A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 426: Twins’ Revelation

The next morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall and noticed Cedric and his companions also dining. They exchanged glances and tacitly chose seats opposite them.

"Um... hi, there," Harry said, and Cedric set down his fork, offering them a smile.

Harry found himself at a loss for words, especially in front of this person who had danced at least seven times with Cho at the Yule Ball, denying Harry any chance.

He mumbled something unclear, and Cedric looked at him with confusion.

"I, uh... I mean, Ron has something to say to Collins."

This time, Ron stumbled. "What—me? Oh, right..." He glared at Harry, while Collins lowered his utensils, a stern gaze shifting between Harry and Ron.

Ron looked at Collins, his face reddening. Collins's bushy eyebrows and brown short hair made him seem particularly severe. Ron remembered his awkwardness in front of Fleur, muttering, "Thanks..."

"Can't find the words?" Collins asked.

"I mean... thank you for the hint during the dance, about the golden egg. Even though I couldn't quite hear it, I felt it necessary, uh, necessary to say thanks..." Ron gasped for air, with Harry chiming in, "Yeah, exactly."

Even after Collins left, Ron's ears stayed red.

"Aren't you allergic to Lavender?" Harry asked, trying to quell Hermione's laughter, steering the conversation to a serious tone.

"I don't know... My brain goes blank when she looks at me with those dark eyes," Ron lamented. "First Lavender, then Collins. Is something wrong with me?"

"Yeah, and it's only unclear when facing those pretty girls," Hermione quipped.

Harry felt Ron had embarrassed himself and subtly shifted his plate—Ron nearly spilled his pumpkin pasty filling into Harry's plate. He whispered about last night's events in Professor Trelawney's office to them.

Having woken up, his memories returned, and Harry emphasized the peculiar magic book.

"That book sounds like it should stay in the restricted section..." Ron commented, dumping the rest of his pasty onto his plate.

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"No, the professor said he got inspiration from a Dementor. Frankly, I find the professor's research area eerie," Harry shared his thoughts.

"Any deep study might seem strange to others," Hermione remarked matter-of-factly.

Harry pondered seriously, yet his imagination about the professors' lives outside class was limited. He envisioned Professor Vector enjoying operas and afternoon tea, enchanting the teacups and teapots, maybe cracking a joke or two (much like the enchanted servants he'd seen in movies). Professor McGonagall likely spent all her free time managing school affairs. Snape, in his idle moments, might dissect flobberworms, and Professor Trelawney probably started her day by consulting a crystal ball to decide her attire...

Professor Lupin possibly had card games with Valen? As for Moody, Harry might have imagined him oiling his wooden leg in the past, akin to Harry maintaining his crossbow, but now, Harry only felt sympathy—perhaps for the past few months, whenever Moody returned to his office, Bartemius Crouch Jr. sneakily delved into his memories.

Deceiving Dumbledore meant Bartemius Crouch Jr.'s disguise skills were exceptionally adept, likely skilled in Occlumency.

At this moment, the trio from Uagadou passed by, chattering away. Harry caught a familiar word and thought it was a trick of his mind until he and Ron glanced and saw Lee Jordan waving at the Uagadou trio. The Weasley twins surreptitiously handed a stack of parchment to the one named "Branzigo," shaved bald on both sides, with a striking pointed top.

Harry remembered him vividly as the one who transformed into an eagle, engaging in a thrilling struggle during the first task.

"How did they become friends?" Ron marveled.

"Looks like Lee Jordan played the mediator," Harry observed as Jordan gestured, his distinctive voice carrying over, "Trust me, it's absolutely reliable."

"I hope Fred and George aren't playing pranks on Uagadou folks; if it causes an international dispute, they'll be in trouble..." Hermione worried.

"Fred and George know what they're doing, probably just promoting their new products or something... I guess?" Ron's tone also wavered in uncertainty.

Soon, Fred and George departed, while Lee Jordan continued chatting with the Uagadou trio. Harry, Ron, and Hermione hastily stood up, intercepting the twins in the entrance hall.

"Oh, hello, didn't see you there," Fred said, surprised.

"What were you doing just now?" Ron asked bluntly.

"Nothing much, just getting to know Lee's new friends," George replied evasively, nodding towards the direction of the Great Hall.

"I saw that," Ron persisted. "You handed them something, not a prank product, but a stack of parchment. It might contain important information..."

Fred and George exchanged glances. "If we spilled some secret and Hogwarts loses the match..." Ron deliberately made it sound grave, watching his two brothers' expressions turn serious.

"You're quite vigilant. Seems like becoming champions boosted your confidence," Fred remarked.

"But our little brother has a point this time," Fred stroked his chin, contemplating.

"Maybe he stumbled onto something," George added.

Ron's face was turning as red as his hair. Harry intervened, "So, what did you guys figure out?"

Fred and George glanced at each other. "Listen, it's simple. Lee Jordan and the Uagadou students became friends, you know, his appearance gives him an edge..." Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Fred continued, "The Uagadou magical school is different in many aspects. They're adept at Transfiguration, Alchemy, Astronomy, and Gesture-based spells..."

"They're into various alchemical novelties. The principles aren't difficult, but their approach is intriguing. Like different types of amulets... as Dumbledore said, it's about communication," George shrugged.

"They approached us a couple of days ago, just before Christmas, wanting to learn about the Black Lake... It's not really a secret; I bet there are at least a hundred books in the library mentioning it. Of course, it takes time to find them," Fred explained.

George blinked, "Unless they're dim enough not to ask Professor Sinistra. She's quite prominent, stronger than the rope in front of the restricted section."

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