Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 27 The Tears of the Prisoner of Azkaban

Looking at the ear quill in his hand, Harry secretly swallowed his saliva, thinking of the hoarse, eerie voice in his mind, he would get goosebumps all over his body.

When he returned to the Gryffindor common room and told Hermione and Ron about it, both of them exclaimed in unison: "It's just outrageous."

Hermione rubbed her arm, "I don't want to be entangled by that inexplicable voice, it will definitely give me nightmares."

Ron held his wand and skillfully knocked on the pebbles in his hand. In recent days, this action has almost become a subconscious habit. When he sees any round objects, he can't help but want to hit them with his wand.

"Dude! Listen to me, although the sound you described doesn't sound right, but since Professor Ollivander has given you the ear quill, there must be no problem." Ron rubbed the soreness wrist.

Harry lowered his head and rubbed the box of the ear quill, shaking his head, "Professor Ollivander said that he must first hear the voice in my head before he can make an accurate judgment."

"Ron..." Suddenly, Hermione looked at the wand in Ron's hand, "Did your wand get shorter?"

"Ah, that's right. Before the wand was broken, it was a little shorter. Now I'm practicing the Knocking Charm. Repeated beatings have made the tip of the wand even more fragile, and it has broken off a small piece." Ron touched the tip of the wand with his fingers. cross section.

Harry popped a cookie into his mouth. "Well, Ron, I think this Knocking Charm practice is doing too much damage to the wand."

"However, this is a training plan that Professor Ollivander made for Ron alone. When Ron successfully learns the Stone-Knocking Curse, the professor will give him a brand new wand for free."

Hermione lowered her voice and said, "You know, other professors say that Professor Ollivander's technique of making wands is considered top-notch in the entire British wizarding world."

The three chatted in the Gryffindor common room for a while, and then went back to their rooms to rest. Recently, each of them was busy with their own important things, and they were too sleepy at night.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the Hogwarts curfew begins.

Filch walked the empty corridors with Mrs. Norris in his arms, trying his best to find the students wandering around in violation of the rules.

"I didn't see the three Harry Potters..." Filch heaved a sigh of relief after looking around, "These days are the most comfortable days for me."

An ugly smile rarely appeared on his rigid face.

Saturday.

Hardy was watching the latest commercial film released in the Muggle world in the office of Professor Alchemy.

The exquisite teapot filled with cherry juice was suspended in mid-air, filling the empty cup in Hardy's right hand from time to time.

Although it is against the school's regulations to use the Muggle world's projector, Hardy used a little bit of alchemy to turn the projector into an alchemy product. Although it only changed the appearance, it can be regarded as a perfect avoidance of the risk of being investigated. .

"Professor Ollivander!" Suddenly, the door of Professor Alchemy was pushed open by the excited Ron, "I succeeded! I succeeded, Professor!"

Hardy put his feet up on the desk, and the cherry juice he was feeding into his mouth shook violently.

"All backwards!" The crystal wand waved, and under Hardy's spell, Ron's movements seemed to be reversed, and he quickly exited the door, and the door closed with a bang.

When Ron came in from the open door again in a daze, Professor Ollivander in front of him was correcting the course essays on his desk.

"Mr. Weasley, did no one tell you that you should knock on the door before entering the professor's office?" Hardy put down the quill in his hand, slowly raised his head, and pushed the folded projector deeper under the table with his feet place.

Ron blushed, "I'm sorry Professor Ollivander, I was too excited, and this kind of thing will never happen again next time, I promise."

"Just now I seem to see you, Professor..."

Ron recalled the scene of breaking in the door just now, and was interrupted by Hardy's voice just as he opened his mouth.

"Mr. Weasley, did you bring me any good news?" Hardy quickly brought the topic back, and at the same time muttered in his heart: "Next time, we must put a guardian spell on the room."

Hearing this, Ron really regained his original excitement, and quickly took out half a pebble from his arms, "Professor, I have already learned the stone-knocking curse you taught me!"

"Shuli Maqilaihai!"

Ron pulled out his wand, which was only half left, and pointed it seriously at the pebble in his hand. In an instant, the tip of the wand flashed light, and under the burst of magic power, a crack as thick as a thumb appeared on the surface of the pebble.

A little surprise flashed in Hardy's eyes. Ron's progress was faster than he expected for the past week.

He looked at the calloused right finger of the opponent, waved his wand and quickly floated out a bottle of potion from the cupboard.

"Nice job, Mr. Weasley, drink this bottle of calming potion first." Looking at the other party's aggravated dark circles and messy hair, Hardy could already imagine the scene of the other party practicing under the quilt late at night.

It's just... why did the spell the other party uttered just now sound a little weird?

After gulping down the calming potion, Ron felt like he was soaking in hot spring water. Every cell in his body was cheering, with a lazy and comfortable expression on his face.

"Since Mr. Weasley has learned the Stone-Knocking Charm, I will also fulfill my promise and give you a brand new wand."

With an excited Ron, Hardy applied to Professor McGonagall for leaving school, and then the two sprinkled a handful of Floo powder from the fireplace in Professor Alchemy's office, and disappeared into the raging green flames.

In the public fireplace in Diagon Alley, with green flames flickering, Hardy led Ron out.

Diagon Alley, without the patronage of Hogwarts students, is much deserted compared to August, but there are still people coming and going on the ancient street.

"Professor, I heard that Ollivander's Wand Shop is your property, and Mr. Garrick Ollivander works in your shop, right?" This is the first time Ron has left Hogwarts during school. , waving his arms excitedly.

"If George and Fred knew, they would definitely envy me, and Harry and Hermione, they have had a hard time recently."

Hardy looked at Ron in surprise, "Ollivander's wand shop is mine? Garrick Ollivander works in my shop? Where did this rumor come from!"

Uncle Garrick is already on his way with a knife in his hand.

"I just listened to what others said." Ron shrank his neck.

Hardy took Ron straight to Ollivander's wand shop, and Garrick was polishing the newly made wand behind the cabinet.

"Uncle Garrick, I haven't seen you for a while, your craftsmanship has really become more and more exquisite." Hardy said with a smile as he pushed the door open.

"Oh! Look who's back? The first alchemy professor at Hogwarts!" Uncle Garrick came out from behind the counter happily, "I don't know how many times I have rejected you when you are away. Guest of the Wand."

"Uncle Garrick, maintaining the wand is not difficult. If I remember correctly, I have already told you the method."

"Tell me... well, yes, but the method you created needs the tears of the prisoners of Azkaban! Pity me!" Garrick complained.

The tears of the prisoner of Azkaban, this is an indispensable part of the method of maintaining the wand that Hardy has figured out.

"Don't worry, Uncle Garrick, I will find a substitute for this material." Hardy smiled and said, "If I can't find it, I will have to go to Azkaban to meet some old friends."

Inside Azkaban, in the dark and damp dungeon, several prisoners with tangled hair and beards suddenly woke up from their dreams, sneezing continuously.

"Merlin, I dreamed about that Demon King again..."

(End of this chapter)