A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The Easter break lasts about two weeks, and Hogwarts is well into summer, and the school is full of lush bushes and cinnamon.

But the students did not feel the leisure of the holiday in the slightest, and the professors assigned a lot of homework, which made the Easter holiday far less fun than the Christmas time.

Especially under the guidance of Belby, the professors (led by McGonagall) successively discovered new usages of the answer parchment, and constantly updated various test questions on it.

In the common room, Ron stared, made a simple dice with parchment, and chose the answer according to the result.

As a result, he rolled the biggest number six three times in a row.

He pressed the tip of his wand against the dice and shouted angrily, "Look, there are only five answers at most. If you give me another option that doesn't exist..."

Hermione looked up impatiently, "Can't you be serious about doing it yourself?"

Ron slumped on the table with a look of despair: "What can I do? Every professor has left so much homework."

"You just piled up your homework to the end! You went to see Harry training every day for the first three days!"

In the midst of the commotion, Harry came back, dragging his tired body, looking rather tired.

"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked concerned. "You don't look very well."

"I'm fine," Harry said, finding his voice particularly hoarse, clearing his throat and explaining, "Spent too much time talking to Wood about tactics..."

"We are currently ranked first, Slytherin is second, and the score is tight."

"How many points?" Ron asked with interest, and he tucked the answer parchment into his bag.

"thirty marks."

"That number is dangerous."

"Wood said the same thing. They got better with the new brooms and got a lot of points later in the tour."

"When is the next game?"

"The first Saturday after the holiday."

Harry took out the parchment and started to do his homework, and he saw Hermione was drawing squares in different colors of ink.

"what is this?"

Hermione didn't look up, "Review the timetable."

Ron opened his mouth wide: "Hermione, are you thinking too early?"

"I have to remind you," Hermione looked up and looked at them seriously. "We're only six weeks away from the exam."

...

Deep in the forbidden forest.

Felix and Belby waded through the grass below their knees and trekked hard. There was no path here, and there were tall trees and low shrubs everywhere, as well as wanton growth of herbs.

A thin layer of mist paints the Forbidden Forest a hazy color.

During the Easter break, Felix and Bellby negotiate to explore the Forbidden Forest together. Belby's purpose was to create the Forbidden Forest creature topic of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, while Felix simply wanted to see some fresh and interesting animals and plants, so he picked up some materials for experimentation along the way.

"Damocles, wait!"

Felix squatted down, pushed aside a bush, carefully connected the roots and leaves, and picked off a magical plant with black rhizomes and white flowers.

Belby glanced at it and said excitedly: "Is it blackroot? This thing is quite rare. What are you going to use it for?"

"Configure a medicinal liquid, a formula I found in the library, which can neutralize the cold properties of magical biological materials."

Belby pondered and said: "I don't know that, I only know that taking black root grass can effectively resist the damage of black magic."

"The effect is so exaggerated?" Felix looked at the black plant in his hand in surprise.

"It can only be said that it has a little effect... In fact, it is better to make a potion, and it has a miraculous effect on all kinds of black magic damage." Belby is an authority in this regard.

Felix transplanted the black root grass into a copper vessel, Belby took out a thumb-sized transparent glass tube from his robe, and carefully put two drops of medicine on it, "Okay, it should be able to survive the transplant. period—if you want to keep it."

"I need its flower, which part do you need?"

"Roots," Belby said without hesitation.

The two looked at each other with a tacit smile.

This is already the third day of the Forbidden Forest expedition, and they know each other's attitudes and habits very well.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps in the distance—

The two pointed their wands in that direction at the same time.

The bushes ahead shook violently, and with the help of the dim light, Bellby shouted nervously, "Who's there?"

The Forbidden Forest is also known as the Dark Forest because the dense, tall trees block out the sunlight.

"Woo! Woow!" A huge black hound emerged from the dense foliage, followed by a burly man.

His height was so oppressive that he looked like a giant, and his long tangled black hair and beard almost covered most of his face.

"Hello, Hagrid," Felix greeted.

Hagrid was carrying a large bucket in his hand. He glanced warily at Belby first, then saw Felix behind him, his expression relaxed, "Hello, Felix."

Hagrid grumbled, "What are you doing here?"

"Find some magic materials." Felix raised the copper utensil in his hand. He then placed blackroot in a specific area of ​​the ring.

Belby said politely: "I'll see the creatures in the forbidden forest, and pick some for the little wizards to teach."

"Really?" Hagrid asked with interest. "Any goals?"

"Some dangerous guys," Belby said. "Regular magical creatures are out of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Felix suddenly said: "Hagrid, I heard that Professor Kettleburn has clearly retired, and he recommended you to Dumbledore."

Hagrid's face turned red, "Yeah, I didn't mention it to anyone, I always thought it was a bit of a mystery... But Dumbledore promised to solve my identity problem, and he always said what he said. "

Next, Hagrid took them around, and he could always easily find traces of various magical creatures. He pointed to an indentation on the ground and said, "It looks like a porcupine's footprint, maybe a Tepo warthog, I've seen it a few times..."

After walking a distance, Hagrid said to them, "It's unicorn territory ahead, but they've just given birth, so they're very vigilant."

Hagrid put the bucket on a clearing and stepped back, whistling.

Two or three minutes later, a tall and vigorous male unicorn came out, covered in snow-white fur, and stared at Felix and Belby vigilantly.

"Rupee, they're my friends," Hagrid called from a distance, and he turned his head to explain to them, "I've brought them some nourishment that's good for the female unicorn after giving birth. After a while, I can get close, but now I can't, it's the time to be most vigilant."

The unicorn nodded at Hagrid and left with the vat in its mouth.

Belby asked with interest: "Have they always been so proud?"

Hagrid said loudly, "Actually not, let's take humans as an example. We are strange in the eyes of some creatures, and we don't even eat raw meat. It's actually a habit, isn't it?"

"An interesting point, Hagrid."