Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 90 Home Visit (Available on the 18th)
In the afternoon, after all the little wizards finished their dinner for the day, Hardy arrived at the oak box at the entrance of the auditorium on time.

He pulled out his wand from his wizard robe, aimed at the keyhole on the top of the box, "Alahoh hole is open!"

With a "bang", the huge box door slammed heavily on the ground, and a mountain of questionnaires poured out like a tidal wave.

Crashing, flying all over the sky, almost blocking the entrance of the entire auditorium.

"Oh, my God, there are so many..." Madam Pomfrey walked to Hardy's side and covered her mouth in surprise.

"It seems that the lottery is very attractive, so it should cover 90% of the students in the school."

Turning the wand, all the survey questionnaires scattered on the ground stood up.

With Hardy waving his arms, all the questionnaires moved "two legs" like elves, and lined up towards the direction of the infirmary.

In the next week, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout will preliminarily screen out the young wizards who are suspected of having lethargy symptoms from the massive questionnaires.

"Fortunately, the problem this time is lethargy." Madam Pomfrey clasped her hands together, "This minimizes the spread of panic among the students."

"Also, dreams! Malfoy repeatedly mentioned that he was repeating a dream, and Weasley also mentioned it."

"But when they woke up, none of them had any memory of the dream, which was weird."

"Professor Ollivander, I hope we can solve this problem before the students discover the anomaly."

Nodding, Hardy lowered his voice, "I hope so, I heard that Lucius Malfoy is still staring at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, if anything goes wrong at school, he'll make a big deal out of it in the papers."

Mrs. Pomfour was worried, "That's why we have to keep it secret, and we have to hurry up."

After discussing a few words, Madam Pomfrey led a long queue of questionnaires and headed towards the infirmary.

Hardy also returned to the office immediately and began to prepare for the lottery.

Sunday afternoon.

Hardy came to the basement classroom again, and as soon as he approached, he heard a burst of panting.

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

"remove……"

At the end of the dark corridor, Neville's voice kept repeating.

When Hardy walked into the classroom, he happened to see a thin electric arc shooting out, causing the wand in the Scarecrow's hand to deviate from the direction.

"Mr. Longbottom, it seems that your confinement has already had preliminary results."

Hearing what Hardy said, Longbottom scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Professor, I have worked very hard, but—"

Looking at Neville's almost soaked wizard robe, Hardy turned his wand, "Clean it up!"

The wizard's robe rattled, and the dust and sweat disappeared one after another. "This will make you more comfortable." Hardy retracted his wand and said.

"Thank you, Professor." Neville looked gratefully at the handsome young man in front of him.

"Cast the Disarming Charm completely again, and let me see if you have any questions." Hardy conjured up a chair and sat beside Neville.

Nodding his head, Neville pursed his lips nervously, "Ex-you—weapon—"

As he swung his wand vigorously, an electric arc that was slightly thicker than before hit the Scarecrow's wand with "crackling".

However, the strength of the arc was still a little weaker, and it only moved the wand two inches away.

But for Neville, this is already a rare improvement.

Hardy clapped his hands, "Good job, Mr. Longbottom, even if you think you have a shortcoming in memory, you can still train your muscle memory."

He pinched the opponent's rather strong arm, "As long as your arm remembers everything, you can easily cast the spell even with your eyes closed."

With just a few words, Neville, who was still a little discouraged just now, cheered up like a chicken blood.

"Raise your arm a little higher, and the action of preparing to cast the spell must not be sloppy."

"Exercise, look for the feeling of whipping when casting the spell, yes, that's right, imagine you are whipping something, anything is fine."

"Hurry up, hurry up, let the air recede because of you..."

With Hardy's patient guidance, Neville waved his wand over and over again.

Outside the underground classroom, Filch was wiping the corridor vigorously with a musty mop.

"What effect can it have? An idiot is an idiot, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't compare to others."

He stuffed the wet mop into the tin bucket and splashed a lot of water, "It's like I'm a squib, I'll never learn magic..."

……

The next morning.

Hardy changed into a brand new suit.

Standing by the fireplace in his office, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder and called out, "Diagon Alley."

With a bang, the emerald green flame immediately engulfed it, and then disappeared without a trace.

In the next second, in the bustling Diagon Alley, a green fire flickered in the public fireplace, and Hardy walked out politely.

"Hardy, welcome back." Not far away, Uncle Garrick was outside Ollivander's wand shop, posting an announcement for the sale of a new wand.

"Good morning, Uncle Garrick." Hardy stepped forward, "How are you doing?"

Garrick patted the notice to make sure it was firmly pasted, "Great, since you gave me the instructions on how to maintain your wand, the business in the shop is busier than before."

"The unicorn's tears plus the dew at dawn, although the effect is still not as good as the tears of the prisoner of Azkaban, it is still enough."

Hearing Garrick's words, Hardy smiled knowingly.

This was the best solution he came up with after thinking for a whole week.

"I hear, Hardy, you're very popular at Hogwarts," Garrick smacked his lips.

"Because of you, some parents who were originally unwilling to send their children to Hogwarts are also reconsidering this matter."

Hardy raised his brows in surprise, "If that's the case, it's really my honor."

"Is there anything going on this time?"

"Home visit." Hardy took out a note from his pocket.

That was the address of the student guardian that he transcribed, and it read:
Augusta Longbottom, 36 Weybridge, a suburb of London.

After saying goodbye to Garrick, Hardy waved his wand and directly cast Apparatus to leave.

In the small town of Weybridge, Hardy suddenly appeared under a sycamore tree.

He patted the dead leaves that fell on his shoulders, and after confirming that there was no one left, he walked straight towards a house with a purple roof.

Since his magic power was exhausted, Hardy hadn't used Apparition for a long time.

Thinking back to the days when he couldn't even use Floo powder normally, Hardy felt that it was a difficult time.

He climbed the three small steps and tapped on the dimly lit door with his wand in his hand.

Not long after, a rush of footsteps came from the house, "Who is it?"

The owner of the room asked very cautiously.

"Hardy Ollivander, the professor of alchemy at Hogwarts, we had previously exchanged letters about home visits."

With a "creak", the doorknob shook violently, making people worry that it might fall to the ground at any moment.

The door was opened, and an old witch with a decidedly bad temper appeared behind it.

"Ms. Longbottom?" Hardy sized her up.

She was wearing a green robe and a fox fur scarf.

He wore a tall hat with a stuffed eagle on his head, and was holding a large red handbag in his withered hands.

"Yes, it's me!" Augusta Longbottom hung the big red handbag on the wall, "I thought you wouldn't come, and I was about to go out."

She made a "come in" gesture to Hardy and walked into the room.

At the same time, he muttered, "After all, I didn't expect that the teachers of Hogwarts would actually pay home visits for Neville's sake. You are really diligent."

"This is what we should do." Hardy followed each other and sat on the sofa by the fireplace.

"Would you like some sandwiches and milk, Professor?" Augusta asked.

Hardy smiled, "Thank you, I already had breakfast, about what I mentioned in my letter last time..."

"Oh, you mean that Neville was cast with the Forgetting Curse? I already knew that, and that's not important." Augusta said lazily.

The other party's indifferent appearance obviously surprised Hardy.

(End of this chapter)