A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The little wizards were discussing enthusiastically that, as fifth-grade students, they had rarely been exposed to such an interesting course—every professor was trying to push their potential as much as possible.

Of course, to a certain extent, this is also the debt they owed for the previous four years.

In the corridor, Warren Pardis said to his friend with some chagrin: "I can actually win, but I'm just not very lucky."

"You're too aggressive. You got at least ten questions wrong," replied his friend.

The little wizards bustled out of the classroom, and Felix rubbed his sore fingers.

The "dance effect" of this knowledge contest was all spelled out by him magic by magic. From the nine-square grid, to the change of scores, to the color feedback of correct and incorrect answers, he is responsible for it all.

"It's a mistake, next time it will be changed to a ten-point system."

In the two classes in the afternoon, Felix tried it in the sixth and seventh grades respectively, and the results were extremely good-even the "extremely poor students" of the ancient Rune kept enough sobriety in the class.

This made his thinking clear.

"We can do more games of this kind in the future, but the premise is that sufficient preparations are made." In the cafeteria in the evening, Felix weakly inserted a potato dipped in black sauce. At the end of the day, he felt a little sick virtual.

Accumulated, the number of spells he cast today obviously exceeded the standard.

Common room.

The twins Fred and George are fighting magic puppets, and they have completed the second and third sets of practical runes.

This makes their battle extremely enjoyable. The magic puppet in Fred's hand will emit a circle of electric light and make a "crackling" sound every time he throws a fist. Because Li Jordan is too close, his hair is standing on end. stand up.

George on the other side is not too much to give up. His magic puppet is the very popular "Fire Man". Whenever he uses the iconic "Big Fire Ball", it will attract a voice of admiration.

At this time, Percy Weasley came in from outside the lounge, and he had just completed his inspection mission. As soon as he saw him, Ron in the corner turned his head neatly.

The two are still fighting.

"Ron, have you guys made up yet?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Unless he apologizes to me," said Ron stubbornly.

Harry sighed, and he didn't say much, after all, Ron was equivalent to taking the blame for the three of them and losing a lot of face.

"Hey! Percy, I heard you got ten points from Professor Hepp today?" a Gryffindor asked.

Percy held his chest out reservedly, making his prefect badge more visible. "Yeah, Professor Hepp has tried new teaching methods, and I must admit, he's quite a wise man."

"You also beat Slytherin!"

Percy said modestly: "It's just a game, one more thing, ten points, I'm nine points ahead of my opponent."

The Gryffindors were amazed again, Percy deserved to be a top student with 12 certificates.

"Nine points ahead!" Ron repeated with disdain.

Harry quickly changed the subject, "Hermione, did you ask Professor Hepper about the basilisk?"

Hermione shook her head, "I rarely see a professor from Monday to Friday." Unless there were papers that she needed to correct.

"But it's too late until the weekend!" Harry said reluctantly. "In case there's an attack in the middle of this..."

He slammed the table hard, startling the two little wizards passing by, who gave Harry a frightened look and quickly passed him.

"Look, they all think I'm the murderer!"

"Harry, how about we go to Professor Hepp now?" Hermione gave him a careful look.

Harry glanced at the wall clock, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, "Tomorrow." He slumped on the chair like a deflated ball.

They were basically sure that the monster in the back room was the basilisk, and with the confusion about Hermione - the basilisk's eyes were lethal, but the two current attacks were just petrified - Harry also had his own speculation: those victims Instead of looking directly at the basilisk, Mrs Norris is looking through the reflection of standing water, and Colin Creevey is looking through the lens of the camera.

But whether this is correct or not remains to be confirmed, after all, the sample is too small.

That's when Ron said to him, "Harry, is the magic puppet that Professor Hepp gave you in your bag?"

"Yes." Harry replied weakly.

He practiced a few times in private, but his skills were still a little worse, and he was just able to control the puppet to walk normally.

"Shall we try?" Ron glanced at Percy in the crowd.

"Here?" Harry hesitated.

Hermione's eyes lit up, she had wanted to try it for a long time, and she had a soft spot for this look when the open class started.

Ice blue hair, delicate and lovely face, hit her heart perfectly.

"Maybe...it's not a good choice..." Hermione said dutifully, but she didn't stop Harry from taking the magic puppet from his bag at all.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Fred walked over with his arms around George's shoulders.

"Oh, it's just a magic puppet," Ron tried to say softly.

Fred saw the puppet in Harry's hand and was taken aback, "This is not an ordinary puppet." From the appearance alone, the two are completely incomparable.

"Professor Haip sent it." Ron said.

Fred picked up the magic puppet, "This thing..." He glanced at George, "I can hardly feel the magic fluctuations in it, it is more delicate than Diggory's ghost doll - even more so than the ones we dismantled. Worlds apart."

"You've also dismantled-"

"Shh!" Fred raised his finger. "Be quiet, this is our little secret with Professor Hep..."

George took the puppet and said, "Once we broke the magic puppet in our hands."

"It was 'accidentally' broken, and we were so scared—" Fred said.

"Worry about being deducted points, locked up—"

"Or hang it up and whip it with a whip dipped in cold water—"

"So we're trembling to apologize—"

"And then? What was your punishment?" Ron asked.

"No, little Ronnie," Fred blinked and gave a smirk, "the professor said we were talented in alchemy, and gave each of us ten points, but—"

George sighed, "When we put the second broken puppet part in front of him, he resisted and didn't give us points."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

George looked at this extraordinarily delicate magic puppet, exclaiming from time to time, and finally he returned to Harry: "It's amazing, what have you done?"

"Yes—" Ron was about to speak, but Hermione stomped him hard.

The twins looked at each other and shrugged.

Fred said, "Want us to demonstrate it for you? This puppet must have a lot of new features. I don't think you are very familiar with it."

"Who said that! Harry, show your hands."

Harry drew his wand, and under his lead, the magic puppet wobbled to his feet.

Several little wizards looked over from a distance.

Harry tried his best to control the magic golem, but unfortunately, it was only able to scatter icy blue snowflakes at best.

"Harry, you don't have enough control." Fred said the reason.

Harry pointed his wand at the magic golem, feeling like he had touched its core. So he concentrated all his attention, trying to awaken the silent Rune circuit.

His magic power came into contact with a world of ice and snow. The sharpness and coldness made him seem to have eaten ten popsicles in one go, and his consciousness seemed to freeze.

Harry's face was blue with cold, and he let out a cold breath.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron stood up in a panic, and at this moment, anyone could see that something was wrong with him.

However, the next second——

"Chi chi chi!"

The magic puppet suddenly lit up, light blue ice crystals fell one after another, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. "She" raised her arm suddenly, and a series of ice blue icicles rose from the ground, and the cold air spread around like a rolling wave. .

Several people stared at this scene dumbfounded.

In front of the palm-sized magic puppet, a row of half-person-high icicles extended seven or eight meters away, completely freezing the door of the common room.

The cold ice mist filled the air, and the little wizards in the common room sneezed collectively.

At the same time, Professor Haipu, who was far away in the office, was sipping tea and flipping through an ancient alchemy book happily.

Next to him is the Daily Prophet of the day, with today's front-page headline: "Good and Bad: The Big Gap between Two New Professors," by Rita Skeeter.

Cough cough! During the May Day holiday, everyone wants to go out to play (as does the author), so there will be no updates on the weekend, and I try to keep the updates stable at two updates.