Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 396 Meeting
I saw Professor Trelawney, quite disheveled, slumped down the silver stairs, without Harry and Ron saying hello, and dragged the pale-faced McGuffin away.

Professor Trelawney's appearance, dress, and speaking tone were completely different from what Harry Ron and the others had seen before.

The most obvious thing is that the strange-looking glasses that can enlarge the eyes are no longer worn, and most of the red and green stones, pearls, gemstones, gold, silver, crystal materials, and bracelets and necklaces of different shapes on her body are gone.

Gone were the thick coats they had seen during their exams.

Nor did Trelawney have the cryptic look on her face.

On the contrary, he was very dignified and severe, actually a bit like Professor McGonagall.

"You two can go back! I have something to do with McGuffin!" Professor Trelawney said to the two of them clearly and sternly as they passed by Harry and the others.

It's just that the whole person's dress is a bit "stretched", the neckline is pulled up, the sleeves are rolled up directly, and the "teacher's dignity" cannot be maintained at all.

"McGuffin?" Ron blinked hard and pinched himself before confirming that the scene in front of him was not a hallucination, or he was dreaming. He lost his mind and exclaimed.

"Meet us in the... common room!"

McGuffin turned back and shouted a weak word to Harry Ron and the others, but was pulled away by Professor Trelawney.

Ron and Ron were stunned for a long time before they reluctantly accepted that this scene was not a hallucination.

"What the hell did the MacGuffin do?"

Harry muttered to himself, staring at the trapdoor leading to the silver staircase with an indescribably confused expression.

……

They ran all the way.

Fortunately, I didn't meet a few students along the way, otherwise Trelawney's usual character design would have been completely broken.

(All the little wizards seize this time to go out to have fun and play wild, to release the psychological pressure accumulated due to being confined in the castle for the past few months to prepare for the exam and study crazily)

Seven or eight minutes later, Professor Trelawney pulled McGuffin in front of Dumbledore's office.

Only then did she sort out her appearance a little bit, then calmed down her panting breathing, and knocked on the oak door.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Come in!"

It didn't sound like Dumbledore's voice.

After entering the office, Dumbledore was not there.

Instead, Professor McGonagall, who was at odds with Professor Trelawney, was dealing with letters on the desks in some rooms.

There was a large pile of letters on the long desk, and at this time, many owls kept throwing envelopes on the desk, the ground, and at Professor McGonagall's feet.

Almost filled half the room.

Professor McGuffin had to stand up and pick up the envelopes one by one to check the envelopes.

"Professor Trelawney, who are you?"

After Professor McGonagall put down the stack of envelopes in his hands, C's eyes widened, and he frowned and looked back and forth between McGuffin and Trelawney, especially noting the unusual attire of the divination professor.

"I'm looking for Professor Dumbledore, I have something to do! - very important!"

Professor Trelawney emphasized with a serious expression.

"What's the matter? I remember this time, it should be the Gryffindor third-year divination class exam..."

Professor McGonagall raised his eyes suspiciously and stared at her.

Professor Trelawney obviously didn't have the time to argue with Professor McGonagall now. She took a breath and said, "I must meet Professor Dumbledore immediately! I really have something very important..."

Professor McGonagall shook his head and interrupted to reject Trelawney's words, "I don't know what you want to do with Professor Dumbledore?"

"His top priority now is to stop Cornelius Fudge from taking our professor for no reason!"

"After Professor Lupin's identity as a werewolf was exposed, many parents have sent letters to ask questions... You see... I am also very busy as the vice-principal!"

Professor McGonagall spread his hands, indicating that there were letters of this type from the desk to the floor in front of him.

"Although it is impossible for Professor Lupine to stay at Hogwarts any longer, at least he is undoubtedly a qualified and excellent professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Our school must protect a professor who is randomly detained by the Ministry of Magic without any evidence."

"What happened to Hagrid last time can't happen again."

"Professor Dumbledore handles this! Unless you think that what you say is more important than the reputation of the school and the safety of Professor Lupine...then you...you can talk to me directly."

Professor McGonagall said, her eyes fixed on McGuffin, her eyes full of suspicion.

The appearance of McGuffin here has aroused her speculation.

Especially in connection with the conversation in this office some time ago...Professor Snape's wariness against this little wizard, and Professor McGonagall's own temptations to this little wizard these days...

Undoubtedly, this little wizard possessed magical powers far beyond those of his peers.

And in the past two years, many things at Hogwarts have been more or less related to this little wizard...

Did Trelawney discover something?Is it still related to the prophecy she made last time?
Professor McGonagall put down what he was doing and came to them, his tone relaxed, and said

"What's the matter?"

Professor Trelawney didn't want to tell Professor McGonagall what she had just discovered.

She took a step back, leaned on her forehead and said with a dreamy expression, "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, you know...it's too hot, I'm a little dizzy..."

"I made a bit of a fuss, it's nothing serious, I'll come back later... sorry!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips with a serious expression, but she couldn't say anything.

And at this time, a large group of owls flew over, and dropped a large number of envelopes from parents complaining and asking.

This also left her with no time to take care of the very suspicious two people in front of her.

He could only watch as Trelawney dragged McGuffin away from here.

After getting down in front of the two stone monsters, Trelawney told McGuffin not to reveal to anyone what he had seen before.

"You must protect this secret, except for Professor Dumbledore and me...not even an ant!"

"Before the sun sets, I will find Professor Dumbledore... stay in the lounge obediently!"

"Professor, my divination exam?"

McGuffin asked tentatively.

——What happened just now seems to be far bigger than imagined.

"Full score!"

"Needless to say, hurry back to the lounge!"

After Trelawney finished speaking, she hurriedly turned and walked towards Professor Lupine's office.

There was a lot of wind and fire, and she didn't have the feeling of floating around and silently like she usually does.

…………

"Drink tea?"

Hagrid has an unexpected guest in his cabin.

"Hmm! I really need some tea to calm down!"

Lupine stared at the big black dog sitting in the corner with an indescribable expression and said.

Padfoot also stared at Lupine, and didn't even stop him from licking his head fawningly.

"Oh, I knew you needed this, and I just so happen to have some good tea from Asia..."

Hagrid turned around and reached for the teapot, "Would you like milk, or sugar cubes?"

"Just tea!" said Lupine.

Hagrid raised his eyebrows and stared at Professor Lupine with wide eyes.

He can't accept this way of drinking at all.

"Okay, okay... I heard Professor Dumbledore say that this drinking method can calm people down. Although I can't understand it, Professor Lupine is as long as you like it."

Hagrid muttered and picked up two teacups, put them on the table and poured tea.

Then he turned and poured the milk into a long and thin jug.

At this moment, taking advantage of Hagrid's inattention, Professor Lupine took out his wand and tapped the two teacups lightly, and some shiny fine powder was sprinkled into the steaming hot tea.

"Well!"

When Yaya was about to stand up and shout, he was slapped by Padfoot and swallowed his voice.

Then it was dazed, tremblingly looking at the boss in front of it, not understanding why the big brother wanted to stop him.

After wiping the spilled milk with a rag, Hagrid closed the lid of the milk bucket, took the glass of milk, a plate of rock cakes, and a jar of sugar cubes, then turned around and put them on the table, and sat in front of Professor Lupine.

Lupine kept staring into the corner.

Hagrid followed Professor Lupin's line of sight and saw the two big dogs, Fang and Padfoot, and said with a smile, "Are Fang and Padfoot playing? They look very happy, don't they?"

"Big-foot-board?"

Lupine was so surprised that he stuttered and stuttered out this sentence.

He just learned from Harry that a big black dog that often followed Harry himself was picked up by Hagrid and taken in.

But what he never expected was that he actually learned the name from Hagrid.

— Hagrid, he probably didn't know.

"You...why did you give that dog such a name!"

Lupine asked impatiently, looking very flustered, reaching into his robes and holding his wand, secretly wary of Hai and... Padfoot Black.

Hagrid swallowed.

He was a little taken aback by Lupine's expression.

"I... this is the name given by Harry and the others..., yes! It was the little wizard McGuffin who said that the dog's feet were too big, so he named it..."

Hagrid barely recalled the situation at that time.

Padfoot didn't move because of Lupin's reaction, he just lay down on the spot and kicked Fang Fang's head aside with his big (front paws) 'foot'.

"A MacGuffin?"

Lupine muttered to himself, desperately remembering what kind of abnormal behavior this little wizard had in his class.

Got nothing.

Although MacGuffin Albert is far superior to wizards of the same age, all kinds of weird and surprising rumors have been flying around Hogwarts, such as the second generation of the Dark Lord, the Black Nightmare, etc... But Professor Lupine, who is a werewolf, has long understood that the rumors cannot be trusted, and he is also very clear about the traditional arts of Hogwarts, so he does not believe these rumors that are exaggerated enough to destroy the world.

And if this little wizard had been Sirius' companion, Harry would have... Hogwarts would not be as peaceful as usual, nothing happened.

"Do you like big dogs too?" Hagrid said happily. He babbled and introduced to Lupine how Padfoot was skinny, with tangled fur, and looked like he would faint from hunger in a second when he took him in.

"You look at it now...he's totally a great, athletic lad."

"How about twenty catties?"

Hagrid was more than happy to give Lupine a 'public execution' of Sirius' dog-like routine here.

Hearing this, Lupine stared in a daze! (OO)
"Ah—woo!"

Padfoot couldn't bear it any longer, with a howl, he pushed Yaya away from him, rushed over, and threw himself at the two of them.

Lupine nervously drew out his wand.

"do not!"

Hagrid laughed loudly, stood up and grabbed Padfoot's 'dog's head'.

Huge hands rubbed hard twice.

Shiny with oil, the fluffy and swollen hair fluttered in Hagrid's big hands like wheat waves blown by the autumn wind.

The expression of Padfoot (that dog head) became more and more——
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Life-no-can-love! !

Hagrid let go of Padfoot and sat down in front of Professor Lupine again.

The big black dog whimpered, a little weak, and went back to the corner to hide. His eyes were full of sadness, and he didn't dare to look at Lupin anymore.

The corners of Lupine's mouth twitched, and for a moment he refused to believe that the big black dog in front of him was the high-spirited Sirius Black in school.

Hagrid coughed twice, poured the milk into the teacup, and continued: "Okay, let's talk about something serious!"

"What's the matter?"

Professor Lupine is a little nervous. His main business here is to figure out what happened to Padfoot, that is, Sirius?

You can see the way Hagrid and Sirius get along.

Lupine, who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world (he was discriminated against because of werewolves, and he has seen the dark side of the wizarding world), is now full of shit and doesn't know what to say.

This scene was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Huh? Didn't you come here to discuss with me about werewolves and those nasty guys from the Ministry of Magic?" Hagrid pushed another cup of tea to Lupin, and said bitterly.

"Oh, yes, yes." Lupine came back to his senses and quickly agreed. "Tea, tea, Hagrid!"

Lupine raised the cup of tea in front of him and drank it in one gulp.

"Remus, you're different from me." Hagrid picked up the teacup, took a big sip, let out a breath, and then continued with a smooth expression: "That idiot Fudge can't control his form now, and now he can only hysterically grab a life-saving rope—that is, to arrest you as a scapegoat, so as to pitifully maintain his position as Minister of Magic. And your special relationship with Sirius can make him cling to you and wrong you..."

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore won't allow this. Now it's not like last year...the riot of dementors, the escape of Sirius, they haven't been caught yet, and even traces of Death Eaters were found, plus the attack of werewolves... Uh, sorry, I didn't mean it."

Hagrid realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hastily drank the remaining tea in the cup, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, apologized hastily, and changed the subject, "Today's tea is somehow... really delicious. Try it, Lupin!"

"It's all right, Hagrid!" Lupine smiled weakly. "Did you think of all these things yourself?"

Hagrid doesn't seem like one to think about such things.

(End of this chapter)