Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 4 Sorting Results, Azkaban!
Seeing that the train conductor and other conductors had no intention of making a move on him, Hardy frowned even more. He couldn't let these people who knew nothing about alchemy and his own abilities delay his interview.

Hardy slowly stretched his hand into his bosom, holding his own crystal wand, thinking about how to convince others with (physical) physics.

To be honest, Hardy has no less than ten methods to make the crowd in front of him stunned, stiff or amnesiac, both spells and alchemy products can be done.

However, considering that he is about to become a professor of alchemy at Hogwarts, considering the influence of various aspects, Hardy is really unwilling to be aggressive on this occasion.

"Mr. Ollivander? Is that really you?"

Just as Hardy was hesitating, a familiar figure in a black windbreaker walked over quickly, and the scar on his face added a bit of majesty to him.

The speaker was the Auror Brayden Smith who asked Hardy to maintain his wand not long ago!

"Why is Mr. Smith here?" Hardy glanced at several other Aurors scattered throughout the platform. They were wearing uniform black tight trench coats, and they were obviously searching for something.

What happened?Hardy couldn't help guessing secretly.

"Just a little business."

Braden obviously didn't intend to reveal too much, and smiled and prevaricated Hardy's question.

When he figured out the reason why the train couldn't start, he immediately raised his wand swearingly: "Hey, guys, I swear in the name of Auror, Mr. Ollivander's ability is absolutely trustworthy."

He waved the magic wand in his hand, and exclaimed: "Look! This handicraft in my hand is Mr. Ollivander's masterpiece. Using it to cast spells, I feel like I am the killer of evil. For those evil black Wizard, I even have the confidence to fight ten of them!"

Hearing an Auror praising Hardy, the skeptical attitude of the train conductor and others finally eased.One conductor even remembered seeing Hardy at Ollivander's wand shop.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Ollivander, if it's convenient, please come to the operating room to have a look." The conductor took off his uniform cap and bowed.

"Very happy."

With a light leap, Hardy stepped into the operating room of the Hogwarts Express. After a brief look, he waved his crystal wand and tapped it in the air.

Accompanied by the soft sound of "Dang Dang Dang", the thumb-sized nut rotates like a dance, and in the blink of an eye, the arm-thick joystick has been disassembled.

Hardy cast the Flying Curse, and took out a yellowed parchment roll from his suitcase. The parchment roll was spread out, and the complex circles drawn by charcoal immediately aroused everyone's interest.

The tip of the staff was brightly lit, and Hardy touched the broken joystick and the parchment one after another, then took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, and dripped out a few drops of liquid.

"Melting to set the mold!"

Hardy drank softly, and the dazzling white light flickered from the sheepskin roll. After the continuous hissing sound, the metal joystick heated up and cooled down rapidly, and the cracks on the surface disappeared.

"Using existing materials to reshape the joystick, the basic application of alchemy creation."

Seeing the eight nuts beating and joyfully fastening the brand-new joystick firmly to the Hogwarts Express, a burst of admiration came from Braden again.

"Feast your eyes! This is real alchemy, and Gilderoy Lockhart's best-selling novel can't write such a scene!"

On the other side, the train conductor and conductors also clapped their hands together. They leaned forward to check the condition of the joystick. After a while, they sighed one after another: "Today's miracle!"

"Woooo-"

Huge and dense steam spewed out from the chimney, and after a brief delay, the Hogwarts Express finally departed smoothly, slowly leaving platform nine and three-quarters.

"Braden, come here, we've got those two bloody house-elves! We're going to have to interrogate them about where the bomb berries are..."

Braden was waving goodbye to Hardy in the VIP car on the platform, when several Aurors had just pinned two struggling house-elves to the ground and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Ollivander, please rest in the VIP compartment. Would you like something to drink? Coffee, black tea or butter beer?"

"Coffee is fine."

The tall female flight attendant pushed the dining car to Hardy and poured him a cup of mellow black coffee with an exquisite tea set. In addition, she also attached a business card with a citrus scent.

"My name is Lucy. I don't know black and white. Which one does Mr. Ollivander prefer? But this question is not important, I have both anyway."

"I really hope to have a wonderful weekend with Mr. Ollivander!"

Hardy glanced at the address on the business card, and politely watched the other party push the dining car away. He was no longer surprised by such a situation.

Fingers crossed, Hardy watched the receding platform Nine and Three Quarters through the window, still thinking about the Auror yells.

House-elf?Bomb berries?Hardy really hoped nothing would go wrong and affect the start of Hogwarts in early September.

Bang, bang, bang...

White smoke billowed, and the Hogwarts Express was galloping on the rails like a steel flying dragon. The entire VIP compartment was silent, except for Hardy.

Occasionally, a female flight attendant named Lucy would keep pushing the dining car over and ask, "Coffee? Black tea? Or butter beer?"

……

……

Dengdengdeng.

The leather shoes kept hitting the ancient floor tiles, and there was a rhythmic knocking sound in the empty corridor.

After the arrival of the Hogwarts Express train, Hardy hurried all the way, and almost got stuck in front of Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

"Mr. Ollivander, in one minute, you will miss this morning's interview." Vice-principal Minerva McGonagall was waiting for Hardy at the door of the principal's office.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall, I haven't seen you for a few years. You are still so charming, with a graceful demeanor and an elegant atmosphere all over your body." Hardy stopped and straightened his suit.

"I'm so glad that you are finally no longer as troublesome as you were back then, but are willing to take the time to tell these undisputed facts."

For Hardy's praise, Professor McGonagall is obviously very helpful.Looking at the handsome and resolute young man in front of him, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but recall the scene when he met him for the first time a few years ago.

At that time, the other party had just entered Hogwarts, and as a first-year freshman, he had honestly put on the sorting hat.

Gryffindor? Hufflepuff?
Ravenclaw?Or Slytherin?
Just when everyone was curious, the Sorting Hat, which had been struggling for a long time, suddenly raised its voice, and the "Azkaban" sorting result almost made several female professors faint with excitement.

Unheard of, simply unheard of!

The sorting hat would actually sort a freshman into Azkaban!
After the investigation, I found out that in order to please the Sorting Hat, the young Hardy Ollivander secretly fed the other party an excessive amount of popping candies in order to please the Sorting Hat and let him be assigned to Ravenclaw College past.

For the first time in the history of Hogwarts, Hardy's Ravenclaw house was mercilessly deducted [-] points!
The head of Ravenclaw College burst into tears at the time, and strongly stated that he would reject troublemakers like Hardy from entering Ravenclaw, but he couldn't hold back the unanimous consent of the heads of the other three colleges.

"There is no doubt that Hardy Ollivander belongs to Ravenclaw. This result is extremely accurate!"

Facing the common judgment of the other three deans, Hardy shouted excitedly, while Dean Ravenclaw was heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)