A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The changes brought about by the opening of the magic world are in all aspects. Today, the floating island, as the largest transportation hub and transfer station for wizards, connects the wizard settlements in the major regions of the world together, and invisibly connects the entire magic world. Facilitates communication between wizards.

The cross-border mail business on the floating island is also very prosperous. Any ambitious company will find a way to set up an office here, explaining the phenomenon with a well-known saying: Here, the world is at your fingertips.

But it's followed by a piece of advice: make sure you have your pass paperwork before stepping over the flames, or you'll be kicked back with a ticket and a summons in addition to the footprints on your ass. But don’t worry too much, the government agencies stationed on the floating islands are specially set up to deal with such issues.

After running for a few years, at least you don't have to worry about fighting over language barriers.

A week before the opening ceremony of the World Cup, Neville received a letter from Harry. He was washing upstairs in the Leaky Cauldron when an owl flew silently into the second-floor window and landed on the sink shelf, startling him.

"Hello, Hedwig," said Neville with a mouth full of bubbles, holding out a hand.

Hedwig cocked her feathers and jumped back two steps, avoiding the wet hand and raising the leg to which the letter was bound. Neville carefully opened the letter, and after a quick scan, his eyes gradually brightened.

After a few minutes, the two heads came together.

"We can go with the other professors when we have time," Hannah said. "I'll write back to Harry right now," said Neville, eagerly filling the room with paper and pen.

The two married a few years ago, and after Neville left the Ministry, he took over from Professor Sprout as the school's herbalist, and Hannah took over as the proprietress of the Leaky Cauldron. The combination of the two made the students feel cool.

Two days later, the sky was slightly brighter, and the early risers in Diagon Alley found that the sign at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron was locked and hung with a sign saying 'Open during the World Cup'. No one was surprised that this year's World Cup attracted too many people's attention, even if they were not interested in Quidditch, they wanted to join in the fun. It is said that there are many novelty goods available during the game.

Neville and Hannah came to Hogwarts through the Diagon Alley fireplace. It was summer vacation, and there were not even a single student. Professor McGonagall stood in the middle of a group of professors, wearing a feathered hat and a slim dark green robe. Looks as classy as Emmeline Vance next to her.

Pomona Sprout was waving at them, and Neville waved back. Professor Sprout is retired and lives in Hogsmeade, but she often goes back to school to visit her little cutie in the greenhouse, and gives Neville a lot of advice when he joins, especially teaching him how to communicate with Sneeze. Dealing with Professor Pu.

"We don't cause trouble, but... a lot of herbs are used to make potions."

This helped Neville a lot.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Neville and Hannah. "Just the two of you? Frank and Alice, and Hannah's parents?"

"They're already on the island," said Neville happily, "and sent us a bunch of pictures, Luna, Seamus, Dean. Grandma's at home, she's not interested in Quidditch." Professor Ge sniffed.

"My parents don't have time," Hannah said, shaking her head.

"Okay," said Professor McGonagall, glancing at the others, "Emeline, Pomona, Sybill, all--oh, sorry, Filius, just right. Our Vice-Chancellor is out. Another absence, but this time forgive him a little, and according to the Daily Prophet, he seems to be caught in a vortex of alternation of power...I have my doubts. Let's go."

"I don't know what's going on with Professor Bubagi now," Neville whispered, and the professor helped him a lot.

"She'll be fine in heaven," Hannah said softly.

Neville nodded, and then Professor McGonagall's eyebrows twitched as he passed by the two and heard their conversation.

"Professor Bubagi was just invited to do research on the moon, and she will come back." She couldn't help but explain.

"Well, I wish her all the best," Hannah said sincerely.

"If it were me, I wouldn't be so sure," Trelawney chimed in. "I deliberately observed the astrological phenomena before my trip. From the angle between the moon and Mars, it is not suitable to travel recently, and it is easy to encounter unexpected disasters."

"Thanks for the reminder, Sybil." Professor McGonagall said, "Felix happened to have been to both places you mentioned, and I'll ask him what he thinks for you." She took the lead and walked away.

"I never knew Professor Trelawney was interested in Quidditch," Hannah whispered.

"I don't know," Neville whispered, "but another divination professor at the school made it clear he didn't like Quidditch, so..."

Trelawney, who was wearing six or seven veils on her head, suddenly turned her head, as if she had heard the whispers of the two, which scared them to shut up quickly. Emmeline smiled at them. A group of people appeared in Hogsmeade Square, and across the crowd, they could see that a temporary fireplace was built here, and there was a lot of noise.

"Don't crowd! Come in order, the door of the Three Broom Tavern is the door key storage place..." A bald Auror shouted to maintain order, and the wizards in front jumped into the flames and disappeared in circles, soon it was his turn Neville them.

"Specified location, the Pacific Ocean—30 kilometers west of the floating island, Ingersoll Island—" Auror lowered his head to check Professor McGonagall's ticket, shouted habitually, and then saw the members of the team. He was taken aback, "Principal McGonagall? How many professors are there? You can apply to go directly to the island without transfer."

"We're not in a hurry," Professor McGonagall said, "and there are views along the way."

"Then, I wish you a good trip," said the Auror.

The swirling green flames took Neville through the furnace doors, followed by a monotonous dizziness, which was more difficult than using floo powder in the past, and he finally found that his legs were on the ground. He was standing on a beach, the sea breeze was blowing, the dazzling sun was shining on his face, and there were footsteps and voices all around him. Neville looked around and was stunned for a while: it was different from the desolate island he imagined. A bikini beach.

There are at least a thousand parasols on the beach, some people are surfing in the sea, and paragliders and brooms are soaring in the sky. A little girl walks past him, holding a purple flying carpet in her hand. The middle-aged man with a chubby belly was dozing off.

"Wow, did we come to the wrong place?" asked Hannah, who had just arrived. She stepped on one foot in the soft sand and nearly fell, and Neville hurried to support her.

"No." Neville said happily, he pointed in one direction, the sea was clear, so he could clearly see the small island hanging on the water in the distance, Hannah was suddenly happy, "It does look a bit like Squashed ice cream. What are those little dots next to it?"

"It doesn't look like it when you get up close," Neville said. "Those little dots should be wizards on broomsticks, maybe checking the weather, watching out for storms at sea, or maybe just playing a duel game, you know, the Riding on a broom, aiming to shoot down, can be one-on-one or melee, but only with certain spells, this sport was very popular among Aurors for a while, I forget whether it was Harry or Ron who came up with it idea."

Hannah looked at Neville.

"Oh, I'm not very good at Quidditch," he said with a guilty conscience. "Professor Sprout thinks it's best to keep your feet on the ground as a professor of herbal medicine at all times."

"I did say so," said Professor Sprout, who came out of the flames, exuding joy, her soft gray hair lifted by the sea breeze, "have you been to Room Seven? I always thought the other me was a bit wild, but cool."

"I've talked to everyone in there, and it's been a great deal," says Emmeline Vance.

Several professors, Neville and Hannah stood on the beach, looking at the golden sand and the endless blue waves. The floating island seemed to be slowly turning, and the sun was shining on it, faintly reflecting the scales of the giant snake coiled around the bottom of the island.

Twenty feet away, two staff members waved small flags under umbrellas. When they walked into the range of the umbrellas, they were surprised to find that it was much cooler under the umbrellas.

"Special benefits." A staff member said, "I am worried that we will suffer from 'human fear'. There are tens of thousands of people here."

"So many people? Are they all tourists?" Professor Flitwick asked in surprise.

"Yeah, there are always people who are worried that the floating island will fall, even though it has been floating at sea for twelve years. There are such people, whether they are wizards or Muggles, so they would rather choose to come to the island and set up a tent for the night." A staff member said that they handed them a form, and Neville wrote everyone's names.

"What about the opening ceremony? That's at night." Emmeline Vance asked curiously.

"Maybe get yourself drunk," the registrar said humorously.

From what he said, Neville and the others knew that the passenger ships that landed on the island came every hour, and they had almost half an hour of free time. They circled the neighborhood, bumping into acquaintances along the way. It was Bill and Fleur, both of them were wearing very cool clothes. Bill was wearing a pair of beach shorts and sunglasses, with a silver earring hanging from his left ear, which happened to match his wife's moonstone earring. Fleur was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. The silver waterfall was dazzlingly beautiful behind her head, and beside her stood a young girl who looked almost beautiful.

"This is Gabrielle, my sister." Fleur said hoarsely.

Neville and Bill exchanged glances, and the two stepped aside.

"You got the letter, too?" Neville asked.

"Yes," Bill said cheerfully. "There is a shortage of people on the island. We are happy to help. The children can be taken care of by Gabrielle." mission."

Neville glanced over there. They were giggling happily when he heard Hannah pointing at an African witch and saying, "Lee Jordan chased her." Neville blinked in confusion and saw a tall black man. Skin girl, it took a few seconds to barely recall who she was—Nona Raibert, who represented Vagado in the Tournament in fourth grade.

"We're waiting for the rest of the family to arrive today and tomorrow," Bill said. "Except for Ron and Percy, both of them are working in the ministry. To cooperate with this large-scale event, it is estimated that they will have to wait for the opening ceremony. Only a day or two before the holiday. It's been a night, and the Fiji wizards have arrived with their mascot, Dakuwaja, a distant relative of a mermaid who can turn into a shark. And a dragon! Charlie would love it ."

Half an hour later, Neville and Bill's family respectively - "I formed a band with Sirius, called 'The Hairy Boys'!" - set foot on the passenger boat to the floating island. The huge boat separated the waves, the seagulls followed, and the people on the boat stood on the deck talking and laughing, with anticipation in their eyes, but as the boat approached the floating island, the voices became sparse, and everyone was silenced. Touched by the power, he was completely lost in silence. There was an upside-down mountain on the sea, and the huge shadow cast by it covered the passenger ship from a distance. They glided a long distance in the shadow, surrounded by the quiet sound of water, and finally came to the bottom of the island. Suddenly someone screamed, Neville raised his head, an incomparably huge snake head was facing them, the rough scales extended upwards, forming a scene like a chaotic stone forest, the snake mouth was holding the snake tail, and the long body hung upside down along the island. The foundation was wrapped around six or seven times, almost merging with the island itself.

The boat stopped below the island. Everyone clawed at the railing and looked out, and there was something gleaming in the shadows in the distance.

Then they heard the sound of ropes and machinery moving, and after a while, a glowing ground was laid down toward them, hanging steadily above the water, connected to the ship's ladder. The glowing thing also became clear. It was a lift, and at the top of the lift hung a magic lamp.

The people on the boat stared at the phone booth-sized elevator in a daze.

"Get in line! Get ready to disembark!" The crew shouted at this time, "The elevator has limited space inside, and can carry 100 people at a time, please don't crowd."

After a few seconds in the air, one person shouted, "This is magic!"

"Yes, it is indeed magic." The crew member said quietly.