A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

It was just after midnight and dawn had not yet come, the moon and stars were still hanging in the sky, and the sea level in the distance was a faint gray-green. It was the early hours of the morning, when people were most asleep, and Harry rode on his broom, blowing the icy sea breeze, rehearsing the plan of action over and over in his mind.

Today is the day of closing the net, and the last batch of mercenaries mixed into the island with the tourists.

The huge floating islands were dismantled one by one in his mind, and replaced by a dense traffic map: thousands of Floo sites, more than 200 knight buses, tens of thousands of low-altitude sightseeing brooms, and less popular flying. Magical means of transportation such as blankets and hover cars...

There is also an Apparition stronghold.

The Floating Island management agency has relatively sound norms for wizards to Apparition on the island. Generally, only external defense is reserved, that is, outsiders are prohibited from directly smuggling to the island, and in turn, wizards are not allowed to leave at will, but internal No restrictions; during the World Cup, it is much stricter, with a series of no-show zones announced in advance, except for a few places - such as stadiums and surrounding areas that can accommodate half a million spectators, and strongholds controlled by Aurors In addition, wizards are strictly prohibited from Apparating at will in other areas.

The latter - the Auror stronghold - is one of the secrets for the floating island to cope with the vast majority of emergencies with less manpower, and even just in case, Harry also temporarily formed a dozen elite wizard teams to Support is always available.

At this moment a figure rushed over, it was Ron, he flicked the broom handle and dangled in front of Harry.

"Everyone is ready. When will the action begin?"

"Now."

"Cool!" Ron gave a thumbs up. "See those Billy Wiggles? I can't wait for them to take a picture of my wizard pawn charging..."

"Don't wake up the whole island," Harry reminded.

"I really thought about it," Ron said with a bit of regret: "Unfortunately, you arranged for a group of people to cast the whispering spell and repairing spell."

The two landed on the ground on broomsticks, and the heavily armed men disappeared from Harry's sight. Harry tightened his wand. They were his family, his classmates, his friends, his comrades. He didn't hesitate to answer his call. He had to do everything in his power to keep them safe.

The battle started before dawn and ended before dawn. Harry's Patronus pierced the darkness, and near the stadium, his continuous apparition at close range became a nightmare for all enemies, and there was hardly any decent resistance; The fight was over before Leigh rushed to support, and Harry heard the Creevey brothers whispering that they had not caught a single enemy.

"I knocked down seven!" Sirius walked up and down excitedly. "You must let little Rosalie know, and little Edgar! Phineas grandfather who loves preaching!" Harry grinned, and little Edgar was Sirius' second child, the one who almost went by the name 'James', and later took the name of Lady Burns' brother.

As for the grandfather Phineas mentioned by Sirius - it was actually a portrait in the headmaster's room at Hogwarts. Ever since Sirius had a child, he has been visiting often, and he likes to give advice.

Harry walked to the corner, Hermione was yawning, she danced all night, and when she came back, she learned that the action was imminent, and she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open. She greeted reluctantly, "Oh-ha-Harry, is there anything else? I'm going back to catch up on sleep... come back when I have time."

"Well, good." Harry hesitated, but he still didn't say his thanks - since Hermione was here, the professor must have come, but he didn't show up. Today's actions have already created momentum for him.

Hermione smiled and waved. "Come on, Harry!" She turned to dissolve into the shadows, and Harry seemed to see the professor smiling and nodding at him, and the two disappeared together. Harry took a deep breath. He still has a lot to do. After the World Cup is over, there will be time to have a good chat with Professor Hepp.

In the early morning, the sleeping city woke up again. Looking down from the heights, the ant-like little people poured out of the hotel and merged into the main roads. Today is the start of the Quidditch World Cup, and although the opening ceremony will have to wait until evening, the warm atmosphere in the air is already beating uneasily.

Many tourists only learned from the newspapers what happened in the early hours of the morning. A large group of good people gathered in the tavern to talk about how the more than 300 organized and premeditated criminals were ignorant while they were sleeping soundly. The ghosts were caught in one go.

"It's not that there's no movement at all," one person said, "I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and I vaguely heard someone shouting 'charge' and 'divide me one' and so on, but the volume was too low, and there was no toilet. Loud."

"It's a whispering spell, and a law enforcement officer cast a whispering spell nearby," a wizard shouted. "It means the battle is under control from start to finish."

"So the island owner is still a talent?" someone asked.

"Cough cough cough, it's the island manager," the wizard coughed violently, "Harry Potter is not small, he is very famous in England."

"Yeah, but compared to Hep..."

The wizard stopped talking, this is an indisputable fact, no wizard's influence can be compared to Felix Hepp, and he can't do it even close, but then again, there is no requirement to manage the floating island. so high.

These people quickly turned the conversation elsewhere, discussing the opening ceremony of the night, arguing over which country's team would win, and soon, two drunken, cranky guys with flags painted on their faces were fighting at the bar, and the people around were in high spirits. exclaimed loudly.

The tavern attendant turned a blind eye to this, just turned on the TV, and the morning news was playing on the screen:

"...327 criminals were arrested, interrogated and learned that they were from twelve prominent anti-wizard groups, enchanted guns and materials used to make magic bombs were recovered from their hiding places, and more than three planned for this purpose. months..."

The people in the tavern stared blankly at the video of the subsequent battle. Most of them - including the wizard - were the first time they saw a normal wizard team fighting, which completely subverted their previous cognition: Nightmare Spells invaded silently, Transfiguration turned walls into open doors, Whispering and Disillusionment spells blocked sound and sight, plus half a block of smoke, magical puppets a dozen feet tall... and no one thought Aurors The heavily armed equipment is a decoration, and it may not work at all, or it is effective but they can't see it...

Among them, the silver stag patron saint is impressive, as long as it appears, it basically means that the battle will be over in a few seconds.

It was almost noon, Warren sat up from the cradle, his mind was a little confused, he only remembered that he was guarding the door of the big devil's bedroom yesterday... Warren jumped down and ran into the bedroom, the scene in front of him made him angry Come to one place, those two guys are lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, don't know when they came back last night, now, both - it looked up at the time, 11:59; Valen smacking his lips , waited quietly for more than ten seconds, when the pointer jumped to 12 and continued to go down, it immediately jumped on the bed and shook the quilt vigorously. Ahhh, it's past twelve! You are so sleepy!

Felix stretched out his hand in a daze and glued Varen to the head of the bed. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at Sniff.

"How did you stick yourself up?" Felix scratched his nose casually.

Warren was stunned for a moment, then struggled hard, "Ha-!!!"

By the time Felix and Hermione had dinner, it was already afternoon, and the TV was still dutifully broadcasting the heroic battle of the wizard team, and also joined a lot of interviews, such as Rove, who was full of praise for his wife's skills. ; When interviewing Seamus and Dean, the reporter did not pay attention to the scene of Ms. Burns teaching her younger son to the camera, "Glopp knows more words than you, and at least one of you and your father should be ashamed. "..." Felix and Hermione, who were playing wizard cards, turned their heads and saw Sirius picking his nostrils.

However, after six o'clock in the evening, there was more news about the stadium. The two changed their clothes and showed up at the stadium with an angry Wallen. The crowd was buzzing. Their seats were on the top floor, and along the way, they greeted various unimpressive people, and then appeared in the box.

Felix breathed a sigh of relief. There were all acquaintances inside, except for a group of Hogwarts professors, the Longbottoms, Lupin and Tonks, Luna and Rove, Sirius and Burns, and the Weasley family. , Draco and Astoria were there, along with a dozen children of different ages.

He and Hermione sat in the first row, next to Professor McGonagall.

"Felix," Professor McGonagall nodded to him: "Mrs. Maxime came and talked to me about the cooperation with other magic schools, you know, to jointly study the interdisciplinary subject of magic and science..."

"Better to add Muggle universities," Hermione interjected.

"We do have this plan," said Professor McGonagall, "but we are still in the process of making an agreement with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, preferably Ilvermorny and Vagado—"

"Prepare for another hegemony tournament?" Felix asked with interest.

Professor McGonagall was stunned, "It's not impossible, if before retirement..."

The advertisements on the circular curtain around the stadium disappeared, the camera moved away from the prominent dignitaries, followed Harry all the way to the top floor, and then began to broadcast the daytime battle scenes, and the crowd cheered.

Harry sat next to Ginny.

"What about the children?"

Ginny sighed, "Jaime went to Teddy, Rosalie was with Victoire, Albus—" She raised her chin, and Harry looked over, Albus and Scorpius were talking to each other Exchanging souvenirs, Draco nodded at Harry.

"Harry." At this moment, Sirius waved to Harry, and Harry sat down. He grabbed Harry's shoulders and pointed to the Patronus on the screen, "How do you feel?" The meaning was obvious.

Harry scratched his head, "There's a lot of things I haven't had time to understand—"

"Look for him!" Sirius pursed Lupin, "he knows best."

Harry blinked and looked at Lupin.

"Sirius said the same thing, Future World Corporation is indeed obliged to cooperate with you, and what you have done over the years is also of reference for you to manage the floating island." Lupin said: "We have only one thing to do, or For one goal: to integrate magic into all fields it can touch as much as possible! After more than ten years, it has finally paid off..."

"Getting started?" Harry asked.

"That's right," Lupin explained. "Magic and science are becoming more and more integrated and really become part of what keeps the world going, and no one person or group has the ability to force them apart - that means a sea change in life. ."

Harry felt a huge shock inside. Immediately I felt heavy.

Lupin smiled slightly. "The responsibility is heavy, but don't be under pressure. You have just proved your ability, and there are still many opportunities in the future. And we are all here. Felix is ​​also there."

He knows the world is getting better and is on the right path. People who go up the mountain will not be stumbled by a stone or two.

"We're in the midst of an unprecedented boom," he said in a strong, confident voice.

As if in response to Lupin's words, Felix, who was chatting with Professor McGonagall in a low voice on the rostrum, found that the stadium was gradually quieting down. Hermione on the side pushed him quietly, and the huge curtain composed of countless curtains turned Felix's Faces are projected on it.

At the same time, his face has also appeared in floating island taverns, open-air venues, and on TV broadcasts around the world.

Felix stood up from the stands and opened his arms - people held their breaths, this Quidditch World Cup had the world's attention, so for a few seconds it seemed as if the whole floating island, and even the outside world. Quiet a dozen decibels. The magic of his voice spread through every corner of the gym, on every screen.

"Everyone—welcome to the opening ceremony of the 426th Quidditch World Cup! Welcome! Ladies and gentlemen... let the carnival be more violent, the celebration is now—"

"start!!!"

Incomparably enthusiastic cheers and applause resounded through the island, deafening; millions of arms waved enthusiastically in the air, flags of various colors fluttered over the heads of the crowd, woven into a sea of ​​joy; Cracked and condensed into gorgeous patterns, the sky turned into a color screen larger than the stadium, and the tidal excited screams penetrated the thick clouds and echoed in the ears of tourists for a long time. Everyone's face was filled with unquenchable joy——

Prosperity is at hand.

All the extras are over here. The overall background of the extras is the Quidditch World Cup, but the World Cup itself is not important, but provides a stage for the story to freeze in the most lively scenes.

The family, career, and living conditions of the main characters are introduced through plots (instead of dry text descriptions), which is also the main role of the extras; some of them are difficult for me to stand on their own, so they are integrated into other people's stories.

Thank you, readers, for sticking with us, but this story does have to stop here.

Thank you everyone!