Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 73 New Semester
In the lounge, Hardy was still having an undercurrent exchange of pen and ink with Riddle.

From the conversation with the other party, Hardy realized an important issue. As a memory in the diary 50 years ago, Riddle is not ignorant of what is happening now.

At least, he knew some things about Voldemort. When he was angry, he could reveal a lot of information to Hardy with just a few words.

Someone had gotten Riddle's diary before, and it was very possible that he had come into contact with a memory inside!

Hardy remembered what Lockhart said back then. He picked up this tattered diary that someone left behind in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Well, I need to find out which little wizard this so-and-so is." Hardy thought, "Not only for his/her safety, but also for my plan not to go wrong."

"At least, I have to figure out whether that little wizard was bewitched by Riddle, and what information he revealed to him now." Hardy's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

Thinking of this, Hardy forcibly interrupted the communication with Riddle's diary again.

This kind of situation where there is no one in the middle of the chat has already made Riddle in the diary very irritable, but at the same time, he also feels deeply powerless.

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In a blink of an eye, the Christmas holiday is over and the new semester is here.

The Hogwarts Express spewed hot white steam, bringing all the young wizards of the right age scattered all over the UK to this wizarding school again.

At the school opening dinner, the auditorium was gorgeous and the atmosphere was cheerful.

On the ceiling, colorful petals fell one by one, causing the snow on the dining table to melt, and all kinds of steaming delicacies emerged from under the snow, which amazed the little wizards.

"Oh, this idea is really good, who came up with it?" Professor Sprout, who was sitting on the seat, nodded in admiration.

"Thanks to our Professor Ollivander for the inspiration." Professor Flitwick waved his magic wand and adjusted the color atmosphere of the auditorium ceiling to the best.

In the huge auditorium, the young wizards from the four colleges sat chatteringly on the wide and long oak dining table, talking about what they had seen and heard during the holiday.

"Listen, guys, I just found out that I actually have a Muggle cousin who is a star in Hollywood, USA!"

"Hollywood star? Can you tell me what her name is? Does she have any masterpieces?" A little witch asked curiously.

"Angelina Monica! I don't know her representative works. When I ask her, she is always shy."

A little Ravenclaw wizard muttered, "My mother gave me such a nasty look at the time, she said I was young."

He sighed weakly, "Hey, I'm already 11 years old, can't I still watch Hollywood movies?"

At the front of the auditorium, the professors of Hogwarts are having dinner happily and elegantly.

Snape glanced at the most empty seat in the center, raised his brows slightly, "Professor McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Picking up a handkerchief and wiping the jam from the corner of his mouth, Professor McGonagall replied, "Albus will be away from school for a while."

Seeing that several professors raised their heads, she continued: "Not long ago, Albus' younger brother Aberforth sent a letter. You may know a little bit about it. The two brothers have rarely seen each other."

"Oh, is there something serious going on?" Professor Sprout asked.

Nodding with a worried expression, "Pomona, I'm afraid it is, but what it is, Albus didn't tell me."

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick shook his head continuously, "Big things, big things, I don't like big things, can't we give people a few days of peace and quiet?"

Snape and Hardy looked at each other across the table, neither of them spoke.

At the Gryffindor dining table, Ron tugged on the wizard robes of Hermione and Harry, "Tell me, will everyone be surprised later?"

"Of course, Hogwarts Special Contribution Award is not something you can get casually." Hermione stretched her neck proudly, "I'm going to write a letter to tell Mom and Dad."

Ron dipped his fingers in strawberry juice excitedly, and wrote and drew on the table, "You know? I've been practicing my signature for the past few days, and it will definitely come in handy later."

"You're really thoughtful." Harry glanced at Ron in surprise.

When the dinner was about to come to an end, Professor McGonagall finally got up slowly.

She tapped the goblet in front of her with a silver fork, and her clear and loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention, "My little wizards from Hogwarts, I'm glad to see your smiling faces again."

With a gentle smile on his face, Professor McGonagall said: "At the beginning of the new semester, I will replace your dear Headmaster Dumbledore and send you my best wishes."

"Professor, where did Principal Dumbledore go?" In the direction of Slytherin, a little wizard raised his hand and asked, "Is it because of the Chamber of Secrets?"

Professor McGonagall replied, "That's exactly what I'm going to say next."

She pursed her lips and scanned the directions of the four colleges one by one, "Principal Dumbledore will leave the school for a while, and during this period, I will perform the duties of the principal on his behalf."

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with the Chamber of Secrets, he will be back soon." Professor McGonagall added, "Speaking of the Chamber of Secrets, we experienced a few months of fear together in the last semester."

"However, the problem has been fully resolved now." Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and the huge blue curtain in the auditorium was pulled back.

Mrs. Norris licking fur and Colin Creevey holding a magic camera appeared intact in front of everyone.

"Look! They're ready, cool!" the Weasley twins yelled loudly, and the entire auditorium erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"It's now! Snap shot! My photo will definitely be used by the Daily Prophet or Wizard Weekly." Colin Creevey waved to everyone with a smile, then raised the magic camera, and there was a burst of "click" Click".

"Meow~" Mrs. Norris licked her fine hair, and gracefully jumped onto Filch's shoulder.

The latter caressed the other party with his rough, callused palm, "It's finally safe and sound."

Hitting the goblet again with the silver fork, Professor McGonagall said: "Children, the crisis in the Chamber of Secrets has been completely resolved by three brave and united people."

"After full consideration by the school, I announce that Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley are awarded the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award!"

"Yo hoo!" The direction of Gryffindor immediately erupted into warm applause, "Hey! It's all our Gryffindor wizards!"

"Unbelievable, did I hear you right?" Percy, Ginny and the others all stared wide-eyed, looking at Ron in astonishment.

"What did you guys do during the vacation?" George and Fred asked in unison, and they looked at each other.

"Oh, it's nothing, but I found the secret room and got rid of the vicious monsters inside." Ron shook the envelope in his hand, "Mom and Dad will definitely be proud of me."

Hermione puffed up her mouth in surprise. She looked at the envelope in Ron's hand, "You even wrote the letter to your family in advance? You really have it."

"Potter! Potter!" Not far away, on the Slytherin table, Malfoy was holding a knife and fork, and angrily poked the plate.

"Look, how happy they are laughing! If Harry hadn't knocked me out, this honor should be mine!"

On the side, Goyle and Crabbe covered their ears, with painful expressions on their faces, "Draco, stop it."

"You care about me? I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it!" Malfoy yelled aggrievedly, "Compared to them, I just lack a chance..."

(End of this chapter)