A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

The two approached again, and this time the snow clouds merged together without any hindrance. They looked up at a large chunk of snow cloud drifting on the ceiling, showering down large flakes of snow.

More people joined in, and the snow cloud kept expanding, covering the ground with a thick layer of snowflakes. But soon they encountered opponents, on the other side, Seamus and Dean conjured a six or seven-foot-long water dragon with ancient runes, surrounded by several eager students ready to join in.

After class, the students' heads, eyebrows, and clothes were covered in frost, as if they had spent the entire day outside in the cold winter.

Then they shivered and hurried to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Professor Bathsheda led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and stopped. "I originally wanted to take you deeper into the forest, but the application was rejected," she said regretfully, "Your task is to build a temporary shelter with whatever materials you can find nearby, plus find something to eat."

"Professor Bathsheda, is this also a skill to hide oneself in the Muggle world?"

"Summed up quite accurately."

"But why don't we just go to a Muggle store to buy some food?" Ron grumbled discontentedly to Harry. Unfortunately, his voice was too loud and the professor heard, "Because you get excited at the sight of Muggle banknotes and point to their music players saying: Hey, we have those too—Mr. Weasley?"

Ron fell silent, and other dissenting students quickly calmed down.

Of course, the students playing the Muggles would receive some 'hints', a small piece of parchment. In Hermione's words, it was like an exam question, but Harry thought it was more like a short script, with some very tricky language traps, and many students fell for it.

For example, when Seamus discussed his favorite football player with someone, he talked extensively about Quidditch techniques, leaving the other person speechless with his eloquence.

"...Flying fast and well, diving from fifty feet high!"

He got two extra inches of homework that day.

Professor Bathsheda asked Seamus to describe how football players flew with the extra space.

"Do those people do magic?" he asked politely.

As expected, camping turned into a mess. Harry and Ron dug a big hole in the ground with a pitfall trap, then earnestly covered it with branches and leaves, and hid inside to chat. But Neville, who came out to pick wild fruits, accidentally stepped on it and landed on Harry and Ron. Excited, Harry banged his head and got a big bump.

After Neville left in fear, they learned their lesson and cast defensive spells and silencing charms nearby, planning to wait out the rest of the class. But after only half an hour, they got bored and the air was filled with strange smells. When they came out, they were surprised to find that the other students were busy with eating.

Draco Malfoy walked around holding a string of burnt mushrooms with disgust, Daphne Greengrass shrewdly traded a bouquet of wildflowers for two muddy potatoes from others, Justin dug up a nest of beetles, several Ravenclaw girls picked wild celery and mushrooms, with a good harvest. As Harry and Ron passed by Ernie Macmillan, they saw him quietly using a Transfiguration Charm to turn a stone on the ground into a rabbit.

"Brilliant. I've got a great idea." Ron exclaimed in admiration, then slipped away sneakily.

"Ron—"

Harry called out, but Ron was already gone. Worried about attracting attention, he had to give up and wandered around nearby, without seeing the professor's shadow, so he found Hermione, who was fussing over her mushroom soup.

Harry glanced quickly at what was in the jar, and immediately lost his appetite.

"What do you think?" She asked eagerly.

"Uh—" Harry hesitated, "It's, uh, quite good."

Hermione sighed and was about to speak, when someone shouted from afar, "Found a stream nearby, there are fish inside!" Almost half of the students dropped what they were doing and ran off.

Harry tried his best not to look at the gray-brown mushroom soup under his eyelids, and tactfully suggested that Hermione go and see, and Hermione, looking sadly at what she had made, gave up struggling and agreed.

Harry and Hermione had barely taken a few steps when they heard someone calling their names from behind. It was Ron, who came running towards them with a huge pumpkin in his arms, panting, "It's terrible! I was spotted when leaving, I heard Hagrid and Professor Bathsheda talking."

"You weren't seen, were you?" Harry asked anxiously. Ron thought for a moment, but couldn't remember.

At noon, the students were wolfing down their food, with a much better appetite than usual.

"Hey, Harry!" Luna walked over cheerfully as Harry and Ron fought over a serving of mashed potatoes. Her gaze lingered on Harry's hand for a few seconds, and she asked curiously, "Where's that beautiful ring of yours?"

"Ring?" Harry choked. He was surprised to see Luna smiling pleasantly, pointing to her left hand, which was now empty.

"Beautiful?" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione didn't say anything, but her expression clearly showed her attitude.

Harry's heart sank. This was the second person to notice that he wasn't wearing the ring on his hand, and after the previous experience, he was sensitive to this question. However, Luna's focus was, as always, different from ordinary people's. Honestly, even with the reputation of the Resurrection Stone, he didn't think the ring could be considered beautiful.

Its craftsmanship was rough, especially since its last two owners (excluding Voldemort) probably didn't treat it well.

"I saw you wearing it last Saturday," Luna said confidently. "When we were going to the Great Hall for lunch. You were surrounded by a lot of people at the time, probably didn't see me passing by you."

"That wasn't mine, I returned it to its original owner." Harry said vaguely.

"Oh." Luna said somewhat regretfully, and went to sit with Ginny.

Harry watched her back, and suddenly a thought popped into his mind, Luna previously recounted what Firenze said—she would brush shoulders with the Resurrection Stone. Now it seemed to perfectly fit Firenze's divination result, Luna did indeed brush shoulders with himself wearing the Resurrection Stone ring.

But Dumbledore has had it for a long time, hasn't he? Harry thought as he ate, maybe before him, the headmaster and Luna brushed shoulders countless times.

But Harry quickly realized that he rarely saw Dumbledore wearing that ring in public, especially this semester... "Hiss!" he gasped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing." Harry said immediately, surprised by his own thoughts: Was Dumbledore intentionally keeping it from Professor Bathsheda? Long-forgotten information resurfaced, constantly reminding him that these two knew each other.

In the evening, Felix delivered food to the werewolf living outside the city, and arrived at the Three Broomsticks before ten o'clock. After drinking a small glass, he found the atmosphere wasn't quite right.

A tall man with sharp facial features and prominent blue-green eyes sat across from him, and at the same time, a dozen pairs of eyes, either bright or dark, glanced over in their direction.

"Mr. Harp, hello," the man said.

"Mr. Noel?" Felix smiled, looked around, moved his hand away from the cup, and lightly tapped the table. "So, are you parents gathering together to persuade me to transfer your children? You've found the right person."

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