A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next week went by fast and everyone was so busy.

Felix had to focus more on the fifth and seventh grades, after all, this year was related to the future of a little wizard. Of course, he also sincerely hopes that more people will be engaged in rune research - not the old-fashioned translation, but research like his.

He also has to take care of the little devil's net, and at the same time dye and beat willow branches with magic power, which is related to the success or failure of his first magical creation.

There are also instant kill skills, and you can't give up.

Many banned books in the library are still waiting for him to screen and read...

Everyone else was very busy, Harry was busy with Quidditch training, and as the first game approached, the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team became agitated, and they used the evening part after school every day. Time to practice.

In addition to daily practice of Rune, Hermione searched for information on monsters in the secret room, and she also took time to find a professor to get an autograph.

She successfully obtained a signature from Professor Lockhart. With a slightly exaggerated tout, Lockhart signed his name without even reading the contents of the note.

"How clever of you to catch the last ghoul with the filter..." Hermione blushed a little at the thought of what she had said.

Fortunately, the project of making compound decoction started smoothly.

"It will take about a month to cook, around Christmas," Hermione said cheerfully.

Harry and Ron crouched down on the bathroom floor, grimacing.

The days that followed were calm in the school, no new attacks occurred, and no unknown monster jumped out of nowhere to turn the little wizards into stone.

The little wizards also lost interest in the legends and secrets of a thousand years ago, and even suspected that the last incident was a bad prank, after all, the victim was Filch's cat, the most unpleasant castle keeper." accomplice".

A little wizard has already sworn that he saw a sneaky shadow wandering on the third floor before the incident, holding a piece of cake in his hand, which must be doped with petrochemicals!

This kind of rumor spread faster than the truth, so within a week, everyone was discussing what petrochemical potions could achieve similar effects, leaving Dumbledore at a loss and had to wait for the mandrakes to mature and configure the antidote. .

But the professors at Hogwarts knew the truth, and they searched the castle for a week and found nothing. Therefore, the prefects can only be ordered to take responsibility and do a good job of publicity.

In a Gryffindor meeting, Percy cited the example of his brother wandering near the abandoned girls' bathroom to illustrate the irrationality and danger of such behavior.

The scene was so hot that Ron almost got into a fight with his brother.

"You shameless careerist who only cares about your own power! I'm your younger brother! Your younger brother! You are a power animal through and through!" Ron's ears were red and he cursed loudly.

"I'm the prefect of Gryffindor! I have to think about the badge on my chest, understand you idiot!" Percy also shouted with red ears.

"You went too! You also went to the girls' bathroom!"

"I'm doing my prefect duties! Ten points from Gryffindor!"

But overall, Hogwarts is still harmonious and friendly.

The calm continued until Saturday, the first Quidditch of the school year.

This Quidditch has attracted much attention. First of all, the two sides of the game are two old rivals, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Second, Slytherin "shamelessly" obtained off-field assistance, and all members rode the world's most advanced The Broom - Nimbus 2001.

The other two teams wanted to witness the power of Nimbus 2001 in the game.

Felix didn't come, just stood outside the tower and glanced from a distance.

He had little interest in Quidditch, not because he failed his first-year flying class, there was no causal relationship between the two.

He just likes quiet and doesn't like moving, and doesn't like places that are too noisy.

However, Felix still wants to complain about the course arrangement at Hogwarts. Why is the flying class only available in the first year? This made him even less likely to score points.

He is flying steadily now, okay?

That afternoon, he heard a big news, Harry Potter was injured on the court, his arm was smashed, and it was broken into slag.

Thanks to Professor Lockhart's undaunted efforts to pull out the broken bone scum from Harry's arm with powerful magic, the career of a talented Seeker in Gryffindor was saved.

"It's all bullshit!"

In the evening, Hermione said angrily that this incident completely broke her fan filter, and Lockhart has been black all his life since then.

The truth of the matter is that Harry simply broke his arm, something a healing spell could have done, but with Lockhart's "enthusiastic help" he had to stay in the school hospital, taking "raw bone" agent" to regrow bones.

Felix couldn't help shivering when he thought of the smell of the sewers of the bone-enhancing agent.

That night, Felix sent the little witch away and was about to watch a movie to cultivate his sentiments. Dumbledore's Phoenix Patronus flew in from the window.

The Patronus appeared in front of him, and Dumbledore's solemn voice came from his mouth.

"Felix, come to the professor's common room, there's an emergency."

When Felix arrived quickly, there were already quite a few professors gathered in the office, apparently in a hurry, and some of them were still wearing pajamas.

Dumbledore sat solemnly at the table, eyes half-closed, Professor McGonagall rubbing his hands together.

"What happened?" Felix asked in a low voice, moving closer to Snape.

Snape glanced at him first, then whispered, "The attack happened again, the second attack."

Felix's expression froze.

"who is it?"

"Colin Creevey, the Potter fanatic."

Felix had no impression of him at all, and Professor McGonagall on the side said with a sad expression, "He only entered this year, and he has always admired Harry... Yes, always carry a camera with me, I am very impressed with him. ...I heard he's already mailed three albums home. Oh, my God!"

Felix picked up the broken camera on the table, and a strong scorched smell came to his face.

After another ten minutes, a cheerful and pleasant voice pushed open the door, "Did I miss something?"

Lockhart, wearing golden pajamas, walked into the room and was slightly taken aback, "So many people!" But his next sentence made the professors glared at him, and he said, "Are you having a pajama party? "

"I'm the best at this, so experienced with it!" Lockhart blinked, showing his trademark toothy grin.