A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 426 Information about the twins
The next morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione came to the auditorium and saw the three of Cedric were also dining. They looked at each other and sat opposite them tacitly.

"Um... hi, hello," said Harry, and Cedric put down his fork and smiled at them.

Harry was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing what to say, especially since the man in front of him had danced at least seven dances with Cho at the Yule Ball, and he didn't get any chance.

He mumbled something, but Cedric didn't catch it and looked at Harry suspiciously.

"I, ahem—I mean, Ron has something to say to Collins."

This time it was Ron's turn to stutter. "What - me? Oh, it's me..." He shot Harry a look, and at that moment Collins put down his knife and fork and looked over at them, his eyes moving authoritatively between Harry and Ron.

Ron looked at Collins, his face was flushed red, Collins' two thick eyebrows and short brown hair looked very sharp together, he remembered his poor performance in front of Fleur again, Ron muttered softly: "Thank you..."

"Have you thought about what to say?" Collins asked him.

"I mean - thank you for the reminder, you know, at the ball...you were wearing a blue dress, and you came over and gave me the clue to the golden egg, and I didn't quite catch it, but I felt the need, heck Well, I need to say thank you..." Ron gasped, and Harry echoed, "Yeah, that's right."

When Collins and the others left, Ron's ears were still red.

"Aren't you only allergic to hibiscus?" Harry asked, trying to muffle Hermione's laughter and bring the topic into serious discussion.

"I don't know . . . my mind went blank when her black eyes were on me," said Ron pessimistically. "First Fleur, then Collins. Is there anything wrong with me?"

"Yeah, still pretty sick, but only around pretty girls," Hermione pointed out sharply.

Feeling that Ron had made a fool of himself, Harry moved the plate in front of him—Ron was about to spill the beef pumpkin pie filling on his plate—and whispered to them. He talked about what happened in the office of the ancient magic text professor last night.

After waking up, his memories came back, and Harry emphasized the strange magic book.

"Sounds like that book should be in the Restricted Section..." commented Ron, throwing the pie on his plate.

"No, the professor said he got inspiration from dementors. To be honest, I think the professor's research field is very weird." Harry said his thoughts.

"Any study of any knowledge to an advanced level will look strange to others." Hermione said naturally.

Harry thought about it seriously, but he didn't know much about other professors' lives outside of the classroom. In his imagination, Professor Flitwick might like opera and afternoon tea, and he would use a magic spell to make those small teacups and The teapot would move, and maybe a wisecrack or two (like those enchanted servants he'd seen in movies); Professor McGonagall would probably spend all his free time with heavy school work, Sneak Pu would disembowel the longhorned toad when he was free, and the first thing Trelawney did when she got up in the morning was to hold a crystal ball to decide which clothes to wear today...

Professor Haipu may not only read books, study runes, but also play cards with Varun?As for Professor Moody, in the past Harry might have imagined him taking his own wooden leg off and oiling it, the way Harry himself tended the Firebolt, but now Harry was left with nothing but sympathy—perhaps the past few years had passed. For months, every time Professor Moody returned to his office, he would bounce on the bed like a puppet, and then Barty Crouch Jr. would sneak in and look through his memories.

Being able to deceive Dumbledore at least shows that Barty Crouch Jr. is very skilled in disguise, and is likely to be good at Occlumency.

At this time, the three warriors of Waggadu passed in front of them, chattering, and Harry heard a familiar word. He thought it was an illusion, until he and Ron looked around and saw Lee Jordan approaching the three The Ouagadu warrior waved, and the Weasley twins furtively took out a stack of parchment and handed it to the warrior named "Branzeego" - he had both sides of his hair shaved clean, leaving a hideous hole in the middle. Spiky hairstyle.

Harry was impressed with him because he could turn into a hawk, and the fight with the opal-eye in the first project was brilliant.

"How did they get together?" said Ron incredulously.

"It seems that Li Qiaodan has acted as a middleman." Harry looked over there thoughtfully, Li Qiaodan was patting his chest, and his unique voice floated from a distance, "...Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable..."

"Fred and George won't make their minds on the people of Waggadu. If international disputes are caused, they will be in big trouble..." Hermione said worriedly.

"Fred and George know what they're doing. At most, they're selling their new products or something... Shouldn't they?" Ron's tone became uncertain.

Soon, Fred and George were gone, Lee Jordan was still joking with the three of Ouagadou, Harry, Ron and Hermione hurried to their feet and intercepted the twins in the hall.

"Oh, hello, I didn't see you just now." Fred was taken aback.

"What were you doing just now?" Ron asked directly.

"It's nothing, let's meet Li's new friend." George replied evasively, turning his head towards the auditorium.

"I saw it." Ron said, "You handed them something, not a prank product, but a stack of parchment, it may be some important information..."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"If you revealed any secrets that caused Hogwarts to lose the game..." Ron said it deliberately serious, watching his two brothers' expressions become serious with satisfaction.

"You're so lenient, it seems that being a warrior has given you a lot of confidence," Fred said.

"Are you preparing for next year, little Ronnie, do you want to be a prefect?" George teased.

Ron blushed and said annoyedly, "I don't want to be a prefect—"

"But our little brother has a point this time," said Fred, rubbing his chin.

"Maybe I stumbled into it blindly."

Ron's face was turning as red as his hair when Harry interrupted, "So, what did you think?"

Fred and George looked at each other, "Listen, it's very simple, Lee Jordan made friends with the students of Waggadu, you know, his looks are very advantageous..." Harry couldn't help laughing After a while, Fred said again: "Vagadou School of Magic is different from us in many ways. They are good at transformation, alchemy, astronomy, and spell casting..."

"There are also various alchemy gadgets popular there. The principle is not difficult, but the ideas are very interesting, such as various types of amulets... just like Dumbledore said, communication." George shrugged and said.

"They came to us two days ago, just before Christmas, and said they wanted to know about the Black Lake... This is not information that needs to be kept secret. I bet there are at least a hundred books in the library that mentioned it. Of course, It takes time to find," Fred said.

George blinked and said, "Unless they are too stupid to remember to ask Mrs. Pince, her sense of presence is actually quite strong, stronger than the rope that can smack people in front of the restricted area."

(End of this chapter)