The next day, Hogsmeade, the Three Broomsticks pub.
"...There has been some trouble at the dragon farm in Romania recently, and a Hungarian Horntail was stolen."
On a long table in the bar, several professors from Hogwarts were gathering together to spend their rare weekend time.
Professor Aurora Sinister, who teaches astronomy, held up the "Daily Prophet" just released today and shared today's news with everyone.
The little Professor Flitwick sat on a large pile of comfortable cushions, holding up a wooden cup with his dwarf-like hands, which was filled with sherry soda, and the ice cubes were shaking slightly.
"And a little more snail, honey."
Flitwick said to the shop owner, Ms. Romestad.
Mag frowned slightly and said in a very doubtful tone:
"A fire dragon, such a dangerous magical creature, can be stolen. How do they do their job?"
"So what's happened now?" Professor Pomona Sprout asked uneasily as she took a sip of the cider in her glass.
She is a fat witch who teaches herbology and is the dean of Hufflepuff College. She is very kind and is deeply loved by the young wizards.
Sinistra shook his head, "This is today's news. It only says that if magical citizens find any relevant clues, please report it to the local magic department immediately."
After hearing this, several professors looked at each other and saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes.
Hungarian Horntail - Even among fire dragons, it is famous for its ferocity. It is a dangerous creature at level 5x. If you encounter it in the wild, the best way for most wizards to report it is after they are burned to ashes. , writing on the ground with ashes.
However, such a ferocious creature was stolen from the dragon farm without anyone noticing!
Who is that person? Why did he steal the fire dragon? How did he steal the fire dragon?
If this dragon is unfortunately exposed to Muggles and even causes damage and casualties - it will be a very serious and disastrous magical accident.
While the professors were discussing the theft of the fire dragon...
The door of the bar was suddenly pushed open, and a figure walked in.
The person who came was wearing a slim-fitting camel trench coat, with slightly curly brown hair, light blue eyes, and a very handsome appearance.
"Oh, Aaron, here, here."
Professor Flitwick greeted him excitedly.
Aaron glanced into the bar, then raised his legs and walked towards the table where the professors were sitting.
As soon as he sat down, Ms. Rosmerta came over and greeted warmly:
"Would you like a drink? Honey."
"I recommend the mead here, Aaron, it tastes very good." Professor Sprout suggested from the side.
"Thanks for the recommendation."
Aaron smiled and ordered a shot of tequila with a few slices of lemon.
When Professor McGonagall saw Aaron, her originally unsightly expression immediately softened: even with a stern character like McGonagall, her mood couldn't help but feel better when she saw her favorite protégé.
Originally, she was the one who invited Aaron to attend this weekend professor gathering.
As an unwritten habit, the professors at Hogwarts gather together every weekend to talk about the latest news in the wizarding world, discuss some magical problems they have encountered, and talk about the problems they encountered in class. headache for students.
It is worth mentioning that the Weasley twins have always ranked first on the list of mentions.
Of course, Gilderoy Lockhart was not on Professor McGonagall's invitation list. Because in just one week, he surpassed the Weasley twins and topped the list of professors' "Afraid to Avoid" list.
Several professors present also expressed their heartfelt welcome to Aaron's arrival. Originally, it had only been three years since Aaron graduated, not to mention that he was one of the top honors students at that time. He was extremely accomplished in magic and was deeply loved by his professors.
Aaron responded to the professors' enthusiasm one by one, and Professor Flitwick grinned:
"Aaron, back then you were always tinkering with those dangerous potion experiments, which made Professor Snape so angry... Now you have finally succeeded!"
Aaron smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
"How did you prepare those potions?" Professor Sprout said in a tone of curiosity and excitement:
"It's so amazing, the wine of craftsmanship, I haven't even heard of it!"
Mag also pretended to be displeased and said: "Caster, I have to settle a score with you - because of the homework you assigned, several students deserted my Transfiguration class, including Miss Granger. !”
The other professors nodded, indicating that what you did was not very honest.
"My fault, my fault..."
Aaron touched his nose awkwardly, which reminded him of the past when he had to make up for math homework in Chinese class and catch up on sleep in math class...
Seeing Aaron's appearance, Mag suddenly laughed:
"I'm just kidding, Aaron, you did a great job, I'm proud of you."
Aaron cast a surprised look, and so did the other professors—Professor McGonagall didn't seem like a joker.
"Anyway, you've been quite the limelight this week."
Sinitski said with a smile.
"Yeah, being in the limelight, isn't that what our Mr. Custer is most passionate about?"
A deep male voice came from outside, and Aaron knew who was coming without even turning his head.
Severus Snape walked into the tavern.
"Professor Snape?" McGonagall cast a surprised look - you know, Snape rarely attended their gatherings.
"It's really a lively day today. You're here to join us too, Snape."
Flitwick said happily.
"You must be here to share your experiences in teaching Potions class with Aaron, right? After all, you two share this class," Professor Sprout said.
"Yeah, let's share our experiences..."
Snape turned around, his eyes filled with gloom:
"Mr. Custer... no, he should be called a professor. He is undoubtedly broad-minded and willing to put in so much effort to enlighten students. This is what I should learn from."
"No, Professor, you are too humble."
Aaron pretended not to understand Snape's weirdness and greeted him: "Bring Professor Snape a drink, Ms. Rosmerta...how about butterbeer?"
Snape glared at him before sitting down:
"A glass of gin, thank you."
In order to alleviate the embarrassment in the scene, Professor Flitwick picked up the newspaper. On the front page was a photo of a huge green dragon with its teeth and claws--
He hurriedly turned through a few pages and saw an interesting piece of news:
"There have been many Muggle suicides in the West End of London recently, and the Ministry of Magic is considering whether to launch an investigation."
"oh?"
Aaron got interested and Muggles committed suicide. How could this be related to wizards?
He asked Flitwick for the newspaper and took a look at it, then he noticed the reason, which was the frequency——
The frequency of suicides is so high that it's a bit unusual.
"It should be the Muggle Prime Minister who has applied to the Ministry of Magic or something. This frequency is indeed very abnormal."
Sprout glanced at it and said casually as if guessing.
