A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Hagrid uttered the name, the air fell silent for a while—

"Who is that?" Harry asked blankly, looking at Ron, who had an innocent look on his face; he looked back at Hermione, who was trying her best to remember the books she had read.

Finally, they all looked at Hagrid, and Hagrid said uncomfortably: "You should have known, but I changed your textbooks - only the third grade, and wanted to try something..." His last sentence was particularly special. Whisper.

Harry and the others still didn't understand, and Hagrid had to continue to explain that his face was blushing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't even hide his beard: "Mr. Scamander wrote Fantastic Beasts in "Where" was the textbook at Hogwarts until I took over the Conservation of Fantastic Creatures class."

After saying this, the three of them knew it, no wonder they didn't know, because this year Hagrid had changed to a new textbook, and it happened to be only the third grade.

Harry couldn't help but think: Maybe the animals in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them weren't 'interesting' enough to give Hagrid the idea to replace it with The Monster Book of Monsters.

They had written the letter in Hagrid's hut, and were about to go to the owl shack to find Hedwig to send the letter. When the path hit the willow, Harry suddenly heard a sinister wind sound behind him, he lowered his head subconsciously, pulled out his wand, and looked up, just in time to see a big black-furred dog jumping high.

Harry's eyes widened in horror, an omen of death! He could even see the big black dog's light-colored eyes and inch-long teeth. Before he could react, it had already flown past him, turned around and threw Ron, dragging Ron with its big mouth. Go deep in the forbidden forest.

"Except your weapons!"

The summer training and the recent dueling study group played a role, and Harry used his best magic directly.

...

Ravenclaw Dean's Office.

Felix picked up a piece of peanut butter and watched Professor Flitwick cast spells hard. His wand was raised diagonally, and his left hand assisted spellcasting. The blue magic power was constantly being shaped, trying to condense into a spherical structure.

Until Felix finished eating the seventh peanut cake, the magic didn't take shape, and he had to stop, choking in panic.

"It still doesn't work—" Flitwick sighed and waved away the magic, "My understanding of scaling spells is still based on modern magic."

"Then how did you master those ancient magics before?"

"Accumulated over time, it took me three years to master a defensive magic." Flitwick shook his head. "Actually, I learned this more out of interest than envy of its power."

"But I don't think simplified magic is worse than ancient magic, especially when I have more than a thousand spells."

"one thousand?"

Felix was a little bit tongue-tied. He also mastered a lot of spells, but he couldn't compare with the old professor. And this is the number of spells that Flitwick has mastered at a certain period of time. It is hard to say how much it is now.

‘The curse is the rune of Filius? ’ He tried to understand the professor’s thinking.

Flitwick waved his wand, and the floor swelled into steps. He stepped on the small steps and sat on the chair opposite Felix, "Many of the spells I have mastered are life magic, but in fact, a spell is a spell, and every spell is a spell. One reveals the mysteries of magic, even the slightest."

Felix pondered this sentence, "Felius, my magic theory has not improved recently, is there a factor in this?"

"Progress?" Flitwick said in surprise, "Can you accurately judge whether you have made progress? I think most people improve without knowing it... Before this, every spellcasting, every learning may be possible. increase help."

Felix blinked, "It's just—similar to a sudden insight, as if the knowledge from the past has been integrated all at once."

Flitwick said cheerfully: "This state is unattainable, I remember when I was thirty, I was struggling to learn so many spells but couldn't use them, but I really liked spells. Until a certain When I woke up one morning, my understanding of magic suddenly took a step up, and I never doubted my choice since then."

Felix only thought of one word, and it came naturally.

After seeing Ravenclaw's memory magic, Slytherin's bloodline research, and Dumbledore's Transfiguration, he realized Flitwick's magical path, and he couldn't help thinking: Maybe Hogwarts Every professor in the world is more or less on the path of magic?

In his opinion, the so-called magic path is a perspective of looking at the world, and to put it more bluntly, it is a tool for understanding magic.

Flitwick uses spells to observe and understand the construction of the entire magical edifice, and he does this through runes. In Felix's vision, if possible, he would replace all spells with rune casting.

Although I can't see the slightest hope yet~

Felix wanted to know what Flitwick thought about the spell, but at this moment, a silver cat suddenly appeared in the office, and it opened its mouth and made a anxious voice from Professor McGonagall: "Felius, come to the school hospital, Suspected Sirius Black attacked Harry Potter."

Felix and Flitwick looked at each other in surprise, and they rushed to the school hospital. On the way, Felix couldn't help but wonder if it was fake news, right?

In order to solve Harry's safety problems, he deliberately asked Harry's looking glass to come over and re-enchanted it. As long as the looking glass found the trace of Sirius Black, he would receive an early warning at the same time.

But as it stands now, he has not received any feedback from the looking glass.

In the school hospital, Professor McGonagall was walking around the door, her hands tangled together, "Oh, here you are." When they approached, they saw Dumbledore communicating with Madam Pomfrey with a serious face.

Dumbledore insisted, "I need five minutes, Poppy, that's important." Madam Pomfrey relented.

When he saw Flitwick and Felix, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go in together."

In the ward, Ron was lying on the bed, one of his legs was suspended, and his leg was bandaged. Harry and Hermione sat aside.

When they saw the professors come in, they started chattering.

"Headmaster, it's Blake, he's that big black dog—"

"It can turn into a man, no, into an animal!"

"Professor, he, he is an Animagus!"

The room fell silent for a moment, and Dumbledore said softly, "Animagos? Are you talking about Sirius Black and not someone else?"

"It was him, I was absolutely right, Ron and Hermione saw it too, didn't they?" Harry turned his head for support.

"That's right!"

"Indeed it is."