A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor - Chapter 701

Is it a house elf?

Harry’s heart moved, remembering what Hermione said at Gringotts, the future world and Hogwarts’ house-elves agreed to join the Pan-Magic Alliance. Next, the Ministry of Magic will gradually clear the house-elves in the hands of the ancient family. , especially those who are being abused…

The mental state of these house-elves from Future World Company is surprisingly good. It may be related to the smiling faces on their faces, or it may be because the clothes they wear are close to the aesthetics of normal people, not only wearing a pillowcase, but also distinguishing Shirts, trousers, and odd strips of cloth for decoration were better than Hogwarts, and for a moment Harry suddenly understood Hermione’s long-standing insistence.

He raised his head and looked at the lively little guys on the second floor, trying to identify a familiar individual from them. It was not easy. He swept his eyes back and forth twice without finding Dobby. I felt a hand grab my pants and tug.

Harry bowed his head.

“More than?”

“Harry Potter, sir! Hello!” A house-elf looked up at him with big round eyes, dressed a bit like Professor Flitwick in the school, who was familiar with Harry. Dobby, tears of long-awaited reunion flashing in his eyes.

Harry had a bad premonition in his heart, Dobby took two steps back and flew into his arms, his two slender arms tightly wrapped around him, his slender nose poked his stomach, and Harry took a lot of effort. Only then did he break away. “You’re fine, Dobby,” he said breathlessly.

Dobby took a few steps back, looking at Harry with a smile on his face.

“Harry Potter, sir!”

Harry looked at Dobby. He was in good spirits, and his clothes showed his unique preferences in many details, such as the magenta sweater inside his coat, which seemed to have been given by Ron for Christmas which year; A tie with a green circle with two black dots embroidered on the tie clip, Harry guessed it was Dobby’s workmanship, but didn’t know what it meant; the house-elf also had two Thick socks of different colors, walking without a sound.

“Mr. Harry Potter, please come with me.”

The house-elf grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him through the crowd and up the steeply curved spiral staircase.

“Wait, wait, Dobby, I’m not alone, and some of my friends, Ron, Neville, Hermione—” Harry said, looking back to find that Ron had been killed by his twins My brother was watching, Neville was with Mr. Ollivander, and he seemed to be asking Mr. Ollivander to check his wand; Hermione was gone, and she was still here just now—

“Dobby knows that it was Dobby who called Miss Granger away, and Dobby has something for Mr. Harry Potter!”

“You called Hermione away?” Harry said in surprise.

“Yes, Dobby is following Mr. Lupin’s advice, and Dobby is willing to help,” said the house-elf walking ahead, and they came to the second floor, “Dobby has prepared a coming-of-age gift from Mr. Harry Potter— ”

“Oh, um, thank you, Dobby.” Harry froze for a moment, suddenly realizing that his seventeenth birthday was just a few days away, and the month went by so fast. But he immediately realized that Bill and Fleur’s original wedding date was also in these days, but it was not clear whether it would take place on time. And – what was Lupin looking for Hermione for?

Thoughts ran through Harry’s mind, but all doubts changed when he saw a house-elf in a pink lace pillowcase. “Dobby, that’s Winky?” He recognized the big brown eyes and the look The nose of the squashed tomato, to be precise, he was more impressed by the latter feature.

But what really made him distinguish her from a bunch of house-elves was because she was one of the few who still wore pillowcases as clothing.

“It’s Twinkle,” Dobby said. They walked up the escalator, downstairs was the hall of the Sword Castle, and Harry could see the backs of the people downstairs from above.

“But she’s still wearing a pillowcase, why? Isn’t she free?”

Dobby’s footsteps slowed down, “Winky can’t forget Mr. Crouch, Winky keeps counting the days, saving money while counting the days, three years, two years, and now only the second half of the year is left.”

So Barty Crouch has half a year to get out of jail? Harry thought.

They passed a dozen gates along the way, flanked on either side by ten-foot-tall magical puppets, which came in handy when the Death Eaters attacked, as well as in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic and the more important corridors. They stopped in front of a door that, if anything, had two door handles, one of which was surprisingly low.

Harry’s doubts were answered when he saw Dobby turn the handle effortlessly.

Inside the door is a huge and spacious annular space. Harry took a rough look and saw that there were several areas inside. Except for the two rows of small benches on the work area, there was also a place for the house-elves to rest. All the furniture was pocket-sized. Harry thought he was getting taller.

He turned his head subconsciously, and Hermione’s figure flashed by on the fifth floor in his sight.

…

“Professor, are you here too?” Hermione was surprised to see Felix being there when she closed the door from inside the house. Dobby only told her that Lupin was looking for her, not anyone else. Therefore, although the sword castle is theoretically the property of Professor Haipu, she has no confidence in seeing the professor here.

Sometimes Hermione obviously had a feeling that if the professor resigned from the school one day, he might hide in a place where no one could find him (such as the moon) to study magic, and it would take three or five years before he suddenly remembered that he was still alive. I have a group of friends, so I went out to visit relatives and friends. But the professor is actually not good at dealing with people at all. Many of his reactions are pre-planned, and they are used directly when encountering different situations. This secret can only be discovered by those closest to it. In addition, the professor is not an enthusiastic person, and there are very few things that can make him move, so it will give people the feeling of being calm.

Of course Felix didn’t know what Hermione was thinking at the moment, he nodded at her and motioned for Hermione to come over. There were others in the spacious office, Hermione looked at them in turn, Lupin, Snape, and—

“Professor Slughorn?”

Hermione’s voice rose slightly, and she looked in surprise at the squat old wizard who had formed a ball on the sofa. Slughorn, Professor of Potions at Hogwarts.

“Come here, Miss Granger, we were just talking about Potions Simplification,” said Slughorn kindly. Hermione took a seat and sat down. He continued: “Felix mentioned that you had a similar experience, uniting students from four colleges last school year, didn’t you? To prepare for the O.W.Ls exam…”

“That’s different from what we’ve negotiated to do.” Snape said coldly, he didn’t forget that the source of those simplified formulas was the textbook he had used. Very proud, but then gave up these practices, because it is not beneficial to the improvement of potions.

“You’re quite right, Severus,” Slughorn said absently, “but I think the dexterity and leadership shown here deserve credit… Of course, what we’re going to talk about. It’s harder, my advice is to start with the easy parts, it’s all written in the textbook!”

Hermione listened for a while, and found that they were talking about how to make ordinary people use potions. Snape had warned in class not to try to get Muggles to take potions, because you couldn’t tell which potions required the magic of the wizards themselves, and there was no potionist’s statistics.

Snape and Slughorn were chatting casually. Many potions theories that were not written in the textbook were casually said by the two of them. Hermione could not understand it. A little, so she can take a notebook and write it down. Just then, she heard a soft laugh.

Hermione looked at Felix blankly.

Felix lowered his head, revealing the curvature of the corners of his mouth from the side of his face. He coughed lightly, took out a silver pocket watch from his arms, and said as usual: “If you don’t plan to develop in the field of potions, you don’t need to listen. I have compiled a comparison table of magic potions, which shows The results are almost the same… I came to you today because of another thing, and I need to ask for your opinion. Oh, I recommended you and think you are suitable…”

Before Hermione could speak, Snape suddenly looked at Felix and said yin and yang: “The subtlety of potions lies in the subtle differences. Some people give up this subject early, and naturally they cannot appreciate it. The subtlety of it, and the beauty that is enough to dazzle the heart.”

Hermione blinked, is this saying that Professor Hepp doesn’t understand potions? She looked at Professor Slughorn again.

Slughorn, though not as direct as Snape, made the same euphemism. Hermione’s tried-and-true ability to generalize once again came into play, and both of them meant the same thing—don’t listen to the layman.

Felix rolled his eyes, flicked the watch cover, and Warren got out from the inside, shrank his head to avoid the hand of the big devil, ran to Hermione, and danced and gestured. Hermione’s heart moved, golden card? She looked at Felix, and Felix turned his head abruptly.

At this moment, the door opened from the outside, and Ms. Burns and Mr. Weasley entered. Both looked exhausted.

“You look tired and the negotiations are not going well?” Lupin asked mildly.

Mr. Weasley took off his spectacles, lowered his head and wiped the lenses with the edge of his clothes, bald a little, raising the fear that in a few years he might have the same hairstyle as Slughorn. Mr Weasley muttered: “Enough, the Muggle Prime Minister has brought in a bunch of legal experts to pick words with us, and in short, limited progress over the course of the morning.”

“We’re not numerically superior,” Lupin said. “That’s why we don’t develop in many areas, like the law. Of course, it doesn’t have to be the same. I always think that the point of the law is to explain us in a limited number of words. Expectations of this society.” He paused, then said, “Do we have a plan to deal with this situation?”

“Of course.” Ms. Burns forced a smile and cast an admiring look at Felix, “Because of the existence of the Pan-Magic Alliance, they have no excuse to order wizards, but they want to restrict the freedom of wizards through cumbersome laws. We put forward the concept of joint law enforcement and external window at the right time, which caught them by surprise, and the negotiations will continue tomorrow.”

According to Felix and her ideas, wizards will not completely let go of restrictions for a long time, and they will be divided in management. Only when the two sides intersect will they jointly enforce the law, and it is not designed from the beginning. Good, but adopt the strategy of one case, one judgment, and add up to form provisions.

Joint law enforcement deals with emergencies, and the two sides also need a stable communication window. There are currently two types on paper, one is a store that sells special items for wizards, and the other is to establish a fixed location, within a certain range, the two sides can freely communicate and interact, including but not limited to cooperation in technology and magic , contact, so that ordinary people have the opportunity to contact magic and so on.

They chatted for a while, and Ms. Burns talked about the business, “The law is the focus of the next negotiation, which determines the right of the two sides to speak. I don’t think it will be easy to negotiate. It happened that the trade issue was mentioned this morning. If there is no progress, I am going to discuss this aspect first.”

“Let them see the possible benefits of magic, and help to achieve better results.” Felix nodded in agreement, and then asked: “Has Babajid Abakind contacted you?”

Ms. Burns sighed. “No, he just sends a representative every day to ask for a record of the day’s negotiations. To be fair, he’s a very capable man, but he’s dealing with a completely unfamiliar territory and is responsible for dozens of Ministry of Magic , cannot and dare not make decisions lightly.”

She shook her head, and would be helpless to put her in that tricky position without the help of others.

“You got the point,” Lupin pointed out sharply. “He couldn’t figure it out himself and was worried about making a mistake. So the opportunity was delayed.”

“Find the right opportunity to invite him to meet,” Felix said.

“The right time?” Ms. Burns thought for a while, as if thinking of something, “I’ll make the arrangements. Two more things, the first—” She looked at Snape and Slughorn , “—It’s related to potion, first potion, then medical treatment. Magic is still very advantageous in this regard.”

“I need people,” Snape said quietly. “A lot of people.”

“Yes.” Ms. Burns nodded. “There are a group of potions temporarily living in Diagon Alley. I will invite them in the name of the Ministry of Magic. Professor Slughorn, I know you are old. , have the right to enjoy a peaceful life, but at this time, we need your strength. Even if it is just a suggestion.”

“Oh, of course, that’s fine,” Slughorn said. “I retired for decades and found out that the school was the best fit for me, and I thought I’d stay at Hogwarts, but if the students didn’t get it at all. In the mood to study, I, a professor, have nothing to do.”

He said thoughtfully:

“Speaking of which, Dumbledore reminded me… sigh, in his last days… He said that school is the safest place and the most suitable place to retire. If even the school loses its peace, other places will only be more unbearable.”

Everyone in the room fell silent, as if suddenly thinking of something. If there’s one thing these people have in common, it’s that Dumbledore has spoken to them a few times over the past few months as well… albeit for different reasons.

“The second thing is…” After a moment of silence~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ms. Burns held up her monocle and continued.

…

“A TV interview?” Ron looked at Hermione in surprise, as if she was talking about a fantasy.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked.

“It can be understood as a way to increase trust between the two sides. You should know that the Ministry of Magic is going to select some non-magic people to visit the wizarding community. The reason is the same.” Hermione explained, “It’s not just me, Weasley. Sir and Professor Slughorn are on the list.”

“My dad’s going to be on TV?” Ron said with a little excitement. “He didn’t tell the family, oh yeah, he’s been too busy lately.”

“So I have to get ready, there are only a few days left,” said Hermione hastily. “I have to go to the library to look up the materials—”

“There shouldn’t be what you’re looking for in the library,” Harry reminded her.

“Why not? Wizarding history, wizarding culture… There will definitely be.” Hermione rolled up her sleeves and looked like she was doing a great job.