A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

On the last Saturday of September, the recruiting assessment of the Magic Club began.

Hermione called Harry and Ron early, and after the three had breakfast, they hurried to the ancient magic text classroom.

Harry looked tired, Ron rubbed his eyes vigorously, and he complained, "Hermione, we went too early. And Harry and I just need to hand in the paper, and Professor Haipu can't Score on the spot."

Hermione looked at them seriously, "Of course I went to help, the paper you wrote..." She curled her lips and didn't say anything harsh, but her meaning was already obvious.

Harry blushed a little. It took him and Ron for two weeks to barely make up seven feet, which was killing them.

The longest essay Harry ever wrote was no more than three feet. It was an essay on "Medieval European Wizards" arranged by Professor Bins last year. If he remembers correctly, Hermione handed in the assignment of four feet and seven inches. , And her writing is very small.

The door of the ancient Mowen classroom was locked tightly, and a note was posted on the door: The assessment location of the Mowen club was changed to classroom 7 on the same floor.

Below the text was a stick figure, and an abstract stickman beckoned them to move forward.

"The location has changed?" Harry looked at Hermione in wonder, and Hermione shook her head. "I don't know, maybe it was changed temporarily."

A voice appeared from behind, it was a clean and clear voice, "How are you?"

The three turned around, and a tall and thin boy stood behind them. He looked handsome, with dark hair and a straight nose. Apart from his pale face, he could hardly find any faults.

He offered to stretch out his hand and introduced himself: "This is Cedric, Cedric Diggory."

Harry also stretched out his hand, "I know you, the seeker and new captain of the Hufflepuff team. Wood mentioned you about you, and you did a great job in the duel class. Oh, yes, this is Harry. Potter."

Cedric smiled, "It's incomparable to you. No one in the school doesn't know you, right? Are these two your friends?"

"Yeah, this is Ron Weasley, this is Hermione Granger, both are third grades." Harry introduced Ron and Hermione.

The two looked at Cedric curiously.

They walked towards Classroom 7 together. Ron and Hermione talked less because of strangers joining in. Harry wasn't actually a talker, but he could chat with Cedric about Quidditch.

Harry looked for a topic: "Cedric, are you new to the team this year? I remember Hufflepuff’s previous seeker was a senior girl."

Cedric laughed, "I joined the team in the third grade, and this year is the third year."

Harry was a little embarrassed. He didn't remember that there was such a person on the Hufflepuff team.

Fortunately, Cedric explained his confusion: "I used to be a chaser, but last year a few old students left at once, it was difficult to find a suitable candidate for the seeker, so I came up and became the captain of the team. The team..."

Harry understood a little bit, and Wood also mentioned in previous conversations that Hufflepuff's new captain should not be underestimated, and how can he be a newcomer.

But no matter who the opponent is, he is confident of victory and wins the second Quidditch Cup.

The two then began to discuss Quidditch tactics, which seemed to Ron and Hermione to be a very strange thing. The captain of Hufflepuff and the Seeker of Gryffindor discussed Quidditch. Knowing that they are likely to become opponents in more than a month.

Cedric said: "To be honest, I was under a bit of pressure, and I was in danger...I have been reading various tactical manuals throughout the summer, and I didn't have to think about it when I was a player."

Harry also remembered the scene of Wood desperately pulling the players to explain various tactics last year. When the finals were approaching, the twins thought Wood was a little hysterical and might "need to go to the school and hospital for two days."

Now he suddenly understood Wood.

Harry casually introduced a few Quidditch books, which he saw during his pastime last year, and he thought they were very useful. Cedric jotted down the name happily, "I haven't heard of one, thank you, Harry."

"Speaking of it," Harry asked, "Can the Seeker be the captain? I have always been flying alone, and may not take into account the situation on the court."

Cedric happened to read this aspect: "These are two different strategies. Some teams will do their best to ensure the freedom of flight for seekers. They will not participate in team actions and let him play. They think this can be more effective. Find the Golden Snitch quickly."

"Some teams need to participate in the offense and defense of the team from time to time."

Harry pondered, "It sounds like the latter is more demanding." Wood never asked him to organize a defense. His only requirement of himself was to catch the Golden Snitch as quickly as possible.

"You can't say that," Cedric explained. "For the talented seeker, that is, you, Harry, you can end the game in half an hour. If there are talents like you on my team, it must be. It will give you absolute freedom, because it is difficult to open the gap of one hundred and fifty points in such a short period of time."

Hearing this, Harry almost understood the similarities and differences between the two strategies.

Ron suddenly said to the side: "Harry's fastest time, he caught the Golden Snitch in five minutes! It broke the school record."

Harry was a little embarrassed to remember that it was his record against Hufflepuff last year. He took a peek at Cedric, and the new captain of Hufflepuff was a little unhappy.

He hurriedly changed the subject and said: "Cedric, are you also writing the thesis? To be honest, for a full seven feet, Professor Haipu's requirements are too high."

Cedric followed his words and said: "I have met the first requirement and have a rough grasp of thirty practical magic texts."

Turning around a dark corridor, Harry was delighted to find that they had finally found the hidden classroom No.7. He sighed in relief, and finally didn't have to look for words.

The door of the classroom was ajar, and they looked into the room. It was pitch black and there was no light.

"Did we go in the wrong place?" Harry asked. He felt very bad, he could think of a similar scene when they were in the first grade when they strayed into the trapdoor entrance with the Philosopher's Stone hidden in order to avoid Filch.

At that time they saw a big dog with three heads. When the big dog stood up ~www.novelmt.com~ the forehead in the middle could reach the ceiling. He later learned that this three-headed dog was raised by Hagrid, and that it also had a name called "Lu Wei".

"I don't think so," Hermione said, pointing to a note on the wall, which read "The Magic Club recruits a new assessment venue."

Several people looked at each other and walked in nervously.

Surprisingly, the inside of the room is a grassy grassland with birds and flowers. They seem to have traveled through the space to the depths of the forbidden forest.

After walking a few steps, they saw the figure of Professor Haipu——

He was sitting on the grass with a low table in front of him. The professor seemed to have brought all his tea sets over and was drinking tea with a sense of taste. In front of him were a dozen magic puppets, men and women, old and young.

These magic puppets stood not far in front, rehearsing a play.

"Look, that is the East, and you are the sun."

As they approached, they happened to hear one of the lines of dialogue.