A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The tone of December is squally wind and blizzard. Compared with the vast expanse of the world, Hogwarts Castle is like a small animal wearing a white felt hat in the snow.

Such as a sniff.

A pair of Hogwarts students stood chatting in the courtyard. "Come here a little," Eleanor said, and she took a locket from her thin dress pocket and observed it carefully. "I remember there are buttons to adjust the range on the edge..."

The boy next to her hesitated and sat a little closer. Caldwell watched her fiddle with the **** on the locket intently.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"The thermostat locket, my mother sent me." Eleanor explained, lowering her head to study. "All right!"

"What...wow." Caldwell exclaimed. He felt a warm breath seeping in through the cold clothes. It was a little uncomfortable at first, because the heat made him suddenly aware of himself. The clothes on the outer layer were so cold, but soon, he squinted comfortably.

It seems to be back to summer suddenly.

"I said why you didn't put on the thick woolen cloak, it turns out that there is this...this thermostat box!" Caldwell said, his face flushed with the heat, and he hurriedly wrapped it around his neck My thick scarf is loose.

"It's a constant temperature locket," Eleanor repeated, and then showed him the locket. "There are two knobs on it, one for the control range, and one for the temperature. It is a new product launched by the "Future World" company. , Mom immediately mailed it to me via Owl."

"Future world?" Caldwell heard another unfamiliar word.

"Oh! This is a very famous company recently, and their news is everywhere. The Magic Light Show, the collaboration with the Weird Sisters, in the branches of Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade... They also launched the upcoming release There are more than a dozen items in the product list. I especially want the jade crown."

Caldwell looked at her enviously, "You know so much, it's not like I don't know anything."

"Because my mother is a wizard, she graduated from Hufflepuff—just like me, she told me the little secret of the kitchen..." Eleanor squinted and said. She has moon-white hair and a small face. round.

"So don't worry, just ask me if you don't understand," she said, patting her chest.

Sitting on the benches in the courtyard, they watched the men and women who walked leisurely on the weekend, and pointed to everyone who passed by.

"You see, that person is Slytherin, you can tell from the color of his scarf."

"The two girls are holding magic puppets, which are props for the ancient magic text class. I guess they are looking for a secluded place to play."

"Ha, look at that guy, does his clothes look like the little wizard Mick? Especially the way he scratches his head, it's so stupid..." Eleanor giggled.

Caldwell listened carefully, then pointed to a person in the distance, "Professor Moody!"

The two fell silent and watched quietly as Moody dragged one leg, approaching and leaving from a distance. They held their breath until he turned a corner and the "crunchy" snow stepping finally disappeared.

"He's really scary, isn't he?" Eleanor said softly.

"Yeah, you are right," Caldwell agreed. "You can't believe how terrible it was when he yelled at me the day when he picked the Warriors, the distance from that tattered nose. I'm less than three inches, thanks to a young professor who saved me..."

"Stop talking." Eleanor immediately remembered the scene of her being reprimanded by Professor Moody when she dyed the puffed wool in class.

Under the effect of the constant temperature locket, the bitter cold wind turned into a refreshing spring breeze, which was so cool that Caldwell was comfortable. He felt that Eleanor had adjusted the temperature of the locket too high. The two of them seemed to be sitting by the fireplace, and the surrounding snow unknowingly fainted.

"What's that?" Caldwell said suddenly. He pointed to the snow in the courtyard. "There is something underneath."

"I don't know." Eleanor said. She took her wand out of her pocket and looked at the snow warily. Caldwell did the same thing, but they were all first-year freshmen and didn't learn a few useful ones. Spell.

"It must be a living creature!" Caldwell said. They raised their legs and placed them on the edge of the chair, watching carefully what was in the snow dragged a long track, and then they were not far from them. The place stopped.

Just when Caldwell began to think about whether a big mouth full of fangs would suddenly appear, the snow puffed up a small bag, "It's coming out!" Eleanor said nervously, clinging to one hand. Live on Caldwell's arm.

"Don't, don't worry, it doesn't look big... I should be able to handle... Huh?"

He was about to inflate for Eleanor, a pink beak poked out, and then a furry head was revealed.

"Hum!"

Sniff Warren raised his head, looked around against a layer of snow, paused on Eleanor and Caldwell, glanced at the direction of the courtyard exit, and got into the snow again.

"What's that... It doesn't look terrible." Caldwell said, and he couldn't help blushing. Maybe Eleanor got too close and the locket was too hot.

"A sniffer." Eleanor said, "I heard the prefect say that a professor in the school raised sniffer...Oh, bad."

"What's wrong?"

"We missed an opportunity! The prefect said that this sniff has a lot of treasures, and no one knows what good things are hidden in its pockets, but as long as it sees it, it will take out the treasure and exchange it with you!"

"What can a sniff, a good-looking stone?" Caldwell asked, all he could think of was this.

"More than that, I heard that a pair of twins gave this one a box of sniffing and struggling to draw fireworks, but in the end they changed to a quill pen that can draw in the air, and the characters drawn will move... and a student gave it away. I replaced it with a luminous grass and replaced it with a bottle of blue bubbling water."

"Blow bubbles?"

"A bubble that can put people in!"

Caldwell imagined Eleanor being put into a blue bubble, and he found himself looking forward to it. But the sniffer had left, and he could only watch the traces of sniffer left on the snow.

...

Sniffing Wallen is enjoying a rare holiday. It has made an agreement with the Great Devil. Every time he learns a hundred words, he can go out and stroll around, the kind that no one is watching.

Coming out of the courtyard and walking a certain distance, it stuck its head out again. It smelled a dozen familiar smells, picked one of them, and moved quickly. Raising my head occasionally, I can still hear some conversations that seem to understand but not understand——

"I only tell you, who made you my sister... Professor Trelawney predicts that something bad will happen!"

"Really," said a voice lacking interest, "who is going to die this time?"

"Padma Petir!" The person who spoke before sounded unhappy, "You should learn to respect the professor."

"Sorry, Ravenclaw only respects people who are truly educated."

Sniffing Varun poked his head out of the snow, and saw a pair of twin sisters who looked alike struggling, he hesitated to walk back.

"Look, it's sniffing! Don't go, I want to exchange something with you!" One of the witches ran towards it excitedly, and Warren was taken aback, and quickly got into the snow and ran away.

This time it was a lot more cautious. When I hear a voice, I will deliberately slow down. Soon, it smelled a familiar voice, no, three.

"The people of Vagado don't live in a snow house, do they?"

"Fred, you are insulting my African friends, they have their own station... The environment is really not good, but it must be better than Demstrang, the poor ghost ship, swaying in the wind... …" said a fast-talking voice, not sounding very angry.

"Did you really make friends with them?" Fred asked somewhat surprised.

"Look at my braids, brother, we are all bronze eagles tonight!" Li Qiaodan shouted the slogan of no money.

"Oh, Lee, the students at Ravenclaw College would be unhappy..." George said with a smile.

Sniff passed quickly like a black shadow, and found his goal before entering the main building of the castle.

"That's definitely a terrible idea." Ron said.

"I don't think so~www.readwn.com~ Hermione said calmly.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous? We squatted for two hours outside the camp of Ifamoni just to say a few words to the goblins... I was almost frightened to death when they pointed their arrows at me."

Harry was silent. Today he wanted to sleep in on the weekend, but Hermione insisted on taking them to interview the goblins, asking them about their lives in Ifamoni, and saying that he was going to be with Hogwarts. The house elves make a comparative study.

As a result, the goblins unceremoniously drove them away. As for the impression... he is now wooden from head to toe, and just wants to go back to take a hot bath, and doesn't want to talk at all.

At this time, a black shadow rushed out from in front of him, and he subconsciously drew out his wand, but stopped when he saw the black shadow clearly, "Warren?" he cried out in surprise.

Sniff followed his shoulders to his head, watching Ron and Hermione arguing condescendingly.

"Haw (Go on)!"

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