A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

It's a new week, and it's the last week of October, and professors are all speeding up their schedules to make time for the upcoming competition.

Moody's class was still full of shocks. "I can smell cowards," he said in class. At that time, he was planning to take turns to cast the Imperius Curse on the students. Moody looked at the students gloomily with his intact eye, and said in a low voice: "You will find that the more you run away, the more danger will come to you... Yes. , it's always especially fond of those cowards."

The little wizards shivered as he raised his wand.

Only Harry in the entire grade showed resistance to the Imperius Curse, "You have Auror potential! Potter, show them what you are capable of!" Moody roared, and he continued to cast Harry on Harry. The Imperius four times, until Harry was completely free from the effects of the Imperius before turning his attention to the next person.

At the end of the class, Ron and Neville helped each other out of the classroom. The treatment of the two was similar. Under Moody's control, Ron danced a passionate dance while Neville performed a series of very amazing gymnastics. .

"Who does he think he is, that paranoid..." said Ron indignantly, rubbing his thigh.

As they passed a group of second-year wizards, the wizards stared straight at Hermione, and they talked openly about Hermione's horrific performance in the clearing last weekend.

"That flaming phoenix... burned my hair..."

The expression on Hermione's face was both happy and embarrassed, "Don't they have anything else to do?" Even when she was doing homework in the library, she did not escape all kinds of hot eyes. When rejecting the third group of students asking for autographs, the little wizard snorted in dissatisfaction, "What are you proud of."

Hermione said incredulously, "Am I proud?"

"You look like you've been cast on a happiness charm," said Ron jealously, "beautiful and smiling."

"It's terrifying..." Hermione was stunned, sighed for a while, and said to Harry very seriously: "I admire you a little, Harry."

"What did you say?" Harry asked confused.

"I'm just... a little emotional," Hermione said. "Think about it, I've only gained a little fame recently, and I'm feeling high, but you've been in those eyes for three years without showing any strangeness."

Harry stammered, "That's because I don't think there's anything good about fame... well, I'll be honest, sometimes it feels good."

"And when it's misunderstood?" Hermione asked with a deep look at him. In the past few days, she has realized the disadvantages of sudden fame. Only when she becomes the focus of the crowd can she know what it is like.

She suddenly remembered that when they were in their second year, Harry was suspected by many of his classmates as the heir of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets because of his Parseltonian accent. They all avoided Harry and talked in secret.

"Not with you," Harry said.

Ron shrugged. "What weird topic are you talking about, let's go, let's go to Fred and George, I saw them go to the owl shack, maybe the ageing agent has arrived."

Harry was about to go see Hedwig, and Hermione thought it was better to get some air, so they packed up and left the library.

As they passed the edge of the forbidden forest, they saw two goblins coming out of the forest. Carrying a wild boar on their shoulders, they were walking towards Ilvermorny's station. When they saw Harry and the others, the two goblins whispered in strange languages.

"Guess what they said?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, maybe just curious." Harry said, looking in the direction of the Quidditch pitch. Standing in his position, he could only see the roof of a tall building, with four animal statues standing on the four corners of the eaves, and facing them was a fluttering thunderbird, which looked a little bit. Like Ravenclaw's bronze eagle.

"Did you say there will be Thunderbirds in this year's Tournament event?" Ron asked curiously.

"Thunderbirds are not easy to deal with. They are the darlings of the storm, and they don't count as magical abilities. The fact that they can fly alone puts the warriors in the dust." Hermione said not optimistically.

The Owl Shack is a round stone room that stands high. As they endured the "whistling" draft and the smell of owl droppings in the tower and climbed the stairs, they just happened to hear the twins' footsteps going downstairs.

"He can't hide from us forever, that's not a small sum!"

"Yeah, I don't know if sending the letter will work or not. Maybe we should put the letter directly into his hands. He will definitely come, won't he..." Turning a corner, George stopped talking and looked at him in surprise. Leigh, Ron and Hermione.

"Why are you here?" Fred asked, staring.

Ron didn't answer, he stared at the twins, "Who's hiding from you?"

"I hope you stupid brother can avoid us." Fred said unhappily.

Ron wanted to ask again, but Fred and George hugged him from side to side, "Didn't you want the age-enhancing agent, it arrived yesterday, and I'll bring it to you when I go back." then left.

"They definitely have something to hide from the family." Ron said affirmatively, looking at their backs. "But it looks like someone else owes them money." He quickly put the matter behind him and said hopefully, "I wonder how the age-enhancing agent tastes? I hope it's better than the compound decoction. point……"

Hermione said coldly, "You haven't given up on that plan, have you?"

"Yeah, are you going to sue us, Hermione?" Ron said with a grin, "How much to try... I heard from Professor McGonagall that the warriors don't have to take the year-end exams, which means that no matter how much you mess with your homework, Don't worry about getting a low score...it's been a stable year for a whole year!"

Hermione looked at him angrily, "So you want to be a warrior just to not do your homework?"

"And of course a big bonus."

When they returned to the common room, Ron lay on the table and groaned: "Too much homework this year, Professor McGonagall left the Hedgehog Deformation paper, Trelawney asked us to predict the horoscope for next month, Sneeze Pop forced us to study the antidote, and he even hinted that he was going to poison us! Professor Binns has always had a lot of homework, goblin rebellion... Who cares what happened hundreds of years ago? And Professor Flitwick, who came here for the Curse prepared three reference books, and even Hagrid suggested that we observe the blow-tail snails every other day, did you hear that, he actually asked us to observe the thing that made the butt burn, and he sounded like he was talking about a group of Obedient dog..."

"Think about it, as long as you become a warrior, you can get rid of all this." He raised his head and said with a look of longing.

Neither Hermione nor Harry paid any attention to him, and he'd be fine for a while anyway. Hermione took out a booklet and muttered, and Harry held a two-way mirror and made a parent-child phone call with Sirius.

"I'm fine...the scar doesn't hurt anymore, maybe it's psychological...well, three more schools are coming, wish you could see...hi Kreacher, what? Uh, sure, the locket Goes well with your bald head...Happy Halloween in advance..."

Sirius' irritable voice came from the mirror: "Damn, Felix didn't let me use the fireplace in his office! There is no one like him who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge!"

In the evening, Neville brought back news that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's men were coming.

...

The delegations from the two schools arrived on the same day, as if they had made an appointment, less than an hour apart.

With the experience of meeting Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hogwarts seemed to be at ease from top to bottom, and even Filch's eyes were not so bulging, maybe because there was no little wizard to repeat the low-level mistake.

The weather had turned cooler at the end of October, and after twenty minutes of waiting on the steps outside the foyer, the Beauxbatons delegation finally flew towards them in a huge powder-blue carriage. The carriage was the size of a house, and it was carried through the air by twelve silver-maned horses with wings.

The students raised their heads in exclamations. With a sour bang, the carriage crashed to the ground, "Cool! Hard landing!" Seamus said, until Madame Maxime stepped out of the carriage and stepped on the golden steps to the front of the crowd. He gasped. in one breath.

"My God, she's so tall!"

Dumbledore and the professors took the lead in applauding, after which Dumbledore kissed the back of Madame Maxime's hand, and after a little greeting - "Is Karkaroff not here yet?" Madame Maxime asked.

"He was a little later than expected," said Dumbledore, smiling.

Maxim snorted and muttered softly. The professors standing in front and the students nearby heard clearly that she was saying "pretend."

"Would you like to wait here to meet him, or would you like to go ahead and warm up?" Dumbledore asked as if he hadn't heard it.

"I'll go and warm up first," she said, bowing slightly. "My horses are very temperamental—they need a lot of strength to look after them, and they drink only single malt whisky."

"Rest assured, our Conservation of Magical Creatures professor will take good care of him," Dumbledore said.

Madame Maxime smiled gracefully and nodded to the professors. When she saw Felix, her smile became much more sincere, and then she said solemnly to the students of Beauxbatons: "Come in with me."

The Hogwarts students made way and watched as she led a dozen or three students down the steps into the castle, and there was a lot of discussion behind. The Beauxbatons were dressed in delicate blue silk uniforms, with a few extra slender girls having their heads wrapped.

Dumbledore turned his head and said softly, "Felix..."

"Leave it to me." Felix said, he looked at the carriage, his eyes were covered with a layer of silver-white light, and the group of horses the size of elephants stared at fiery red eyes, suddenly motionless. After a while, they all lifted their horseshoes the size of a dish and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

"By the way, there is also single malt whisky." Dumbledore said, he raised his hand and drew a note from the thin air, which was floating and stuck on the head of the silver-maned horse in the lead.

The note was blown upside down by the wind and made a hunting sound, which looked very strange. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and her expression gradually became severe.

"Ah~ it's kind of boring to wait," Dumbledore said. "Felix, does your 'future world' company have any new products? I read from the newspaper that you recently signed a contract with the Weird Sisters... …”

"It was for the magic gramophone, and they'd be pouring the first records together. I suggested that Remus make the product as small as possible, preferably to cast a magic image. But there are a few small issues that I desperately need. Some valuable advice."

The two discussed, and the bored professors and students on the side raised their ears to listen. Later, the professors also participated, and the time passed little by little.

After another half an hour, even the students in cloaks couldn't hold it anymore, shivering in the cold wind.

"How long are we going to wait?"

Draco Malfoy said dissatisfiedly, he quietly drew his wand, chanted a Bloat Charm at a beetle on the ground, and kicked the rat-sized beetle away. After a while, a scream came from not far away.

He grinned and suddenly stared at the black lake in the distance, where a whirlpool appeared.

At this moment, Lee Jordan shouted, "Look at that lake!"

Draco made a "cut" and narrowed his eyes to observe carefully. A huge splash of water rose in the middle of the originally calm black lake, like a boiling cauldron, and then a huge mast rose from the whirlpool.

It was a very strange-looking ship, like the wreck of a sunken ship that had been soaked in the seabed for hundreds of years, and was finally salvaged one day. When the boat was docked on the shore, a row of people wearing thick fur cloaks came out, only the man in the lead was wearing a special silver-white fur.

With a raised goatee, he is tall and thin, with thin cheeks, sunken eye sockets, protruding cheekbones, and a little drooping eyebrows, giving him a deep feeling.

"Dumbledore!" the man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear old man?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

He led the crowd into the auditorium, where the house-elves in the kitchen had prepared a sumptuous dinner.

This dinner gathered four schools, and when he heard that Vagadu's people still didn't know which deep mountain they were spinning in, Durmstrang's principal Karkaroff immediately hummed in dissatisfaction.

"They really know how to show off! Let everyone wait for them! You know that Krum had a cold before he left, and I told him, you have to hold on, the days you will not be used to are still long..."

"They'll be there before Halloween at the latest," Dumbledore said gently. "If your student is unwell, Professor Karkaroff, Hogwarts Hospital can help, and Madam Pomfrey is very professional."

...

At night, the dark blue night sky sprinkled with stars is shrouded in dark clouds, and the moon is also covered by thick clouds. A bright flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, thunder roared, and icy rain fell in a patter.

In the ancient Rune office, Felix wore a woolen cape and watched a movie with Sniff Wallen on the sofa. Sniffing stared at the projected picture intently, seeing the wonderful places, even Felix quietly took away the Golden Galleon from his hand.

After watching the movie, Sniff climbed into her cradle and lay down comfortably on the velvet.

"Good night."

"Haw!"

At the same time, a few mountains away, a group of figures stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the majestic Hogwarts Castle.

"Come on! This little storm is nothing, we'll be there before dawn."

said a high-pitched voice. He suddenly jumped off the top of the mountain, flapping and turning into a tall bird, its turquoise wings swept across the steep rock wall, constantly circling in the valley.

"Whoohoo!"

Another figure rolled over and turned into a vigorous leopard. A few take-offs and landings, running a distance of hundreds of feet.

Immediately afterwards, the long trunk was raised high, and the African elephant with broad ears and silver-white tusks walked nimbly down the dark brown steep slope, and the sharp stone ground seemed flat to it.

"The little guys are very energetic. It seems that the effect of the experience is very obvious." An old and decaying voice sounded, and the thin witch sat on the flying carpet, grinning and laughing.