A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"You have considered it quite well, and what surprised me the most is that you can stand your temper and change seven versions." Felix praised.

The twins grinned and said: "It's all because of you. You always give us a lot of suggestions for amendments, which make us feel that it is not good enough."

Felix looked at them, "What are you going to do?"

Fred said: "We are currently only propagating in schools, and many people are interested in buying."

Felix thought about it, "The production process takes a lot of time, your owls exam..."

Fred begged for mercy and said, "Professor, don't make it difficult for us. We have enough time now."

George said: "Yes, I have given up elective courses, and some compulsory courses are completely unnecessary—"

"Astronomy class—"

"The history of magic—"

Felix looked at them reproachfully.

"You can't force us. After all, we haven't learned anything. Professor Flitwick compliments us." Fred yelled for himself and George.

Felix couldn't do anything about them. Moreover, he believed in his heart that restraining the twins was not a good choice. To provide them with a broader stage and watching them dance may be what he should do.

He said thoughtfully: "You guys will converge this year. When the exam is over, I mean after the owls exam is over, I will take you to see something."

Under the dumbfounded gaze of Harry and the others, the twins squeezed their eyes at them and walked away.

Before leaving, Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, "Silly Ronnie, you can record on the parchment: The content of the assessment is a couple mirror of alchemy items, and the guide price-three gold gallons, the price may increase at any time. "

Ron turned to look at Harry, "Did you hear that?"

"Of course," Harry was still thinking about the lover's mirror, and while thinking about it, he saw the girl who moved his heart.

Qiu Zhang and her friends showed up. They looked around. There were already seven or eight students sitting in the corner on the field, holding a magic puppet and burning the magic text.

Her friend pointed to Cedric's figure and muttered.

Professor Haipu surrounded three or five students. He was staring at a cross-shaped amulet and shook his head. The student next to him looked disappointed.

Qiu Zhang came to Hermione, "Hello? Let's take the assessment."

Hermione had just finished recording a form. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Oh, please wait." She pulled out a new piece of parchment and said fluently: "Name, grade and college."

"Autumn Zhang, fourth grade, Ravenclaw."

"Marietta Ekmore, fourth grade, Ravenclaw."

Hermione wrote on the parchment, "What was going on in the assessment... Harry?"

Harry leaned in unconsciously, and he stammered, "I'll come and see, Hermione, see if I can help..."

"I'm fine," Hermione didn't pay attention to his expression. She looked at the two people opposite, and they quickly replied, "Thesis, we are both thesis."

"You put the paper on that big table with a clip and a quill beside it. The results will be announced in about a week or two."

Harry waited for her to finish, and said to Qiu Zhang and her friends: "I'll take you there."

Qiu Zhang glanced at him and nodded. The three walked away together.

Hermione faintly heard Harry babbling and introducing himself...

Around eleven, a group of third-year Slytherin students came over—Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe and Gore.

Ron walked over excitedly and said defiantly: "I didn't expect you to come, Malfoy, you must be eager to show us the magical ancient magic? After all, you are Malfoy!"

Draco glanced at him contemptuously. "Weasley, where there is Potter, you are there. Are you his follower?"

Ron showed a surprised expression. He looked at Crabbe and Gore: "Hey, man, does Malfoy think of you that way? He doesn't have any friends?"

Pansy said impatiently: "Hurry up and register with us. I'm not interested in listening to your clown."

Ron flushed. "Sorry, you might need to write it yourself." He pushed a stack of parchment into Malfoy's arms.

On the other side, Daphne paced to Hermione, "Hey, little girl in Gryffindor!"

Hermione glared at her, "Is it you?" Her voice became sharp, and she said aggressively, "I haven't had time to ask you, do you like your magic puppet?"

In the first ancient magic text class at the beginning of school, the two were vying for the same magic puppet, and in the end, Hermione was a step faster.

Daphne said proudly: "I'm sorry, I found a senior sister and exchanged with her."

Hermione was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "My magic puppet is even more powerful!"

"nonsense!"

"Would you like to try it?"

"Okay, you think I'm afraid of you!"

...

Felix wiped his sweat. He commented on dozens of weird alchemy creations in the morning. Except for a few qualified, the others really left him speechless.

For example, a small bottle exuding a strong pungent smell, the student vowed to say that it contains a magical guardian spell, which can drive away crazy werewolves.

But Felix repeatedly confirmed that there was only a layer of balbo tuber pus inside. This thing was still quite dangerous and was directly confiscated by him.

Cedric finally finished his work. Felix saw his results and couldn't help but exclaimed: "You have mastered fifty-two magic texts, very good. Are you taught by yourself?"

Cedric said: "I consulted the senior students and they gave me some pointers."

...

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, Felix watched the last student leave. He said to Harry and Ron: "Thanks for your hard work." The two of them left wearily, and they needed to go back to sleep.

Hermione, who was an assistant in the magic text class, stayed. The two looked at hundreds of papers, and Felix said with a sigh, "Huge workload, I will work overtime tonight."

"We classify these papers first, just like correcting the duel class homework. I am responsible for marking the mistakes, and you are responsible for marking them."

Hermione nodded.

Felix looked at her suddenly, "You look good and get rid of the trouble of the time converter?"

Hermione said, "I talked to Percy and he provided a lot of useful advice."

She broke her hands and counted, "I need to record the time I have actually experienced, eat something every four hours, and take a break for at least half an hour; there is no need to go back to the time point in the past. Next reaction time; he also recommended a few abandoned classrooms to me, which he had used. There are also some unpopular medicines from Mrs. Pomfrey, which can relieve fatigue and improve sleep quality..."

"Sounds good." Felix said.

"Yeah, he has used it for three full years and he has a lot of experience. Percy told me that he has always kept this secret, even his girlfriend doesn't know it."

The two classified the papers according to their grades and then corrected them. To them, the above content is very familiar. The main reference book for the thesis is "Exploration of Ancient Magic Texts" written by Felix himself. As for other reference books, He has seen it many times.

And Hermione is no stranger, because the reference list of the paper is the same batch she read last year—Professor Haipu copied the topic of her assessment last year.

Felix quickly skipped the familiar content, focusing on capturing the shining points of the little wizards' own thinking.

As time passed a little bit, the No. 7 classroom was still bright as day.

"It's almost time, we will continue tomorrow."

"Professor~www.novelmt.com~ Am I coming over tomorrow morning?"

"No, I have something to do tomorrow morning, I need to go to St Mungo."

"That magic hospital?" Hermione looked at him nervously. The professor was sick? Can't even Madam Pomfrey be cured?

"I'm going to visit two friends." Felix said briefly.

Hermione nodded. She suddenly remembered her earlier question, "Professor, do you know how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban?"

Felix thought for a while, "I don't know. He comes from the ancient Black family and was a Death Eater. He may have mastered some very secret magic, and he may use it."

"But why did he escape after more than ten years?" Hermione asked puzzledly.

This question silenced Felix: "Yes, why did he escape after more than ten years? Did he find the opportunity, or is there a reason to have to escape from prison?"

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