A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 588 Event Fermentation

Chapter 588 Event Fermentation
When Felix returned to the office, he was surprised to see a row of owls standing in front of the window.

"Oh well, Easter, I forgot to leave the window," he belatedly said.

He opened the window, and Varen, who had just come out of the silver pocket watch, looked at the owls rushing in with curiosity. I waited for a long time and was aggrieved.

Varun climbed Felix's legs onto his shoulders and looked down at the package on the ground.

Felix remembered the Easter candy eggs he had received last year and hadn't eaten them all year.But in any case, the fact of receiving a gift is still very happy.And he could play Crackling Blast with Warren, and the winner would unwrap a gift.

The next morning, when he appeared in the auditorium, it was no surprise that he saw the students discussing with the newspapers.

"Malfoy..." a student whispered, exchanging glances.

He looked around, but didn't see Draco, he sat down and started to eat breakfast, and he needed to rush to the Ministry of Magic to continue to attend the trial later.The whole process will continue until the end of the Easter break, and Felix suddenly feels tempted to skip class.

But he didn't think of an excuse until he ate the last potato.The quick-acting skipping sugar developed by Fred and George didn't work for him, and he was on sick leave... well, he couldn't open his mouth.

In the end he went to the Ministry of Magic anyway.

……

the other side--

"Unbelievable, I still can't understand," Harry lowered his head, pretending to be dealing with a tough bone, Ron and Hermione leaned over and heard him whisper, "How could Malfoy and... be spies?" ?”

He looked up at the Slytherin table, where Draco was poking an apple pie with a fork impassively, and the nearest Slytherin was two seats away.

"It's Pansy Parkinson," Hermione whispered, looking over there. "She doesn't seem to have figured out how to deal with this complicated relationship."

She saw it very well.When Draco looked over, Pansy immediately turned to talk to Millicent next to him.

"Oh? That hurts enough, although I was taken aback." Ron said, his tangled expression was enough to prove that he was telling the truth, "I almost thought it was April Fool's Day, but Fred Several days have passed since I and George's birthdays, and I regret giving them funny hats." He said painfully, "It cost me 5 Galleons in total."

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"You mean funny hat?" Ron introduced him enthusiastically: "Zoko's new product, I saw a leaflet from Fred's book one day. It said that after wearing it, your face can be used by vampires. , werewolves and ghosts, grow some cute fangs, smooth mane and things like that."

"Sounds a bit like the Emerald Crown from 'Futurama,'" Hermione chimed in. "One is for changing faces, and the other is for changing clothes."

Ron shrugged. "Fred claimed that Zoko got inspiration from the anti-spell hat and thought he was at a loss. But I think it's funny."

"Professor Haip's birthday is coming soon, isn't it?" Harry said, "I think it's the 15th?"

"Number 8, we got it wrong last time," said Hermione.

"Isn't that today?" Ron said in surprise, "Fred and George also said they wanted to make big news," he said happily, "Oh, I have to keep this a secret, and none of you are allowed to tell them ..."

Later, they have Ron's owl piggy fly out of the owl shack with a package.

"It looks like it's struggling." Hermione looked at the sky worriedly.

"No way, Hedwig doesn't want to go to the professor anymore, she feels ashamed." Harry said helplessly.

They witnessed the little pig wobbling in the air, like a living pendulum, and finally turned a corner with difficulty and disappeared from sight.But they knew that if they climbed over a few towers—if the piggy didn't accidentally crash into a pillar, it would fly into the ancient rune office.

"Do you think the professor would like that telescope?" Ron asked, and without waiting for an answer, he said to himself: "I was going to send a pet mouse to keep Warren company. To be honest, I think They look very similar... It's a pity that the time is too short, that telescope was used by George for testing, it should be a new product, but I haven't had time... Hermione, what did you send?"

"A potted plant," said Hermione.

"That's a good idea, I have to write it down." Ron's eyes lit up.

Harry said nothing.He stared at the blue sky, and his thoughts drifted away with the owl.He had just had a crazy idea, and he thought he must be crazy, but he couldn't help thinking about a question: When is Snape's birthday?Maybe...but the next second he put the thought behind him.Come to think of it, he told himself, it wouldn't matter much if Snape was undercover now.

Well, it's actually quite remarkable, Harry thought reluctantly, admiring it, thinking about his own confrontation with Voldemort.He wasn't afraid of Voldemort, but let him calmly talk to Voldemort and get close... Harry's goosebumps came up.

He hadn't seen Snape in the cemetery, maybe he was hiding there, or was it late?
Harry thought of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters that night. He didn't hear all of it, but he still remembered the first part, Voldemort's lamenting his own rebirth while threatening the Death Eaters.

"One has no guts to come back... will pay the price. The other, I think, has left me forever... Of course he will be put to death..."

Thinking about it now, the former might refer to Karkaroff, while the latter refers to Snape.

But Snape was alive and well now, and Harry didn't know how he did it.

He couldn't help but imagine the scene where Snape and Voldemort met, but because of lack of reference, his mind went blank.In his mind, Snape was either lecturing in his characteristically slow, drawn-out voice, sarcasm students; or suddenly appeared from behind, taunting and showing other students How badly Harry had boiled the potion and had to give it a low grade...but Harry didn't think Snape would treat Voldemort with either of those attitudes.

Probably just like the other Death Eaters, Harry thought, and he felt sick at the thought of those Death Eaters kneeling and groveling before Voldemort.He would have preferred Snape to be tougher.

Coming out of the owl hut, they couldn't help talking about the Malfoys again.Ron mentioned Draco Malfoy's grandfather, "That's a powerful man."

"Is he a Death Eater too?" Harry asked.

"No one knows," said Ron, but then he lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "My dad said he might have been one of You-Know-Who's early patrons." mouth.

"But he was never caught, and died a respectable death." Ron added, "His son doesn't look bright enough next to him, I mean Lucius Malfoy."

Harry grinned happily.

"Let me think about it," he counted with his fingers, "declaring that he had been under the Imperius Curse after losing the first war, and later became Fudge's withdrawal bag, and lost the status of school director in our second grade, Oh, yes—and Dobby! Half a year ago, he knelt in front of Voldemort and confessed his mistakes, and now he is hiding somewhere and cannot get out—yes, I understand what you mean."

They talked and laughed, Malfoy had always been against them, and now they were quite gloating to see this family's misfortune.But when they walked into the common room they realized that Malfoy was now on their side.

"I'd rather he'd been a Death Eater—"

"Oh, don't be silly."

They were sitting on a table looking through their schoolbags. The professors obviously didn't intend to make the students feel comfortable during the holidays, and tacitly left a pile of homework.This also led to a considerable number of fifth-grade students not going home, but staying in school sighing, yawning and making up homework.

Ron took out the parchment and quill pen from his schoolbag, and said angrily, "Those junior students are too noisy, I really want to deduct points for them." But with the homework of each subject in front of him, his The momentum disappeared visibly with the naked eye.

Harry lay on the table, using his wand to casually light the review plan timetable that Hermione gave them yesterday. The tasks of each subject were clearly marked. "I also added a countdown timer," Hermione said happily, "it's in the upper left corner."

Harry stared at the number '59' on the parchment, feeling a sudden urge to tear it off.

"Tell me, how did Lucius Malfoy get in touch with Professor Hemp?" He couldn't help asking.

Hermione pushed the newspaper towards him.Ron said disgustedly from the side: "You believe that? 'Confidential' - how the hell is that possible? If I ask him, he probably got unlucky when he did something illegal and got caught by the professor, so asked the professor Let him go..." Hermione glared at him.

"Ahem, I mean, nice job."

"Death Eaters have a complex composition," Hermione tried to figure it out: "There are ambitious people, there are also people who are cruel by nature, and there are those who rush to get a little prestige." She thought for a while, and then said: "A few Bewitched by the mysterious man's evil ideas..."

Harry thought of Sirius' brother Regulus.

"...you can't tell when the mysterious man has the upper hand, but once he falls into a downturn," Hermione pointed contemptuously at the photo of Selwyn's trial in the newspaper, "we will be able to tell the quality of these people. "

There was a sound of laughing and joking in the living room, and they turned their heads—Harry and Ron wished there was something new—and saw Fred and George holding a colorful hat in their hands, watching the sound of booing , while putting on the hat.There was exclamation and laughter from the crowd, and Fred and George spun around to demonstrate, and when they turned to Harry, the three finally got a good look at their faces.

Harry was taken aback and almost thought he saw a combination of vampire and ghost(?).Fred's face was as white as paper, his cheeks sunken like chronic malnutrition, his eyes were abnormally bloodshot, but the most conspicuous thing was his fangs that were deliberately bared; George was another picture of horror. Human face—his hair turned black, and it grew so long that it fell to the ground, his face was like a skeleton, with a green light on his surface, scarier than the vampires beside him.

The two let out a mischievous laugh.

After a while the crowd dispersed and Fred and George came and sat beside them.They still had that strange face on their faces, Ron subconsciously leaned back, Fred and George grinned.

"Don't like our new face?"

"It's okay, you guys seem to like this hat," Ron countered in a mocking tone, "Who said you weren't satisfied before?"

"It's two different things," said Fred earnestly. "We thought it was a fitting hat."

"Yes, it can add luster to Professor Haipu's birthday party..." George said cheerfully.

The three looked at each other, and Ron kept winking at Harry and Hermione, reminding them not to slip up, Fred and George looked at them strangely.

"Is there anything we don't know?"

"No." Ron said, and he changed the subject abruptly, "Have you heard that "A New Explanation of the Runes" said that an ancient runes yearbook is being prepared, and everyone is welcome to contribute."

"It's a big deal," said Fred happily, taking off his hat, and the fangs and pale sunken cheeks disappeared. "Which part are you going to be in?"

"What about you?" Harry asked warily.

"Professional dynamics." Fred said without hesitation: "We created a new profession, George and I. The profession is named 'Prank Merchant'." He winked at Harry, "The requirements are very high: ancient runes , basic alchemy, transfiguration, charms, and wild imagination—”

"And a wild heart," said George half-truthfully.

"Sounds like boasting," murmured Ron.

"Have you tried the punching binoculars?" Fred asked suddenly, staring into his brother's face.

"Not yet, uh—I'm giving it away." Ron wanted to be vague, but Fred stared at him, and he could only tell the truth.

"Give it away? To whom?" cried Fred and George in unison.

"Punching binoculars? Punching?" Harry caught the key word.

Ron suddenly looked terrified.

Fred and George stared at his expression and smiled, "Okay, we won't ask any more." Fred said pretending to be generous.

"Anyway, we will know in the end," George added.

"Come on - that thing - Merlin's beard!" cried Ron. "What the hell is that thing for?"

But Fred and George just looked at him with regretful eyes, as if his life was not long... Ron panicked even more. He just wanted to go to the professor's office to get the gift back and exchange it for another one, but when he thought of Crabbe and Goyle's unlucky looks put him off the idea.

"Speak up! You!" he roared.

Ron rushed forward and shook Fred's collar vigorously. Fred insisted on not letting go, with an expression of watching the show.

"Will they really recognize the name?" Hermione asked after the silence had subsided, "I heard that the reviewers are all very old—except for Professor Hemp."

"There's no harm in trying." George said eagerly, "I can see that they are desperately looking for talents and expanding their territory! It also mentioned above, 'Once the profession is officially recognized, in addition to being included in the magic Ministry of Career Directory, plus all kinds of support.'”

"—after the war," said Hermione.

"What?" Fred asked.

"There is indeed what you said, but it can't be fulfilled until after the war is over." Hermione whispered.

"Why didn't I see it?" Fred and George were stunned for a moment, and Qiqi called out.

"It's written on the last page of the last issue of Runes Explained," said Hermione.The two couldn't sit still, and they left in a hurry.After they disappeared, Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and Harry said uncertainly, "Prankster? Sounds good. But will there really be such a profession in the future?"

During this period of time, he has been studying the brochures of various occupations issued by the school. Although he thinks that he will become an Auror in the future, it does not prevent him from reading the requirements of other occupations with relish, and talking to the people in the dormitory before going to sleep Discussed late into the night.

"If pranks are acceptable, why don't I create a new career myself?" Ron muttered disapprovingly.

"So you have an idea?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron was dumbfounded, and Harry knew he said it casually, so he asked quickly, "Hermione, do you know how to make the number nine amulet?"

"You need to use the 'flame' rune and the 'protection' rune," Hermione said subconsciously: "you must combine them together, which is equivalent to two sets of circuits. When they work at the same time, they will absorb the surrounding flames, And then let it out in one go.”

"That doesn't sound like much," said Harry. "There are many spells that do the same thing."

"You can give it to children," said Hermione, "and if you're going to study fire magic, it's quite useful. It'll buy you a second or two even against Fiendfyre—although after using it once It's broken."

They started to do their homework, and after a while, Harry started to feel sleepy. He tried his best to stare at the History of Magic textbook, the Ilfracombe Incident, Ilfracombe... Is this a person's name or a place name?Forget it, Harry yawned and copied the name on the parchment.

His thoughts started to wander, he was already thinking about the party with Sirius at night, and Kreacher, I don't know if he is used to being in the kitchen...

At the same time, Felix sat listlessly on the bench in the courtroom, staring at a dark wizard whose skin was so dark that it could reflect light.

Where did Voldemort find these people?
Yesterday, Lucius' words swirled in his mind, making Felix want to go to Malfoy Manor to see if it was burned to ruins - this at least proved that Voldemort was very angry after reading the newspaper.

"Bang!" The mallet fell heavily.

"Papastaso Buvaški Van Buron Papadopoulos Malafie Miguel Alves, guilty!"

(End of this chapter)

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