The happiness of HP

Mid-July is the hottest time in the UK, and the scorching sun makes people more willing to stay at home rather than go out to hang out. The weather has become hotter and hotter in recent years.As a result, there were not many people on the streets of London. A very serious-looking woman walked through the street. Her black hair was tied up in a high bun, but she was wearing a bright green gown and a black Scottish tartan shirt.She was walking under the scorching sun like this, but the people walking around her didn't feel how inappropriate her outfit was.She walked slowly down a dirty street with a few dilapidated buildings, a bar, and a messy painted wall, then entered a dilapidated red phone booth on the street, dialed the number 7, and then , an indifferent female voice sounded in the air, it was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing beside her——

"Hello, welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and what you are here to do."

"Minerva McGonagall." The strict woman reported her name. Yes, she is the current headmaster of Hogwarts. "I have an appointment with Mrs. Zabini, Minister of Magic."

"Thank you," said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

A square object slid out of the metal chute that normally ejects coins.She picked it up: a square silver badge that read: MINERVA McGonagall, Guest of the Minister.She pinned the badge to the breast of her emerald green robe, and the woman's voice sounded again.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The floor of the phone booth trembled, and Professor McGonagall sank slowly into the ground.She watched silently as the sidewalk rose higher and higher outside the glass window of the phone booth, until at last it was dark above her head.I couldn't see anything except the monotonous, harsh grinding of the phone booth as it sank into the ground.After about a minute, a thin golden light hit her feet, and then the golden light gradually widened and expanded to her body, and finally hit her face directly. Professor McGonagall had to close his eyes to avoid eye discomfort.No matter how many times she came to the Ministry of Magic, she was not used to it.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.The door of the phone booth slammed open, and McGonagall looked at the Ministry of Magic, which had been repaired after the war.

It was a long, resplendent hall with a polished dark wooden floor.The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.This is the first time she has been here in 10 years since the end of the war.I remember the last time I came here was 10 years ago, to defend Severus.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain.A group of pure gold statues, larger than real people, stood in a circular pool of water.The tallest of them all was a dignified wizard, with his wand raised high, pointing directly at the sky.Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.The centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the house-elf's ears.There were ding dong ding dong, splashing water, popping and popping apparition figures, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards.They strode toward the set of golden doors at the far end of the hall.

Going further inside is another statue, which was erected by the Ministry of Magic 5 years after the war to commemorate the war that almost destroyed the magic world.Professor McGonagall walked under the statue and looked at the white sculpture - her student - Harry Potter.He looked at the statue, the boy still in his Hogwarts robes, holding the Elder Wand, pointing straight ahead.The face was ecstasy after victory, but Professor McGonagall had never seen such an expression on the boy's real face in his memory, most of the time he was only tired.After the war, when he stood by the bedside of St. Mungo Severus, he never had such an expression-I don't know what this victory sculpture is based on.Seeing many bouquets and small gifts under the sculpture, she just stood quietly for a while, and then she found the security check desk.

"Professor, hello." A security inspector in a blue robe greeted her.

"Hello, Mr. Piemi." Looking at the student who just graduated from Hufflepuff College for one year, he said in a normal tone.

"Minister Zabini's wife came to me early in the morning and told me that if you come, you don't need to be checked. She even passed the double-sided mirror with me just now." Piemi said.

"I'll go in, then. It's a real pleasure to see you here," said Professor McGonagall. "Goodbye, Mr. Piemi."

"Goodbye, Professor."

Professor McGonagall walked into the elevator. The staff member on the elevator was a Gryffindor. He immediately greeted her with a smile, and then immediately pressed the button on the bottom floor. This is the highly respected Hogwarts headmaster. She came to find the minister. Ma'am must have something urgent.Send it down directly, don't pick up other people on the way, it can't be wrong.After the elevator arrived, Professor McGonagall thanked the child.Then I walked towards the minister's office. Apart from the minister's office, there was only the logistics department on this floor, so it was very convenient to find.

Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the door was already opened.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, please come in. Min has been waiting for you for a long time. Min, this is Professor McGonagall." It was Mr. Zabini, Blaise Zabini, who opened the door.He let Professor McGonagall in immediately.

"Hello, Mr. Zabini." Mag was not surprised to see this man.I heard that he was Hermione's first advisor.

"Professor, hello." Hermione was sitting behind the desk, signing, "Bull, you can pour the professor a drink first, and I will finish this instruction first."

"Okay. Then, Professor McGonagall, please sit down first." Blaise smiled and let the professor of transfiguration sit on the sofa. Among the students who graduated from Hogwarts in their generation, compared to Gryffindor The previous Slytherin headmaster hated him deeply, and the Slytherins don't have much hatred for the current Hogwarts headmaster, "Coffee, honey or tea?"

"Tea," said Professor McGonagall.

Almost as soon as she left, two cups of fragrant tea appeared on the table.

Hermione quickly finished her work and came over from behind the desk.Blaise stood up: "Then, honey, I'm going home first, and I'll come pick you up in the evening."

"Okay, let's go, little Anse should be waking up now, I don't worry if he wakes up and sees the house-elf." Hermione smiled and said.

Then, Blaise kissed Hermione lightly on the cheek before stepping into the fireplace and flooing back to Zabini Manor.

"Professor..." Hermione smiled and sat where her husband was sitting just now when she saw her husband's figure disappear into the fireplace, looking at her former mentor opposite.

"Hermione, I've been reading about you in the newspapers all these years. It seems that you are doing well?" Professor McGonagall said.

"It's true to say that if you take away the bad things about the Ministry of Magic." Hermione smiled.

"Mr. Zabini looks good." Professor McGonagall tentatively.

"He brought me lunch, and just received some difficult matters, so you will see him after discussing with him." Hermione showed a happy smile.

"Well, I'm glad to see you living happily. I heard from Charlie that Ron and Lavender have been arguing recently." Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall sighed.

"I heard that Charlie took the Protection of Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts the year before last. How is he now?" Hermione asked.

"It's not bad. The children like Charlie's courses. However, he is going back to Romania this year. So I found Wilmina, and she has confirmed to teach." Professor McGonagall laughed.

"Well, Kingsley became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts after retiring from the position of Minister. How is he teaching?" Hermione asked about the news of the former Minister of Magic.

"The students like his class very much. He is now the dean of Gryffindor College." Professor McGonagall told the truth.

"How is Luna?" Hermione asked her comrades in arms. "You know, I've been very busy recently."

"Professor Transfiguration is very good. However, what I want to talk about today is Potions." Professor McGonagall knew that this matter was a bit tricky to talk about.

"What's the matter? Professor Sgrahorn?" Hermione asked, frowning.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a while before saying, "He has resigned."

"Leave? Professor..." Hermione was stunned for a while.

"It's the end of July now. If I still can't find a suitable candidate, next year Hogwarts will face a shortage of professors for the first time in a thousand years." Professor McGonagall was a little frustrated, "You must know something, the current Hogwarts Apart from Horace, there is no Slytherin in Professor Gewartz's team. I need someone who can be the head of Slytherin and teach Potions at the same time."

"Professor, don't Slytherins have no students?"

"Yes. Hermione, you don't know everything. In fact, it is the cornerstone of Hogwarts that requires Slytherin houses to function properly. Even a single student in any house can activate the magic circle on the cornerstone. If there is In colleges with no students, the magic circle is provided by a professor who graduated from Slytherin, or a headmaster recognized by the cornerstone. Therefore, Horace’s magic power has been aging very quickly in the past few years, so I don’t even have the courage to keep him. "Professor McGonagall said with difficulty, "Of course, this is something only the headmaster and vice-headmaster of Hogwarts know."

"So, what do you mean?" Hermione could probably guess the purpose of Professor McGonagall's visit.

"I need a Potions professor. This professor must be from Slytherin. The Hogwarts professor admission standard is 3 O's in the NETs exam, and has a certification above the expert level of the subject. If you know such a person, introduce Come on, if not, let Severus out." Professor McGonagall said bluntly, "That's the way to solve the problem."

"Didn't you get the cornerstone's approval?" Hermione asked unexpectedly.

"The headmaster of Hogwarts is tenured for life. Although I have been recognized by the Ministry of Magic and the board of directors, the cornerstone has already recognized Severus, and he is not dead." Professor McGonagall sighed. The portraits of Sly, Felius, Pomona, and Albus have been discussed. Severus has been in Azkaban for more than ten years. Kingsley also told me that for such prisoners, every minister There is a special parole order, as long as one-third of the Wizengamot seats agree. Although the last condition is a bit tricky, Albus and Kingsley said they will try their best to work it out."

"If it's normal, I can't give you an answer with certainty. After all, you know, Kingsley is not very popular with those old men... Oh, in fact, if you didn't take the initiative to ask for an interview yesterday, I will look for it tomorrow Yours." Hermione showed a smile familiar to Professor McGonagall, this confident "perfect" lady.

"What's wrong?" Professor McGonagall asked.

With a wave of Hermione's hand, a roll of parchment flew into her hand. After she spread it out, she handed it to Professor McGonagall: "It was mailed in the morning. I think, for the sake of Britain not losing face, many of them People will agree to my special parole order. After all, there are only five potions masters alive in the whole of England. I was discussing this with Blaise just now."

Professor McGonagall immediately opened the parchment, which read: The Potions Association Ambucia Trading Conference is scheduled to be held in Hogsmeade on December 12 this year, for a period of 25 days...