A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 595: The Secret of Classroom Seven - (1)

For the next few days, "The Quibbler" sold out completely.

The most eye-catching headline of the first issue was - 'How to Startle the Professors?' On the back was another article, 'Classroom Seven: The Treasure We Overlooked.'

Just a day later, an article titled 'Students' Sanctuary - Classroom Seven' became the new hot topic. Mafalda 'successfully' interviewed a few memories and - oddly enough - they were all eager to cause trouble for themselves. They reminisced about their preparations for exams during school days and revealed some secrets.

For instance, it came to light that during the Sorting Hat ceremony, an awkward moment occurred between the heads of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Professor McGonagall made the Sorting Hat hesitate for five and a half minutes, wavering between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor before finally placing her in Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat faced a similar dilemma with Professor Flitwick, though it didn't take as long. Nonetheless, it did contemplate before making the opposite decision, sorting the young Flitwick into Ravenclaw.

"How intriguing! If the Sorting Hat had hesitated a bit more, we'd have had two heads of houses swapping places," Padma Patil of Ravenclaw exclaimed.

"The Sorting Hat doesn't have hands," her twin sister, Pavarti Patil of Gryffindor, reminded her.

"Are we expecting a new head of house?" Luna glanced around.

"They're just joking," Ginny said.

The professors were taken aback. Initially turning a blind eye to the students' actions, letting them disturb the memories in Classroom Seven under the guise of study time, but after this revelation, the professors became more cautious.

They sought out their memories, gave stern warnings - absolute confidentiality about their own little secrets was a must.

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One evening, Felix spotted Dumbledore sneaking into Classroom Seven on the Marauder's Map. He smirked, folded the map, and started playing the latest version of wizard cards with Valen. It was a set of cards created by the Chocolate Frog Card Dueling Club, founded by a Ravenclaw student, something Professor Flitwick proudly displayed during tea time.

Felix remembered this incident vividly.

It was April 15th, not long before the Weasley twins caused a stir.

"Harrumph! (Stop cheating!)" Valen grumbled, holding a card.

Felix slammed a card onto the table, "Doppelganger! When this card is in play, all my attacks count as double."

"Harrumph!!" Valen widened his eyes, unbelievingly staring at the pattern on the card.

"How is that even possible?" Felix asserted, "You've seen me do this before." Valen looked like he wanted to throw the little snake at Felix's face.

"Harrumph!"

"Fine," he regretfully withdrew the makeshift card, "I'll suggest they add this card next time... it's your turn."

Valen nervously blinked, revealing his hand: Felix stared at the 'Niffler's Cloak,' 'Niffler's Wand,' 'Niffler's Treasure,' 'Niffler's Money Jar,' and the most weighty one - 'Niffler's Trump Card: Summoning the Great Demon,' for a moment.

He scoffed, "You, as an investor, really have it easy."

...

After dinner, Harry, Ron, and Hermione arrived at Classroom Seven. The corridor leading to the door was bustling with people. The three squeezed through the crowd and found Angelina talking quietly with Alicia near the entrance.

Harry suddenly realized, both of them were in their seventh year, and with Fred and George leaving next year, the team would lose four members in one go!

"Harry!"

Angelina waved at him, "Here -" She grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him in without waiting for his reaction. She then rummaged through her bag, asking, "Where's Ron?"

"Right here!" Ron panted, pushing through. Hermione followed with her bag.

"Great, look here. This is a tactic I've just come up with. Our opponents will be torn between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. According to the current rankings, we still have the advantage, but we mustn't be complacent -"

Before Harry could respond, the door of Classroom Seven opened.

"Just like that, go back and study it well; we'll use it in our next training." Angelina quickly said and rushed into Classroom Seven with Alicia.

"I want to see -" Ron muttered as they all squeezed in.

They had been here several times in their fourth year, leaving behind many haunting memories. Even though Classroom Seven was open to students in their fifth year, they rarely came, although some adventure-loving students treated it as a second common room.

"The weather's still strange," Ron grumbled. Harry agreed. Unlike the twilight outside, the faint sunlight that shone on them was warm, and the soft soil underfoot seemed to glow.

They were on a winding path, reminiscent of Diagon Alley but with fewer cobblestones. Some wooden signs stood along the path, each pointing towards different directions. They could only see a part of it, as deeper sections seemed obscured by mist.

Straining his eyes to see further, Harry noticed what seemed like small houses in the mist, guessing it might be Mr. Scamander's Magical Creatures Reserve, Professor Sprout's Wild Greenhouse, and other buildings.

"Do you think at the end of this road, we'll find Professor McGonagall?" Ron pointed at the nearest sign that read 'Transfiguration.' "Possibly," Harry said, intrigued, running to the other side with Hermione to inspect a crooked sign.

"This must be written by Hagrid himself," Hermione asserted confidently.

Harry looked at the bold handwriting on the wooden board; two letters were misspelled. He chuckled, "Who else could it be?"

At that moment, students arriving before and after them swiftly disappeared down the diverging paths.

"We better hurry and pick one," Hermione urged.

"How about Transfiguration?" Harry suggested, "I still need practice with cross-species transfiguration."

"The class where we turned owls into small telescopes?" Ron whispered, "You did pretty well! When I looked through the telescope, they blinked at me. Seamus swears he feels something staring at him..."

"That's because you didn't see them shrinking when they got ticklish," Harry said darkly.

So, they retraced their steps to take the 'Transfiguration' path. Harry was now certain this was designed by Professor McGonagall. Plants on both sides of the path were neatly manicured; bushes trimmed precisely, as if measured with a ruler.

Unpleasant memories of Privet Drive came to Harry's mind; he shared this thought with Ron and Hermione - the former laughed endlessly while the latter just hmphed. Soon, they reached the end of the path.

Harry looked around.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"Before us," Harry extended his arms, looking a bit foolish, "some people took this path but they're not here." As he said that, three doors appeared in front of them.

"They must be waiting here," Ron said, and the three of them picked a door each and entered.

Behind the doors were empty classrooms, devoid of any person.

Harry circled the room, eventually

coming back to where he started, only to find the door had vanished, leaving him dumbfounded. Clearing his throat, he asked loudly, "Is anyone there?" while holding his wand, cautious of summoning a bunch of fire dragons with just a call.

Suddenly, something mirroring a mirror in the air appeared, with golden ripples on its surface. Harry saw a blurry figure on the other side, as if someone was there! Then, a red envelope was tossed out.

"Wait!" Harry exclaimed, "I see you."

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