Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 152 Hot business card

"So, Principal Dumbledore means that Professor Sprout may disappear?" Hardy said thoughtfully.

Professor Sprout, who was relieved just now, immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, "This, this, this..."

Snape's deep, dark eyes were fixed on Hardy, his lips moved, but he said nothing.

"Ah, Hardy, I don't think this matter will affect our professor." Dumbledore blinked, "I'm here."

Hardy smiled slightly, "Of course, I just considered all the possibilities as much as possible."

"After all, there is a saying that has been passed down for a long time in the ancient and mysterious East. Let me think about it, um...Be careful when sailing for thousands of years."

Professor Flitwick pondered over the meaning of the words "Be careful sailing for thousands of years", and soon smacked his lips in surprise, "It's very meaningful."

He turned to look at Hardy: "I found that Professor Ollivander seems to be quite interested in the East."

Spreading his hands, Hardy lazily said: "Yes, that's right, I never avoid this topic."

"About the East, as far as I know, it is a mysterious world, but it is a pity that I have never had the chance to touch it."

Professor Flitwick nodded, "There's nothing we can do about it. Wizards in the East have never had much contact with us."

The professors continued to discuss the arrangements for the summer vacation, but Hardy was the first to leave the principal's office.

He walked along the corridor to Gryffindor Tower, before the passage guarded by the portrait of the Fat Lady, he was stopped by the portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat gray horse.

"Stop! If you want to pass here, you have to have a vigorous duel with me!" Sir Cadogan waved the saber in his hand.

He looked contemptuously at Hardy who had stopped, and said provocatively, "Come on, let me see your skills."

Hardy silently took out the "English Flash" and pressed it against the opponent's head.

"You call the duel to start, and then I pull the trigger." Hardy said lightly.

In the next second, a very destructive beam of light immediately brewed in the cold muzzle of the gun.

Accompanied by a neighing sound, the fat gray horse under Sir Cadogan immediately lost its limbs and fell to the ground.

Sir Cadogan's face turned pale, and he immediately protested angrily: "It's not fair!"

"Think again."

Hardy hooked his fingers, and the wheels of "English Flash" started to rattle.

Seeing that a hole was about to appear in his head, Sir Cadogan hurriedly shouted: "Fair! Quite fair! It all depends on your own abilities!"

"You won!" Sir Cadogan shrank his neck, jumped off his horse in desperation, and gave way to the passage behind him in humiliation.

Hardy took back the "English Flash" and walked slowly into the Gryffindor common room.

In front of the burning fireplace, Harry was playing wizard chess with Ron, and when Hardy approached, the two of them stood up from the armchair.

"Professor Ollivander?" Ron and Harry looked at each other and shouted in unison.

Hardy nodded, "I have something to inform Mr. Potter."

Harry pursed his lips and adjusted his round glasses at the same time, "Could it be related to Sirius Black?"

"It can be understood in this way," Hardy said, "According to the latest requirements of the Ministry of Magic, I am afraid that Mr. Potter will have to spend the next two months at Hogwarts."

"Why?" Ron screamed as if suspecting that he had heard something wrong, "Harry can't go back to the Muggle world?"

"Hey, Ron, don't be like this," Harry patted him on the shoulder, "It's fine, Aunt Petunia doesn't welcome me back anyway." He sighed.

Harry looked at Professor Ollivander in front of him, "Can you tell me why, Professor."

"To be honest, I don't rule out staying at Hogwarts during the summer vacation. It's much better than Aunt Petunia's house."

Hardy looked at the calm little wizard in front of him with some surprise, he thought that the other party would be very resistant to this matter.

After all, not many students are willing to give up two months of summer vacation to an empty school.

"The Ministry of Magic believes that Sirius Black will hurt you, so you must stay with Dumbledore and the professors." Hardy explained.

Harry had a puzzled look on his face, "I don't understand…"

"According to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, it is very likely that Sirius thought that killing you would bring You-Know-Who back."

Hearing this, Ron muttered dissatisfiedly, "It's that guy's good idea again, he always feels that everyone wants to hurt Harry."

After learning the news that he could not leave Hogwarts, Harry lay on the four-poster bed with complicated emotions, tossing and turning unable to sleep.

Maybe this would be a good thing, he thought silently, looking at the hazy moon outside the window.

No need to go back to Aunt Petunia's house and listen to their family's complaints and nagging about themselves every day.

I haven't seen him in a year, and Dudley must have grown stronger and fatter, and his sneering voice at the top of his voice might have shattered his eardrums.

"You're going to have a wonderful summer at Hogwarts," Harry reassured.

He can quietly hide in the library and read when others are wasting time, and then when the school starts, shock everyone's jaws.

In a beautiful fantasy, Harry fell into a deep sleep, and when he opened his eyes the next day, Ron had already packed his luggage.

"See you in third year, Harry." Ron gave him a big hug. "My old man, don't study hard while I'm not in school."

Seeing Ron admonishing himself with a serious face, Harry scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "Okay, okay."

"It's time to go, Ron!" Hermione urged as she came in dragging a pile of luggage.

She looked at Harry, and took out an "Encyclopedia" of the Muggle world from her wizard robe and handed it to him, "Harry, I hope this can relieve your boredom."

"Thank you." After solemnly accepting Hermione's gift, Harry jumped off the four-poster bed and put on a wizard's robe indiscriminately.

"Come on, in return, I'll take your luggage to Hogsmeade station for you."

Seeing the three little ones carrying huge suitcases and following the team to Hogsmeade Station, Hardy in the corridor suddenly put his right hand into the pocket of his wizard robe.

Inside, a palm-sized card was becoming hot, and at the same time, it was flashing bright white light rapidly.

It was the business card left by Mad Grant, the president of the British branch of the Alchemy Association.

"Eight o'clock to-morrow night, Port of London."

Looking at the handwriting revealed on the business card, Hardy couldn't help rubbing his chin, his eyes flickering.

It seems that he has something to do during his summer vacation.

(End of this chapter)