Professor of LVSS is so cute

2013.11.30

The headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"...I'm so sorry, dear Teddy," said the headmaster of Hogwarts, who was sitting on the high-backed chair with his fingers crossed on the desk, frowning at the man standing in front of him, with his feet unconsciously rubbing against the carpet. Boy, "You have betrayed the trust of me and Andromeda. I thought that you would really do what you said when you got the prefect badge this summer - give your classmates a good start and be a good prefect ..."

Tears of stubbornness and aggrieved welled up in the boy's green eyes.He bit his lips hard, and his trembling hair seemed to feel the master's sadness and drooped down.

"I know you can't help but hit them because they touched your heart, but before beating someone, have you ever thought about the prefect badge on your chest, have you thought about Professor McGonagall? Trust in you?" Mr. Principal, who also has a pair of emerald eyes, called his godson over and rubbed his messy hair like his own, "Teddy, you are too sensitive to the word werewolf. Just now when you came over I've asked those kids before, they didn't mean to target you, you can't just because they're Slytherins—"

"They did it on purpose! Harry!" The boy's hair turned fiery red, "Don't listen to their sophistry, I'm sure they meant to tell me what they said! They know My dad was a werewolf and they—”

"Why did they do this? Why did they deliberately provoke you?" Mr. Principal was still tepid.

"...Because, because...because..." The boy was like a punctured ball, and his whole body went limp.

There was a smile in Mr. Principal's green eyes, "Why? Can't you say it?"

The boy pursed his lips and muttered uncomfortably.

His voice was not much louder than a mosquito, but he was still heard by the principal and the portraits on the wall behind him.Everyone laughed, and the color of the boy's hair suddenly became colorful.

"Stolen someone's girlfriend, no wonder they want to find a way to get revenge," Mr. Principal couldn't help laughing, "Yes, it's also a skill to be able to win love from those cunning little snakes. Come and take a look at the house, I believe both Andromeda and Ginny will welcome her very much."

"...Don't, please don't," the boy's face became more and more embarrassed, he said a little bit expectantly, "I, we're not good enough to meet our parents yet."

Mr. Principal couldn't help laughing at the way his godson stammered.

"Since you're not good enough to see your parents, cough cough," Mr. Principal clenched his fists and coughed lightly, "then I won't get to the bottom of it. You can say that you are all wrong about what happened today, no Do you mind if I play [-] boards each, and each will deduct [-] points?"

"Fifty points?!" The boy widened his green eyes.

"Why? It's not enough, so I'll add more?" Mr. Principal seemed not to understand the reason for his godson's surprise, with a negotiable tone.

"No, it's enough! It's enough!" The earthy-faced green-eyed boy reflexively shook his head vigorously, for fear that his vicious godfather would buckle him harder - then he would really be ashamed to enter the lounge.

"Fifty points is really not much, as long as you work harder, you can make up for it soon," Mr. Principal said with a smile, "I heard from your dean, Professor Longbottom, that this year's Academy Cup is definitely a goal. , you must not hold back your legs and pull points."

The boy whose knees hurt so badly looked at his godfather in despair, and was about to say something when a green flame burst out from the fireplace next to him, and a young brown-haired witch shook the ashes from her robe and strode away. come out.

"Hey, Hermione, why do you have time to come and see me today?" Mr. Principal happily waved at the witch.

The brunette witch who works in the Department of Legal Enforcement was about to speak when she saw a boy with green eyes standing in the middle of the office, "Oh, Teddy, it's so nice to see you here!" She nodded to her friend, furiously walked up to the frustrated boy and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

Mr. Principal played with his fingers happily, watching this warm scene with a smile on his face.

The brunette witch with an elite look all over her body hugged the boy intimately for a while, and asked, "What are your plans for Christmas this year? Would you like to visit our house? Rose and Hugo have always been thinking about you .”

The boy blushed from being kissed, "No, no need," he refused stumblingly, "I want to live with Harry."

The brunette witch raised her eyebrows, and was about to persuade him to change his mind when she was interrupted by her friend.

"Okay, I promise I will bring Ginny and the children to your house this Christmas, and you don't need to pester my poor godson. Teddy, you go to class, don't let Professor Flitwick Wait."

"Yes, sir!" The boy replied loudly, and almost ran out of the principal's office as if fleeing.

"I only invited Teddy. What do you mean by bringing the whole family?" The brown-haired witch unceremoniously made things difficult for her friend. With a wave of her magic wand, a high-backed chair was transformed into a chair in front of her friend. down.

The principal smiled kindly, "If you don't like it, we don't have to go. Anyway, we have other plans for this year. Tell me, what's the matter with me today?"

The expression on Hermione's face suddenly became serious.

"The Plett family in Yorkshire were murdered by a terrible drug - the Ministry staff tried many methods but failed to find out the source and formula of the poison. I came here this time to..." A brown-haired man The brunette witch with curly hair meticulously tied behind her head with a hairnet subconsciously glanced at a certain blank picture frame behind her friend.

Mr. Principal was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to follow her gaze, and a wry smile slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"I can't help you with this matter, you know... He hasn't appeared since he hung up."

The look on Hermione's face was both disappointing and expected.

"...I just came here to try my luck," she sighed, "It's been more than ten years, do you still want to stick to it?"

Mr. Principal glanced at the blank picture frame behind him, smiled and said, "I didn't do anything." He tidied up the somewhat messy desk and read more than half of the latest monthly potion magazine, "Let's go, I'll take you Go find our new Potions master, he might be able to help—I've had trouble getting him over here." He stood up, and with just a wave, the cloak flew off the coat rack. come over.

Hermione looked at him curiously, "The new potions master? Who is it?"

"An...an old friend who has a deep relationship with us." Mr. Principal laughed, with rare cunning in his green eyes.

Hermione cooperated and said, "Then I really have to see it, the Potions professor who can catch your eye must be good, but I don't dare to expect that person to surpass the previous Hogwarts headmaster - that's the real one." No.1."

"One has become a portrait, but the other is still trying to climb. It will be a matter of time before we really surpass that." Mr. Principal has a different view on this, "Besides, the one I want to invite you to see, but you said I believe that the No.1 favorite student of the former, even if he really surpasses the former, the former will also feel proud."

The brown-haired witch who was going down the spiral staircase staggered and almost fell down the stairs.

"Protected student?!" she screamed, "Draco Malfoy?"

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"...I really didn't expect that one day I would be able to stay in the same room with Draco Malfoy calmly. If I let Ron know, his jaw would drop in shock." Coming out of the potions office, the brunette witch said The voice was visibly weak.

"Calm? Why do I see swords being drawn?" Mr. Principal jokingly glanced at his friend.

"Hey! Harry Potter!" The brown-haired witch waved her fist at her friend in displeasure, "I didn't expect you to be able to hire him to Hogwarts, he is not short of money!"

"He is not short of money," Mr. Principal shrugged, not paying attention to his friend's threats of violence. "But it's boring enough at home. Besides me, who else has the guts to take him in."

Hermione was silent for a moment, "I think he has adapted well here, which is not bad."

Mr. Principal smiled slightly, "Yes, it is very good."

"Harry, now that the matter is settled, I'll go back first - I couldn't agree more with you, Malfoy is indeed very talented in potions."

The principal smiled again.

The two were on their way back to the principal's office.The students who met along the way either nodded their heads or looked at them curiously, or whispered, 'that lady is the principal's best friend in school days, and they fought against Voldemort together'.The students didn't feel nervous or scared when they mentioned that name, as if it was really just an ordinary name that couldn't be more ordinary.On the contrary, Hermione subconsciously tensed up when she heard it.

Realizing that she had lost her composure, she tucked a strand of curly hair that had escaped from the hairnet behind her ears, and said with joy and emotion, "It seems that those shadows of the past will really end in our generation—this It's really a good thing." She murmured, looking forward with some distance in her eyes.

Her good friend, the former savior of the wizarding world, and the current headmaster of Hogwarts was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a warm arc.