The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"Are you going to... skip one professor's class in order to attend another professor's class?"

Ricardo looked at the blond girl sitting on a tree next to the Quidditch field and asked in confusion.

It was a weekend, and he was supposed to be studying magic, but Flitwick made a joke to him and "sealed" his office before going to Hogsmeade.

Ricardo also knew his good intentions, so he went out to get some fresh air, and happened to meet Cassandra who wanted to find him.

"Give me a reason to put up with that guy." Cassandra rolled her eyes, her cold tone laced with anger.

"This thing doesn't count even if I say it..." Ricardo thought for a long time and shook his head, "I only have research in mind right now."

"Don't think that I don't know about Diagon Alley," Cassandra said, "You can go to Lockhart and secretly transfer me to you as an assistant. I know that the first-year curriculum is the same as ours. …Luna Lovegood, what are you doing?”

The girl standing barefoot by the stone turned her head.She had shaggy, dirty, waist-length blond hair, very light eyebrows, and bulging eyes that gave her a constant look of surprise.

This girl is obviously different from the one Ricardo saw when he was sorted into the hospital. There is obviously a kind of madness in her body - or maybe, this is the other person's nature?

She stuck her wand behind her left ear, wore a necklace of butterbeer corks, and nodded to Cassandra.

"How have you been these days, Luna? Is anyone angry about your weird temper? I'm sure you're starting to get bullied!"

"Yes," Luna said in a trance, her eyes still staring at Harry, "Yes, I had a good time. You are Professor Silva." She followed up.

"Yes, Miss Lovegood." Silva nodded politely at her.

"I'm talking to you, Luna Lovegood!" Cassandra looked a little unhappy, "I said, your dress really suits your temperament!"

"I know that." Luna replied in a daze as if she didn't hear her sarcasm.

"You...sigh!" At this time, Cassandra was like an older sister who disliked her younger sister. She jumped off the tree and kept using "Clean Up" to remove the dust from Luna's body.

"You idiot, whose brain was injured by a troll! How could you come here! Also, look at your injuries! Which guy did this...Which guy has the same idea as me? I really need to talk to him!"

"I came here to find the Bent-Nosed Snorlax," Luna's eyes were still wandering, "Have you found it?"

"I said, I have to take you to find that thing after I graduate! Why don't you listen!" Kassandra looked furious, "There is no Bent-Nosed Snorlax in the Forbidden Forest! If you let me see it again Come, just...don't come to me if you get hurt!"

"I'm fine." Luna suddenly tilted her head, stood up on tiptoes, and placed a kiss on Cassandra's forehead. "Look, your body temperature is normal, don't worry."

"I'm not caring about you!" Cassandra almost jumped up, "I, just... I just don't want to see an alumnus who is only slightly worse than me being held back by such trivial matters! Besides, we are here Meeting on the train shows that we still have a little bit of fate!"

Ricardo almost laughed out loud.

really?

He only saw from the side that the extremely arrogant Miss Cassandra did not refuse Luna's post...

"Why are you laughing!" After teaching little Luna a lesson, Cassandra's anger returned to Ricardo, "Didn't you notice that there was a conflict in the middle of the playground?"

"There... what happened?"

……

Harry felt that he should ask Dumbledore why trouble always surrounded him.

For several days, whenever he saw Gilderoy Lockhart walking down the hall, he had to hide away or be hugged by him and take a lot of pictures.

But even harder to avoid was Colin Creevey, the Muggle wizard who always had a camera and seemed to have memorized Harry's curriculum.

It seemed like the most exciting thing in the world to this guy was to say "Hello, Harry?" six or seven times a day and hear "Hello, Colin" in reply, regardless of the tone of Harry's reply. How helpless and angry.

Hedwig was still angry with Harry over the disastrous car trip, and Ron's wand was still acting weird, even more so on Friday morning.It flew out of Ron's hand during Charms class and hit the short Professor Flitwick between the eyebrows.A big green bag immediately bulged up there, fluttering and beating.

Given the circumstances, Harry was glad to have finally made it to the weekend.He, Ron and Hermione were going to see Hagrid on Saturday morning.But Harry was woken up early in the morning by Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he had wanted to sleep for a few more hours.

"Wha-what?" Harry said drowsily.

"Quidditch practice!" Wood said, "Get up!"

Harry squinted and looked out the window. A thin layer of mist hung over the pink and pale gold sky.The birds chirping outside were so loud that he wondered why he hadn't been woken up just now.

"Oliver," Harry complained, "it's barely dawn."

"That's right," Wood is a tall and sturdy sixth grader, his eyes flashing with enthusiasm at this moment, "This is part of our new training plan. Come on, take your broomstick and follow me. "Wood said eagerly, "Other teams haven't started training yet. We have to grab the first place this year..."

Harry yawned, shivered slightly, got up from the bed, and started looking for his team uniform.

"Good guys," Wood said, "see you on the court in a quarter of an hour."

Harry thought that as long as he survived this disaster, the weekend's troubles would be over, but the world was not just that crazy -

Several men in green robes entered the field, all holding broomsticks.

"I, Professor Si Snape, give permission for the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker."

They actually still had Snape's approval note? !Also, the Seeker being trained...is Draco Malfoy?

Seven brand new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, with seven lines of beautiful gold characters "Nimbus 200l", dazzled the eyes of the Gryffindor players in the morning sun.

This was donated to Slytherin House by Lucius Malfoy.

"The latest model, it just came out last month," Flint said nonchalantly, gently dusting off a bit of dust on the top of his broom. "I believe it is much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series. As for Old-fashioned Sweepsevens," he smiled maliciously at Fred and George, who each held a handful of Sweepsevens No. 5, "use them to sweep the floor."

The Gryffindor team members were speechless for a moment.Malfoy smiled so happily that his cold eyes turned into slits.

then……

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team has to pay to be on the team," Hermione said tartly. "They get in purely on merit."

Damn it, Harry felt that something was wrong as soon as he heard this. Judging from his 11 years of experience in being beaten, a war would definitely break out here...

Malfoy's proud face darkened. "No one asked you, you stinking little mudblood," he said harshly.