A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The elevator opened in the central area of ​​​​the floating island, and the people inside filed out. Ron laughed: "Floating island, I'm back." Behind him was a short-haired witch, holding a red-haired witch in one hand. little girl.

"Don't make trouble," Collins hammered Ron and asked, looking around. "Are we going to reunite with the family first?"

"It's alright," Ron whispered, rubbing his shoulders, picking up the little red-haired girl, "Percy won't be here until the afternoon. Let's walk around the neighborhood first, then go to the hotel. I heard that many old friends live there, and they still stay there at night. There's a party."

The three stood on the bustling street, watching the passing pedestrians.

"It's a pity that little Hugo can't come, but one is enough." Ron said happily: "Take a few more pictures and tell him about it when we go back."

"Didn't you say it might be dangerous?" Collins said angrily, "That's why I left it to my mother to take care of it."

"That's what I said, but it's not us who are in danger." Ron puffed out his chest. "You can go anywhere you want, don't forget my nickname."

Collins suddenly wanted to roll his eyes.

"Then can I go to Knockturn Alley?" the red-haired girl asked, sucking her fingers.

"Rose, we're thousands of kilometers from Knockturn Alley, but...of course," Ron said without hesitation, "the next time the Ministry is searching for contraband, we'll take the opportunity to infiltrate the Aurors—wait. Wait, your mother is in charge of this." Rose looked at Collins expectantly, trying to find a little possibility of favoritism on her mother's face, then silently looked away and stopped talking.

"Can you two stop talking about illegal things all the time, making it seem like I'm a bad mom," Collins complained.

"Okay, Rose, let's talk about something else, who made you have an Auror chief's mother." Ron said, "Your uncle raided the Malfoys some time ago - it's ours. The old enemy, Merlin, Harry must have wanted to overthrow Malfoy as an important chapter in his career. Unfortunately, he only took away a few little guys in the end, but I guess old Malfoy was scared enough... He also has a model person. Such a son, we didn't deal well with us in school, and your father's grades overwhelmed him every time—"

Collins squinted at Rose, who was listening attentively and admiringly, and Ron, who was vividly describing it.

"Are you sure? It's convenient to ask..."

"Cough, it's some subjects," Ron lightspeed revised his remarks, "It can't be true anymore, Harry can testify for me!"

The three of them wandered aimlessly on the winding streets, which lead in all directions, and sometimes they suddenly realize that there is a wall in front of them, and a narrow stone path must be opened by magic; on the island you can always catch a glimpse Identify which plots belong to wizarding buildings and which belong to government agencies and research institutes. It's like right now - from a normal person's point of view, it's obviously not planned properly, but Ron and the others think these obstacles are quite interesting, and it matches the surrounding houses with different styles and a variety of shops.

"It's boxy, spotless, everything is symmetrical, and it's been measured with a ruler like old Crouch's beard. It's actually quite scary."

This is the central area of ​​​​the floating island. It is said that the bonfire party that year was held nearby. Some monumental landmarks have been preserved, such as a group of statues standing in the center of the pool, each holding a burning, Torches that won't go out; there are trash cans in the shape of magical animals everywhere, as long as you tap the head, it will open its mouth and eat the garbage into its stomach, and some monsters will burp strangely;

In addition to the shops and streetscapes, there were also some itinerant vendors pushing carts, and Ron spotted a set of simple scuba in front of a booth, "Your grandpa absolutely likes it, but he probably bought it. His personal garage expanded after retirement. Four times as much!" In addition to the diving stuff, they found Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry merchandise.

"Does it sell well?" Ron asked the hawker.

"Excellent, especially these two. There's a discount when you buy them together, sir and ma'am." The hawker eagerly offered them two items, one for underwater fireworks and the other for some sort of smoke cape, which looked like A collaboration between Weasley's Witchcraft and Diggory. Ron paid and asked Collins as he walked, "I heard from Fred and George a long time ago about working on a firework for underwater use, but when did Cedric enter the prank market?"

The same as the hegemony warriors, Collins has maintained a good friendship with Cedric and Roger Davis, and has a better understanding of the current situation of the two.

"They don't, he and Qiu Zhang." Collins said, "they have focused on public welfare in recent years. The shape-shifting smoke invented by Cedric has a wide range of applications in the medical field, and magic dolls with various functions are also useful. Extraordinary, but he has joined the 'Floating Island Commercial Security Agreement' to ensure that the research results will not be used for military or illegal purposes, which is guaranteed by the two thousand investigators of the International Pan-Magic Alliance around the world."

"There are goblins in there!" cried their daughter Rose.

"There are a hundred goblins, you know, they take their property very seriously." Collins explained to his daughter: "It is said that many Muggle doctors are proud of having a set of goblin-enchanted scalpels, but I heard that it is relatively rare..."

"Why?" Rose asked.

"Well, it's a matter of ownership dispute. The alliance allows goblins to keep their own racial traditions, but when dealing with other races, you must sign a notification document on this issue, otherwise the deal will not be protected; and goblins are known for their stubbornness. "

"Don't be deceived, those goblins are smart," Ron interjected: "I have investigated and dealt with a batch of contraband, including several pieces of silver jewelry made by goblins, but the goblins refuse to admit it, because those works No signature!"

Collins was a little surprised. "This is completely against the concept of goblins. Are you sure it is a goblin product?"

"Of course," said Ron affirmatively, "just look at their eyes. Think about it, when the habit of making money collides with conventional wisdom... The result is a group of goblins who choose not to sign and sell to the black market; a group of Sly guy! But sometimes goblins will deliberately engrave some mean things, I remember a doctor mentioned in the newspaper some time ago, and his scalpel was engraved with 'scruffy'...maybe goblin naming style Changes have taken place, I only know long beards and sloppy ghosts." He added.

Collins and Rose laughed. At this moment, Ron was suddenly attracted by something. Collins followed Ron's gaze and saw a tall, broad-chested man at a hat-selling booth not far away.

Ron retracted his gaze and muttered, "Maybe I'm wrong, I don't even have the impression..."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Harry's cousin! Brought a present at Harry and Ginny's wedding."

Collins immediately showed a sober expression, and she looked at the hat booth again, and the man had already poured into the crowd. They walked in the opposite direction and saw a huge poster in front of a theater. "François Clotois concert," Ron read the words on the poster, "Would you like to try it?" Rose nodded again and again.

Collins pointed to the concert date on the poster. It was yesterday.

"Oh, bad," said Ron and Rose. Ron asked to add: "Actually, it's okay to miss it. We can save our energy to watch the mascot performance. Unfortunately, there is no magic baby this year. I watched it a long time ago. That kind of feeling——"

"Ron!"

"Cough, nothing to see," Ron said solemnly to Rose, who was blinking curiously, "You're a girl, if your brother comes over—" "My brother is only three years old." "—Oh, yes Ah, you reminded me... ice cream?" He changed the subject hastily, and Collins' eyes were about to burst into flames.

A family of three stood breathlessly in front of a mobile ice cream truck.

"Is business okay?"

"good."

While Collins and Rose were picking out ice cream, Ron chatted with the owner, and within two minutes they were talking about the price of the ice cream truck. "I've always wanted one." Ron said enviously, and the shopkeeper replied, "Five hundred Galleons. But you can rent it for two Galleons a day and register on the island."

Ron's eyes lit up, and Collins had already made his choice. "A strawberry peanut butter ice cream, and a floating island chocolate nut ice cream. How about you, Ron?"

"I want chocolate," Ron said, and Collins pouted and stared at him, and he hurriedly said, "We can have it instead."

The shopkeeper started to get busy, and he took out his wand - Ron looked at the row of gems on the wand and couldn't help but let out a strange cry - "I'm a low magician." The shopkeeper said unhappily, and then the gems on the wand One by one lighted up, he waved his wand, and soon, three ice creams were made, the strawberry one was like a flowing volcano, the chocolate one was like smashing a complete ice cream, and sprinkled some colorful candies on it. Particles, but the point: a tiny chocolate snake glared at them, spitting out snake letters.

"I kinda get it, Chocolate Snake, but it's not biting its tail—what's that?" Ron asked, pointing to the colorful crumbs.

"The house on the floating island," said the innkeeper, "The snake doesn't bite its tail because it has other functions, and it will snatch from you—" He stopped abruptly.

"What did you say?" Ron asked as he handed Rose a chocolate ice cream and bit off the snake's head.

The owner was speechless.

Perhaps sensing the torment of the shopkeeper's heart, Collins took the initiative to ask: "Is the wand in your hand specially made? I mean the magic above. Your spellcasting is very smooth, in one go..."

"Ah, that's right," the shop owner said with a sigh of relief, "Future World provides customized services, but now they have divided this business into several other companies, and there are wizards who specialize in this, they are called, called... Magic Path Design, use limited magic to achieve a series of complex effects. Not just ice cream, but all walks of life. It’s amazing.”

At this time, there was a sudden noise in the street, and a large crowd of people passed by.

"Someone is fighting!"

The ice cream shop owner calmly pressed the red button on the car in front of the Ron family, and then said proudly: "This is a positioning and alarm device, as long as twenty seconds, there will be people on duty - you are doing what?"

Ron and Collins held their wands high at the same time, ready for battle. But after a few seconds, it seems to be just an ordinary drunken fight.

"Leave it to me." Ron put down his wand and said confidently, a black chess piece appeared in his hand at some point, aimed in the direction and threw it towards the crowd. The 'Knight' chess piece came alive in mid-air and became bigger and bigger—"Bang!" The knight and his horse landed heavily, smashing a deep pit; the obsidian-like tall horse smashed the ground with enthusiasm, half of his body Protected by the steel armor of the knight, who was twelve or thirteen feet tall, everyone was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the big guy.

"Irrelevant personnel - retreat!" The knight shouted majestically from the horse.

The surface of his armor shone with a metallic sheen, and then the mask of the knight's helmet bounced off, revealing the Ron-like face inside. The crowd made a gap, and the two drunk men stared dumbfounded at the black knight who drove towards them, trembling in place - the broad sword in the knight's hand was like a huge door panel, and it seemed that it could knock the two of them in one fell swoop. Flattened, he walked slowly, but no one doubted the furious power that erupted when the knight charged.

Both parties to the trouble were fully awake and released their hands at the same time.

"Look," said Ron triumphantly, and as he walked over to speak, two wizards descended from the sky.

"What happened?" one of them asked solemnly. No one of the tourists said a word, but looked behind him silently. The wizard turned his head stiffly, "Hi!" He took two steps back and hurriedly took out a Something like a walkie-talkie, ready to call for support.

"Don't!" Ron and another wizard shouted at the same time.

A few minutes later, the knight suddenly disappeared and turned into a chess piece again. Ron and Tonks came together, but Ron's expression was a little dejected.

"Let's see if you will show off in the future." Collins taught.

"He's also helpful," Tonks said objectively, and Ron suddenly grinned, and then heard Tonks continue: "At least he didn't throw a complete set of wizard chess, from this perspective..."