Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 194 Quidditch

"Is the "Phantom Beast" series really your work?" Tonks asked curiously as he followed Hardy.

"So to speak," Hardy replied.

"Great, I just finished watching the whole series last month," Tonks said, walking as if he was dancing, obviously in a good mood, "How did you come up with this idea?"

Hardy shrugged. "Just to improve my classroom efficiency."

"Your writing is far more interesting than Gilderoy Lockhart's," Tonks said, twirling his fingers through his hair, "even if he copied someone else's story."

Hardy smiled and said thank you, then looked at Mrs. Pince, "The result was as we expected."

"Oh—uh—yes—"

Irma Pince looked grave and spoke absent-mindedly.

The results of the examination just done in the infirmary showed that she had indeed been forced to "empty every thought".

And according to Madam Pomfrey, the wizard who cast the spell is quite powerful, so even if the rote potion is prepared, it may not be able to restore her much memory.

For the details, we have to wait five days to see the results after taking the keto potion.

"Will anyone else attack me?" Irma Pince asked.

Braden was wary of Peeves who might appear at any time, "Who knows, that's why we got Tonks, didn't we?"

He said, "During this time, she will follow you inseparably."

"Does Professor Ollivander have any novel manuscripts that have not been delivered for publication? For example—" Tonks asked expectantly, "What about "Phantom Beast 13"?"

"Maybe I'll talk to you over tea when we catch the guy who wanted to attack Mrs. Pince?" Hardy blinked.

Tonks waved excitedly.

For the rest of the time, she would be inseparable from Irma Pince, living in the small room at the entrance of the library.

The first Quidditch match is approaching and the weather is pretty bad.

The intrepid Gryffindor team trained even harder under the supervision of Ms. Hooch.

But Harry was in a bad mood, and Professor McGonagall refused his request to go to Hogsmeade.

On the day of the game, despite the heavy rain, Quidditch was very popular, so all the teachers and students in the school came out to watch the game as usual.

They ran along the lawn towards the field, keeping their heads down against the strong wind, because the umbrellas in their hands were blown away by the wind halfway.

"The game has begun." Lying on the window sill of the library, Tonks heard Ms. Hooch's whistle.

Irma Pince had just finished packing the scattered books, and was leaning back in a chair, her eyebrows knit together.

"You really can't remember?" Tonks put his face in his hands and sat opposite Pince.

Pince shook his head.

"Oh my god," Tonks blinked, "I'm really curious what you saw? The other party didn't kill you. It doesn't make sense, does it?"

Pince's expression was stiff, "If it was reasonable, I wouldn't be sitting here now, Miss Tonks."

Tonks looked a little embarrassed, and she realized that she had said the wrong thing.

"That guy won't cast a curse on Mrs. Pince," Tonks was overjoyed to hear Hardy's voice, and she was worried that there would be no new topic to divert her embarrassment.

"Why?" Irma Pince tilted her head, just in time to see Hardy approaching the library.

Hardy smiled at Tonks, "Because if Mrs. Pince was hurt in the first place, the Ministry of Magic would have to pay attention."

"A big fire, all the casualties were Muggles," Hardy said, coming to the table, "It took place outside the wizarding world."

"It's wonderful!" Tonks suddenly realized. "We never care about such things."

Outside the window, thunder could be heard from time to time, and commotion could be heard from afar.

"Listen," said Tonks, raising his hand to his ear, "what's the matter?"

Hardy saw the direction of the Quidditch pitch, and the crowd was swaying everywhere, and hurried out the door, "Tonks, protect Mrs. Pince!"

……

"It's a good thing the ground is so soft."

"I thought he must be dead."

"What's that thing that just came out of him? It's really like a dementor."

Harry heard people whispering, but couldn't understand what they were saying.

He only remembered that during the game, there was an eerie silence in the entire stadium.

Although the wind was still so fierce, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the volume, as if he had suddenly become deaf.

A terribly familiar chill hit him, penetrated him, and at the same time he became aware that something was moving on the court below—

Dementors!
But soon, the chill seemed to be driven away by something.

He even saw two dementors tearing and roaring in front of his eyes.

Harry snapped his eyes open.

He was lying in the infirmary.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team gathered around his bed, covered in mud from head to toe.

Ron and Hermione were there too, looking like they just got out of a swimming pool.

"Harry!" said Fred, his face pale under the mud, "how are you feeling?
"What's the matter?" He said, sitting up abruptly, which startled everyone.

"You fell," said Fred, "must have been--somewhat--fifty feet?"

"We thought you were dead," said Arya, trembling.

Hermione made a short, small sound, her eyes red and swollen.

"But the game," Harry said, "how's it going? Can we replay it?"

No one spoke.The terrible truth sank into Harry's mind like a stone.

"We didn't—lose, did we?
"Diggory caught the Snitch," said George.

Harry lay there without saying a word, and they lost...for the first time, he lost a Quidditch match.

About 10 minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came and told the team to leave and Harry to rest.

They were discussing the dementors breaking into the Quidditch pitch, and the pearly white shadow emerging from the back of Harry's neck.

"Professor Ollivander saved you," Hermione walked to Harry's bed and said in a low voice, "I heard it at the door just now."

"Principal Dumbledore was afraid that you would be hurt, so he asked Professor Ollivander to take protective measures for you very early on," she said, "I was supposed to be on guard against Black's attack, but I didn't expect—"

"What protection?" Harry pushed himself up.

Ron glanced at Hermione, "Uh...we're not sure, it seems to be another dementor, but it's not that scary."

Harry lay in the school infirmary for three full days, and the first thing he did after he left was to thank Professor Ollivander.

Madam Pomfrey told him that without Professor Ollivander's protective measures, both he and his Nimbus 2000 would probably be smashed to pieces.

"Everything is ready in the underground classroom."

Walking outside the office, Harry heard Luna's voice, and then saw Luna coming out holding a stack of thick parchment.

"Hello, Harry," Luna hummed, holding her wand behind her ear.

"Oh, you, hello, Luna," Harry stepped back, "may I know what's in the dungeon?"

Luna gave the other party a mysterious smile, "No, at least I can't right now, but you will know soon."

Harry felt like a caterpillar was crawling inside. He had heard the term "underground classroom" more than once recently.

There seemed to be something novel there, the professors all knew about it, but none of the little wizard knew about it, except for Luna.

George and Fred had planned to sneak out at night, but something miraculous happened, and there was nothing in the underground classroom.

"Perhaps the place is enchanted and hidden," they said reluctantly.

In the office, Hardy was correcting the homework of the third grade. Harry saw that Malfoy's grades were quite bad, and he suddenly felt a lot better.

(End of this chapter)