Chapter 523
Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)
âThe same arrogance, ego, self-righteousness, lack of discipline, love to be in the spotlight, nosy, rude -â Snape looked at the three distant figures, his gaze firmly fixed on Harry, his eyes burning with bitter hate.
â Well, if we judge him by Slytherin standards, he really isnât very appealing. Well, all three of them.â Felix said softly, âBut as you have heard, they only heard the last few sentences, with no beginning ⦠that is why I said to them that we were talking about my new wand, and I gave it a fairy tale name.â
Snape did not speak. His dark eyes still gazed at Harryâs back, and from this angle, he looked like his father.
After a moment, he spoke coldly: âFelix, I will pass on the information about your wand to that person.â
Felix answered calmly, âI have this expectation, you can decide how much to say by yourself.â
âYou think I can make the call?â Snape left after dropping a sentence disgruntledly, his black robe tossed, through the curtain of rain. As his figure blurred.
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âTough luck.â Ron muttered as he stomped up the steps.
âOh, stop it-â
They stood at the door of the Staff Room, Harry knocked on the door moodily, hoping from the bottom of his heart that no one will be inside, the seconds of waiting seemed like years, and finally a familiar voice heard from inside Saying, âPlease come in.â
Not exactly what he had hoped for, Harry heard two sighs, he plucked up the courage and pushed open the door as he walked in. It is a long room, a soft glow draped from the ceiling, the room is a little warmer than outside, probably because of the fireplace in the corner. Professor McGonagall looked up from the stack of parchment, her sharp eyes peering over from under her squared glasses.
âPotter, Weasley, Granger, what can I do for you?â
âWe were asked to come and see you because ⦠of some mistakes.â Harry handed over the note in his hand and Professor McGonagall frowned as she took it. The note is glued together, an Order of the Phoenix trick and her eyebrows furrowed deeper as she removed her wand and tapped on it, and the note opened automatically.
Professor McGonagall read it quickly and did not speak for a short while after reading it.
âIs this true?â She said, âEavesdropping on a Professorâs conversation?â In addition to explaining the process in general, the note mentioned in cryptic handwriting the context in which the conversation was taking place; the two were talking about confidential information related to the Order of the Phoenix.
âWe didnât mean to,â Harry said, âI â uh, we went out for some air after lunch and-âProfessor McGonagall grunted, so Harry explained everything that happened ten minutes or so back stiffly-
âDid you hear that? Siriusâs class was quite popular.â Hermione said musingly, as she along with Harry and Ron had just come out of the great hall, to get some fresh air.
âHe said he wanted to keep it a secret,â Harry sounded indignant, kicking his feet, â saying itâs a surprise, but we wonât have his class until tomorrow. Iâm NOT looking forward to it anyway.â
Hermione and Ron laughed.
âWhatâs wrong?â Harry looked at them somewhat puzzled.
âYou sound like a little kid who had a fight with his parents ⦠watch out!â Hermione said as a first-year stumbled over and almost ran into them.
âRunning is forbidden in the castle, youâll bump into other people.â Hermione first said sternly, and then her tone gentled down, â Whatâs the matter?â
The freshmanâs eyes looked frightened as he looked back as though someone is chasing after him.
The trio looked at each other in wonder.
âHey, little one, we are Prefect, if someone bullies you, feel free to speak up,â Ron puffed out his chest, making the Prefect badge on his shirt a little more conspicuous, âI have the right to detain and deduce points ⦠â
âCome on, Ron, we canât abuse that right.â Hermione said seriously, she looked at the freshman, who said with a look of shock, âI, I just met the Potions class professor in the yard, he had such a scary look in his eyes!â
âDid you not figure that out on your first day? ⦠Well, itâs true though.â Ron muttered.
âProfessor Snape ⦠Well, heâs really strict,â Hermione said slowly: âIf he reprimands you for no apparent reason, you donât have to take it to heart- â
âYeah, well, youâll have plenty of such bad days in the future.â Ron added. And when Hermioneâs eyes darted over, he immediately shut up, and when her attention returned to the new student, he began to wink at Harry, who felt that Ron had said both sentences rather accurately.
âNo, no, Professor Snape is talking to another professor, and I guess ⦠they donât want to be disturbed.â The freshman turned red and stammered, his eyes watered as he finished, before turning to run away.
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âSo you guys wanted to figure out what had happened?â Professor McGonagall asked in a stern voice.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded woodenly.
âWeâre Prefects, we always, always have to â¦â Ron scratched his ear as Professor McGonagall glanced at him, âWith all due respect, Mr. Weasley, there is nothing in the Prefectsâ Code that explains your behaviour today, let alone the fact that this isnât your first time.â
The bell rang and Professor McGonagall stood up, shoving the parchment from her desk into a drawer, âI fully agree with Professor Snape, points deducted â¦â she pursed her lips, âas well as detention, which starts from this week ââ
Harry and Ron looked up in horror as they thought about the same thing, Quidditch selection on Friday afternoon.
ââ every Saturday night until lights out, you need to process Potions materials until the end of the month.â
After that, they got kicked out by Professor McGonagall, Ron rambled the whole way as they hurried towards the Potions classroom, âLate again, I bet that old bat is definitely going to trouble us ⦠Why Professor McGonagall didnât speak up for us, Snape is totally making a big deal out of it. Well, heâll be happy, since there is someone to help him with the potion materials this new term â¦â
Harryâs stomach turned up a little abruptly, his mind recalled the gloomy chamber, the gutted toads, the smoky Mandrake root and Peppermint, the Horseradish, and the Mucus of Flobberworm, the organs of Bats and Rats, the slimy slugs ⦠his scalp tingled.
They dragged their heavy feet back to the common room by evening.
âI told you, Snape is not going to let us off easily, deduction of ten points each for being late, and arenât we late because of him⦠Together itâs close to two hundred points.â Ronâs wail is about to catch up with the Moaning Myrtle, they listlessly went to the most isolated seat in the common room.
Harry and Hermione arenât in the best spirits either.
âWhat do you guys think, can we deduct points from the other houses?â Ron asked out of the blue, neither of the other two paid him any mind, and both Harry and Hermione are accustomed to Ronâs daily unreliable suggestions that he would abandon on his own sooner or later.
âWe canât do that, not to mention the fact that you have to write a whole bunch of reports.â Hermione finally couldnât resist the urge to correct.
âIf itâs Malfoyâs gang â¦â Ronâs eyes sparkled, then the light dimmed, âOh yeah, I forgot heâs also a Prefect.â
At that moment, Harry, who hadnât spoken, suddenly asked.
âThat story ⦠the one that Professor Hap picked the name for his new wand from, is called The Tale of the Three Brothers, right, well, is it famous â¦â
âJust like thunder, man, I grew up listening to it.â Ron said without thinking, âItâs a short story from the Tales of Beedle the Bard.â
âWait, I think Iâve seen that name somewhere, Beedle the Bard â Bee â¦â Harry said slowly, looking subconsciously at Hermione, usually around this point, Hermione will always be able to give the exact answer.
But this time Hermione also showed a pondering expression.
âHave you really seen it, Harry?â She asked.
Harry returned a look of obvious confusion.
Next to her, Ron stifled a laugh and said, âThatâs a rare thing. Even Miss Know-it-all canât find an answer one day.â
Hermione glared at him, âIf you know, say it quickly.â
But Ron enjoyed this process immensely, so he shook his head for a while: âThink of something that both Harry and I know, well â something that is accessible and that you happen to miss â â
Hermioneâs eyes seemed to become as confused as Harryâs.
But Harry on the other hand had a clue, definitely not something related to study, because Hermione would not leave any corner of the textbook or reference book, she just had that ability. Then it could only be something he and Ron had seen while killing time â¦
âI remember,â Harryâs eyes lit up and Hermione immediately stared at his face. He said in an affirmative tone, âItâs The Strange Case of Mick the Little Wizard, itâs mentioned there, but I canât remember exactly where it is.â
âBut Iâve read ⦠a few volumes too.â Hermione slowly came back to her senses as she and Harry looked together at Ron, who still wanted to play hard to get, but being stared at by both of them at the same time, he immediately threw up his hands in surrender.
âWell, it is in the last book: the young wizard Mickâs friend is in danger, and in the moment of crisis he used his magic â and thus exposed his wizard identity. Mick is sad because while he received his Hogwarts notice, he also has lost a group of friends. But on the day Mick leaving, his friends returned, without caring if he is a wizard or not, and sincerely wished him well. After that Mick told his friends the story âThe Wizard and the Hopping Potâ.â
Ron finally nailed it down, âThatâs where the name âThe Tales of Beedle the Bardâ is mentioned, just once.â
âThatâs very helpful.â Harry complimented.
Ron grinned.
Hermione still mulled over what he had said earlier, âWhat is The Wizard and the Hopping Pot⦠is about?â
This put Ron in a difficult spot, he thought about it and stammered: âProbably about ⦠well, a kind old wizard died, he was very kind to Muggles when he was alive, always helping people as much as possible, the neighbours all loved the old man. But his son wasnât like him, so the old wizard left an enchanted pot before he died â the old man must have been an alchemist, ahem, Iâll go on â and after the old man died, his son refused to help the poor neighbours anymore, in short, he was quite stone-hearted, and then the pot began to torment the old manâs son, making him lose his sleeppetite, thus the son decided to comply with his fatherâs wishes and continue to do what he could to help his neighbours.â
Ron said everything under one breath, so he panted a bit, and after taking two deep breaths, he finally concluded, âI guess the story is trying to convey that wizards can live in peace with muggles and help each other ⦠that was what my mom said.â He lastly added.
Hermione stared at him.
âDonât look at me, I was only a few years old then, so it is impressive that I can remember a bit.â Ron said.
âBut-â Hermione questioned, biting her lip, as she remained puzzled, âI failed to see any sense of peace and harmony in it- I mean, the old wizard must have figured out his sonâs nature, so he forced his son to do the good deed, under the compulsion of that pot.â
Ron shrugged, âI dunno.â
At that moment, a voice suddenly interjected, âDonât give him a hard time, he was drooling over his teddy bear back then.â Fred and George came over gleefully, âSold seven Extendable Ears. The very first day of school!â
âYou guys still short of money?â Harry asked.
âThatâs not true,â Fred said with a big grin as he sat down next to him, âbut we need some testers who can give feedback about our product.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âLike you did with the quick-thinking candy?â Hermione asked sternly.
âWhat?â Fred questioned in surprise.
âI saw it all! You guys posted the announcement about recruiting testers on the bulletin board, and if I hadnât noticed it when I went to post the list of assessment spells-â Her mouth pursed up, her expression resembling Professor McGonagallâs.
Fred and George looked at each other.
âIt wonât be long before you will change your mind, Hermione.â George said dismissively, âYouâll definitely use it, this is your O.W.Ls year, and every year there are a few breakdowns, no one will be ok, the better their grades the easier they will suffer ⦠remember, Shelton carried an onion flavoured amulet at that time? â
âOf course, I remember,â Fred said with a straight face, âafter all, we sold it to her, but unfortunately, the concentrated solution of the Elixir to Induce Euphoria does not seem to coexist well with onions.â He stood up and tilted his head towards George, âCome on, letâs go find Lee, there might be something on his end-â
At the sight of Hermione looking at him with exasperation, so he shut his mouth alertly and fluidly changed the subject, âOh, by the way, about your previous question, George and I also asked at that time â Dad said that there are always good and bad wizards, thatâs why people like him exist. â
âYou meanââ Hermione asked hesitantly.
âAt that time Dad was making laws to protect Muggles.â George said briefly and concisely. While Hermione pondered, as the two left together.
Harry is now feeling conflicted, on one hand, Mr. Weasleyâs practice of protecting Muggles through laws is as admirable as the old wizard in the fairy tale who restricted his son with a pot; but when these words came out of Fred and Georgeâs mouths, it always felt slightly odd, especially with their sneaky backs â¦
As he lay on his four-poster bed, he tossed all those messy thoughts aside. The possibility of listening to Siriusâ class tomorrow filled his heart with anticipation.
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