A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"You have considered it quite well. What amazes me the most is that you were able to resist your temper and change seven versions." Felix praised.

The twins grinned and said, "It's all because of you. You always give us a lot of revisions that make us think it's not good enough."

Felix looked at them, "What are you going to do?"

"We're just promoting it in schools right now, and there's a lot of interest in buying it," Fred said.

Felix thought for a moment, "The production process is taking a lot of time, your OWLs exam..."

Fred begged for mercy and said, "Professor, don't make it difficult for us, we have enough time now."

George said: "Yeah, electives have been dropped, and some compulsory courses are completely unnecessary—"

"Astronomy class—"

"History of Magic—"

Felix looked at them reproachfully.

"You can't force us. After all, we haven't given up on what we should learn. Professor Flitwick has praised us." Fred complained for himself and George.

Felix couldn't do anything about them, besides, he thought in the bottom of his heart that restraining the twins was not a good option. Providing them with a wider stage and watching them dance might be what he should do.

He said thoughtfully: "You guys should be more restrained this year, and when the exam is over, I mean after the OWLs exam is over, I'll take you to see something."

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Harry and the others, the twins winked at them and walked away.

Before leaving, Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, "Silly Ronnie, you can record it on the parchment: the content of the assessment is the alchemy item couple's mirror, the guide price - three gold Galleons, the price may increase at any time. "

Ron turned to look at Harry, "Did you hear that?"

"Of course," Harry was still thinking about the couple's mirror, and while he was thinking, he saw the girl who made his heart move.

Qiu Zhang and her friends appeared, and they looked left and right. There were already seven or eight students sitting in the corner, holding a magic puppet and burning rune.

Her friend muttered, pointing to Cedric's figure.

There were three or five students around Professor Haipu. He was staring at a cross-shaped amulet and shook his head. The student next to him looked disappointed.

Qiu Zhang came to Hermione, "Hello? Let's take the assessment."

Hermione had just finished recording a form, and she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Oh, please wait." She pulled out a new piece of parchment and said fluently, "Name, grade, and college."

"Qiu Zhang, fourth grade, Ravenclaw."

"Marietta Akemore, 4th grade, Ravenclaw."

Hermione wrote down on the parchment, "The content of the assessment is... Harry?"

Harry leaned over unwittingly, and he stammered, "I'll come and see, Hermione, if I can help..."

"I'm fine," Hermione didn't pay attention to his expression, she looked at the two people opposite, and they quickly replied, "Thesis, both of us are papers."

"You put your papers on that big table with clips and quills next to them. Results will be published in about a week or two."

Harry waited for her to finish, and said to Qiu Zhang and her friends, "I'll take you there."

Qiu Zhang glanced at him and nodded. The three walked away together.

Hermione faintly heard Harry babble introducing himself...

Around eleven o'clock, a group of third-year Slytherin students arrived - Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, and Crabbe and Goyle.

Ron walked over excitedly, and he said defiantly: "I didn't expect you to come, Malfoy, you must be impatient to show us the magical ancient magic? After all, you are Malfoy!"

Draco gave him a contemptuous look, "Weasley, you are where there is Potter, are you his sidekick?"

Ron looked surprised as he looked at Crabbe and Goyle: "Hey man, is that what Malfoy thinks of you? He doesn't have any friends?"

Pansy said impatiently, "Hurry up and register us, I'm not interested in hearing your clown speak."

Ron blushed. "Sorry, you might have to write your own." He pushed a stack of parchment into Malfoy's arms.

On the other side, Daphne paced up to Hermione, "Hey, Gryffindor girl!"

Hermione glared at her. "It's you?" Her voice sharpened and she said aggressively, "I haven't had time to ask you, do you like your magic puppet?"

In the first ancient rune class at the beginning of the school year, the two were fighting for the same magic puppet, and finally Hermione took a step forward.

Daphne said proudly: "I'm sorry, I found a senior classmate and exchanged with her."

Hermione was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "My magic puppet is even more powerful!"

"nonsense!"

"Would you like to try it?"

"Okay, you think I'm afraid of you!"

...

Felix wiped off his sweat. He commented on dozens of wonderful alchemy creations in the morning. Except for a few qualified ones, the others really left him speechless.

For example, a small bottle with a strong pungent odor, the student swore that it contained a magical guardian spell that could drive away mad werewolves.

But Felix confirmed again and again that it was just coated with a layer of pus from Babo's tuber, which was quite dangerous and was confiscated directly by him.

Cedric finally finished his work. Felix saw his results and couldn't help but exclaim: "You have mastered fifty-two runes, which is excellent. You taught them all by yourself?"

"I asked the seniors and they gave me some pointers," Cedric said.

...

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, Felix watched the last student leave. He said to Harry and Ron, "Thank you for your hard work." The two left tiredly and left, and they needed to go back to sleep.

Hermione, who was an assistant in the Rune class, stayed. The two looked at hundreds of papers. Felix sighed and said, "The huge workload, I have to work overtime tonight."

"Let's classify these papers first, just like grading homework in duel classes. I'm in charge of marking the mistakes, and you're in charge of marking them."

Hermione nodded.

Felix suddenly looked at her, "You look good and get rid of the time-turner?"

Hermione said: "I talked to Percy and he gave a lot of useful advice,"

She pointed with her fingers crossed, "I need to record the time of my real experience, I have to eat something every four hours, and I have to rest for at least half an hour; I don't need to be so dead when I go back to the past time point, I can go a little earlier and stay. Time to react; he also recommended a few abandoned classrooms to me, which he used to use. There are also some unpopular potions from Madam Pomfrey, which can relieve fatigue and improve sleep quality..."

"Sounds good," Felix said.

"Yeah, he's been using it for three full years and he's very experienced. Percy told me he's been keeping it a secret, even his girlfriend doesn't know it."

The two classified the papers according to grades, and then corrected them. For them, the above content is very familiar. The main reference book of the paper is "Exploration of Ancient Rune" written by Felix himself. As for other reference books, He also watched it many times.

And Hermione is no stranger, because the reference list for the thesis is the batch she read last year-Professor Hepp copied the topic of her assessment last year.

Felix quickly skipped the familiar content and focused on capturing the flashes of the little wizards' own thinking.

Time passed, and classroom No. 7 was still as bright as day.

"It's almost time, we'll continue tomorrow."

"Professor, shall I come over tomorrow morning?"

"No, I have something to do tomorrow morning. I need to go to St. Mungo's."

"That magic hospital?" Hermione looked at him nervously. Is the professor sick? Even Madam Pomfrey can't be cured?

"I'm going to see two friends," Felix said briefly.

Hermione nodded, she suddenly remembered her earlier question, "Professor, do you know how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban?"

Felix thought for a while, "I don't know either. He came from the ancient Black family and was a Death Eater. He may have mastered some very secret magic, and he may have used it."

"But why did he flee after more than ten years?" Hermione asked inexplicably.

This question made Felix silent: "Yeah, why did he escape after more than ten years? Did he just find the opportunity, or is there a reason why he had to risk his escape?"