capable of fighting and facing cruelty.

Malfoy's face changed completely when he heard the word Nightmare Water. He had accidentally eaten half a bottle of his father's Nightmare Water by mistake before, and was fed ten hours of snot-scented cake alive in the dream.

That slimy taste is just downright bad.

To this day, Malfoy has a lot of psychological shadows on cakes and other foods.

"Hold... sorry." Malfoy blushed, fidgeting all over, asking him to apologize to others seemed to be another kind of punishment.

"Professor Ollivander, we have to go to the Quidditch pitch for training."

The other young Slytherin wizards also felt embarrassed in front of Hardy, and quickly supported Malfoy, and hurried away towards the Quidditch pitch in desperation.

"Professor Ollivander, I'm so sorry." Like a cat that has done something wrong, Hermione pulled Ron and Harry and lowered their heads together.

"It's nothing, everyone has impulsiveness, but I hope you can always remember, don't point your wand at your relatives, classmates or Muggles."

Patting Ron on the shoulder, Hardy said lightly: "Okay, if I remember correctly, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley should rush to Professor Flitwick's Charms class."

"Oh! My God, it's only 3 minutes until class starts." Hermione looked at the time and exclaimed suddenly.

She can't allow herself to be late for any class, it will make her feel awkward and unable to eat for a whole day.

Seeing Hermione dragging Ron hurriedly to the Charms classroom, Harry shrugged helplessly.

In order to prepare well for this year's Quidditch game, the Gryffindor team members collectively applied for some extra-curricular time for training.

"Professor Ollivander..."

Seeing everyone walking away, Harry suddenly thought of something and couldn't help asking.

"What? Mr. Potter?" Hardy set his eyes on Harry, and there was a trace of hesitation and confusion on the other's face.

"It's like this, professor, I have a friend... He told me that in recent nights, he could always hear some unreasonable whispers, as if someone was talking in his ear, but there was no one else in the room. "

Harry faltered.

Just in the last few nights, Harry could always hear some weird sounds intermittently in the dead of night.

"Follow master... order..."

"Tear...chew...kill..."

It was gloomy, whispering like a devil.This made Harry hard to find all night. In recent days, his mental state was not good, and his dark circles were exposed.

"You said you...is that friend of yours," Hardy paused, and asked in surprise, "Can you hear other people's voices in a place where no one is around?"

Harry nodded. If he didn't figure this out as soon as possible, his increasingly deteriorating mental state might not last the Quidditch game this school year.

"Well... this is a very interesting phenomenon, and there are many reasons that can be explained. It must be analyzed and judged according to a more specific situation."

"Auditory hallucinations caused by trance, side effects of some potions, toxicity of some special herbs... and even the awakening of some alternative language talents..."

"Ah, so that's the case..." Harry was a little disappointed, he still expected to get an answer from Professor Ollivander today.

Hardy thought for a while, and then gave Harry a meaningful look.

The other party can inexplicably hear some strange voices recently?This may imply that something big is going to happen in the near future?
"Well, you come to my office the day after tomorrow after dinner, and I will try to give you... your friend a feasible solution." Hardy said.

"Harry—"

"Come here!"

Not far away, Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, urged Harry to follow the team for training.

"Understood!" Harry waved his hand, then looked at Hardy gratefully: "Professor Ollivander, if it is really possible, that would be great."

Hardy was thoughtful as he watched Harry run quickly to the rest of the Quidditch team.

Whispers from No Man's Land?
What would that sound like?
Hardy vaguely felt that Hogwarts was going to be uneasy again...

(End of this chapter)