Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 170
Seeing Hagrid's justification, Professor McGonagall looked at Hardy: "I must explain that I just told him a few minutes ago that you will be back."

"I totally understand." Hardy smiled slightly. "After all, everyone knows, Hagrid, keep your mouth shut." He murmured to himself.

Harry quickly ran to Hardy and gave him a big hug with open arms.

"I'm glad you're standing here intact," Harry raised his head and pushed his round glasses. "Hagrid also said that you might lose an arm."

In the distance, Hagrid suddenly coughed violently, and he buried his face in his wide palms, as if this would make everyone ignore him.

"Look, who's back!"

At the end of the corridor, a sullen Snape appeared silently like a black bat.

Hardy smiled slightly, nodded at the other party, and followed Dumbledore and others into the auditorium for dinner.

On the huge long table, nearly a hundred candles were burning brightly, and the shadows of the lights flickered.

Professor McGonagall waved the wand in his hand, and steaming steak and ham jumped out of the white plate continuously.

Hearing about the Illuminati from Hardy's mouth, the eyes of Harry, Hagrid and the others all shone with light.

"Oh, this, this is really thrilling!"

Hagrid wiped his face with a rag from the dining table: "It's the first time I've heard of a wand wrapped in flames."

"How did you beat that Illuminati guy?" Harry stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth with a knife and fork and chewed.

He's almost grown mandrakes these days at Hogwarts by himself.

Because of the large number of dementors wandering outside, he can almost only wander around inside the castle.

The library, the Gryffindor common room, the Great Hall, the abandoned dungeon...

Harry tried his best to pass the time, but all the results were not ideal.

Every night, he would lie on the table in the dormitory and write letters to Ron and Hermione.

This exhausted Hedwig.

It almost never had a good rest time.

Every time he had just brought the letters from Ron and Hermione back to Hogwarts, Harry tied the stack of envelopes he had prepared to its paws.

In the first few days of the summer vacation, Harry could still share anecdotes with Ron and Hermione in letters.

But after a week passed, the communication between the three was forced to stop due to various reasons.

Ron traveled to Egypt with the Weasleys, which was quite rare for their family.

It's all due to the fact that Mr. Weasley won a big prize in the "Daily Prophet" and got a lot of money in Galleons.

As for Hermione, she went to France with her parents.

Harry couldn't quite remember whether the other party went to visit a certain cousin or went on the same trip.

"Hedwig, you can send my letter to Egypt or France, right?"

When Harry tried to get an affirmative answer from Hedwig, the other party just gave him a blank look, and flew away completely with flapping wings.

Even Hedwig temporarily abandoned him!
Thinking of this, Harry at the dining table had to sigh heavily.

But soon, his attention was all on Professor Ollivander who was opposite him.

"It's so exciting, professor, this can definitely be an even more exciting adventure story than the "King of Monsters" series!"

Hardy picked up a glass of cherry juice, and answered Harry's question slowly: "To be precise, I didn't beat Anthony."

He said: "The siege of other Aurors is only one aspect. I guess he had to choose to retreat because of the lack of magic power in his body."

"But you still pierced his thigh, didn't you? Just the one, that, ah, Bismarck stab? That's great!"

Harry drew his wand out of his wizard robe and gestured, poking the air with a "chichi" sound.

Hagrid was fascinated by this, "Bismarck stabbing? Professor Ollivander, where did you learn it?"

"Thanks to the bloody Barrow." Hardy put a piece of creme brulee into his mouth.

Snape, who was eating on the right, suddenly sneered: "You mean, a ghost taught you?"

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, Hardy nodded: "Of course, Professor Snape seems to be underestimating these friends who have existed in the castle for nearly a thousand years."

"Oh, did I hear you right? Is anyone doubting our strength?"

"I don't like that joke very much!"

Nearly Headless Nick emerged from under the dining table and flew up to the ceiling next to Snape's nose.

With a soft snort, Snape took a sip of a glass of brandy and stopped talking.

"Let me go!"

After dinner, everyone was about to leave the auditorium and return to their respective rooms to rest when Professor McGonagall's angry voice came.

After a flash of blazing white light, a dementor reluctantly exited the castle through the corridor window.

She walked into the auditorium angrily and looked at Dumbledore: "These disgusting guys have already started trying to enter the Hogwarts castle!"

Looking at the pale body of the dementor from a distance, Harry couldn't help but tremble all over.

Whenever that kind of monster approached, strong fear would involuntarily arise in his heart.

His body was cold, as if he was standing in the depths of an ice cellar with no clothes on.

The ear-piercing screams of a strange woman kept echoing: "Leave him—don't kill him—go away—"

"Hey, Harry, are you all right?"

Hagrid rested his broad hand on Harry's shoulder.

Squeezing out a smile and looking at Hagrid, Harry pushed his round glasses: "I, I'm fine, Hagrid, don't worry."

"Minerva, I guarantee that such a situation will not happen again," Dumbledore blinked. "The defensive magic of Hogwarts Castle will be strengthened."

Everyone bid farewell at the entrance of the auditorium, and each walked towards their own lounge.

"Wait a minute, Hardy!"

Dumbledore stopped Hardy, and Harry was following him nervously, looking hopefully.

"What's the matter? Headmaster Dumbledore." Hardy glanced at Harry.

There was a kind smile on the old face, Dumbledore's lips squirmed, and he said, "Ah, Hardy, I have something to ask you."

He glanced at Harry beside him, "You know, these dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic are getting more and more unruly."

"I don't think this is the best protection for Harry. To be honest, I fully understand how boring and boring his life is in the empty castle during this time."

Hardy looked at the two of them curiously: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Dumbledore and Harry smiled at each other, "Ah, yes, we have considered this matter, only you are the best candidate."

"For the rest of the summer vacation, we hope that Harry can spend the rest of the summer in Diagon Alley, so that he can avoid those nasty dementors," Dumbledore said of his thoughts: "We need you to act as Harry." protector of profit."

"Is it okay? Professor Ollivander." Beside Dumbledore, Harry was feeling uneasy.

(End of this chapter)