A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Towards the end of the dinner, the students were full and the voices in the auditorium gradually became noisy.

More and more people realized the fact that Principal Dumbledore was not here tonight. They cast their eyes to the professor's chair and talked about it, and an uneasy agitation filled the air.

Felix watched this scene silently, and Professor Flivy's sharp voice came to his ears through two seats.

"Minerva, did Principal Dumbledore get caught in something?"

"I don't know." Professor McGonagall tightened his lips, twisting his hands together, looking very tangled. She looked at the pointing students in the auditorium, and suddenly stood up.

"classmates--"

Her voice spread far away, and the auditorium gradually calmed down. Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and was about to explain, when the direction of the auditorium was suddenly loud.

Professor McGonagall felt relieved and Dumbledore appeared.

He stood at the entrance of the auditorium, behind the dimly lit foyer, but his silver-white hair and beard were gleaming under the light of a jack-o-lantern.

The uneasy atmosphere accumulated in the air disappeared suddenly.

With a smile on Dumbledore's face, he strode across the gap between the dining tables in the auditorium, and people talked eagerly again, but this time the atmosphere in the air was relaxed and cheerful. Dumbledore was standing on his own star chair, and Harry keenly noticed that he was wearing those white gloves again, and the black jewel ring was also put away.

"The color of the beard has returned," Hermione whispered.

Harry stared at the conspicuous fuchsia robe and white gloves on Dumbledore, guessing whether the hands inside the gloves were intact, and did not pay attention to the beard. "What did you say?" He asked subconsciously. .

"Principal Dumbledore's beard is not the same as it was in battle," Hermione whispered, and looked at it with her neck, "but it's back now."

"What's the matter?" Ron poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and patted his stomach filled with food contentedly.

"I saw it too," Neville whispered. "The headmaster's beard darkened during the battle. It was an iron gray, a bit like, like..."

"The owner of the pig's head bar!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione withdrew their eyes from the professor's seat, looked at Neville, and Neville nodded at them with a serious face.

"It may be a secret method," Ron said nervously.

"I hope so," Hermione said, "but I haven't seen it in any books... Well, unless the principal uses a deep body deformation."

"It must be so." Ron gave a final word.

"But why did Principal Dumbledore do that?" Harry asked puzzledly. The important lesson he learned from the duel club was not to do extra moves in battle. He looked at the professor's seat again.

Dumbledore didn't sit down directly. He stood in front of the chair and looked at the students in the auditorium. His voice died down again, and people looked at him eagerly.

"Ah, please forgive me, there have been too many newspapers mentioning my name recently, and I am going to cut all the parts that mention my name," Dumbledore blinked and said, "Owls from all over the world also filled me. In my office, these little guys have always had a soft spot for moving things. I had to pack up the silverware on the table... After all this was done, I suddenly realized that the dinner had already begun."

"I hope you can understand that for an old man, time is not only the most precious thing, but also the most overlooked thing. About this, I have a particularly deep experience when playing a ten-pin bowling game..."

He sat down, did not eat anything, but looked around the auditorium with a smile. After another ten minutes, when the last round of desserts disappeared from the table, the dinner was over.

The students stood up sparsely. They move slowly and lazily towards the door, like a group of sloths coming out to hunt for food. The professors also stood up, "Severus." Dumbledore said politely, "Can you keep it? I have something to tell you."

The two left together.

When the others were almost gone, Hagrid took out his wooden box from under the table, said hello to Felix and Sirius, and quickly slipped away.

"Everyone is weird," Sirius mumbled.

"Are you all right?" Felix asked.

"It's okay," Sirius said vaguely, "isn't it just punishment...I don't care, I'm used to it."

A vague, distant voice floated from behind them.

"If I'm sure I can't stand this, stay in school for inspection-that would be too humiliating."

Sirius stared at Trelawney, "I'm sorry? I don't seem to have seen you before, are you also a professor at the school?"

Trelawney seemed to be greatly offended, and slammed her shawl on her body, kicking away.

"She is Sybil Trelawney, a professor of divination. You have seen her several times..." Felix's tone was unpredictable. In fact, he felt very strange for the professor—he The two prophecies I know were completed by Trelawney.

"I know," Sirius said without hesitation, "I also helped Harry with homework in the divination class, you know, come up with ideas or something. Nowadays kids have a little imagination..."

Gryffindor common room.

Harry slumped into the soft armchair sleepily. He glanced at the grandfather clock at the entrance of the lounge. It was less than nine o'clock. It was too early to go to bed, but he didn't want to do anything. Harry looked at the ceiling of the lounge and flipped through the mezzanine between the seats to a rolled up newspaper.

He picked it up and saw that the picture above was of Dumbledore leaning down and grabbing his shoulder. He stared at himself twisted and twisted like a snake on the ground, and subconsciously stroked his scar.

Ron sat down next to him, his armchair trembling twice, and he stretched his head over to take a look, "Man, you were really scary back then."

Harry didn't speak, he turned a page back, "Recognizing Felix Hayp", and another page, "The only person he was afraid of: Dumbledore the Greatest White Wizard", p. The fourth edition is "The Black Demon's Mark Reappears Over Ifamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

He sat up and read the article carefully.

"After that thrilling duel was over, a lot of lagging news spread to the country. For example, the magic wand that shines has been conclusively confirmed to be Salazar Slytherin's snake stick. It is hard to imagine this wand. He actually slept in front of the Ifamuni School for more than three hundred years.

It is reported that this magic wand was brought to the United States by a descendant of Slytherin, and following the guidance of the secret, founded the Ivamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It can be concluded that the mysterious man coveted this magic wand for a long time. After obtaining the magic wand, he killed Ai Gilbert Fontana, the principal of Ifamoni, who came to stop him. Fontana is a descendant of the Twelve Aurors in the United States. During his tenure, he had a good reputation. Last year, he led the Ifamoni School delegation to participate in the first five-final competition.

The American magical community was filled with outrage and strongly demanded the surrender of the murderer of Principal Fontana.

...

At present, Ifamoni has not elected a new principal, the only person who witnessed the death of Principal Fontane at the time of the incident was a young Muggle professor, Yuria Edmond, who was lucky enough to avoid the slaughter.

When asked, Edmund said, ‘The battle ended too quickly. Although Principal Fontana resisted stubbornly, the opponent’s tactics were evil and weird, and all defenses collapsed in an instant...’

As of today, the Magic Congress of the United States has not publicly issued a statement. There are rumors that they have sent Aurors to intercept the mysterious people, and the result has been heavy losses. Principal Dumbledore and Ms. Bones called on all wizards to unite and fight against the mysterious people and their Death Eaters.

This message has not been confirmed. "

Harry put down the newspaper, his heart heavy.

Ron said optimistically: "Don't worry, Hogwarts can be said to be the safest place in the world. Mysterious people will never come over."

"You're right," Harry said, his mood a little better.

Ron glanced at Hermione, who was writing and drawing on the table, and whispered: "We can't do anything in school. Instead of worrying about this, we should be concerned about the troubles close at hand."

"What's the trouble?"

"The Quidditch game is coming. I asked Angelina. The first game is scheduled for the weekend. We are against Slytherin. Professor McGonagall specifically waived our homework this week, and Snape even moved ahead. I have booked all the venues that can be reserved in October, Harry, everyone wants to win!"

...

On the first weekend of November, Valen went out happily, wearing a small scarf, swaying all the way.

The ground in the courtyard was covered with a thin layer of snow, but that was nothing to it, and Warren stepped on a series of small footprints, looking for a target everywhere.

"Wow! Look, it's the little rich woman."

A crowd of people gathered around.

Warren nodded vigorously, pulling away a finger that wanted to scratch his chin. It jumped onto the bench in the courtyard, and then these little wizards took out the "babies" they had collected.

"I found a shiny pebble by the black lake!" a boy said proudly.

Warren shook his head, and the others shouted.

"Wallen already has a lot of luminous stones, look at me!" A little witch mysteriously took out a small hat from her pocket with shiny small discs attached to it. Lun's eyes lit up.

"Hamm!"

It picked and picked from its pocket, and took out a few things: flying paper cranes, a ghost food, a small bottle of super bubble water, and a quill floating in the air. The little witch looked very hesitant.

"It's super bubble water, choose that one soon!" There was a little wizard next to it.

"What's the use of this quill?" the little witch asked curiously.

Warren picked up a quill and wrote a crooked word in the air, "This." The people around were exclaimed again, "I really have the smell of writing!" Warren waved his hand triumphantly at first, but thought of it. Devil, it wiped out the words in the air again with a guilty conscience.

"I want this," Mafalda said, eyes gleaming.

The first transaction was successfully completed, and Warren wore a goose-yellow hat and a scarf, feeling happy.

"Hi, Warren, do you want to take a picture?" said Colin Crevy, who was passing by.

Valen nodded repeatedly.

Colin took the camera out of him like a magic trick, opened the camera cover, and Warren called out. "What's the matter?" Colin stopped and asked, Warren reached into his pocket, took out a small wooden stick, and put on a handsome posture.

Then he nodded to Colin, indicating that he was ready, and Colin took a picture of it.

"I'll give you the washed photos in two days." He waved away, "I'm going to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the game. After a year, I can't miss it."

Warren's eyes lit up, and it quickly completed the remaining few transactions. Even the boy with the smooth pebbles got a card with twelve kinds of laughter and left with satisfaction.

Warren returned to the castle and followed the foyer to the stone steps in front of the castle. He set up the pergola with his hands and looked at the Quidditch Stadium in the distance, and began to worry about the road too far.

It wanted to go to the Quidditch stadium to watch the game, but it was too tired to walk over. Varen stood on the edge of the steps and looked around. At this time, it heard a keen voice, "...Astoria, can you Can't save me dim sum..."

"What's the matter with me?" said an aggrieved voice.

"Although Professor Bins is a ghost, he is also a professor at the school. You can't use ghost food to tease him in class..."

Astoria just wanted to refute, she saw a sniffer impulsively in front of her, opening her arms to stop them.

"It's you, little guy?"

Astoria happily jumped in front of it, reaching out to sniff her head, Warren jumped away quickly, and angrily took out a small wooden stick and pointed at her.

"Oh, where did you get the wand?" Astoria said in surprise.

Daphne also took a serious look, "Different from what is shown in the newspaper, it's not Professor Haipu's wand. Isn't it the student's?"

Valen shook his head repeatedly, pulled out a quill from his pocket, and writhfully wrote a word in the air, "Mine." It patted his chest.

Astoria "cut", "It's yours, can you use it?"

Warren was so excited that he almost jumped up. It was just waiting for these words. It waved to Astoria and put on a provocative posture.

The expression on Astoria's face was dull.

"Does it fight me?" She looked at her sister blankly, and Daphne shrugged.

Astoria turned her head, she found that Warren was nodding her head and beckoning her with her eyes: Yes, that's what you think. She froze for two seconds, "pouch" laughed, and winked at her sister Daphne.

"Daphne, look at it, haha, it's funny..."

Two seconds later, Astoria took out the wand solemnly and said, "Since you have asked for it, then I can't refuse... sneer... I forgot to tell you, I got it in the first grade. The champion of the duel competition was the only one."

Daphne covered her face and didn't want to see her naive sister, "Are you serious?"

"Oh, I'll be merciful." Astoria waved her hand and said, she looked at Valen with a stare, "Don't say I bully you, let you do it first."

Warren turned his little hand around the place twice, and then raised the little wooden stick.

A rapid whirlwind appeared out of nowhere and lifted Astoria up. She was swept into ten feet of air and whirled with the whirlwind. Astoria helplessly—and with a little dazedness, stretched out his hand and scratched it a few times, but found that he couldn't do anything. Several people passing by pointed at her, covered their mouths and smirked, and almost made her nose crooked.

What's even more annoying is that in the process, Valen and Daphne stood together and looked at her with interest, Daphne smiled back and forth.

After flying in the air for nearly a minute, the whirlwind that entangled her gradually subsided. When Astoria landed on the ground, her eyes were staring gold, dizzy, and she couldn't stand still, "Valen!" she shouted angrily. In a word, Zhang Ya Wu Claw rushed towards Valen~www.readwn.com~ but walked crookedly in just a few short steps, but instead rushed to Fanny.

Astoria raised her head from her sister's arms in dissatisfaction, and found that Warren's bright black eyes were staring at her, and the little yellow hat and luminous patch on her head were shining in the sun.

Ten minutes later, Warren sat on Daphne's shoulders and followed them to the Quidditch Stadium.

Astoria bulged her cheeks all the way.

"Warren, why did you suddenly learn magic?" Daphne asked curiously.

"Hamm!"

"Professor Haipu helped you?"

Sniffing and shaking his head.

"Strange... How did I discover that your wand is inlaid with a few small gems? Is there any secret?" Daphne saw a trace of the door.

Warren shook his body and hurriedly hid his treasure in his pocket. It means nothing.

The Quidditch stadium was crowded with people. Since there were no matches all year in the last school year, people's interest and enthusiasm for the first game of the new school year has increased. Almost everything is coming. The students braved the bitter cold and excited. Ground twitter.

Warren waved his hand and parted with sisters Greengrass, it smelled the scent of the big devil.

It jumped off Daphne's shoulders, fetched two small bottles from his pockets and handed them to them, um, as travel expenses.

"Ghost food? I have a share too?" Astoria asked in surprise.

Warren nodded cheerfully. After all, you are the first person I defeated, and you are also the "duel champion". This is the first step for the great sniffing magician Valen to step on the stage of history. He has all thoughts about it and waits for it to defeat the big devil. Just write an autobiography, and then I will definitely describe the first battle in great detail...

When Warren disappeared, Daphne stretched out her hand with a stern face: "Confiscated!" Seeing the situation is not good, Astoria slipped into the crowd and disappeared.