A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Let's quickly find the right magic text," Hermione reminded them, "This lesson is very important. If you can find a suitable magic text for you, I can give you tutorials..."

"You have mastered all these magic texts? This is not a theoretical magic text, but a practical magic text!" Ron said in surprise.

"Don't be stupid, I can do it anyway," Hermione said, "but I must learn faster than you guys!"

Next, Harry and Ron's attitude became much more positive. Not only the two of them, but other little wizards are also very interested in this novel way of teaching.

Daphne Greengrass circled a dark green slender, dexterous magic symbol, "I think it's talking to me, but I can't hear it clearly."

"This is enough to explain the problem," the Gryffindor next to her said irritably, and he hasn't gained the slightest yet. "Good job, give up the position."

Neville stretched out his round hand toward a fiery red magic inscription, "Go away, Longbottom," Draco said, with two attendants following him. He looked at this magic text greedily, and it seemed to be the brightest of all symbols.

Neville took a step back coweringly, and then insisted on staying where he was, "I came first." He muttered.

"What did you say, I didn't catch it, maybe you want to try the power of the leg-locking curse again?" Draco threatened in a low voice.

"What happened?" Felix appeared suddenly, and he had been paying attention to Neville.

"Nothing, Professor." Draco smiled reservedly. "Longbottom may have performed poorly in the potions class. He is wiping tears."

Neville clenched his fist and said stubbornly: "I didn't wipe my tears." Tears rolled in his eyes.

"Malfoy, you come with me." Felix said, "The others go on, oh, Longbottom, I think the khaki text on your left is suitable for you, you can try it."

He brought Draco to the classroom.

"Professor Haipu," Draco said flusteredly. He wasn't afraid of demerit points, but he was afraid of copying two thick books. The lesson last year was still fresh in his memory.

But he heard Professor Haipu quietly asking him, "Malfoy, tell me, can bullying the weak make you happy?"

"me……"

"It turns out that since the last confinement, I haven't heard you say that word again, have I?"

Draco wanted to be tough, but he felt that his thoughts had been seen through. "No," he whispered.

The word is "mudblood".

"Isn't that great? I always thought you were a smart student. From the idea of ​​dragging dark magic items with a scarf, I knew it."

Felix said, "I think you can do more than that, Malfoy, prove it to me."

When Draco returned to the classroom, Pansy Parkinson immediately leaned over, "Draco, are you deducted or locked up?"

"No," Draco said blankly. "The professor praised me."

In the afternoon, the Mowen Club recruiting poster, which had been hanging on the bulletin board for several weeks, was finally replaced and replaced by a long list.

"There are only seven people in the first gear."

A little wizard murmured, "Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, just three Gryffindors."

"It's normal. Granger is the assistant of the magic text class. It is said that she is proficient in not only one practical magic text, but also more than a hundred rough masters. She can easily break off the armrests of the solid wood chair, and the twins, the couple mirror. Have you heard of it?" his friend said.

"Hey--how do I say, I have already booked it, but I won't get it until Halloween."

"The start speed is so fast, I'm still hesitating!"

"First come first served."

"Who are the rest?"

"There is only one Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory, he really is the best. Besides, Ravenclaw has two, and Slytherin has one-the surnamed Jeffrey The prefect, the one who is usually quite arrogant."

On the stairs on the third floor of the castle, Felix was talking to a young girl with tousled golden hair, her wand sticking behind her left ear.

Luna Lovegood handed him two parchments.

"What is this?" Felix took it.

"It's my thesis, but I only wrote two feet, not enough words."

"Do you want me to help you pass the level? You are not old enough." Felix said with a smile.

"No, I was worried that you would be sad if you can't recruit people, so I just wrote something. I went to see it on the day of the assessment. There were many people, so I didn't go in." Luna said, shaking her hair. "I also recommend that Ravenclaw students sign up."

Felix said with a weird face: "I have heard more than one Ravenclaw student say that there is a crazy...a second-year student promoted the Magic Club to them one by one."

"Yes, that's my nickname, crazy girl, I don't think it's a bad thing."

"Thank you, Miss Lovegood."

"We are friends, aren't we?" She glanced at him as if confirming.

"Yes, Luna."

Luna laughed, "By the way, I really want to ask you about one thing..."

Felix looked at her, "As long as I know."

"I ran into a professor two days ago and she has been inviting me to be her assistant."

Felix suspected that he had heard it wrong. Why is this method so familiar? Which professor learned from him and wanted to be lazy?

"Who invited you?" he asked.

"I don't know either, I haven't seen it before." She shook her head and said.

"You can always describe what it looks like?"

"Wearing a pair of beautiful insect glasses and a shiny transparent shawl, and she has more bracelets on her wrist than mine," she described seriously, and at the same time deliberately emphasized: "A lot more!"

How could Felix hear these descriptions so much like Sybil Trelawney? But the Trelawney in Luna's mouth has been beautified too much, shouldn't it be said that she is the same Ravenclaw...

He looked at Luna seriously, and asked tentatively: "How did you meet together?"

Luna Lovegood is only in the second grade, and logically, it is impossible for her to come into contact with Sybil Trelawney.

"I came out of classroom No. 7 that day, thinking of nothing to do, I just wandered around in the castle, and met a very interesting portrait of a knight on the eighth floor-he came to look for the lost horse, we talked a few words, he told There is a free show to watch in the trapdoor room of my north tower."

"The person you are talking about is Trelawney? Why didn't I know that she has a hobby of acting?" Felix couldn't believe it, but Trelawney's residence was indeed on the top of the North Tower, connected to her divination classroom together.

Luna nodded first, and then she put on a frightened expression, "Yes, it's unknown...Honey, don't force me, I can't say it!" Then she said solemnly, "It's this kind of performance, to be honest, I Not very good at this."

Felix said with a dull expression: "Then, what happened? She would never peek at her black calendar because of you...Her performance would have caught you at the first glance, right?"

"No~www.novelmt.com~ Except that she seemed a little excited-maybe I interrupted her state, but then she said that I might have some celestial eyes and invited me to be her assistant."

Felix asked, "Have you heard of a divination class?"

"Yes," Luna blinked her light-colored eyes. "Yes, one of the third grade electives, but I'm not going to take divination."

"why?"

"I prefer to look at the stars. A horse friend of mine taught me astrology and also gave me some sage and fragrant mallow. Through roasting, it will attract a group of smoke-like creatures. They twist themselves into Various shapes to make predictions." Luna said.

Isn’t it just observing the shape of the smoke? Felix guessed.

"--And I have decided to take the ancient magic text and magical creature protection class next year, there may be a conflict in time."

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