A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The day passed so peacefully. The next day the Ministry of Magic held a press conference. The Minister of Magic Amelia Bones personally acted as the spokesperson. She stood on the steps, and below was a group of reporters and photographers, dotted with people who ran by to watch the excitement. She looked at Kingsley, and Kingsley nodded slightly at her.

Ms. Bones announced quietly:

"The rumors that Mr. Felix Hayp obtained the old magic wand previously advertised in the newspapers have been proved to be untrue. I personally checked his wand, and that wand is not the elderberry in the rumor. It’s an explanation. As we all know, in addition to his extraordinary accomplishments in the fields of ancient magic writing and Muggle research, Mr. Haipu is also a very childlike writer. "It came from him. When conceiving this masterpiece, he referred to a large number of works of the same type. Naturally, the spirit of the poet Bidou, who has influenced countless little wizards, is also integrated into it."

"Are you trying to say that Mr. Haipu named his wand the old wand because of his admiration for the poet Pidou?"

"Yes."

"Madam, are you denying the existence of the old wand?"

"Maybe it really exists, but it is definitely not in the hands of Mr. Haipu now, nor within the scope of our discussion today." Ms. Bones replied.

"How did you check, if he did a disguise?"

"I won't doubt my eyes." Ms. Bones said coldly, "Next."

"What if he still has a second wand?"

Bones looked at the speaker from under the monocle: "I don't remember having invited you, which newspaper reporter are you?"

"Ahem, I'm here to travel, to travel." The bald man who asked the question whispered.

"Very good," said Ms. Bones calmly, "we will check your entry approval documents after the press conference, or you will be prepared to pay the fine."

She cleared her throat and continued:

"The matter may be more complicated than I imagined. I can reveal one piece of news: The editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" who approved this article is suspected of being under the Imperius Curse. This shows that there may be a conspiracy behind the incident, given the current situation. , There is reason to suspect that it has something to do with Voldemort and his evil gang."

The press conference on the red carpet became silent, as if someone had chanted a curse.

"Ahem, are you sure?"

"I used the words'suspected' and'maybe'," Ms. Bones said sternly. "But if you are well informed, you will find that this article has appeared in more than a dozen countries, which is impossible. It's a coincidence!"

"I personally despise the framers, because the people behind the scenes can't tell even the most basic fact, that is, Mr. Haipu's own research field is ancient magic texts, and the magic texts boom that is booming in the UK at this stage is him. Pushed by one hand.

Although Mr. Haipu is not good at words, he still feels distressed at this upside-down behavior. So he entrusted me to hold an exchange meeting in the village of Hogsmeade on the last weekend of October-on October 27th -"

At this time, some reporters questioned again.

"Why is it taking so long? As long as he stands up and says that he has never held an old wand before?" Rita Skeeter's eyes flickered, and her question evoked a voice of approval.

"Because that's just a small matter!" Ms. Burns interrupted her, "Compared with the promotion of ancient magic texts, the old magic wand is worthless in Mr. Haipu's eyes. This is the difference between you and him—"

Rita Skeeter glared at her viciously.

Others recorded excitedly that the quill seemed to be smoking, and the white light of the flash kept flashing.

"Furthermore, it must be mentioned that Dumbledore, who is the president of the International Wizarding Federation, the chief mage of Wissengarmore, and the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has submitted an application to the International Wizarding Federation as a An international event will invite enough prestigious wizards to come, including experts on ancient characters from all over the world, and principals of magic schools from all over the world."

The reporters were stunned. The various feather pens hanging in the air also seemed to be in poor contact, and fell to the ground one after another.

Big news.

Rita Skeeter grabbed the green feathers of the quill, the expression on her face was very excited, and she promised to help.

In the next few minutes, only the excitement of the quill was left.

"...All outsiders must report in advance, and the scope of their activities is limited to the village of Hogsmeade. Violators will receive severe punishment..."

"Can you talk about the exchange meeting?"

"What can be revealed at the moment is that in addition to presenting his own research results, Mr. Haipu will reluctantly take the time to accept anyone's challenge—"

"Wait! Challenge?"

The reporters smelled the key words.

"Yes." Ms. Bones said, looking at a few excited strange faces on the court-they were obviously foreign wizards, and there was no reason to feel pity in her heart. Only she and a few wizards in Wiesengamau have seen the scene of Felix Hayp and Voldemort fighting.

Since you are so happy, you wouldn't refuse to sign the status of life and death, right? She continued to speak calmly:

"The event is expected to last three days..."

"The Ministry of Magic will actively negotiate with the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and will take the form of live broadcast, and Future World Corporation will provide technical support..."

The press conference ended with excitement.

When the news reached Hogwarts, it was already the next morning. The students hurriedly exchanged information with each other at the table, occasionally showing unspoken expressions when their eyes met, which meant: "I said there was big news. Right." Then rushed to class.

In the next few days, there was a restless atmosphere in the school, and this restlessness was reflected in the next class. Courageous students couldn't help asking about related topics.

"Professor Black, may I ask you or Professor Haipu who is better?" A very unpleasant student asked an unpleasant question.

Sirius stared at him, "This comparison is meaningless. Besides, it is forbidden to instigate the relationship between professors, so Gryffindor deducts five points."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione grinned.

It’s hard to hide their actions from Sirius. He regretted telling them that he had been hanged by Felix. At the moment, he was a little bit ashamed and angry. He said with a black face, "Since you asked, I can just answer a similar Question: How do you think you are better than the Auror?"

"We can try." He carried his wand, and looked at the people ill-intentionally, "Really feel that Aurors have a lot of opportunities to be exposed to battle. Unlike your play house, it is a real battle, and opponents are often cunning. The dark wizard."

"Even if you master the same magic, people who have had training in dueling and those who have not experienced it behave completely differently. Furthermore, those who have actual combat experience are completely different from those who have not. This gap is reflected in the understanding of duels. In those tiny details."

"Just say me, I don't necessarily exceed you too much, but even with the same spell, the power is controlled at the same level, the gap is still quite wide..." He paused and made a provocative gesture, meaning already It's obvious.

"Then—who is the first to come?"

Harry was eager to try, but Sirius pretended not to see it. He still remembered his grudge, "Sabini, you come." He clicked on someone, and Blaise Sabini stood up confidently, his friend blew Loud whistle. "Harry, you call to start."

Sirius and Blaise stood face to face, staring at each other's faces. When Harry yelled "Start", the two moved at the same time, Sirius's wrist flicked and Brace's wand flew out immediately.

"A little trick, but if you hold the wand firmly, the power of the spell can only make your arm slightly tilted, but it is just right here." Sirius said, "come again."

Brace picked up the wand unconvincedly, this time his wand was firmly held in the palm of his hand.

"Start!"

The two raised their wands together--

"Except for your weapons!" Brays shouted grandiosely, but Sirius hit him first.

"Silent spellcasting always makes you a step ahead." Sirius said with his head tilted.

"This time I chant the spell like you, and we will come again." He said.

Braith hesitated, picked up his wand from the ground, and looked at Sirius cautiously.

After a moment of silence.

"Except your weapons!" "Except your weapons!" The two shouted at the same time~www.readwn.com~ Only this time Sirius suddenly bowed his head and quickly dodges the spell, but Brays was sturdy and struck. I don't know how many times the wand flew out of my hand.

"Even if two people are chanting the spell at the same time, I still have the opportunity to dodge, or use a magic wand to pick up the spell. In short, there are many ways." Sirius said: "But even if you read it from textbooks or story books, or even privately I have practiced it, but in actual combat, it may still not be useful, or it may not be used well."

"Your professor of last year, Alastor Moody, I have dealt with him. He has a saying that sounds good, stay alert at all times. Of course I don’t want you to learn from him, but at least, you should know what to do when danger comes. What to do, if you can’t learn it, use your body to remember.”

...

In the dead of night, Felix unfolded a new version of the live map, and the lines of Hogwarts Castle and the Forbidden Forest were intertwined with each other, springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain. His index finger lightly tapped on an inconspicuous corner, and the light and shadow flickered and the clouds were lingering. The original pattern quickly disappeared, extending a new path from the corner of Hogwarts Castle, twists and turns, until the new location appeared.

It was a small village, composed of many small houses and shops, with many familiar names: Ambrose Froom of the Honey Duke, Pattif of Madame Petitfu’s Tea House, Rosemerta of Three Broomsticks, Joko from the Joko shop, and the barman at the Pig's Head... Aberforth Dumbledore.

To be honest, Felix was really taken aback when he saw this name for the first time.

At this moment, he lowered his head and looked down at Hog Modri’s name with the dim light——

"Let me look for them. Who are the strangers who show up, and who are stupid enough to wander around Hogwarts?"