A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Okay, students, please exit in an orderly manner—"

Professor McGonagall rose to maintain order, and after a crackling noise, the little wizards filed out of the auditorium, arguing with each other.

In the professor's chair, Felix pulled up a chair for Madame Maxime, "Oh, thank you." She got up gracefully and said softly, "Don't forget that you are the trustee of Beauxbatons...you are welcome to the carriage at any time. guest."

"As you wish, ma'am," Felix said with a smile.

He watched Madame Maxime leave with the students, and the crowd automatically gave way. At this time, Hagrid came over.

"Can you take me?"

"what?"

"When you're a guest, can you...can you bring me with you?" Hai Ge asked anxiously, he watched the tall figure disappear at the entrance of the auditorium with a fascinated expression: "I mean Yes, yes, those rune horses are in some condition, I need to ask them clearly."

Felix looked at him strangely.

Hagrid immediately stroked his hair and collar, "What's the matter, what's wrong?"

"No," Felix said softly, "I'm worried about the horses." Who knows if Hagrid would actually make them 'condition' in order to make his lame excuse more real.

At this moment, an angry voice came from the door——

"Yes, that's Harry Potter. Have you seen enough?"

Felix looked for prestige and saw the scene of Moody confronting Principal Durmstrang. Moody's prosthetic eye seemed so terrifying that Karkaroff and some of the students around him turned pale.

But Karkaroff's reaction was clearly beyond the norm—a mix of anger and unforgettable fear. Felix is ​​no stranger to this kind of expression, and many people have looked at him with the same eyes, so Karkaroff will next——

"Back off?" Felix said playfully.

Sure enough, Karkaroff didn't bother much, as if hiding from the plague, he waved his hand and walked away with his students.

The students stuck behind scrambled to tiptoe, looking over the shoulders of the others as the Durmstrang delegation left.

"It's not going to be quiet this night," Felix said.

"Yeah, I guess some students choose to sign up at night..." Hagrid echoed sleepwalkingly, "By the way, do you have any good perfume recommendations?"

...

"You think Karkaroff and Professor Moody know each other?" Harry asked, following the crowd up the spiral staircase.

"That's right," said Ron with certainty. "Look at their expressions, how obvious they are. I guess the two of them probably have an old feud."

They went back to the dormitory, Dean stood guard at the door and seemed to be smirking, "Harry, I think you need to come over, there's a guest waiting for you..."

Harry walked over curiously, and Sniff Wallen sat on his bedside table, with a bunch of delicate little things in front of him - Galleons, gold necklaces, thermostat lockers, grey hourglasses...

Ron couldn't move his eyes as he looked at the golden Kanon who was stacked up.

"Merlin's beard..."

Harry seemed to have thought of something, he squatted in front of Sniff Wallen, and asked tentatively: "You want to exchange with me, is it that Muggle coin?"

Sniff nodded sharply.

Ron shuddered with laughter, "Whoops!" He held onto Neville's four-poster bed and almost ripped the curtain down: "It, it has such a good memory, it's been two months since the day the school started. Still not giving up..."

Harry hesitated for a moment, the Muggle coin was the testimony of his thousands of Apparitions, and he kept it as a souvenir, but since he had learned magic, he didn't think much of it, not to mention it was a Fenon. His uncle gave it to him.

He dug out the coin from the box and handed it to Warren, "Give it to you."

Sniff immediately took the coin, his two small black eyes lit up, and his little hands kept rubbing the angular coins. A gadget, motioning him to pick one.

"No need," Harry refused.

But Niu Niu insisted that he pick one thing, otherwise the Great Demon King would know about it, and he would not be able to talk about it to death.

"Haw!"

It patted its chest, indicating that it was here to make a deal.

Harry pondered for a long time, his fingers kept moving, unable to make up his mind. Sniffing nervously, she stared at his hand intently, and finally that hand picked up the inconspicuous hourglass, "Hu~" Sniffing was obviously relieved and relaxed.

When Niffler gathered up his treasure and nimbly disappeared from their sight, Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for Harry: "Even if you don't want Galleon, that locket is not bad, I heard Fred and George said that the little box keeps the temperature in the optimum range so you don't have to wear a cape in the winter."

Harry shook his head, "That's not bad." He fiddled with the dusty hourglass a few times and put it on the cabinet.

"Yeah," muttered Ron, "I doubt it's worth two sic, unless it's an antique..."

The next morning.

The students gathered around in a chaotic manner. At this time, a thin gold thread appeared on the floor in the center of the hall, and the Goblet of Fire was placed on the sorting stool, standing in the middle of the gold thread.

"They are too blatant." Hermione said with a shocked expression. In front of her, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were eager to try, each holding a small bottle with a light layer of transparent liquid in it.

She looked out of the crowd—Professor Hepp was standing not far away, leaning against the wall, looking at them with a half-smile crossed his chest.

"Just one drop," Fred drank the age-enhancing agent excitedly. "We're only a few months away."

"That's right, let's set an example for you," George said to Harry and Ron, drinking the potion after him.

Hermione glared at Harry and Ron immediately.

The two of them turned their heads guiltily, with a small bottle of age-enhancing agent hidden in their pockets, and Ron said hesitantly, "We've prepared your share, Hermione, do you need it..."

Hermione was furious and turned her head away from them.

Harry didn't speak, but when the time came, he hesitated instead. He couldn't help asking himself: If Fred and George were really successful, would he want to put his name in it?

The twins walked into the age limit and waved to Felix who was smiling.

"We love you, Professor," Fred said.

For a split second, Hermione thought they had made it, but then she heard a hissing sound, the twins were thrown outside the golden circle, and Lee Jordan pulled back his outgoing leg in horror.

The twins jumped up from the ground with an ooh ooh, and everyone around them burst into laughter—they had long white beards growing from their chins. Even the twins themselves couldn't help laughing.

Felix came over from the wall, looked at them carefully, and said jokingly: "I heard in the morning that Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers of Hufflepuff had been sent to the school hospital, and I thought, There must be little wizards who don't believe in evil. So I'm here to see..."

Fred and George looked at him mournfully, the beard fluttering on his chin, not to mention comical.

"I warned you," Dumbledore said in a low, amused tone, appearing in the hall. He came closer, looked at the twins' gleaming white beards, and said, "Have you found anything, Felix?"

"No one succeeded. A second-year wizard threw a ball of paper inside and was spit out by the Goblet of Fire..."

It may be that the demonstration effect of the Weasley twins is too obvious. After the morning episode, there are no younger wizards who are trying to cross the age limit.

The students at Hogwarts watched eagerly as the four other schools of prep warriors lined up to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire, the blue-and-white flames licking their fingers, burning violently, turning red and splashing. Starting point Mars.

"Where are our people?" a little wizard asked eagerly.

"coming!"

Another little wizard said excitedly, Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Foley, and Angelina came together, followed by the selected students.

One by one, they tossed the notes into the Goblet of Fire, their faces full of anticipation.