A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When parting, Felix gave a small gift.

"what is this?"

"A reclining chair, with some fun magic attached to it, it's very comfortable to sit on," Felix explained. "It's one of the new products of 'Future World', and I listen to Remus, oh, it's Lou who runs the company. Mr. Ping said, you once sent a letter asking about the size of this product and whether it was custom-made... I brought it along."

When he left, Madame Maxime and Fleur stared at a metal box in a daze. At this moment, the box had been opened, and a capsule-shaped gadget was spread on the red fleece inside.

"I should have asked clearly..." muttered Madame Maxime.

"You also wrote a letter to Future World?" Furong asked curiously.

"Can't you?" Madame Maxime snorted, "Didn't you also collect two little magic lamps at the light show?"

Furong stuck out her tongue, twisted up the capsule, and looked at it carefully for a long time, but she didn't have the slightest clue. She handed it to Maxim, and Madame Maxim rubbed its surface, "Huh? This magic is not stable, it seems to be a one-off."

She took out her wand and tapped it lightly, and the capsule cracked in the center with a click, and Madame Maxime threw it aside.

"boom!"

A blue-and-bronze chaise lounge stands out in the open space of the restaurant, looking at least three times larger than a normal chaise longue, a bit like a bed with backrests and armrests - at least from Fleur's point of view Look so.

But she dared not say that, and she encouraged Madame Maxime to try.

When the woman with a scary skeleton leaned her body on the reclining chair, a layer of colorless and transparent air cushion suddenly appeared on the surface of the chair, "Huh? It's so comfortable, like sitting on a cloud, 'Chair in the cloud' 'It's a really fitting name...'

Madame Maxime had an intoxicated expression on her face, which made Furong feel itchy, and wanted to sit up and try it immediately.

After a long time, she stood up from the reclining chair, and said with an unfinished expression: "There should be a lot of beneficial spells in it, they are not powerful, but together they make the person lying on it extra relaxed, as if something It's a good thing to forget all the troubles."

There were stars in Fleur's eyes, "Can I buy it? With this little thing," she pointed to the palm-sized box on the table, "You only need an owl to send it, right?"

"As you heard, the product is not yet on the market, there may be defects. I just experience it first, and then I will give advice." Madame Maxime said, "Put it in the bathroom of my private bathroom. inside."

"Yes, Madame Maxime." Fleur replied, using her wand to direct the floating lounge chair forward, her eyes flashing eagerly.

...

"You did something with Olim's present?" Hagrid's eyes widened.

"Don't say that, I'll be sad." Felix sat on the sofa in Hagrid's hut, scratching Fang's chin with one hand.

"I didn't do anything, on the contrary, we did the best we could. The problem is that the beta version doesn't always work as well as it should, especially since this lady is a different size, the chances of things going wrong are even greater. Big. The currently selected testers will come with a set of instructions with easy fixes. I just… just happened to forget to leave a copy for Madame Maxime.”

Hagrid was stunned for a while, then he buried his head to read the product manual Felix gave him, and quickly muttered: "Softening spell, cloud spell, soothing spell, placing spell, setting spell..." He quickly turned a few pages, "Maintenance manual...FAQ list..."

His eyes gradually brightened.

Felix picked up the cage with Aragog and brought it in front of Fang Fang, its nose twitched constantly, sniffing hard against the cage, and the old spider inside was huddled in the corner, waving its claws threateningly.

"Go away, you stupid dog, don't think I don't have much venom..." The old king of the eight-eyed giant spider said in a rough voice.

"You seem to be in good spirits," Felix said with a smile.

"Get used to it," said Aragog, whose black bristles had turned gray, and his claws dangled limply under the cage, and he said sadly: "Hagrid took me to the spider's lair. I went there once, there was no place for me, and we were kicked out... I expected that on this day, the eight-eyed giant spider has a bloodthirsty instinct in its body. If I die naturally, they will definitely eat me. ."

These eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest have always been king of Aragog, and Aragog was raised by Hagrid. It can be said that they are far more docile than wild eight-eyed giant spiders, just like Thestrals. , can barely be called a domesticated creature. But the eight-eyed spiders have nothing to do with the word docile since they were created. They are specially used to guard the wizard's treasures and secret rooms...

One day, they will become more and more ferocious, and at that time, it is time for this eight-eyed giant spider to disappear. However, this should be a long time ago.

Felix pondered, then looked up, and Hagrid was looking at him with a smile and tears.

"I see what you mean, Felix, you are so sweet..." Hagrid choked out, "Few people treat me so well, think about me, even my father..." He said heavily. He sniffed and burped loudly.

Then he began to get busy, and from every corner of the house, he found gray magical animal materials, the complete skin of the Tepo warthog with tusks, the unicorn hair, the tail hook of the man-headed manticore, the flower fairy's wing……

"I remember you need this, it's been in stock over the years. I picked it up when I was patrolling the Forbidden Forest. The Tebo warthog fell into the trap, it was a little off, and when I found it, it was starving to death. ...I also found the troll smashing stick, which stinks amazingly, but works pretty well...I've washed it a lot and used it to knock on pumpkins, just behind the door if you need it."

"Oh Hagrid, I don't need to... well, I'll just take a little bit, the warthog skin, and I can mix it with cloak fur for a body jacket, and of course, a human-headed scorpion I will not refuse the tail hook of the tailed beast."

On the other side, Harry was sitting drowsily in the class of the history of magic. The little wizards behaved similarly to him, with a bit of confusion in their confusion, and they didn't seem to wake up.

A few people, such as Hermione, were still taking notes, trying to hear a detail or two not mentioned in the textbook in Professor Binns' wheezing, dragging voice, and Harry wiped his hair. Itchy mouth, wiped the saliva, he looked around, Seamus was snoring lightly, Neville's head kept moving, and every time he reached the lowest point, he would raise his head sharply, the quill in his hand was careless. He wrote down what he heard, and within ten seconds, his eyes became dull again, his eyelids drooped down, and he repeated the previous actions.

Harry sneaked a glance at Neville's history of magic textbook. The latest one was "The food in classroom 7 is delicious." After class, he learned the answer from Hermione.

"Classroom 7 has become a gathering place for ghosts?"

"Didn't you notice that Professor Binns' voice was much more excited than usual," Hermione said solemnly. "He mentioned Room 7 three times in class..."

"Only you know," said Ron.

"So are we still going to the library today? I think it's better in the common room, I don't want to see Mrs Pins anymore. Did you notice she looks a bit like Filch? I mean sunken cheeks , parchment-like skin and long hooked nose... eh, why does it sound a bit like Snape?"

Harry and Hermione grinned back and forth. After laughing, Hermione sternly taught him, "Don't say that to her, Mrs. Pince is very serious about her work."

"Yeah," Ron muttered, "blow behind me when picking out books, and use a flying feather duster to drive us out when we're talking too loud..."

"By the way, Harry!" he said cheerfully. "I know Ginny won a model of the Goblet of Fire from Professor Hepp, the one with the flames! I'd like to borrow it to see that she doesn't agree, I Guess she's planning to give you a Christmas present, I'm really partial..."

Harry didn't speak, but Hermione said, "Impossible! She won't give it away, I heard her say it will be treasured for a lifetime."