Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 51 Ginny's Diary
Madam Pomfrey had prepared a potion that stimulated the recovery of the sense of taste for herself, which made Hardy feel a little bit relieved.

After thanking the other party, he asked Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey about the situation. No one in Hogwarts wanted to see anyone suffer from petrification anymore.

"It will get better soon," Madam Pomfrey showed a reassuring expression, "As long as Professor Sprout's mandrake is mature, they will all wake up."

After leaving the infirmary, Hardy returned to Professor Alchemy's office, "No matter what comes, I will follow it steadily..."

Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind—could the disappearance of his sense of taste be some kind of unknown damage accidentally caused by the weakened version of the Imperius Curse?

"The Imperius Curse, this involves problems at the soul level and the principles of magic..." Hardy shook his head.

He's not good at it.

Leaving the half-length mirror and sitting behind the desk, Hardy waved his wand, and Harry's Parseltongue translation manuscript, page by page, fluttered across the room, rattling.

The tip of the staff tapped the dark green snake on the parchment, and a sinister and ear-piercing "hissing" sound immediately echoed throughout the room.

"Obey, obey." Hardy listened to the piercing snake language while trying to match it with the corresponding interpretation.

Then, he tapped the next one with the tip of his stick.

Different snake words sounded one after another, but Hardy clearly heard the difference, or hoarse, or shorter, sometimes the end sound was lengthened, and sometimes the sound turned.

Hardy's eyes gradually brightened, and all the clues pointed to a common conclusion——

Parseltongue can be learned the day after tomorrow.

Difficult perhaps, but not impossible.

"This will be a very interesting attempt." Hardy commented with his mouth slightly raised.

Whether it's to better cope with the attacks that may continue in the future, or to be able to communicate with the basilisk and even the snake eggs, for Hardy, the Parseltongue is very important.

"ssssssssssssssssss..."

Slowly, the same obscure snake language as Harry's came out of Hardy's mouth, which seemed to reveal strangeness everywhere.

"The definition of this word is... Get away..." Hardy opened his jaw slightly, and his tongue flexibly changed the angle in the mouth. Hardy has a lot of experience in controlling this organ in the body.

This is all due to his previous life experience, where he used his tongue to "fight" people many times.

……

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry was playing wizard chess with Ron, and Hermione was previewing the course books for the next semester on the sofa next to him.

Suddenly, two mournful howls came from the Weasley twins' dormitory, "It's gone? How could it be gone!"

George and Fred stared wide-eyed, put their hands into their hair, and walked quickly to the fireplace. The two of them paced back and forth, looking extraordinarily funny.

"What happened? What's wrong with you?" Hermione raised her head from the heavy book and asked with a frown.

The Weasley twins shut their mouths suddenly, and they both looked at each other, sighing repeatedly.

"It's gone." The twins muttered when they came to the three little ones, "The story of "King of the Phantasm" we copied earlier is gone..."

Ron gave Harry a smug wink, and he whispered in the latter's ear, "It seems our plan worked, and they believed it."

"Damn it, how could we be so unlucky!" Fred shook his fist vigorously, "The complete works of "Phantom Beast" we transcribed last night were polluted by overturned ink, and the fallen candlestick gave away most of the volume. burnt to ashes."

"It's over, it's over, our wonderful pre-sale plan is about to declare bankruptcy..." George's face was extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a candy that smelled of snot and earwax.

"Oh... This is really too bad. I could have had an extra pair of wealthy twin brothers." Ron lowered his head "regretfully", but couldn't help but hold back a "Kukuku" smile on his face.

However, the truth of the matter is—

Last night, he and Harry sneaked into the twins' bedroom with the help of the invisibility cloak, and swapped the complete works of "King of Monster Beasts" on the other's desk. This was Harry's idea.

Originally, Ron wanted to steal it directly, but was vetoed by Harry, "That would bring this matter to Professor McGonagall. There shouldn't be thieves in Gryffindor."

Harry and Ron traded everything to keep things from getting worse, and destroyed the fake King of the Beasts collection with ink and candlesticks.

In this way, the Weasley twins can only wail "the injustice of fate", and it turns out, it is true.

"Okay, you shouldn't have done this kind of thing." Hermione closed the heavy book and snorted softly, "If Professor Ollivander knows that you take his stories and earn pocket money everywhere, Think how he will punish you!"

"Hey, I think Hermione is right. Taking other people's stories for your own profit without permission is the behavior of a thief." Ron said seriously.

He nudged Harry, who nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, I think so too."

"Okay, okay, it seems that we are far away from opening our own joke shop in Diagon Alley." The Weasley twins looked at each other, sighed again and again, and left listlessly.

Next, they have to figure out how to explain the work to the students who participated in the pre-sale activities.

"Hey, are you doing something good? You really ruined the complete works of "King of Monster Beasts"?" Seeing the twins walking away, Hermione whispered.

Ron and Harry looked at each other and smiled, "You can't hide anything from you, Hermione. If we guessed correctly, Mrs. Pince should be in the library by now, watching the complete works of "King of Monster Beasts" .”

"Harry is right. The reason why Professor Ollivander told the story of "The King of Monsters" is to arouse everyone's interest in the alchemy course."

Harry pushed his glasses, and added: "So it should lie in the library, be lent to anyone for free, and Mrs. Pince will make it more beautifully covered and complete."

"Nice job!" Hermione smiled at the two of them.

"Ginny, what's the matter with you?" The three little ones were talking, when Ron suddenly stopped the passing Ginny, who was a little depressed, "What did you do just now?"

"Oh," Ginny was taken aback by Ron's sudden call, and she turned around awkwardly, "No...nothing, I went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."

"Is that guy Lockhart looking for trouble for you?" Ron frowned and whispered.

Ginny quickly shook her hand, "No, of course not, I just accidentally left something in the classroom, and I just want to go back and look for it."

"Do you need our help?" Hermione asked.

"No, please don't... Ah, what I mean is, I've already found it." After finishing speaking, Ginny turned around and hurried into the girls' dormitory.

"What's wrong with Ginny? I feel something is wrong with her." Harry asked with a puzzled expression.

Ron patted him on the shoulder, "Dude! You don't know Ginny. She is so confused sometimes. When she is at home, she often can't find her hairpin, even if she just holds it in her hand."

Back in the dormitory, while her roommates were away, Ginny started rummaging around for her four-poster bed and desk drawers.

"No...no..." Ginny crawled out from under the four-poster bed with a dust on the tip of her nose, "Where did it go? Where did I leave my diary?"

She murmured in dismay.

(End of this chapter)