A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 277 Appearance
Hogwarts does not celebrate Valentine's Day, at least the professors don't mention it much, and the homework left on Friday yesterday will not lose a point.But for little wizards, this is a very important festival.

"Think about it, there's only one day a year when girls put on beautiful clothes and wait affectionately for someone's invitation..."

Waking up early in the morning, Harry walked out of the dormitory listlessly, and saw the Weasley twins selling couple mirrors with a tall, freckled boy.

"...We now have two styles. If you think the heart shape belongs to passionate love, it is not suitable for you. You can try the rectangular one. We can match it with some small Cupid decorations."

"But... I don't have anyone to send." The freckle-faced boy said hesitantly.

"Opportunities wait for no one! Buy our products, go back and change into formal clothes, and send out invitations in the morning—" Fred said in a tone full of temptation.

George was performing on the sidelines, and he put his right hand to his chest and bowed affectionately, "Ma'am, can I invite you to take a walk together?"

The boys happily bought their products.

Harry gave the twins a thumbs up, and the twins returned a broad smile.

"Will anyone still buy it?"

"Valentine's Day represents sweet love, like bamboo shoots springing up suddenly, even people who didn't plan to buy it can't help but be moved..."

Harry walked over to Hermione, pleased to see that she was no different than usual.She was correcting a stack of thick papers. He glanced at them and found out with a guilty conscience that they turned out to be the ancient rune test papers of the third grade. There were six mistakes, and Harry wondered how many red circles there would be on his paper.

He reached out to flip through it, and Hermione slapped his hand, "Don't mess it up, this is the result of my morning."

It wasn't long before Ron came out, one of his trousers tangled in a sock, and when Harry pointed this out, he yawned and fiddled with his trousers.

"Any event?" he asked.

"We asked Neville and the others to read books by the Black Lake, remember, this is one of the few things we can do." Harry said, Professor McGonagall seemed to want to lock him in the castle to mold at first, but after After he reasoned hard, some places outside the castle were reluctantly opened to him.

For example, the Black Lake is a good place, it is backed by the castle, and the surroundings are unobstructed, so Blake can't think about it before appearing in this place.

"Just right," Ron cheered up: "I can try the newly learned Prison Curse again. The duel match is about to begin, and I don't want to go round."

Due to the large number of applicants, the duel competition has been changed to the second day of the weekend, that is, it will start at ten o'clock in the morning tomorrow, and it will last for a whole day.

Harry said matter-of-factly, "You're pretty good in the dueling party." At least, Ron was the third person to learn the spell after him and Hermione, albeit at a cost.

The little jar of bruise ointment he'd ordered from Madam Pomfrey had run out.

Ron's interest was obviously high. In the next period of time, he began to talk about his experience in learning this spell: "As Professor Haipu said, you must understand this spell. How do you understand it? I personally think that you must experience magic for yourself. Makes you feel..."

Ginny and Neville came out soon. At this time, Hermione quickly finished grading the last test paper. She glanced at the time: "Let's go."

Coming out of the lounge, they were surprised to find that there were already some people in the corridor, and couples were strolling around holding hands generously.And near every boy and girl with tangled eyes, there is a person he or she likes in his or her sight.

They passed by a group of second-grade girls, the wind blowing their conversation, "What do you think...professor...my card?"

"What's going on in their heads?" said Ron incredulously.

Hermione understood: "Maybe they just want to send a holiday greeting..."

They waited at the gate of the castle for a few minutes, and Luna appeared bouncingly, holding Ginny's hand, "It's right to get out of the castle, so that you can avoid the hooks in the mistletoe."

"Hook... what?" Ron asked.

"The hook, it will make people flustered and their minds not working..."

"That would explain why witches like to kiss under the mistletoe," Ron teased, and Harry tried to laugh, but Ginny and Hermione stared at him.

On the grass by the Black Lake and under the shade of the trees, there were little wizards sitting in twos and threes. They picked an open space and enjoyed a leisurely time.Until the third girl handed Harry a card with the encouragement of his friends, Ron said sourly, "Why didn't you accept their invitation."

With some heat on Harry's face, he stammered, "I, uh... because of..."

Luna said cheerfully, "Do you have someone you like?"

As soon as the words were finished, Ron and Ginny immediately stared at Harry's face, as if they wanted to see a flower.Harry roared angrily, "No—"

Luna stared at him with a surprised expression.

"You scared her," said Hermione sternly, and Ron defended Harry, "Luna usually does that too, doesn't she?"

Luna said in a daze, "I don't think she was talking about me." She pointed to a weeping willow by the lake in the distance, and everyone looked in the direction of her finger.

Ron narrowed his eyes: "It seems to be a boy." He looked at Harry meaningfully.

Harry said in embarrassment: "Maybe it's because of my yelling... just..."

However, after more than ten minutes, the boy was still staring at this side, and even Harry felt that he was uncomfortable.

Hermione stood up, "Why don't we ask him, maybe he has something important." She walked to the willow tree and talked silently, pointing at Harry.

After a while, Hermione came back and looked at them inexplicably: "He refused to say a word."

Ron laughed, "Only let Harry go."

Harry got up from the grass and shrugged, "It's definitely not what you think. Wait, I guess it's about the dueling study group?"

He walked over and almost saw the boy's appearance. He should be a first-year freshman, wearing a loose old robe, and the corners of the fabric were all frayed.

All this reminded him of Ron, and Harry smiled, wondering if this boy was really his admirer, how should he make his tone both tactful and firm, a Colin Creevey is enough to give him a headache that's it.

Sixty feet, fifty feet, the boy on the opposite side looked at Harry with the same surprise, and opened his mouth to say something.

"Om~Om~"

Harry's pocket began to vibrate, and immediately there was a piercing beeping sound, so loud that it could be heard halfway around the Black Lake.

Harry's smile froze, and time seemed to slow down suddenly. He could see every change in the expression on the boy's face, and even wondered if he was the same.

But in the next second, he realized a fact - looking glass!The looking glass is ringing!

"It's Sirius Black, run!" Harry roared loudly, he leaned to one side nimbly, reached out and drew out his wand, a red light flew out in the blink of an eye.

But the spell missed the willow tree, and the boy, no, Sirius Black also drew out a wand, blocked the thick rope flying towards him, turned and ran.

Harry chased after him without even thinking about it, the sharp beeping made him unable to hear the surrounding sounds, his heart beat faster, and he chased after Black with all his might.

"Harry, don't take any chances!"

Percy hugged him in a panic, still holding a peanut chip in one hand, and Harry struggled, "Let go - let me - catch - him -"

He kept staring at Black and going away, and the surrounding students watched all this blankly, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny ran over, "Harry, oh - is that, is that?" Herr Min Shang yelled out of breath, trying to drown out the beeping.

"It's Sirius Black!" Harry yelled, not getting what he heard.

Neville asked blankly, "What are you talking about?"

"Whoosh!"

Everyone saw Professor Hemp descending from the sky, the Nimbus broom flashed away, his wand pointed at Harry, and the beeping disappeared.

"Professor—Sirius Black, here he comes!"

"Pretending to be a student, Polyjuice Potion—"

"He still has a wand in his hand!"

Felix said calmly: "Which direction did he go?"

Harry hurriedly pointed in one direction, and he suddenly realized that it was Hermione who told him that it was impossible to apparate near Hogwarts, which meant that there was still a chance!
(End of this chapter)