A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The freshmen lined up excitedly to the top of the auditorium, waiting for sorting, and Felix felt just a little hungry.

The same goes for Sniff Wallen.

"Wait a minute, we can make a bet and guess if there's a raisin pudding on the table for a while, by the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a low voice, sitting on his lap with his neck stretched out. Empty table, somewhat disappointed.

Especially when he applied with his eyes and asked if he could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, he was ruthlessly rejected by Felix.

Snape looked at them with a strange expression, but Sniff was only interested in shiny, delicate things. He looked at the sudden appearance of Dumbledore's long silver beard, and then turned to look at the sitting high Flitwick on the cushion, the eyes are not enough.

"...

Hold me well on your head,

I've never seen it before,

I want to see your mind,

Find out which college you belong to! "

With roaring applause, the Sorting Hat ended its annual singing, and the sorting officially began. The only strange thing about Felix was that the last line of the song wasn't "they had one dream, one wish" - it was because he had listened to it so many times in the headmaster's office that he subconsciously thought the Sorting Hat was going to use it. ending.

"Stuart Ackley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolded a long piece of parchment, and read his name.

A boy stepped forward and could be seen shaking from head to toe. He picked up the sorting hat and put it on his head, and sat on the stool, rolling his eyes a little nervously.

"Ravenclaw!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

Stuart Ackley took off his hat and hurried to his seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone applauded him.

"Malcolm Bardock!" "Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branstone!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Caldwell!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!" "Gryffindor!"

The little guy named Creevey was wearing a mole coat, clearly Hagrid's, a tough fur tent for first-year students. When he was assigned to Gryffindor House, he didn't even think about it, and trotted towards the Gryffindor House seat.

While running, he shouted excitedly and shared his experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! In the lake!"

"The Sorting Hat! Keep the Sorting Hat!"

Professor McGonagall chased after him and shouted twice, but he didn't respond. As a last resort, she tapped with her wand to let the sorting hat on the freshman's head float back by itself, and Felix twitched his fingers to let the mole The coat flew to Hagrid who was just about to get up.

"Thanks, Felix," said Hagrid roughly, and he reached out to shake his coat, and the rain fell on the ground.

On the other side, Gryffindor House let out a good-natured laughter. The freshman scratched his head and sat shyly next to a student who looked very much like him. After a while, he began to excitedly describe himself falling into the water. "I fell into the lake, took a few sips of water, and thought, this is the end! Suddenly something pushed me back to the boat!"

"That's cool!" said Colin Creevey, his brother two years older, who was as excited as his younger brother. "Probably the giant squid, Dennis!"

Colin pointed to Harry a few seats away and said, "See that boy over there? The one with black hair and glasses? He's Harry Potter, the twelve I sent home. He's in this album, along with his friends!"

His younger brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously. If it wasn't for his brother's indirect eye contact with the Basilisk in the first grade, he lived in the courtyard for more than half a year, and the album at home would not have been put down long ago.

But thanks to his brother's photo album, he recognized Harry at a glance. And his brother continued: "I just asked him to pray for you. I hope you can be assigned to Gryffindor, guess what? It works."

"I'll tell you about the Patronus he released in the foyer, he's so handsome..."

Human emotions are not connected. Harry's face was hot, and Ron asked him teasingly, "Did you just pray?"

Harry faltered and changed the subject hastily. "That vacant seat is supposed to be the new professor?" He pointed to the faculty seat.

"Who else?" Ron muttered. "But he's late. The dinner is about to start."

In fact, the empty seats on the teachers' bench remained empty until near the end of the dinner, when Harry was so bloated that he had to forfeit half of the smoked potato on his plate.

Felix used Transfiguration to conjure up a set of small tables and chairs, on which Sniff Wallen sat, eating a sliced ​​raisin pudding with a white napkin tied to his chest.

Sniffling, who had finished eating early, was a little bored. He sniffed the various smells in the air and quickly found an acquaintance.

It pulled La Felix's trousers and pointed in one direction, Felix had a dark face - the little guy was too short, but he roughly saw the direction and guessed what it meant.

"Go ahead, don't steal anything from anyone, not even cutlery, remember?"

Sniff nodded vigorously.

It walked under the dining table, crossed the legs that were kicking randomly, quickly found its target, and climbed up along her trouser legs.

"Ouch!" Hermione exclaimed, looking down and meeting a pair of small black eyes.

"Warren?" she whispered, and Ron, Harry, and a few students around looked over.

"A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up in a Muggle family, asked curiously.

"It's a sniff, I guess," Neville said softly.

"Sniff—what?"

"Sniff, her name is Warren, she was raised by Professor Hep," Hermione said.

"She?" Dean was taken aback.

"That's right!" Hermione hugged Niu Niu happily, "She's a little lady, isn't she, eh?"

Ron stared at Warren and said, "I've always wanted one. They're notorious for treasure hunters, and it was on Fred and George's New Year's wish list when they were kids."

Fred poked his head from Angelina's position and said, "Don't slander us, our wishes have long since changed."

"Yeah," said George, who was sitting on the other side of him. "Especially when we found out that Sniff was better at flipping money out of the pockets of people around us, we changed our minds."

"Watch your pockets, and your forks—" Fred admonished at last.

"And the goblet," added George.

Ron clutched his pockets sadly. "They're right, Harry, it's staring at your coin!"

Sitting in Hermione's arms, Niu Niu was staring intently at Harry. Harry was holding a Muggle coin in his hand. It was golden and still glowing. Method, which can monitor the number of Apparition casts.

By convention, Harry can only use Apparate outside the Room of Requirement until its golden light fills up.

When he left school last school year, he was still a little short, but he ran around with Sirius during the summer vacation, and inadvertently made up the last bit...

At this point, Dumbledore started to speak with a smile, first of all the old-fashioned items. Filch's list of prohibited items is updated every year, and there are currently 437 items accumulated; and he reiterated that students are not allowed to enter without permission. Forbidden forest.

They were already familiar with these words, and the people around Harry didn't listen very carefully. They were obviously more interested in Sniffing—

"Harry, you'd better put the coin away, although Professor Hepp taught it, but--oh my god!"

Hermione stopped in surprise, sniffed Valen, took a gold Galleon from her pocket, put it on the table, and pointed to Harry's coin.

"What's it doing?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"I think," Hermione said incredulously, taking a deep breath, "Harry, it wants to trade with you—"

The three of them looked at each other, it was really a strange sniff, Ron laughed loudly, "Professor Haipu's education is really...haha...it's really effective, even the nature of the sniff is correct."

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because he didn't get a response for a long time, Warren thought that Harry didn't want it, and took out a gold Galleon from his small pocket and stacked it with the first one.

Harry stared at it dumbfounded. The third and fourth gold Galleons were quickly piled up on the long dining table. Dean could see how reluctant it was.

But how distressed he was when he took out the money, how proud he was when he let it go, Niu Niu stretched out a finger, pointed at Jin Galleon, which was stacked high, and pointed at the glowing coins in Harry's hand, spreading out The aura of the little rich woman who came out was stunned for a while.

Ron urged, "Don't give up, Harry. Look how many Galleons it can take, Merlin's beard... it's way richer than me!"

At this time, Dumbledore finally talked about things closely related to the students, "...I also regret to tell everyone that the Academy Cup Quidditch will not be held this year."

"What?" Harry looked up, breathless in surprise. Not only him, but most of the students were stunned by the news.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, and thunder exploded outside the castle, making the glass windows rattle, and the auditorium door slammed open.

A man came in, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. With the help of the light in the auditorium, the students of the four academies saw his appearance clearly and took a deep breath.

This man's face seems to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and he is still a crappy craftsman, who is absolutely not good at carving knives, every inch of skin is scarred, his nose is missing a piece of meat, and one leg is a wood carving The prosthetic leg he made made a thud when he walked. When he passed the dining table, the little wizards on both sides were so frightened that they hurriedly shrank to the other side.

Harry stared at Moody's face, then at the half-smoked potato on the plate, suddenly nauseous.

After getting closer, the students found that the most terrifying thing about this stranger was his eyes. One was intact, but the other, Sniff Sniff, was paralyzed in Hermione's arms, and he couldn't look at his face with his small hands. , but it still didn't forget to reach out and stuff the Golden Galleon on the table back into its pocket.

Hermione was funny and angry, but when her eyes fell on the stranger, she couldn't smile at all. It was a big, round artificial eye that turned up and down, left and right in the eye socket, sometimes leaving only a white part of the eye, which seemed to be staring behind him.

He simply shook hands with Dumbledore and sat down in the only vacant seat, ignoring the others and eating the rest of the food on the table to himself. But the blue prosthetic eye continued to turn around, gazing at the auditorium and classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

In a terrifying silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the Tournament, describing the origin and development of the original Triwizard Tournament, and its subsequent suspension due to too many deaths, the first time in centuries , the Ministry of Magic is finally ready, and this time, the number of schools participating in the competition has also increased to five.

Many students didn't even know Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, let alone Ilvermorny and Vagado outside of Europe, and they listened to Dumbledore as if they were listening to a fantasy.

And Felix was no stranger to this information. He cleared his throat, Sniff Warren immediately jumped out of Hermione's arms, and deliberately took a long detour to avoid Moody's scary eyes.

Moody was eating with a sausage in his mouth, and the artificial eye followed Sniff's trail and saw it finally climb over the shoulders of a young professor. He snorted lowly.

"small thing."