Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 79 The First Lesson
On the first day of the new semester, Hardy was in an extremely happy mood.

After so many episodes, he's finally out of his soul-damaged plight.

After one night, his sense of taste and touch had recovered.

Everything is going in a good direction.

He was walking in the corridor leading to the alchemy classroom, and happened to meet Sybill Trelawney, who was in charge of the divination class.

"Good morning, Professor Trelawney." Hardy greeted the other party refreshedly.

"Oh, Professor Ollivander, good morning, you..." Trelawney looked at him with complicated eyes.

She remembered the previous prophecy to the young man in front of her, that she was dying, which was not good news.

But when she looked up at the other party, the expression on her face became astonished, "Oh, oh, my God, Professor Ollivander, you seem to..."

Trelawney turned around the other party, as if she saw something incredible, "You...you...you look very good today."

Hardy smiled and nodded, "Yes, I have never felt so relaxed. I have to say that your divination is very accurate."

"Accurate? No, I don't want the divination results I saw that day to come true. Professor Ollivander, you need to know what my divination means."

Hardy interrupted the other party, "Don't worry, Professor Trelawney, I'm fine, someone went to see Death instead of me."

Blinking his eyes, Hardy glanced at the owl clock in the Charms classroom, "Professor Trelawney, both of us will be late for class."

After Hardy's reminder, Trelawney immediately shivered, "My God, I can't keep the students waiting for me."

She rushed to the classroom in a hurry, but just walked a few steps before turning her head back.

"Professor Ollivander, although I can't understand what you are talking about, I am really happy for you to see that you are fine."

Hardy waved his wand gracefully and bowed to the other party, "Thank you for your concern, Professor Trelawney."

After bidding farewell to Trelawney, Hardy walked quickly towards the alchemy classroom. On the way, he saw Snape who was in charge of classroom discipline inspection for the new semester.

"Professor Ollivander, what did you do?" Snape crossed his hands, tightly clutching his pitch-black robe, and walked over.

Hardy greeted the other party, smiled and said, "Sorry, Professor Snape, I don't know what you're talking about."

With a sullen face, Snape said flatly, "Since Professor Ollivander doesn't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Passing by Hardy, Snape reminded: "There are still 3 minutes, and the morning class is about to start. Even if you are a professor, you shouldn't be late for class."

"Yes, Professor Snape's reminder is very valuable." Hardy put away his wand, "but—"

He raised his head, showing a row of white teeth, "Perhaps the professor hasn't noticed yet, my alchemy classroom is here."

Hardy stretched out his left hand and slowly pushed open an oak door in the corridor.

"Good morning, Professor Ollivander!" The first-year wizards in the classroom cheered loudly.

Now that Hardy is in Hogwarts, his popularity has been rising all the way. Whether it is his teaching style or the way he treats people, he is highly sought after by young wizards.

Vanessa, a senior, even once thought about forming an Ollivander fan club at school, but Hardy stopped it in time after learning the news.

"Professors at Hogwarts are not stars in the Muggle world, and I have to be responsible to you." These are the exact words Hardy exhorted Vanessa.

Then, he confiscated one hundred autographed photos of Professor Ollivander that the other party had made privately and intended to distribute.

In the corridor, under Snape's gaze, Hardy walked into the first grade classroom.

Hearing the applause and cheers in the classroom, Snape could only turn black and leave, "Huge magical power! Ollivander, you once again amaze me."

In the alchemy classroom of the first grade, Hardy walked briskly to the podium.

"Thank you for the warm welcome," Hardy said, laughing. "Thank you, thank you, but—"

Hadi raised his voice, "Do you think that I won't check your vacation homework?"

As soon as the voice fell, the classroom was full of desperate wailing.

"Miss Weasley," Hardy paced on the podium, looking at Ginny who stood up, "tell me, what is the homework for the alchemy course during the Christmas holidays."

Pursing her lips, Ginny whispered timidly: "Let us sort out the names of the seven alchemy materials we are most familiar with, as well as their detailed appearance, smell and use."

Nodding, Hardy pulled out his wand from his wizard robe, "Then hand in all your homework for the holidays."

Waving the crystal wand, a flying spell rippled throughout the classroom like water ripples.

Nearly 20 pieces of parchment flipped over, and all of them flew into Hardy's hands.

5 minute later.

Hardy put down the stack of parchment in his hand, raised his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Boozer and Mr. Ronning, I'm sorry to inform you that your vacation homework has not been completed."

"Please copy a paper on alchemy materials and send it to my office before this week, and recite the whole text."

As soon as the words fell, the two chubby little wizards immediately stood up unbelievably.

One of them yelled, "That's impossible, Professor, we both finished our homework!"

"Yes, professor, there must be a mistake somewhere. Our parchment is full of dense writing." Another little wizard said aggrievedly.

Picking up the wand, two pieces of parchment jumped out of Hardy's hands like elves.

He tapped the two pieces of parchment floating in front of him with his crystal wand, "That's right, gentlemen, you have indeed written a lot diligently."

"Then why?" The two young wizards asked in unison.

Hardy's expression immediately became serious, "But, Ginny Weasley's name is written all over your homework!"

Lifting his chin up slightly, Hardy continued: "Mr. Boozer, and Mr. Ronning, can anyone explain?"

"I don't think that a Christmas holiday will make you happy to forget your name."

In the classroom, two chubby little wizards lowered their heads in embarrassment, and Ginny, who was not far away, blushed so much that she wanted to get under the table.

"Boozer, you idiot, why did you put Ginny Weasley's name on it?"

"Hey! Didn't you tell me to copy everything down?"

The two little wizards lowered their heads and muttered in a low voice, then with drooping faces, they took back the thesis materials that needed to be copied and recited in full from Hardy.

"Okay, in the new semester, let's continue to learn common alchemy materials."

Hardy waved his wand and knocked on the podium, "Please turn to page 96 of the textbook, and see Chapter 12, Section 6..."

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Class time flies by.

When class was about to end, Hardy suddenly closed the textbook in his hand.

"By the way, there is one important thing, I have to remind a certain little wizard among you."

Hardy looked serious, "If anyone has come into contact with a special diary some time ago, I hope you can take the initiative to come to my office this afternoon."

Facing the puzzled eyes of the little wizards in the classroom, Hardy continued: "That diary is not a friendly item."

"Although I already know who the person in the classroom who has been exposed to it is, I am still willing to give you a chance to stand up for yourself."

When Hardy dropped these words and left the classroom, the bewildered little wizards immediately began to talk about it.

"Hey! What diary? Where did you get the diary?"

"What happened? Is there anything special about the diary that Professor Ollivander mentioned?"

"Ginny, why do you look so pale?" In the first row of the classroom, a little witch from Gryffindor looked at Ginny.

"No, it's nothing." Ginny pursed her lips, her face turned pale.

She looked at the direction Hardy left, her body trembling, her expression complicated...

(End of this chapter)