A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The day before Valentine's Day, Hogwarts had an air of restless youth, and the whole school came alive.

Among the small wizard groups, various confession tips began to circulate, from the method and location of confession—the most popular under the mistletoe, to what clothes to wear when confessing.

Even a batch of inferior love potions suddenly appeared, and several professors severely shut down a few students to stop this trend.

So the attention of the little wizards was skewed to the star students of various colleges, and they began to discuss which wizard is more handsome and which witch is more beautiful...

Some are very popular and even have regular admirers, such as Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, who is already very popular, and his talent in several dueling classes has made him even more so. The fame quickly spread to other grades and colleges.

Harry has also been a little troubled recently. With the double bonus of the savior's halo and the school's special contribution award, his reputation has always been high. Especially after the basilisk corpse was displayed at the school, the fear of the basilisk was transformed into the awe of Harry, Ron and Hermione.

But this awe is more evident in Harry, because he alone has shown great fighting talent - his Disarming Charm even surpassed that of many senior students.

This allowed him to gain a group of admirers.

"Harry, there are a few girls over there looking at you, can't you take care of it?" Hermione said irritably.

Harry looked at a group of junior witches in the corner of the library, in a very helpless mood. They acted quite boldly, staring straight at him. When he looked over, they hid their faces behind the books. "Giggle" laughter.

Ginny was doing her homework not far away, occasionally glancing at Harry as she flipped through a book.

It didn't take long for Harry's troubles to settle on her own, and Madam Pince, the librarian, waved her wand and chased away the rambunctious little girls.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ron was a little envious, because all the boys who liked to listen to his stories, and the popularity of the stories was gradually fading.

As the three walked out of the library, they began to discuss the new professor.

"I don't know how the new professor is. Don't be like Lockhart and Quirrell again..." Ron said with lingering fears, and these two left a huge psychological shadow on him.

"I can also learn something from the dueling class." Harry didn't care much. The class he was most satisfied with this year was the dueling class, unfortunately only twice a month.

"Harry, a duel class is different from a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Defense against the Dark Arts teaches you to resist danger, and fighting is just a way to resist danger." Hermione said: "Actually, Snape's theory is full of black magic. Defense class requirements."

Ron looked at her in shock, as if she had said something shocking.

"Oh~ don't be like that, I'm just an objective assessment." Hermione said.

Harry didn't speak, it wasn't Snape's view of the duel that he objected to, but him.

On this point, the two had a tacit understanding, he didn't like Snape, and Snape didn't like him either.

So he changed the subject and said, "Any rumors about the new professor? Don't talk about the dwarfs..."

As they spoke, a dwarf passed them with a gloomy face - after Dumbledore had agreed to the dwarf's Valentine's performance, they brought the whole group, twelve in all.

These little green-skinned men walking around the school became a one-of-a-kind sight this February.

Harry was very thankful that they didn't usually wear golden wings and carry harps.

The three watched the dwarf disappear from sight, and Hermione replied to his previous question: "The new professor is Damocles Belby, a master of potions, who has just won Merlin for inventing the wolf's poison potion. Jazz Medal."

"Potion Master? Wolf's Poison Potion?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Merlin's Medal? Lockhart's bragging rights?" said Ron with disgust.

The little witch first said to Harry: "Wolf Poison Potion is a new potion invented this year, which can make the werewolf stay awake when the full moon is deformed-" and then looked at Ron, "Professor Belby won the second-class medal, Not like Lockhart's."

Harry nodded.

"How do you know so well?" Ron asked curiously.

"I found out from Professor Hepp. He and the new professor are good friends, and it was he who recommended the new professor to Dumbledore," said the little witch.

Ron clicked his tongue: "Then why did he recommend his friend over? I mean... that curse?"

Hermione shook her head, she couldn't understand what Professor Hepp was doing.

In private, she actually thinks that Professor Hepp is unthinking. But she still retorted Ron and said: "The new professor is only taking half a semester's class. I think he may think that it is not dangerous." She said not very confidently.

Ron muttered, "That's dangerous too."

Until the evening, their questions were answered to some extent in the common room.

Ginny said unnaturally: "Luna's mother died unexpectedly because of a magical accident. She told me that if you want to study something new, you will inevitably encounter various dangers..."

"...unless you do nothing."

Ancient Rune Office.

Felix sorted out his harvest, and he used the weekend to share the basilisk materials with Snape.

The other professors showed little interest, except for Kettleburn and Hagrid, who came to see it a few times.

Professor Kettleburn's attitude was the purest. He said regretfully: "If you can raise it... I mean, be well prepared."

Given the professor's exaggerated experience, Felix was deeply skeptical.

Hagrid's attitude was more complicated. He stroked the scales on the basilisk with his big hand and said a little sadly: "I was fired because of it. Not long after my father died, he loved me so much... It was a dark day. ."

He wiped his tears with a dirty handkerchief and told Felix about his sadness.

But soon, before Felix could come up with words of comfort, Hagrid adjusted himself. He surveyed the basilisk's fangs and hollow eyes and said, "What a charming creature, isn't it?"

...

In front of Felix was the green snakeskin, the scales separated from it, and a dozen fangs.

These are the results of treatment - the scales of the original snake skin are not peelable, just like most snakes, the so-called scales are actually the product of the superficial skin and horny accumulation of the snake.

But under the influence of magic, everything is not a problem, he easily separates the scales and snake skin.

Basilisks have extremely strong magic resistance, horizontal analogy, comparable to fire dragons. Even if the physical effect of the spell hits the thick scales, it may only cause a shallow pit.

He's considering making a soft armour that fits snugly from snakeskin, so normal spells won't work for him at all.

As for the scales, Felix hadn't figured out what to do with it for the time being - this thing is magically inert.

He could only hope that Professor Snape would develop a use for the basilisk scales, preferably turning it into a rare potion material.