A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Oh, of course." Tekros woke up from his confused expression, "So—by the way, are there any other students who want to try? I know that in this particular situation, some parents may be out of safety concerns, Violation of the ban... The Ministry of Magic has no plans to pursue it for the time being."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Malfoy, who had shown him a long time ago that the professor had privately promised to give him tutoring spells, including Apparition.

But Malfoy didn't mean to stand up, until the end, he just completed the appearance of the entourage easily under the guidance of Mr. Diggory.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

The Ministry of Magic spent two days sifting through more than a thousand students at Hogwarts from top to bottom. In the end, less than a hundred students did not meet the requirements. According to Tekros, "I was really impressed, and it made our workload a lot easier."

"If you come a few months late, there will be fewer students who don't meet the standard." Sirius said, not knowing whether to be proud or complaining.

"Ms. Burns is anxious," said Tekros, half-concealed.

Sirius's heart moved, he pulled Tekros aside and whispered: "I know, I was an assistant minister for nearly two months before, and I have a good relationship with Amelia, she told me... Isn't the situation getting better?"

"Well, I heard it by accident," said Tekros. "The number of Muggle victims has been increasing in recent times, many of which were discovered during private investigations by the Ministry, and their bodies have also been stolen... Ms Burns is concerned that You-Know-Who is going to make a big move."

Sirius frowned.

When he asked Felix about this, Felix seemed unusually calm.

"Voldemort did it himself. He seems to be planning to make a batch of Infernal corpses."

"We should stop him!" said Sirius eagerly.

"I thought, too, but—I just said, 'Voldemort did it himself', he didn't use any Death Eater power. And when he wants to do it, you can't catch him."

Sirius' face froze, and he murmured, "Something has to be done."

"We've made some preparations, in fact, maybe just these few days—" Felix said to Angelina Johnson, who was sitting on a bench in the courtyard. "Miss Johnson?"

Angelina came slowly. "Are you calling me, Professor Hepp?" Her companion was looking leisurely.

"Yeah, I wanted to remind you that your hair color is different from anything I've seen before," Felix said calmly.

Angelina let out a cry, pulled out a small mirror from her robe, and looked at herself carefully, "Really." She frowned, and the very abrupt strand of pink hair on her ponytail turned back to black.

"Tonks?"

Sirius growled lowly.

"Hi, Sirius, long time no see." Angelina waved at him.

"The other one—couldn't it be Remus?" Sirius was startled, looking at the other girl on the bench in disbelief.

"Why do you think that?" Tonks rolled his eyes. "He's not here, he's guarding the Sword Keep. That's Emmeline Vance, and Kingsley and Mad-Eye are there, they're from Mysterious Affairs. Si Li withdrew."

Sirius stared, "Since when?"

"Yesterday," Tonks said cheerfully.

For the next two days, Sirius worked hard to find abnormal students in the classroom, and even became a little suspicious. He always thought that one of the students below was Mad-Eye Moody, or Kingsley, or Mundungus.

After class, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to dinner in the Great Hall-

"Sirius has been rambling for the past two days," said Harry.

"I've been meaning to ask," said Ron, grinning. "Do you guys play Frisbee when you're alone?"

Harry hammered him lightly.

"Hi Neville, Dean, Seamus," Harry greeted, taking the empty seat next to them. Dean and Seamus seemed to be begging Neville to do something, and Dean said eagerly, "Cry me another spell—that daydream spell, and I'm finding I'm learning more efficiently."

"Professor Hepper told me that this magic can't be abused," Neville whispered.

"It's nothing to use occasionally." Seamus shook his head and said.

Harry knew this magic. During the Christmas break, Ginny heard about some of the Auror training content from Tonks. After school started, they used it in the teaching of the frontline lookout station. The result was not ideal: the huge training volume made the members complain, no All are adaptable to mechanical repetition.

Neville then stood up and faltered to introduce a magic trick he had learned. Harry's first experience with the "Daydream Charm" was quite shocking - a complete replica of the cosmic star magic he experienced on the golden invitation card. Of course, objectively speaking, the effect was much worse, mainly because Harry's Occlumency kept reminding him that everything he felt was fake. This greatly reduced Neville's magical effects.

But for the rest of the members, the magic took them through a spiritual baptism. Compared with the vast starry sky, their troubles are nothing, and those who have experienced this magic will at least cheer up for a while.

"It's a bit like the amulet that Cedric made, but it's obviously two ways, and I like this more." Fred commented.

...

Recovering from the memory of the last club activity, Harry had a keen sense that someone was staring at them, and he followed his senses to see two students sitting at the opposite table, a man and a woman, they seemed to be a couple , when Harry looked back at them, they smiled at Harry in unison.

In the evening, when Harry, Ron and Hermione came out of the library, it was very late, and they were almost the last to come out. The three were walking down the empty hallway, and Ron was cursing Snape and his homework in different ways.

It's a feat, Harry thought. Ron seemed to have found a real use for divination classes—they could take a steady stream of unfortunate inspiration from the class and spliced ​​them into Snape. Suddenly there was a flash in front of them, and the ghost of a girl passed quickly before them.

"Myrtle?" said Harry, surprised, he hadn't seen her in a long time.

"Oh, it's you," Myrtle was also startled, she turned and floated away, then settled in mid-air, as if petrified. She turned slowly, big bulging eyes glaring at them from behind thick round white glasses, and Harry felt uncomfortable, a scrutiny, a measured look that reminded him of Malfoy.

"You can too," she continued.

"What are you talking about?" Ron muttered. "We're exhausted from a day's homework, and we want to go back to bed now."

"Are you and Draco friends?" Myrtle asked.

"Who?" Ron raised his head with a squeak.

"Draco, Draco Malfoy," Myrtle said. "He's in a little trouble, and I don't know who to call for help, but certainly not the professor, that would make things worse... ..." she muttered, floating in mid-air.

"He won't be stuffed down the toilet, will he?" Ron said excitedly. "It happened to block your home too?"

"Rude!" Myrtle fell from the air, shouting at Ron. Then she floated up slowly, covered her face and said shyly, "But he is indeed in my bathroom."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

Myrtle was intoxicated for a while before she remembered what she had to do. She hurriedly urged, "Can you help? It's too late!"

"Who the hell is stalling... I don't want to get caught in the girls' bathroom." Ron muttered softly.

"You've been there many times," Hermione pointed out.

They did go more than once, and they spent a considerable amount of time in the sophomore making the compound decoction in it, only to move elsewhere when Malfoy discovered it.

"Maybe, but for Malfoy..." Ron said hesitantly, and they looked at Harry, waiting for Harry to make a decision.

"Look over there," Harry said finally.