A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Facing the fifth and seventh graders, Professor Haipu has another face.

He waved his wand and handed the students a copy of the test paper from their last class.

Felix stood on the stage and did not speak, but a low pressure had already enveloped the little wizards.

They were both seventh graders and had three years of "classmates" with the professor, especially when they first started when Felix was in fifth grade.

What did he do in fifth grade?

Well, it was just an invitation to a duel from a certain Shafiq family, so these students all witnessed someone's most brutal side as soon as they entered school, leaving a serious psychological shadow.

In the eyes of the young, innocent first-year freshman, is that an invitation to a duel? That's the death notice! Or the kind sent by the whole family.

Felix played with his wand, seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, and finally said, "This is your test result in the last class. To be honest, I am a little disappointed, quite disappointed..."

"Marcus!"

Marcus Flint stood up tremblingly. "Teach . beside him.

Also pure blood, his father also asked the senior to take care of him, but as soon as school started, he encountered a big thunder.

He still can't forget the high-spirited senior who was paralyzed on the ground.

Felix walked in front of him and patted him on the shoulder, "The grades are a bit poor, and you will perform well in the future. I'm optimistic about you."

"Yes... Professor."

What else can Marcus say, go back and play fortune-telling!

Felix was very satisfied with the attitude of this Slytherin. After all, it was his own academy, so it was still very powerful.

"We started the class. Today's content is a bit too much. I will talk about it quickly. After you go back, you will finish these three sets of papers."

"After all, your NEWTs exam is this year..."

...

Saturday, Gryffindor Common Room.

Percy looked exhausted. He had just finished his twelve-inch paper on the history of magic, "The History of the Crucible and Its Revolution," but he still had six subject assignments waiting for him—he had too many courses to choose from.

Damn, if it goes on like this, there won't even be a date!

Hermione came out of the girls' dormitory holding a tome book, and saw that Harry and Ron were sitting around a table, and there were seven or eight little wizards beside them, who seemed to be looking at something interesting.

She walked over and the Weasley twins were there, in fact, with their wands directing the dance of the two magic golems.

She recognized the two puppets, which happened to be the two that Professor Hepp showed in the open class.

Accompanied by silent music (that is, no music), a half-foot-tall man and woman huddle together, dancing gracefully and briskly across the table—this is their dance floor.

Lee Jordan is explaining the "plot": "In this way, the hot man and the ice girl fell in love, and this young man and woman became the envy of everyone. But the good times did not last long, and their ideas had a serious conflict. So let's just fight!"

Fred and George also cooperated with his explanation. Fred waved his wand first, and the ice girl kicked the fire man in the face.

"Oh! The ice girl took the lead and kicked the former lover two feet with one foot. Did the former oath of mountain alliance dissipate like this?" Lee Jordan cried out in grief.

Not to be outdone, George shook his wand one after another, and the Fire Man jumped up abruptly, punching the Ice Girl's stomach with a punch, then kicked her far away.

"Finally, Huo Nan is no longer worried, love is not as good as the battle of ideas! He had to make a move, he moved, he moved, he finally made a move! Beautiful!"

A little witch onlookers "bah".

Hermione was stunned from the side, you really know how to play, and the plot.

After a few more minutes, Huo Nan used a wave of quick punches to gain an advantage, and flew out with a kick, but suddenly fell down in mid-air.

Then, the ice girl also stood still.

"No power no power!" said Dean Thomas, who grew up in the Muggle world.

Fred and George grabbed the puppets and ran to the corner, and began to re-engrave the ancient rune.

"Professor Haipu is really bad. You can only move for half an hour after adding a rune." Many little wizards denounced a certain professor.

The crowd dispersed, and the three of Hermione found a new seat to sit down.

Hermione glanced at the twins in the distance, "Can they already do this?"

"It's nothing, a lot of wizards spend a lot of time on it," Ron explained. "Fred said, Cedric of Hufflepuff, often gets up in the middle of the night to practice secretly, just before Halloween. He won the first prize in the exam and won the mystery prize."

"There are still many witches who hold magic puppets all day without letting go."

Hermione nodded. You can indeed see the scene of the little wizard holding a magic puppet everywhere this week, "But, isn't this Fred's magic puppet?"

Ron said casually, "He borrowed it from Angelina, to recreate that classic battle in the Great Hall. But if I say they were close, I mean, they just finished their first runes, And they need to master four sets, like collecting chocolate frog cards, and put all the skills together to form a set..."

"Harry, you didn't practice today?"

Harry grimaced, "Training is in the afternoon." Although it's only been two weeks, he can't take it anymore.

Ron suddenly laughed "chichi", he looked at Harry and Hermione, and whispered: "It is said that Wood has been struggling with how to write his ancient rune homework, thanks to Professor Torhip, ha Lee can spend a relaxing day."

"The homework is difficult?" Hermione guessed.

"No," Ron smirked, "but this professor's sixth-grade assignment was not a translation, but a thousand-word essay called "My Summer Vacation Life."

Hermione felt a sense of familiarity.

This style seems to have been common in her elementary school years...

Professor Heppe was also Muggle-born, and he really had a lot of life experience, Hermione thought.

The three were chatting when Percy suddenly stood up, quickly packed up, and left without looking back with his schoolbag on his back.

It's time for a date!

Looking at Percy's back, Harry thought, "He looks a little irritable."

Ron shrugged, "Percy has taken too many courses. He has passed 12 OWLs exams, and he wants to take 12 more courses this year, but Professor McGonagall persuaded him to withdraw some of them."

The two were a little emotional, and then looked at Hermione in unison, is this what Hermione will look like in the future?

Hermione ignored the two and sat aside to read.

Harry looked at the "Ancient Rune History Test" in Hermione's hand and couldn't help asking her, "Didn't you pass the test, why are you still reading this book?"

Hermione turned a page, "Professor Hepp left a bunch of comments on my thesis, all of which I want to pay attention to, and I found the ancient rune to be quite interesting."

"It's interesting..."

The two scumbags looked at each other, and every time they discussed their studies with Hermione, they felt that the stuff around their necks was a pumpkin that Hagrid had planted in the field.

So they played wizard chess for themselves.

In the afternoon, Wood took the team out of the common room. Harry wanted to ask him what to do with his ancient rune homework, but he finally closed his mouth when he thought that even the end of the world could not stop his enthusiasm for training.

On the way, I met Colin Creevey, and the sticky spirit greeted "Hello! Harry" warmly again, and Harry weakly replied "You are also good, Colin".

He had already anticipated that the next training would be accompanied by countless flashes and shutter sounds.

Inside the castle, Ron was a little bored and could only do his homework.

He stared at the blank parchment for a long time, and finally folded it into a paper plane, which hit Neville in the nose, causing him to let out a scream of pain.

In the evening, after dinner, Hermione reported to Felix's office.