Harry never expected that he would hear the name of the company "Future World" many times in the next two days.
On the morning of the third day, he, Ron and Hermione hurried to the Magic Club. Because there was only one week left, every member of the club felt a sense of urgency. Even Harry and Ron, who had been restrained before, had the patience to not go on the last trip to Hogsmeade this semester.
Of course, this was also related to some real concerns pointed out by Hermione. "This kind of opportunity is not easy to find-if you don't meet the professor's expectations, not only will the professor send a letter to your family, but even whether you will have a chance in the next school year will be questioned. You don't want to see Malfoy's smug look, do you?"
Harry had to admit that Hermione's last sentence touched him, and so did Ron.
"Look at his arrogance, he even completely forgot about Buckbeak!" Ron was indignant about this.
Yesterday, when Draco Malfoy was leaving the classroom, he showed off his progress in study to them. Ron chose to fight back with the news of winning the Buckbeak case. As a result, Malfoy didn't remember the name at all and said sarcastically, "Is this a doll you made yourself, little Ronnie?"
Several Slytherin students laughed. Because of George's mistake, everyone in the club knew what Ron's nickname was.
...
They came to the base of the Rune Club. Hermione used her fingers to outline a rune in the air and stuck it on the door. The door opened silently. When the three walked into the room, the door behind them closed automatically.
Professor Happ was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Neville. Hermione, who had sharp eyes, saw Neville handing the professor an invitation with gold and red patterns interwoven.
"I got it, Neville." The professor said.
Neville smiled shyly at Harry and the others, put his fingers into the stone basin next to him, and the whole person was sucked in. Harry began to imagine the scene when he fell from the air and a Professor Happ suddenly appeared.
Harry and Ron entered the space in the stone basin one after another. Hermione stayed until the end. She looked at Felix and obviously had something to say.
"Please take a seat, Granger."
Hermione sat next to him. "Can I talk to you, Professor?"
"Of course, you have already walked their path ahead of time. I designed this teaching process based on your learning progress." Felix said with a smile. He leaned forward and let his palm brush across the stone basin, and his fingertips sprinkled with star-like light. "Okay, no one will hear our conversation."
Hermione pulled out the time converter hidden in her clothes and said hesitantly: "Professor, do you think I should hand it in?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I violated the agreement with Professor McGonagall and used it for things other than studying. She trusts me so much. If she knew--" Hermione said sadly.
"Miss Granger," Felix said in a more serious tone, "Do you think that only I and you know about this? Maybe your two good friends should be included?"
Hermione's eyes widened: "Professor, you mean, there are other people who know, know--" Her hands and feet became cold. On the day of the Battle of the Corridor Bridge, she violated at least hundreds of laws set by the Ministry of Magic.
"Let's do a simple review of our actions that day: we did cheat time, or more accurately, we just completed a piece of history."
Felix said calmly: "In order to wait for the scene you mentioned, even if they encountered crises several times, I never showed up, and I was always watching from the side. The closest time was less than a foot away from Harry... It was not until your experience became everyone's experience that I started to guide Harry, and he successfully cast a powerful patronus, and then what happened afterwards happened."
Hermione nodded. The professor told him so, and she agreed very much.
Felix continued, "But there is a flaw here - I suddenly appeared in front of everyone. For those who know that you have a time-turner, it is easy to deduce a lot of things from this tiny detail, such as Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall..."
"What about the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione held her breath.
"The Aurors should not know such a confidential matter, at least they can't associate it with you, but Fudge... I don't know if his head filled with power desire can think of it, but he can't verify it." Felix spread his hands and said. Hermione
quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm not trying to scare you, but to tell you the problem you ignored before. So, if Professor McGonagall pretends not to know, you don't have to tell everything, which will make you all embarrassed... But I suggest you give up some elective courses. You have been very tired this year."
Hermione bit her lip, her expression was very tangled, she calculated in her mind, she had given up divination, as long as she gave up one more course, she could have a normal schedule, and she already had the answer in her mind.
She had chosen Muggle Studies because she thought it would be fascinating to see ordinary people from the perspective of the magic world. But after a year, apart from the novelty, she realized that in terms of some common sense, the professor of this course did not know more than she did. The views in the textbook were also quite old-fashioned and pedantic, and she did not gain as much as Professor Hepburn's book.
"Professor, I've made up my mind. I will return the time-turner to Professor McGonagall."
Later today, she will have a suitable opportunity - at Professor Lupin's farewell party.
...
When the day's study was over, Harry heard Percy and Penelope whispering as they walked out of the classroom.
"Penelope, what do you think?"
Penelope said hesitantly, "I want to do something meaningful. The future world you mentioned is just a newly established company, maybe just a small store?"
"Its advertisement is very tempting, isn't it?"
"Maybe it's just bragging..."
"No, look at its salary, fifty Galleons a month, which is much higher than the members of the Ministry of Magic. I can't even get this money -"
"I don't choose a job for money!" Penelope said angrily.
"I know, I know, but this also means that this company is very sincere and in need of people," Percy tried his best to persuade his girlfriend: "Don't rush to make a decision, Penelope. When the holiday comes, I'll go with you to have a look, it's in Diagon Alley..."
In the evening, Harry came to Professor Lupin's office.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office moved to the third floor. Harry always suspected that the fight between Professor Lupin and Snape destroyed the original room. On the day of the duel, he saw a flash of the confrontation between the two in Professor Heppe's eyes.
But Professor Lupin and Professor Heppe didn't admit it, and he really didn't have the courage to ask Snape - the result was predictable, he would be deducted 50 points, plus a week of confinement.
Lupin's office door was open. He had packed most of his things. Grindylow's empty water tank stood next to his battered trunk, which was open and almost full.
"I saw you coming," Lupin said with a smile, pointing to a piece of parchment on the table. Harry leaned over and realized that it was the Marauder's Map. The map had gone around and around and returned to its maker.
Lupin said, "Professor Happ gave it back to me a few days ago. He has cracked the secret on it, and Sirius and I agree that it should belong to you."
"Give it to me?" Harry said in surprise.
"You are as restless as James. I dare say that you, Ron and Hermione will find a place for this map. James will be very disappointed if his son never finds any secret passages in the castle."
"But the secret passage has been blocked..."
"It's just the secret passage leading to Hogsmeade," Lupin added, "There are far more secret passages in the castle."
Harry picked up the map with a smile and looked at it carefully for a while. He couldn't find Professor Hepp's name. He grinned. The professor really cracked the secret of the Marauder's Map.
He stuffed the map into his pocket and saw a newspaper with a corner folded next to it. The recruitment information on that page caught his attention. He read it carefully -
'The future world welcomes you to join!
Recruitment is open to the whole society, regardless of background, all based on ability. Anyone who is superior to ordinary people in any three fields of ancient magic, alchemy, spells, transformation, magic theory, and Muggle research can write a letter to apply for the position. Once selected, the treatment will be excellent and you will receive a monthly salary of 50 Galleons immediately.
Our company is committed to practical research on magic, creating a better life for all wizards.
Join the future world, join the future. We look forward to hearing from you.
In addition: Since our company will be involved in the improvement and transformation of a large number of Muggle items, those with relevant life experience will be given priority.
Harry put down the newspaper and said hesitantly: "Professor Lupin, are you planning to..."
"Ah, you said this," Lupin tied up his old box and raised his head and said: "After leaving Hogwarts, I don't know what to do for the time being, and I happened to see the information above... I thought that if I can succeed in the application, even if I am kicked out after only working for a few months, it will be a considerable income."
Harry felt sad for Professor Lupin, not a sudden strong emotion, but like an undercurrent under the calm water, with an irreversible, faint sadness, stabbing his heart one by one.
Professor Lupin has been carrying the identity of a werewolf all his life, hiding from place to place, and staying in one place for less than half a year. Moreover, after leaving Hogwarts, he will also lose the stable source of wolfsbane potion.
"You will succeed!" Harry encouraged him loudly.
Lupin was surprised for a second or two, then smiled: "Don't worry about me, Harry." But he didn't give a reason, perhaps because there was no reason to give. He put the box in the corner, straightened his robes, and said, "Let's go."