The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"This is……?"

"The same situation as Mr. Lockhart," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "his muscles were exhausted, his magic power was exhausted, and his spirit was exhausted, and he was also deprived of a lot of life - of course, 'life' is a metaphor. ——I don’t know if there is such a thing.”

"That is to say...if he cannot complete his studies before the exam, then he will have to miss the NEWT exam?"

"How long has it been and you still want him to take the exam?" Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but scolded, "Let's see if he can wake up first!"

"But...his dream...is to become No. 1 at Hogwarts this year..."

Ricardo's eyes were lowered, making people look down on the color of his pupils, but he exuded a terrifying aura, as if a monster was awakening in his body.

He remembered this child. After the speech, the child ran up to him and told him seriously that he wanted to be No. 1 in the Hogwarts NEWT exam.

There is actually no No. 1 in this kind of exam, but if you get perfect scores in all subjects, the Ministry of Magic in the British Isles will notify you.

Therefore, his goal is to get perfect scores in all subjects.

"Oh, you actually have such a great dream," he remembered joking at the time, "But I've seen your scores in every final exam... and you haven't gotten a perfect score."

"So I need more help from you, professor," the student said with a smile. "Everyone has slacked off in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, including me... I have to work hard to learn better in this half semester."

"Why did it reach this point?" Ricardo asked softly.

"I'm a Hufflepuff and a Muggle. My dual identity made me feel a little bit of ostracism at Hogwarts - I'd say it felt like nothing, just because the people inside the school were friendly enough, and the people outside the school were not. ...It’s okay not to say it,” the boy said, “but I want to prove that a person’s achievements are not determined by his birth, nor does it change because of his environment.”

"We are Hufflepuffs. The reason why we seem inferior is just because our college is kind and tolerant of every child who expects magic when a person is not brave enough, smart enough, or ambitious enough. This is not the reason why we should be pitied. . I want to give my Muggle identity a voice and my House."

At that moment, Ricardo seemed to see him and his former self reunited, with the dazzling colors of the sun.

"It will be difficult," Ricardo laughed, "but good luck to you, Honorus Terra."

For the first time in his life, Ricardo remembered the name of his student during their first meeting.

This kid was serious. Every time after class, he could see Honorus quickly taking out books and asking questions. His few books that had poor sales were also turned over and over by Honorus to study.

And now...

Ricardo finally raised his head and looked at the boy sleeping on the hospital bed, his nails deeply embedded in his flesh.

It is not his obligation as a professor to handle cases, but it is always his duty to protect students.

Even if the enemy opposite was Voldemort, he would not be afraid.

……

According to others, this boy was suddenly discovered by Harry Potter and his friends in a corner.

"listen!"

While wandering around the castle, Harry suddenly spoke urgently, causing Ron and Hermione to freeze and stare at him.

"This way," he shouted, breaking into a run, up the stairs and into the hall.He ran at full speed up the marble stairs to the second floor, Ron and Hermione stumbling behind.

"Harry, what are we doing-"

"Hush! It's killing people!" he shouted, and ignoring the confused expressions on Ron and Hermione's faces, he climbed the stairs in three steps, listening to the sound of his heavy footsteps. .seven

Harry galloped around the third floor, and Ron and Hermione followed pantingly. The three of them kept running, and finally turned a corner and came to the last empty corridor.

"Harry, what's going on?" Ron said, wiping the sweat from his face. "I can't hear anything..."

Valley</span>Hermione suddenly gasped and pointed down the corridor.

"Look!"

Something was shining on the wall in front of them.They approached slowly, squinting to make out in the dark.Between the two windows, on the wall a foot above the ground, some writing was scribbled, shimmering in the light of the burning torches.

The chamber of secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

And the person who fell under the writing was the unconscious seventh grader.

After asking the whole story, Ricardo was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"Why did you suddenly start running, Mr. Potter?" he asked, "This is not a question, the point is - was it because you heard some strange noise?"

"Oh, yes! That's it!" Harry thought for a moment, "I heard a voice whispering about killing and biting, so I followed him."

"Is this like this?" Ricardo touched his chin, thinking that the crime scene... seemed to be not far from a certain place.

He thought of the huge pupils that almost made him lose control last year.

"Oh, by the way," Ricardo asked again, "Do you know the language of any animals, such as snakes?"

"Oh, yes," Harry replied, "I once had a conversation with a giant python from Brazil. Well, isn't that normal?"

"In my eyes, it's normal. Magic exists in this world. What's so incredible about it?" Ricardo nodded in anticipation, pointing to his side with his right hand, "But in most eyes, this is an abnormal situation - —For example, these partners of yours.”

Harry turned around and saw Hermione and Ron with complicated expressions on their faces.

"You're a Parseltongue! Why didn't you tell us?"

"What's wrong with me?" Harry asked.

"You're a Parselmouth!" said Ron. "You can talk to snakes!"

"I bet a lot of people here can do that."

"Oh, no, they can't," said Ron. "This is not an ordinary thing. Harry, this is terrible."

"What's wrong?"

"Yes, it's bad," Hermione replied in a soft voice, "because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's most famous skill. That's why the emblem of Slytherin House is a python. s reason."

Harry couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

"Well," Ricardo said suddenly, "Just keep it in your heart and don't say it out loud. By the way, I promise, I won't tell anyone that you are a Parseltongue."

"Then, you go to class first. I have to think about how to solve this matter."

……

By Monday morning, word spread throughout the school that Honorus had been attacked and now lay dying in the hospital.

The air suddenly became heavy with rumors and suspicion, and the first-year students were now moving in groups towards the castle, as if to prevent them from being attacked if they acted alone.