A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At eight o'clock that night, there was a row of little wizards standing in the ancient Rune's office.

Felix leaned against the table, rubbing his chin with one hand, "Um..." He looked at these mischievous people.

There are quite a few acquaintances.

There are a total of nine little wizards, and there are four redheads, Ron, twins, and Ginny.

The other five are Luna, Graham Monty, Marcus Flint, Eddie Camilleche, Stebbins.

"Not one of the four academies will fall," Felix said.

"Let me think, Fred, George, Graham, Marcus, you four, court fight;"

"Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to feed small animals;"

"Eddie Camille Che, peddling illegal drugs;"

"Stebbins," Felix gave him a surprised look: "There are hundreds of love letters to the same girl;"

"Of course, and Ron Weasley, misbehaving, shoving the professor."

Felix walked up to them, and each of them was a talent.

"Professor, they did it first," Fred said.

"You peeped at our team's training!" said Graham Monty, a Slytherin Chaser in the same year as the twins.

"Aren't you the same? Don't tell me Warrington is here for a walk!"

Some of the other little wizards watched the fun, while others bowed their heads and said nothing. The youngest two girls, Luna fiddled with her Butterbeer cork necklace with her fingers, staring at the quarrel, while Ginny lowered her head and remained silent.

"Quiet," Felix said, "arguing won't change the fact that you're standing in front of me."

"I came to you today to do some testing work. I need you to dig out the possible problems as much as possible."

He glanced at everyone, "I think it's at least a lot more fun than transcribing data and dealing with weeds."

Felix moved his fingers, and nine pieces of parchment flew to the little wizard behind him.

Fred looked at the parchment in his hand, which was exquisitely crafted and had a magical shimmer on its surface. Except for a circle of patterns branded around it, the center position is blank.

"Oh, by the way, you need some makeshift tables and chairs." Felix pulled out his wand and deformed the various gadgets on the table into small tables and chairs.

Nine little wizards sat on the chairs at the suggestion of the professor. Marcus Flint was the largest and looked like a troll sitting on the ground. Felix had to raise the table and chairs for him. .

Several people looked at blank parchment.

"Professor, what do we need to do?"

Felix said: "The parchment in front of you is my new teaching aid, and all you have to do is answer the questions on it. Of course, before you can use the teaching aid, you need to activate it. The method is: use the wand against the parchment. say the words 'I like ancient rune'."

The little wizard in the chair looked at Professor Hepp, who was chatting, with a dull expression.

The twins looked at each other, winking to express something.

Ron raised his hand: "Professor Hepp, I haven't studied Ancient Rune...and Ginny and her friends."

Felix said mildly: "It doesn't matter. You are still in the beta version. There are not many questions about ancient runes. Many of them are common sense in the magic world."

Then, he looked at everyone, "You will find that all the questions are multiple-choice questions, you just need to use the wand to point on the answer you think is correct, and it will give you feedback."

"It's going to be a lot of fun, let's go, little wizards."

Among the little wizards present, Luna had the least psychological burden. She happily took out her wand and tapped it on the parchment, "I like ancient runes."

Under the watchful eyes of several little wizards around, the parchment shone brightly, and then a line of text appeared in the blank space.

"Welcome to the answering space."

After a few seconds, the writing disappeared and the first question appeared.

‘Do you prefer leaves or thorns? ’

Luna happily clicked on the 'leaves' option.

‘Do you prefer exploration, protection or service? ’

Luna's wand is on the 'Explore' option.

‘Do you prefer thinking, touching or feeling? ’

Luna thought for a few seconds and chose the option of 'feeling'.

The other little wizards suddenly realized that it didn't seem difficult~ They couldn't wait to start trying.

There was an interlude in the middle of this, when Fred tapped his wand on the parchment and subconsciously said, "I solemnly swear—"

But he was immediately slapped by George.

"—Oh, uh, I like ancient runes." Fred came back.

Ron on the other side looked at him, a little unclear. So, do you like ancient runes so much? Still swear?

But anyway, everyone started answering questions.

Soon they found that the above questions were not fixed, some were very simple - or asked about your feelings, or some magical common sense; but some were difficult and involved knowledge of various disciplines.

Also, the feedback given by the parchment is different for different types of questions.

For example, Ron was faced with a question, 'How do you deal with a basilisk? ’

He confidently chose the option of 'defeat it' and showed it to Ginny, only to find a few blood-red characters on the parchment—

"Your ending is embarrassing. If there is a next time, run faster."

Luna, who came over to watch the fun, let out a series of owl-like laughter, she was out of breath, and Ginny patted her on the back to comfort her.

Ron looked a little unhappy.

Most of the knowledge questions that Marcus Flint faced were about ancient runes. The previous questions were relatively simple. Every time the feedback from Parchment to him was "You're amazing", "You're next." The Rune Expert", "The Incredible Victory".

Then he got seven questions wrong in a row, and the parchment's evaluation of him went all the way down to "a little bad", "did you really study?", "what's across from me, troll?"

His face darkened visibly.

But the next question is about the history of magic, 'When was the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act signed into effect? ’

Marcus struggled for a long time and chose the first answer, '1637', nothing else, it was pure Mongolia.

Several exaggerated figures appeared on the parchment, and it was several people beating up a big man who looked like a troll.

At the same time, there was an explanation, "The Secrecy Act was signed into effect in 1689. If you don't want to be regarded as a troll, remember it for me!" ’

Marcus pouted, who has nothing to remember.

Eddie Camilleche answers questions that are pretty much all about the consequences of reselling illicit drugs.

‘In 1927, the dark wizard Campos re-sold inferior Buffy brain-refreshing potions, what happened later? ’

He looked at the options, 'I was beaten to death by another dark wizard when I bought the goods', 'I was imprisoned in Azkaban and sentenced to 10 years', 'I'm fine, I made enough money to retire'.

Eddie Camille Che chose the last option with anticipation.

Black and red writing appeared suddenly on the parchment, and it looked as if it had been written in dried blood.

'Campos was attacked by his collaborators while stocking up and was captured by the Ministry of Magic Aurors and sentenced to ten years in prison. ’

Eddie swallowed, but before it was over, the next line read, "Cambos died after only seven years in Azkaban."

Other little wizards will more or less encounter these kinds of questions related to their confinement, and many people are sweating profusely after answering them.

Behind the desk, Felix leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the delicate scroll in his hand, and smiled happily.