A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, and the broomroom was pitch black, with only a few wands glowing faintly.

There were three people standing closest to them - Angelina, who was the captain of the Quidditch team; the other two were familiar to Harry, who recalled carefully and recognized that he had seen them in the noon hall. the eccentric couple. Harry couldn't figure out how they met Angelina and hid with her between the brooms and tried to drag them in.

"Angelina, what the hell is going on? And—who are they?"

Harry asked, Hermione poking him quietly with her fingers behind him, which made him notice that there were still three or four people standing in the corner, their faces mixed with wooden boxes, brooms, and cleaning tools, only showing part of their limbs The silhouette looks like a monster with multiple arms and arms.

'Angelina' opened his mouth, and Ron suddenly interjected, "Be careful that she is not herself, she may have used the compound decoction." Harry thought that Ron was right, and his heart suddenly lifted.

There was a chuckle in the dark, and Harry noticed that one of the big men was looking down at something.

"Don't be paranoid, boys." The tall student with his head down stood up and approached them, Harry clenching his wand, a size he'd usually only seen on Slytherin teams. If Ron hadn't just reminded him that Angelina might be fake, he would have thought of a collusion between the captains of the two teams.

In the darkness, the silhouette of the speaker bent down slightly and dropped something on the ground, Harry realized it was a magic lamp, and the next second the room lit up.

A bright, soft light completely illuminates the tiny broomroom.

Then Harry, Ron and Hermione finally got a glimpse of the whole house.

Counting them, there are eight people in total. The three of them... Harry didn't consciously think about how they would win once they made a move. Although it seemed that the other party did not show any hostility, Harry was sure that the 'Angelina' in front of him was by no means a ball he was familiar with. team captain.

"It's me, Tonks," said 'Angelina', closing her eyes and making a brooding expression, her face gradually changing, and her hair turning pink.

Harry, Ron and Hermione opened their mouths.

"It's really you! That, that they—" Harry stammered.

Tonks seemed to be in a good mood. She pointed to two people Harry felt familiar and said, "This is Frank and Alice. You met in the Order of the Phoenix before, although now they have a different face..." She said again. Pointing to the person in the corner, "Alastor and Kingsley."

These people greeted them one after another.

"Sorry, I may have scared you," Alice Longbottom said, "but you are really good." She pointed to the bruise on her wrist, and then rubbed the wand on the scratched area of ​​the skin, which healed immediately. .

Harry felt that what happened today was unbelievable, but he at least solved one doubt: the two people across the table during the day were the Longbottom and his wife, they were not looking at him, but at Neville next to him... But more questions Produced, why do they collectively appear in the school and disguise themselves as students?

Hermione took a breath and hissed, "Are you chasing Umbridge and Avery?"

Harry and Ron suddenly realized.

"What a sharp girl," said the bulky student in a green Slytherin robe, Harry saw Professor Moody's shadow from the way he walked, and the bulky student raised the paper in his hand, the dense lines and black The point flashed by.

"Marauder's Map?" Harry said in surprise.

"Did you recognize it? No wonder, I heard you have a similar one, or the original one—this one from Felix," Moody said, his voice getting younger, and there was no blue in his eye sockets Harry's fake eyes wandered around, making Harry very uncomfortable, but the next second his intact, much younger eyes stared at them: "Little guys, you almost messed up your plan."

The three immediately became nervous.

"Don't scare them, Mad-Eye," Kingsley said with a smile, still with a dark face and a lot of pigtails tied around his head. At first glance, he looked a bit like Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan. But Harry knew he had always been bald.

Harry felt like he was at a fancy dress party.

Kingsley said mildly: "Our coming to school does have something to do with Umbridge and Avery, but there are other tasks on our shoulders."

"What mission?" Ron asked impatiently.

Kingsley shook his head slightly.

"Involving Voldemort? Do you need help?" Harry tentatively suggested what he had just heard in the abandoned girls' bathroom.

Kingsley winked at him.

"Okay, okay, there'll be some time to catch up - let's get down to business first," said Moody, his eyes on Harry, Ron, and Hermione, albeit with a completely different face. , a lot more than Moody's face, but they still felt the pressure subconsciously.

"I saw it all on the map. That ghost named Myrtle led you to the girls' bathroom, didn't he?" He waved the Marauder's map in his hand, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded murmured. . Moody snorted and paced back and forth in the small area, "It looks like your school life is colorful, but you really shouldn't alarm them."

"But they made Malfoy make a pact—" Hermione said eagerly.

"It's still an unbreakable oath!" said Ron. "That thing is deadly."

"Yeah, we can't just watch..." Harry murmured.

Moody stopped pacing, and the others looked surprised.

"That's surprising," Moody said, glaring at them, still skeptical. "Tell me what you know, and we'll help with the analysis. Granger, tell me." He clicked. Hermione's name.

"Oh, okay, Professor Moody." Hermione was a little surprised.

Moody grinned silently, and Harry was finally sure the smile was scary enough on any face.

"I have been your professor for only half a year, but your dissertation impressed me a lot. To be honest, it would be nice if I had such an assistant when I was working, at least I didn't have to worry about the report."

"Professor Hepp probably thinks so too." Ron muttered softly.

"I wrote a few reports for you too, Alastor," Tonks reminded kindly. "You gave me a normal score."

"Yeah," Moody said. "It's strange that I didn't see you again."

After chatting and laughing, Hermione cleared her throat and began to describe their experience. "Well - we got back from the library, it was about eight o'clock - then we met 'Crying Myrtle' halfway through and she told us -"

Hermione finished.

The people in the broom room didn't speak for a while, and each fell into deep thought. This made Harry and the three of them uncertain about their attitudes, and Hermione asked softly, "That—did we do something wrong?" She thought of the 'plan' that Moody had mentioned at the beginning, and was worried that she would accidentally sabotage .

"No, you're doing well." Kingsley reassured her, "We locked Umbridge and Avery early on, but we also suspected that there were other insiders in the school, so we've been monitoring them with maps these days. The trend, I hope to follow the clues, like tonight. But we can't crouch under their noses and find out what they said, let alone know that they forced the students to make an unbreakable oath... You saved that child."

"Death Eater brat," Moody said contemptuously.

"But also students in the school." Kingsley nodded and said.

"He could be a Death Eater in the future, just like his father and uncle and aunt," Moody growled.

"You'd better make it clear that it's the aunt who married Lestrange," Tonks said happily, "to avoid accidental injury."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Moody said angrily.

Harry wanted to laugh a little. He thought of the 'pure blood dilemma' that Sirius had mentioned to him. He picked one up and pulled out a bunch of them... But now was not the time to laugh, the atmosphere in the broom room was a little serious, and Frank interjected, "But at least that kid isn't a Death Eater yet. If we work hard, he won't have the chance to inherit the 'family business'."

"I hope so." Moody's young face was a little disinterested.

"Alastor is just saying, in fact he is more principled than us." Kingsley comforted Harry, Ron and Hermione who were a little stunned: "He will also do in your position. Make the same choice, so don't stress yourself out, you did a good thing today. I heard you didn't have a good relationship with Malfoy? That's even more impressive, go back and get some sleep—"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the three of Harry turned back in horror, "Are you any other people?"

"Probably Emmeline," Moody muttered, and he picked up his wand and motioned the others to be quiet.

The door opened, and a girl with straw-colored hair and a round face walked in, carrying a cloth pocket, "The food in the kitchen is a lot richer than I thought." She said happily, Harry always felt that Where had he seen this face, he guessed that it might be from a senior student like 'Angelina'.

"Huh, are you here too? Do you want some?" Emmeline Vance asked, taking out the food in her pocket and giving it to the others.

"No thanks," said Harry, and Ron and Hermione shook their heads. "By the way," Harry turned to Tonks, "where is the real Angelina?"

"Of course she's in her dormitory now," Tonks said, taking a bite of the pie in his hand, "I made an agreement with her that I'll temporarily use her identity when she thinks about the game plan by herself. , you know, I'm Disguise Magus. Others rely on Polyjuice to transform, Alastor, Frank, and Alice use normal human hair, and the school is so big, no one can guarantee to know everyone ...Emeline has a relative at school. Usually the two of us gather intelligence outside."

Harry nodded, and Emmeline came back to him in a circle, holding up their pockets, while Ron and Hermione each had a chocolate sponge cake in their hands and smiled slyly at him.

"I'm a little hungry after a night's work," Ron whispered.

"Have some, I asked the house-elves in the kitchen for more dessert," said Emmeline Vance kindly.

Harry was gracious, picked up a fried jam doughnut, and ate it silently.

"Why are you back so late?" Moody asked.

Emmeline Vance sighed, "There's a club in the kitchen, they talk to the house-elves about how to cook, and it's a lot of fun, I managed to catch a single one to ask him for help... Really Fresh, we didn't have such a thing at that time."

"Well, can I ask a question?" Ron asked.

Several people looked at him, Kingsley smiled, "What do you want to ask? We won't reveal anything that needs to be kept secret."

"What do they come to school for - I mean Umbridge and Avery?"

"You should ask the mysterious people what they want to do. They can't help themselves. Sabotage, stealing, inquiring about news... are all possible, but the possibility of sabotage is not large."

"Why do you say that?" Ron asked, wiping the cake crumbs from his mouth.

Several people glanced at each other, and Frank Longbottom replied carefully: "Because the gain outweighs the loss. We judge - those two people should be the few undercover men of mysterious people in the Ministry of Magic, after all, we have the upper hand now and are willing to take refuge in the past. Not many people. And unlike the last war - with Anti-thief Falls, it's not going to work any longer with enchanting magic like the Imperius Curse. Headmaster Dumbledore confirmed it."

Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged meaningful glances with their heads down to eat. They probably knew Voldemort's purpose, the Horcrux... It's just that Harry was wondering, if Headmaster Dumbledore had a good Horcrux in his hand, why not destroy it as soon as possible?

"Well, I want to ask a question too, okay?" Hermione asked.

"Okay, one question per person. Then you guys go back to sleep," Kingsley said in a coaxing tone.

"How long are you going to stay?" said Hermione. Harry looked up excitedly, and couldn't help applauding Hermione inwardly.

"It won't be too long." Tonks said with regret: "No matter what they plan to do, they must act in these few days. That's why we are arranged to come in, a few more pairs of eyes to stare at... and then drag on the magic. The people from the Ministry are going back."

"Okay, enough said," Moody interrupted, looking at Harry. "One last question."

Harry shoved the last bit of the jam-packed doughnut into his mouth, and asked surreptitiously, "Professor Moody, did you see Professor Snape on the map? What's he doing? And Sirius?" He The thief added another sentence with a guilty conscience.

"Snape's name isn't on it. Felix said it when he gave me the map, and he wiped his name out." Moody said calmly, not seeming to catch the point of Harry's question. "As for Sirius, he's a little angry. He thinks we didn't tell him the first time. Now—" He lowered his head and stared at the Marauder's map, "He's going around in his office, maybe thinking about something."

He clapped his hands, ending today's conversation.

"Children, I have to thank you for your noble behavior today, but you have to hurry up and go back because the lights are about to go out outside. Be careful with confidentiality, you know a lot about the inside story, because we see you as our own," he said. Seeing that Harry wanted to answer, he waved his hand and continued: "It's not a junior, it's a relationship between future companions and comrades in arms. I heard about the club you run in the past two days, the frontline lookout station... This is very good."

"Remember, dark wizards can't be caught, and there will be time in the future for you to show off your skills. But not now."

Harry said in disappointment, "So we don't have to do anything?"

The question made Moody's hesitate. He looked at Ron and Hermione, who were also looking forward to it, and said, "If there is a riot in the school these two days, you can help maintain order. But it is very likely that you will pass without feeling anything."

"As long as you don't threaten your own safety," Kingsley added.

"Okay," said Harry. The three of them walked out of the broom room.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Voldemort was walking down a long, gloomy underground passage, flanked by green torches, with Bellatrix Lestrange beside him.

"Master, can they succeed?" Bellatrix asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter if they succeed or not," said Voldemort grimly, having completely calmed down after all this time, but his thirst for his Horcrux grew with each passing day.

Especially after his attempt to make a new Horcrux failed.

After the Battle of Hogsmeade, Voldemort realized that old Dumbledore knew the secret of the Horcrux. Although he was shocked, he was not overly frightened. Calm down and think about it, Dumbledore was cursed and dragged on for several years. To die. At that time there will be only one Felix Hepp, who is convinced that at least he will not fail. It is even said that at a critical time, it is not impossible to exchange one life for another, after all, he still has a Horcrux, and he can continue to make Horcrux.

But when he planned to use the death of Headmaster Ilvermorny to make a new Horcrux, the violent tremor in his soul made his heart skip a beat, as if he would disappear in the next second.

Voldemort realized that he might not be able to split souls anymore.

The inability to split the soul means that new Horcruxes cannot be made, which means that every Horcrux that still exists is extremely important.

That's not one life, but countless lives.

The news Severus brought back was mixed - he didn't find the remains of the locket in Black's old house, but the house-elf did survive, which showed that the servant he thought was a true betrayal him, give him a fatal blow.

But combined with the information that Regulus Black had died, he could probably guess that Regulus didn't have time to destroy the Horcrux, but exchanged his own life for that house elf's life.

He was confident enough in the magic trap he set up.

"How stupid," he said through gritted teeth.

"Master?" Bellatrix looked at him puzzled.

Voldemort ignored her and continued to walk in the dark and dark corridor, going deeper and deeper into the ground, and there was a faint rustling sound from the end.

House-elves do have some tricks, and that's where he fell for it... But house-elves are too weak to destroy Horcruxes. If Severus didn't find the locket in the old house, it probably fell into the hands of Old Dumbledore.

The whereabouts of a full two Horcruxes are unknown... Voldemort clenched his fists violently, his eyes flashing a dangerous red light.

Just like Dumbledore knew about Voldemort, Voldemort thought he had seen through Dumbledore, and he knew one thing: no matter whether the two Horcruxes are still there now, Dumbledore will definitely be destroyed before he dies...

Voldemort took a deep breath. "Bella," he whispered, and Bellatrix looked up at him respectfully.

"Gather all the forces."

"But--"

Voldemort glanced at her coldly, and she immediately fell silent.

For Voldemort, even if all the servants died, he would not feel bad, but only if the death was worthwhile. And in his heart, if he can stumble a few opponents and buy some time for his plan, they can be considered dead.