A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix came out of the makeshift tent, looked through the rudimentary pillars of the stand, and saw a few figures busy in the distance. Among them, Hagrid's figure was easily recognizable.

He walked over and saw the burly Hagrid was holding a bunch of tangled iron chains, slamming into the open space beside the Swedish short-nosed dragon with a "bang", Charlie raised his wand, and the chain raised his head, Swim to the side of the fire dragon like a snake - it was still unconscious, and from time to time two sparks were ejected from its nose - "Crack!" The chain was placed on its ankle.

"Okay," Charlie wiped his sweat, "Hagrid, you'd better back off..."

"He's sleeping soundly," said Hagrid, stroking the spikes on the blue fire dragon's head obsessively.

"Felix," Charlie came over and said hello, looking at Hagrid with some helplessness: "If it's hunting in a dream... it's not a good thing to be hit."

Felix looked around, and several conscious fire dragons roared in a low voice. There were still some staff left in the venue. After they took off their fireproof hats, many faces were familiar.

"When are you going to leave? There should be a celebration in the evening."

Charlie raised his head and thought about it seriously, "I'll stay tonight, not to celebrate... It's a task arranged by my mother. She asked me to have a chat with Ron and the others to make sure that their young minds are not wrong."

"Mrs Weasley worried?"

"Ah, how can I put it, she's already flustered enough..." He imitated his mother's anxious voice: "How can they participate in the competition? They are too young! Little Ronnie was bitten by a goblin while cleaning the garden. wow wow cry..."

The next second, his face became serious and he said solemnly: "We dare not tell her the truth, but luckily there is not much introduction in the newspaper. She rummaged through the newspaper and didn't find much useful information, but she didn't find any useful information. Less gossip - Dad is happy that her attention has been diverted, talking to her about whether Krum has been secretly changing his age...just kidding."

Felix laughed dumbly, and Mrs. Weasley's chattering, worried look already appeared in her mind.

"It seems that she doesn't know much about fire dragons."

He leaned over beside the black Hungarian wasp, and it leaned down comically and lowered its huge, hideous head. Without its arrogance on the field, even its yellow eyes became much more pleasing to the eye.

"Don't breathe at me." Felix muttered, patting the thorn on its head, "I didn't expect you to be a female dragon, so you didn't recognize that you were not protecting your own eggs before?"

The Hungarian Horntail was panting heavily, its breath rolling up the dust on the ground, and it looked at the surrounding staff in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, it looks like they not only stole your eggs, but they also cast Confusion Charm on you. It's terrifying..." He said, leaning over to the neck of the Hungarian Horntail and looking at one of the shiny black scales.

He once transferred the Ministry of Magic's nondisclosure agreement to it, and now the game is over, the effect of the contract has worn off.

"We didn't rob its child." Charlie said, from his point of view, he could only see half of Felix's body, as if it was eaten by a fire dragon, and he couldn't help smacking his lips: "Tsk! It's a great relationship."

"Going to the castle?" Felix asked before leaving.

"When it's over, I'm going to go to the owl shack first, write a letter to my family, and tell my mother everything that happened today." His face suddenly wrinkled, "probably not 'everything', at least I won't Talk about its height."

He pointed to the huge Hungarian Horntail, and the dragon gave him a dismissive glance.

Felix and the reluctant Hagrid walked back, Hagrid turned back step by step, the boat-like big feet walked slower than Felix.

"Are the fried tail snails okay?" he asked.

"It's alright, a lot of them died, and I ate too much lettuce..." Hagrid said without thinking, and immediately turned his head to look after hearing the roar of the fire dragon.

"Do they hibernate?"

"Oh, uh... hibernation?" Hagrid came back to his senses and looked at him blankly. "That's a question, I didn't think about it..." He pondered and said, "Although the human-headed lion-body manticore does not Hibernate, but fire crabs hibernate. You're right, I should have prepared earlier."

Felix nodded. He didn't care about blowing up the snails, he just wanted to divert Hagrid's attention.

Fried-tailed snails are bred from the above two magical animals. There are actually many creatures in the magic world, but few can exist stably. Most of the creatures born because of the participation of wizards are often submerged in the long river of time. , only the traces of their existence are recorded on those ancient magic codebooks.

The two separated near Hagrid's hut.

When entering the castle, the auditorium was noisy, and there were people from the four academies. They sang happily as if they were celebrating the festival. A moving image of the Medieval Wizard of Dragon Quest.

There were loud cheers from the crowd.

The six warriors were surrounded by students and looked uncomfortable. Cedric smiled shyly, and Roger Davis held a goblet with a glass of wine and spoke to Collins, who was sitting quietly. From time to time he strokes his flowing hair. Not far from them, Harry and Hermione sat at the long Gryffindor table eating food quickly--they were starving, listening to Ron at the table telling a vivid story, holding a A strawberry pie.

Felix estimated the time, and it was obviously not time for dinner. It should have been the students who robbed the Hogwarts kitchen.

The Weasley twins stand with their friend Lee Jordan. Fred kept rubbing his hands, George tried desperately to stop him, "Think about it, we're going to be the public enemy of the whole school."

Li Jordan also winked at him and gestured to Professor Hepu behind him.

Fred turned his head and grinned, "Okay." He had to give up the very tempting idea and put away the dung bomb in his hand.

Then he took out a bag of custard biscuits like magic. "How about trying this? We have a responsibility to liven up the atmosphere. Joko's fireworks are too old-fashioned."

"Want to try it, Professor?"

Felix picked up a biscuit, looked at it, and out of the biscuit flew a beautiful canary, circled the three of them twice, and quickly disappeared.

"It tastes a little weird, is it because of the addition of magic?" he asked with a smile.

The twins shrank their necks, and quickly slipped away, pulling Li Jordan, who still wanted to bite the bullet and explain. They shuttled through the crowd, laying out traps, then squeezed into Harry's group and handed them to Ron, who was gleefully describing his journey.

"Oh, thank you—" Ron took the biscuit without looking at it and took a bite: "Where did I say? Hungarian hornet breathes fire—Hermione's fire phoenix and Harry are dealing with it, very thrilling , I said to myself, something must be done, so I calmly uttered a powerful spell—"

"Are you talking about Illumination?" Fred smiled brightly, "I count, there are at least twenty people in the school who know this magic."

"That's not the same!" Ron argued. "Sitting comfortably on a cushion and chanting a spell is nothing like being under the eyelids of a fire dragon, I say—it's at least sixty feet!"

At this moment, he suddenly turned into a huge canary, sitting on the long table in Gryffindor, startling everyone.

"It's Canary Cookies..." Hermione glanced at it and said quickly.

"How do you know?" Harry asked, looking at the great canary with interest as it turned its head back and forth, making everyone laugh.

"Fred and George put up little ads in the common room," said Hermione.

After half a minute, Ron began to lose his hair, his feathers flew, and he blushed and said, "You two... watch out for my curse..."

"Oh~ it's different after facing the fire dragon. You have the courage to speak harshly... Then, can you continue to tell the story of you and the fire dragon, Mr. Warrior? We are all curious." Fred bowed, Bin asked politely.

"Of course! I don't just talk about it." Ron cheered.

Filch and his Mrs Norris were in the corner, flexing and stretching his fingers, hesitating to step forward to stop them—but there were so many of them, almost the entire school. Professor Flitwick, who was on the side, said sympathetically: "Let the students celebrate with joy, and I will remind them to clean up."

Felix paced to Snape's side, Snape's expression looked similar to the polished armor beside him, which was out of tune with the cheerful atmosphere.

"They're doing well, aren't they? There are Slytherin students here as well."

"Do you want me to write a compliment, Felix?" Snape said, tucking his arms into his black cloak.

Felix murmured something that sounded like "I hope so".

"I heard Moody turned your office upside down?"

"The power given by our headmaster," Snape said softly, looking at the 'canaries' that suddenly appeared in the auditorium with a disgusted expression, "you can't avoid it, it's better to put those shady things XZ is good...Mad-Eye Moody not only has good eyes, but also has a very smart nose."

"Oh, I will." Felix said with a big smile.