A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 Facing the fifth and seventh grade students, Professor Haipu is another face.

　　Waving his magic wand, he handed out a copy of the paper to the students. This was the test paper for their last class.

　　 Felix stood on the stage and did not speak, but a low air pressure had enveloped the little wizards.

　　 They are both seventh graders and have had a "classmate friendship" with this professor for three years, especially when they first entered school, Felix happened to be in fifth grade that year.

　　 What did he do when he was in fifth grade?

　　 Well, it was just an invitation to a certain Shafik family, so these students witnessed the most brutal side of someone as soon as they enrolled, leaving a serious psychological shadow.

　　In the eyes of the immature and innocent first-year freshmen, is that an invitation to a duel? That's the death notice! It's still the kind given by the whole family.

　　 Felix played with his magic wand, seeing the atmosphere brewing almost, finally said, "This is your test score in the last class. To be honest, I am a little disappointed, quite disappointed..."

　　 "Marcus!"

Marcus Flint stood up tremblingly, "Teach...Professor." Felix may not remember him, but he remembers Felix clearly because the "Shafik" was sitting there. Next to him.

　　 are both pure-bloods. His father asked the senior to take care of him. As a result, he bumped into Da Lei just after school started.

　　 He still can't forget the spirited senior man lying on the ground.

　　 Felix walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, "The grades are a little bad, and I will show you well in the future. I am optimistic about you."

　　 "It's...Professor."

　　 What can Marcus say, go back and play fortune!

　　 Felix was very satisfied with the attitude of this Slytherin. After all, it was his own academy, so it was still very impressive.

　　 "We started the class. Today's content is a bit too much. I will tell you quickly. After you go back, you will make these three sets of papers."

　　 "After all, your NEWTs exam is this year..."

　　……

　　 Saturday, Gryffindor common room.

　　 Percy looked tired. He had just completed a twelve-inch essay on the history of magic, "The History and Innovation of the Crucible", but there are still 6 subject assignments waiting for him-there are too many courses he has chosen.

　　 Damn, if this goes on, there will be no time for dating!

　　 Hermione walked out of the girls’ dormitory holding a large book, and saw Harry and Ron gathered around a table. There were seven or eight little wizards beside them. They seemed to be looking at something interesting.

　　 She walked over, and the Weasley twins were there. In fact, they were directing two magic puppets to dance with their wands.

　　 She recognized these two puppets, which happened to be the two shown by Professor Haipu in the public class.

　　 Accompanied by silent music (that is, no music), a half-foot-tall man and woman huddled together, dancing gracefully, walking briskly on the table—this is their dance floor.

Lee Jordan is explaining the "story": "In this way, the fire man and the ice girl fell in love, and these young men and women became the envy of everyone. But the good times did not last long, and their ideas had a serious conflict. So just fight!"

　　 And Fred and George also cooperated with his explanation. Fred waved his wand first, and the ice girl kicked the fire man in the face.

　　 "Oh! The ice girl took the lead and kicked her former lover a full two feet with one foot. Did the former mountain alliance disappear like this?" Lee Jordan was heartbroken and shouted.

　　 George was unwilling to show weakness, he shook his wand one after another, Huo Man jumped up suddenly, a punch hit the ice girl's stomach, and then kicked her far away.

　　 "Finally, the fire man is not worried, love is not as good as the struggle of ideas! He had to make a move, he moved, he moved, he finally made his foot! Beautiful!"

　　 A little witch onlookers took a bite.

　　Hermione was stunned at the side, you guys really know how to play and have a plot.

　　 After a few more minutes, Huo Nan took advantage of a wave of quick punches and flew out with a kick, but suddenly fell in mid-air.

　　 Then, the ice girl also stood still.

　　 "No battery, no battery!" Dean Thomas, who grew up in the Muggle world, said unexplained words.

　　 Fred and George grabbed the puppet and ran to the corner, and began to engrave the ancient magic text again.

　　 "Professor Haipu is really bad, he can only move for half an hour after adding the magic text." Many little wizards denounced a certain professor.

　　 The crowd dispersed, and the Hermione trio found a place to sit down again.

　　 Hermione glanced at the twins in the distance, "They can already do this?"

"It's nothing. Many wizards spend a lot of time on this." Ron explained, "Fred said, Cedric of Hufflepuff, often gets up in the middle of the night to practice secretly, just before Halloween. Won the first prize in the exam and won the mystery award."

　　 "There is also a girl witch, holding a magic puppet and not letting go all day."

　　Hermione nodded. Indeed, I can see the little wizard holding the magic puppet everywhere this week, "But, isn't this Fred's magic puppet?"

Ron said casually: "He borrowed it from Angelina in order to reproduce the classic battle in the auditorium. But if I want to say, they are almost too, I mean, they just finished the first set of magic texts. And they need to master four groups, just like collecting chocolate frog cards, putting all the skills together to form a set..."

　　 "Harry, you have no training today?"

　　 Harry grimaced, "Training in the afternoon." Although it has just been two weeks, he can't bear it anymore.

Ron suddenly laughed "chickingly". He looked at Harry and Hermione and whispered: "It is said that Wood has been having a headache about how to write his ancient magic text homework, Professor Tohip's blessing, ha Lee can spend a relaxing day."

　　 "The homework is difficult?" Hermione guessed.

　　 "No," Ron sighed, "but this professor's sixth grade homework is not a translation, but a thousand-word composition named "My Summer Vacation."

　　 Hermione has a sense of familiarity inexplicably.

　　 This style seems to be very common in her elementary school...

　　Professor Haipu is also from Muggle, and he has a real life experience, Hermione thought.

　　 The three of them were chatting, Percy stood up suddenly, quickly packed up, and left without looking back.

　　 It's time, go on a date!

Looking at Percy’s back, Harry thoughtfully, "He looks a little irritable~www.novelmt.com~Ron shrugged," Percy has taken too many classes. He has passed 12 OWLs. , I still want to choose 12 courses this year, but I was partly dismissed by Professor McGonagall. "

　　 The two sighed with emotion, and then looked at Hermione together. Is this what Hermione will look like in the future?

　　 Hermione ignored these two people and sat reading a book.

　　 Harry looked at Hermione’s "Ancient Demon History" and couldn’t help asking her, "Didn’t you pass the test? Why are you still reading this book?"

　　 Hermione turned a page, "Professor Haipu left a bunch of comments on my thesis. They are all things I should pay attention to. Moreover, I found that the ancient magic text is quite interesting."

　　 "It's interesting..."

　　 The two scumbags looked at each other. Every time they discussed learning issues with Hermione, they felt that the thing around their neck was a pumpkin that Hagrid had planted in the ground.

　　 So they started playing Wizard Chess on their own.

　　In the afternoon, Wood took the team members out of the common room. Harry wanted to ask him what to do with his ancient magic text homework, but when he thought that even the end of the world would not be able to stop his enthusiasm for training, he finally closed his mouth.

　　 I ran into Colin Crevy on the road, and the sticky spirit greeted enthusiastically "Hello! Harry" again, and Harry replied weakly, "You are also good, Colin".

　　 He had anticipated that the next training would inevitably be accompanied by countless flashes and shutter sounds.

　　 Inside the castle, Ron was a little boring and could only do his homework.

　　 He stared at the blank parchment paper for a long time, and finally used this paper to fold a paper airplane. The paper airplane hit Neville’s nose, causing him to make a cry of pain.

　　 In the evening, after dinner, Hermione reported to Felix's office.