A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix rolled over suddenly and sat up, the vigilance magic he had left outside the tent being triggered.

After casting various defensive spells on himself, he pushed back the curtain, and in the darkness, he saw a mother stumbled over with her child in her arms, her hair was disheveled, she was wearing a dirty pajamas, her arms were Holding a three or four year old child.

"What happened?" Felix asked her in a deep voice. There were screams and explosions in the distance.

"There's a riot... those fans... no, they're thugs! Set fires everywhere..." said the woman in front of her, her face pale and a look of terror still left.

Lupin came out of the tent, holding his wand alertly. "What's the matter?" He was stunned when he saw the woman.

"Probably some fans are causing trouble," Felix said. "Remus, take care of them. By the way, wake up Cremy and Arik, and I'll go out and see."

Lupin looked at the woman and her child, nodding silently, and he looked into the distance, where red fires filled the camp, and cries and anxious shouts were heard in the distance.

Felix carried his wand and rushed towards the place of fire.

On the road, you can see some dark figures, stumbling and walking deep and shallow, they took their family members, followed by one or two crying children, and they all ducked in the direction of the woods.

Most of these people were caught off guard, wearing only a pajama, and some were separated from their families, shouting their names as they walked.

Not everyone panicked, some were calm and helped maintain order. A woman of enormous stature shouted in a loud voice over the surrounding noise: "Quiet! Students of Beauxbatons, raise your wands and light the way for others."

"Yes, Madame Maxime." A group of boys and girls replied in unison, they lit their wands one after another, and the panicked crowd around followed the light they emitted, approached spontaneously, and surrounded them.

"Follow me and walk towards the path." The woman known as 'Madame Maxime' took the lead, walking at the front, turning back from time to time and comforting her in a calm voice: "Don't panic, one by one, follow closely!"

This woman may be about the same size as Hagrid, but visually she looks taller because she is very slender and slender, not as bloated as Hagrid. Felix suspected her of being of giant blood, but she undoubtedly inherited the best of both worlds, with a delicate face and elegant demeanor.

And it can be seen that she has a high prestige among these young wizards, should she be a professor?

In the hurry, Felix didn't have time to think about it, they passed by, Felix went against the direction of the group and went straight to the fire. Halfway through the walk, he saw some Ministry of Magic staff who had fallen to the ground. They had been knocked unconscious, and everyone had been hit with at least four or five stun spells, as well as some messy curses.

Felix dragged them over and piled them together so that no one could step on them. He simply cast a floating spell on himself, and then controlled himself to rise into the air, his eyes constantly wandering.

On the other side, the marchers continued to grow. At first there were only three dozen hooded wizards. They wore masks and roamed the camp. One of them arrested the Muggle Roberts family on the edge of the camp and controlled them in the camp. Circle the top of your head and have fun.

Afterwards, more and more people joined in, including fans who needed to vent because of the team's failure in the game, celebrants who had made themselves dizzy after celebrating half a night, and people who liked excitement, and they grew the parade team more and more. The momentum formed a scale of three to five hundred people, and they set fire to the camp, leaving behind one by one burning tents.

With the sky-high firelight, they saw a figure standing in mid-air, condescending, with their eyes turned to this side.

The marchers squinted their eyes, the man seemed to be able to fly, his eyes were terrifyingly bright, and even from a few hundred feet away, they could feel the anger and pressure in the man's eyes.

"Master, master—"

A hooded wizard shouted, his hands shaking involuntarily.

In the parade, there was a commotion among the dozens of hooded wizards headed by them. Two of them couldn't even hold their wands and knelt down in Felix's direction, "Master, we have been looking forward to your return— "

"Don't be silly, that's Felix Happ!" said a hoarse voice.

Felix moved. A huge amount of light gathered in the palm of his hand, and then quickly expanded. He threw a huge ball of light towards the sky, temporarily replacing the faint gray-green light on the horizon.

This light is like the sunshine in winter, bright and not dazzling, and it fills every inch of space and every shadow in an instant. Even the moon hanging high in the sky is covered, and the whole camp is bright as day.

Felix took all the chaos into his eyes——

On his right was the marching crowd, headed by thirty or forty wizards in hoods and masks, who should be the leaders of the riot, huddled closely to each other, formed a dense formation, and slowly moved forward advance. Above the heads of these people, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into all sorts of bizarre shapes—all ordinary people in pajamas, helpless and controlled by invisible ropes like puppets.

Hundreds of rioting fans gathered around the hooded man, looking at their costumes, they should be from different countries, joining them because of common hobbies or like chaos. The purpose of these marchers who joined in the middle is more pure, to vent their anger and create chaos. Some of them wore funny masks they found somewhere, some just covered their faces with a cloth, and some showed their faces very boldly, waving their wands drunkenly and sending out sparks.

Behind the parade - on both sides of the road they walked, there were tents burning like giant torches.

Surrounded by the fleeing crowd, the screams of women, the cry of children and the panicked calls of men are connected.

When Felix's magic illuminated the entire camp, they recognized their direction, no longer looked like headless flies, and took their families away from the group of marchers.

In every corner of the camp, countless people raised their heads and looked at Felix's figure in the air, shocked in their hearts.

A path by the woods—

"Look at that man! He's floating in the sky!"

"Where's Madame Maxime? We can't find her—" a little girl with thick curly hair called to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the three of whom were separated from the adults, with Ginny and the twins After walking away, I just came to a path beside the woods.

It was densely packed with people, and everyone looked in horror at the camp.

"Who is Madame Maxime?" Harry asked nervously. He had just knocked out a drunken drunk with his wand, and he worked with Ron and Hermione to hide the drunk in the bushes. .

"They're not from our school..." A young witch about the age of Hermione hugged the little curly-haired girl, looked at the three of Harry with the help of a bright light, whispered "Hogwarts", and then spoke with him. Everyone looked at Felix in mid-air.

"Who is he? Why can he fly?"

"Is it the head, I saw someone in the marchers knelt down to him—"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione shouted at the man angrily, she looked over there worriedly, and whispered: "It's Professor Hepp, he should be trying to stop the riot, it's too dangerous, there shouldn't be a direct conflict... That's Hundreds of people."

Harry looked over, the professor's magic lit up the camp, and they could see clearly, a dozen colorful spells flying towards the professor among the marchers, but most of them were crooked and out of shape.

Ron said comfortingly: "Professor Hepp is four or five hundred feet away from them. Don't worry, we can't fight at all."

...

Felix illuminated the camp with illumination, and some of the marchers immediately became uneasy - the darkness gave them the courage to do evil, but when the light came, they could only hide their filth to avoid being discovered.

People kept leaving the team and quietly left.

But there were still quite a few people who were clamoring, making noises, pointing at Felix, and deliberately shooting sparks and spells in provocative gestures.

On the other side of the marchers, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Sirius looked tied, and Charlie asked, "Dad, what are we going to do?"

Mr. Weasley looked at the floating Roberts family, "You can't do it lightly, it will be bad if you hurt them."

They were worried. Several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had tried to pretend to be marchers and tried to get close to the Roberts family, only to be attacked by focus fire.

"They'll be gone soon," said Mr. Weasley with certainty, a little annoyed. "Rats in the gutter! These guys are so lawless! If you can catch them all—"

Sirius pointed in the air, "Someone thinks the same as you."

Felix's face was calm, he stretched out his hand, pointed forward, a black lightning fell, and almost at the same time, a hooded wizard's chest was penetrated.