A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 Felix stayed in Snape's office until the end of the first class in the afternoon, and then hurriedly left to teach the seventh-grade little wizard.

　　 He stood on the podium, looking at the little wizards in the four colleges below the stage.

　　 Add up to less than twenty, "Tsk tsk! Too few."

　　 As early as the beginning of the school year, Felix communicated with Professor McGonagall that he could "appropriately" relax the students' grades and allow some little wizards with A grades to enter his improvement class.

　　The reason for doing this is also with the idea of ​​"one more can be one". Maybe he can use his strong personality charm to fool a little wizard into the big family of ancient magic texts.

　　 Before he arrived, the course had been tepid and the response was very flat. Except for those wizards who are interested in studying ancient documents, or who want to work in the Gringotts or the Ministry of Magic's nursing department, others have little interest in this.

So in his seventh grade class, he was either a master student, who could not let go of his mistakes, so he could choose as many people as possible; or he was a scumbag who happened to be lucky enough to get an A (pass) in the ancient magic text. The slippery fish.

　　 For example, Marcus Flint, he is a typical representative of scumbags. After entering the seventh grade, he took two courses in total-Protecting Magical Creatures and Ancient Magic Texts.

　　The ancient magic text was entered by Felix, otherwise he would be able to take a class.

　　 As far as Felix knows, the protection of magical creatures in the seventh grade will increase the knowledge of raising and cultivating rare magical creatures. A lot of information needs to be consulted and memorized. With Marcus Flint's brains comparable to trolls, Felix really didn't know how he passed.

　　 On the podium, Felix waved his magic wand, causing dozens of papers to fly around and fall in front of the corresponding little wizard.

　　 He commented: "In general, your grades are improving steadily. But I must remind you that in accordance with the previous NEWTs assessment standards, you must translate a complete ancient document."

　　 "This means that in the course of your exam, there may be quite remote ancient magic texts, and you can't find the corresponding knowledge when you search through the five-year ancient magic texts."

　　 "Professor, how should we respond?" said a Ravenclaw witch, wearing a pair of very recognizable thick glasses.

　　 "Miss Vera, this involves a little test skills, such as guessing the meaning of words."

　　 "Speculate the meaning of the word?" Vera pushed his glasses, and asked puzzledly.

"In the ancient magic texts of grades six and seven, there is a lot of space to explain the evolution of ancient magic texts. For example, Eoh, it has gone through seven versions, and the meaning and writing method of each version are slightly different. difference."

　　 "But as long as you sort out its evolutionary logic, you will find that its core meaning has never really changed."

　　 Vera nodded, she knew all this knowledge.

　　Professor Haipu continued to say: "Therefore, as long as you know one of the versions of ancient magic texts, you can make reasonable guesses based on its core meaning and context."

　　 "Even the magic texts that have never been exposed to, you can make reasonable guesses based on the word form. This requires the use of 27 more common forms of evolution..."

　　 "Of course, the magic text is in this range and needs to be memorized separately, but the number is not large."

　　 Marcus next to her looked desperate, what are you talking about?

　　 Why do I know every word, but they are connected together like a heavenly book?

　　 "I see, Professor Haipu." Vera said excitedly.

　　 In this class, she is the only one who truly loves ancient magic texts and is determined to embark on this path, but her research direction is document translation.

　　 This was actually influenced by her family-her grandfather was the vice president of the Ancient Magic Association.

　　 When she came home during the Christmas holidays and said that the new professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts was Felix Hap, her grandfather's beard and staring expression was really funny.

He cursed Felix for “a heresy and went astray”, but on the other side, he shyly admitted that “he does have real skills, you can barely learn from him”, which made her feel Haipu in her heart. The professor was placed at the same height as his grandfather.

　　 "Let's continue—" After solving the daily questions, Felix's eyes fell on Marcus: "Flint, your grades are always hovering around A (pass). I am very worried for you."

Marcus was crying. He really spent a lot of effort on the ancient magic text. Even when he was training on the Quidditch field, there was an ancient magic text in his school bag-although he only opened it once. .

　　 But at least the attitude is there. He has never been so concerned about other classes. But it is a pity that I am really not this piece of material. Marcus wanted to quit, but he shivered as soon as he saw Felix, he couldn't muster the courage at all.

　　 "Teach, professor, I will work hard." Marcus said tremblingly.

　　 "Very good, just ask me if you have any questions."

　　 Felix started to attend class formally. In this small classroom, there is a clear distinction between academic masters and academic scumbags. The more he listens, the more energetic he is, and the more he listens, the more confused he becomes. Marcus is an alternative among them. He is a scumbag, but he insists on showing the mental appearance of a scumbag.

　　 A lesson passed in a hurry.

　　 Felix left with a stack of parchment. What he had in his hand was the homework of the seventh grader.

　　 Today, he received a total of three grade vacation homework. Felix is ​​ready to give full play to the learning enthusiasm of her assistant, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com let her do her best, and hand over all the homework for the third and fourth grades to her.

　　 In the evening, Felix casually flipped through Professor Flitwick’s Christmas gift—a manuscript of ancient magic.

　　 There are two kinds of writing on the parchment, one is the very ancient and ancient magic text, and the other is the supplement and comment of Professor Flitwick, which contains his research ideas on this magic.

　　 is very enlightening.

According to Professor Flitwick, he has no special talent in ancient magic texts, so this incomplete ancient magic was researched by him and his former professor of ancient magic texts-Babling, and waited until Professor Babling left Huo. When Gewarts went on vacation, his research stalled.

　　 Sending the manuscript to Felix this time is also an invitation for collaborative research.

　　 Felix waved his magic wand, the hazy light blue light was like a galaxy, across the air and landed on a quill pen.

　　 This brown quill first turned into a toothpick, and then quickly expanded to the size of a walking stick. As Felix continued to inject magic power, the quill kept growing to about seven feet, and it was still alive and well.

　　 "Well, the effect is similar to combining the two magics of the reduction spell and the enlargement spell, but in essence it does not have the high consumption, high risk, and high intensity characteristics of ancient magic."

　　 "On the contrary, it is more like modern simplified magic. There is a limit to the power and magic consumption."

　　 "Because the part that complements it is to simplify the idea of ​​magic?"

　　 Felix writes and draws on parchment, preparing to fight a protracted battle. It is not easy to restore ancient magic.

　　‘I wish I had a teacher. Before going to bed, he thought with some emotion.