A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Friday.

At the beginning of a new day, the little wizards were still enthusiastically discussing yesterday's open class. This enthusiasm was like an ocean wave, surging and surging, injecting a boost to the dull campus life.

What was the topic of their discussion the other day?

The perfectly handsome Professor Lockhart?

But now the news has been blown away, not only because Lockhart's performance in class is really disappointing - even the word "disappointment" is the result of some true love fans.

More importantly, Professor Haipu has become a new generation of idol professors, and there is a slight tendency to replace Professor Lockhart, who has the title of "public lover".

This annoys a certain Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Lockhart kept going in circles in the office, his long soft and light blond hair was a little wilted, and the dozen or so portraits hanging in the office also showed the same irritable expression.

"I have to figure out a way, yes, figure out a way... oh my god! He's such a good guy in the limelight!"

Before coming to Hogwarts, he thought that the only person qualified to compete with him for the front page of the Daily Prophet was the famous Harry Potter, and he had this mental preparation. But now he has to admit that he has met a strong competitor.

It reminded him of Rita Skeeter, the nasty woman with whom he was also fighting for the best best-selling author a few years ago, and although he lost in the end, it was because the woman cheated , she actually broke the news in the newspaper about his dark history when he was in school!

However, he is not easy to mess with, doesn't Skeeter know how bad his popularity was when he was in school?

Professor Lockhart loosened the robe that was tied tightly around his chest. It was really a passionate year! He felt his desire to fight come back.

"A tough opponent?" He stopped in front of a waiting mirror and cheered himself up, "Gidro, you are facing a battle now, and someone wants to compare you! You have to do something!"

Seeing himself in the mirror, he relaxed a little. With such a handsome face, how could he lose?

Not to mention the episode that happened in this small office, Felix's popularity index has reached a new high among the majority of the small wizard group, and everyone is looking forward to his official lecture.

"Maybe he will continue the magic puppet battle in class? You know, a lot of people didn't have their turn yesterday." Ron held the beef patty in his left hand, and stuck a potato with a fork in his right hand, and his mouth was not idle.

"Maybe, but we're only in second year, remember, Ron? We'll have to wait at least a year for his class," Harry said sensibly.

Ron's eyes widened. "Harry, you ruined my first dream of the year." He touched him with his arm. "You know what I'm thinking? I was just fantasizing about hitting Malfoy with a magic puppet. Got the shit out of it..."

Ron closed his eyes and made an imaginary expression, "Malfoy's robe was set on fire by a big fireball, he tried to hide, but it was useless, my magic puppet was too fast! He also wanted to cast a curse, but also It's useless, because the magic puppet is too small, he can't shoot at all!"

Harry ate the pie in silence, thinking that only Ron could shoot because his wand was broken in two.

Hermione, who was reading while eating breakfast, raised her head and corrected: "Ron, I have to remind you that Professor Hepp said in the open class that for the safety of the little wizards, the magic puppet released only The most basic flames are not as powerful as the flaming magic spells we cast ourselves."

Ron seemed to be suddenly choked on the beef patty, speechless, he didn't remember Professor Hepp saying it, but Hermione was always right in that regard. He murmured softly, "It's your flaming spell, neither me nor Harry, I think you forgot."

Hermione snorted.

"Aren't you reading a book and haven't finished it yet?"

"I think I told you yesterday that I have twenty books on my list!"

Ron stopped talking.

Harry was intrigued by Hermione's words, and he couldn't help but ask her, "Hermione, how much do you know about this professor? Ron and I missed the opening dinner." In the car of Mr. Weasley, the deeds spanned more than half of England.

For this, he and Ron had to hang out in Snape's basement for fear of being fired. Fortunately, they were neither expelled from the school nor deducted points from the college, and Professor McGonagall even prepared food for them.

It's just that this happened, and it was impossible to return to the dinner in a grand manner, because Ron missed the sorting ceremony of his sister Ginny.

Hermione explained quickly and fluently what she had heard from the dinner, "Professor Hepp graduated from Hogwarts Slytherin--"

"Slytherin!" Ron shouted suddenly, but Hermione gave him a hard look, and he lowered his head and nibbled at the pie.

"Yes, Slytherin. He's nine years older than us, and he's just three years out of school. But he's so well-known that the seniors in the school know him. Professor Heppe is good at ancient runes, spells, and transfiguration. Art, Muggle research, and of course duels."

"Duel?" Harry was a little stunned. In his impression, Professor Hepp was obviously not the fake Lockhart, but he also looked suave, somewhat like one of his teachers in a Muggle school.

It was difficult for him to associate Professor Hepp with the word duel.

"That's right." Hermione glanced left and right, lowered her head carefully, lowered her voice and said, "It is said that he is a Muggle born, and the mysterious man just fell when he entered school. Slytherin students are not friendly to him, but... …”

"But what?"

"But he hit them back with a spell, and the seniors in Slytherin were afraid of him because they were taught a lesson."

Harry and Ron's faces were full of fascination.

To be honest, they wanted to beat up a few Slytherins too.

However, the rumors that Hermione heard were obviously wrong. Felix was already in the fifth grade when the seventh graders entered the school. Could he teach them a lesson? Naturally someone will teach them how to behave.

In Potions class, the little wizards were still talking about yesterday's open class. Harry could clearly see that Malfoy was in the Slytherin student crowd, loudly touting that he had a "relationship" with Professor Hepp, and that he was in the classroom. Brother and Professor Haipu have an irresistible relationship.

Harry couldn't help thinking that it might be a "play out" friendship.

Ron is also exaggerating the scene where he used a magic puppet to fight in an open class. Listening to his words, it seems that the battle is not a magic puppet, but he and Harry stage a real-life PK.

"Quiet!"

Snape's voice came from behind the classroom, and the little wizards instantly silenced them. The professor walked with wind, and the black wizard robe made a "hunting" sound, coercion +10.

He looked around, his eyes fixed on Harry Potter, and his whole body tightened. But Snape averted his eyes, and this time he fixed his eyes on Ron, and sneered in his characteristic, low voice: "Ronald Weasley... yeah, it's true that there's been a lot these days. The limelight. But you should focus on improving your poor potions grades, I don't want to add another T to your final."

The Slytherin students laughed in unison.

Ron's face flushed red, the broken wand taped in his hands, eager to put a curse on Snape's face.

"And Miss Granger, put away your extra-curricular books. This is Potions, not some ancient Rune. You're still a year away from electives."

Hermione packed up the book angrily.