A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"The principals of the four schools of magic and carefully selected contenders will arrive in October, and the ceremony to select the warriors will take place on Halloween."

"In addition to winning honors for the school, the winner will also receive a thousand Galleons personally."

"But—students over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, and no matter how much precautions we take, students under the sixth and seventh grades are impossible to deal with."

"The delegation will spend most of the school year with us, and I hope you will be warm and friendly. We have specially prepared some exchange activities for this purpose..."

Dumbledore ended the dinner with a loud and controversial noise, and the students were full of complaints, for the unknown age limit.

"Should we just watch?" Ron stepped hard on the steps and walked towards the common room.

Hermione said solemnly: "This is to protect us from being in danger because of reckless arrogance. You must know that the reason why the tournament was stopped in the past was because many people died-"

Ron didn't listen at all and whispered, "That's a thousand Galleons." He looked at Fred and George, who were walking in front of them, discussing whether ageing agents would work.

"I think a drop or two is enough, we are only a few months away from adulthood, George..." Fred thought seriously.

Ron said sourly, "It's still half a year, but I hope they make it." He turned to Harry, "What do you think? If Fred and George did it, I mean, I don't know. Do we have enough knowledge..."

Harry shook his head, throwing away all the splendid images in his mind. He couldn't help but imagine that he had cheated the principal's age limit and won the championship. Amidst the cheers and screams of the crowd, he raised his head. trophy...

"Yeah, I think it's almost funny too." Ron misunderstood Harry's shaking of his head, thinking he was answering his own question. He snapped his fingers: "Although we have dueling classes, study groups and rune clubs, but..."

He said a little dejectedly: "Unless Professor Heppe teaches us a powerful ancient magic in private, we will still be unable to compete with those sixth and seventh graders. We can't expect to blind the opponent's eyes with illumination."

In this discussion about the hegemony, although Ron talked the most, he was more akin to the emotional catharsis that he could not get, and he knew in his heart that the possibility of being selected was unlikely, but his words made Harry and Heath on the side. Min was silent.

Harry thought of the scene where Professor Hepu performed continuous Apparition in front of him twice, once in the Forbidden Forest in the second grade. They suspected that the new Professor Hepu had something to do with the secret room, so they followed and found the scene where the professor practiced magic. . It was shocking at the time, but Harry had pretty much forgotten about it for so long; the other time was at the Quidditch World Cup, just recently, and in real combat. Professor Heppe used continuous Apparition to trick hundreds of troublesome wizards whose eyes couldn't keep up with his movements!

‘What if I could do the same thing? I'm already good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and when it comes to Disarming Charms alone, no one in the school can surpass me, plus the continuous Apparition...' Harry's heart became hot.

And Hermione thought of the ancient magic that the professor taught her during the summer vacation. The golden flame jumped at her fingertips, and it turned into a sea of ​​fire in a blink of an eye... Of course, that was the effect that the professor showed her, and she hadn't learned it herself. .

Hermione patted her head, what was she thinking, she wouldn't try to break the age limit.

On the other side, in the auditorium, the professors stayed.

Dumbledore and Moody were talking, and Moody replied gruffly and loudly: "Yes, Arthur and the others came in time, got up early and scared away the sneak attack guy!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise: "You were attacked this morning?" It occurred to her that Moody had been in trouble since his retirement and often suspected that a dark wizard had murdered him. Even if someone walked along the way with him, he would suddenly draw his wand against him and ask loudly why he was following him.

This happened not once or twice, and Moody had to live in isolation, in a remote place, as if it were a Muggle community.

Right now Mag wondered if he was being too sensitive.

"How could it be fake!" Moody yelled, "A bunch of scumbags want to sneak up on me while I'm sleeping, but who am I? Be on guard, but those scumbags aren't weak, they block me in At home, as a last resort, I blew up two trash cans to attract attention."

He said in a thick voice, the artificial eyes were rolling in the eye sockets, and the teeth were sore. Few of the professors were looking at him.

"Have you seen who it is, Alastor?" asked Dumbledore softly.

"No, I'm getting old, Albus." Moody patted his artificial leg and said reluctantly, "If it were a few years in the morning..."

His two eyes finally came together, and he looked at Felix and calmed down: "I can only make suggestions now, and use past experience to decorate the facade."

Felix looked back calmly, while soothing the somewhat irritable Sniff. He saw Moody for the first time today, and he had only heard of this famous and eloquent name before.

It can be said that Alastor Moody has fulfilled more than half of Barty Crouch's reputation. He was once Crouch's sharpest sword and the most outstanding master in the history of the Ministry of Magic, specializing in catching dark wizards. Half of Azkaban's cells were filled by him.

Just like the psychological shadow he left on many dark wizards, he also left a strong personal imprint on the Auror offices of the Ministry of Magic.

It's just that after going through a lot of danger, he became a little paranoid and even overly delusional, but this still did not prevent him from becoming the idol in the eyes of all Aurors at the Ministry of Magic - in analogy, his status was equivalent to that of St. Mungo's. Former Dean Dorothea Boham.

Of course, with his rude, irritable and unwilling character, he did offend many people, making it difficult for him to stay in the Ministry of Magic and hold a management position.

Tough, brave, tried and tested, now sensitive and paranoid, and a little neurotic...

This is the image of "Mad-Eye" Moody that Felix perceives after a brief contact. It is said that he also has a catchphrase——

"Stay vigilant at all times!" Moody roared suddenly, startling the others. He himself walked up and down the auditorium like no one else.

Felix looked at Dumbledore: "Headmaster, did you just say that you have prepared some communication activities?"

"Ah, that's it." Dumbledore has been listening quietly, and now he seems to have finally recovered, his happy eyes swept over the crowd: "This is also the reason why I left you."

He nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Ilvermorny and Vagado are both participating in the Tournament for the first time, which makes... they are more passionate like young people. They are not satisfied with nearly a year. During the time I was busy just for the competition, the principal of Ilvermorny hopes that students from different schools can have closer contact."

"Exchange Students?"

"It's very close, Felix." Dumbledore nodded, "but this time it's one-sided, they want to be able to sit in on the Hogwarts class, and beyond that—" he said with a smile: " I think they still have plans to take on the Hogwarts students."

The professors looked at each other. Does that mean their classes are open to students from other schools?

And Professor McGonagall, who was the vice-principal, thought of more, she pursed her lips, frowned tightly, and said solemnly: "Dumbledore, you are talking about a contest, it won't be - this is outright. provocative!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his silver beard trembled, "Minerva, there are many places to compare, not just force, it's the worst option." He smiled and said, "I would welcome it. Attitude, let students look at the outside world and increase their knowledge.”

"I remember that seven or eight years ago, we had contact with Castrobush School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At that time, many students from both sides established a deep friendship. Felix, you should have some impression?" He asked with a smile.

Felix pouted, "I don't have a Brazilian pen pal."

...

After the professors dispersed, Felix and Snape walked out of the auditorium, Snape's face was gloomy, "You have to be careful of that guy, don't let him get his eye on him."

"You mean Professor Moody?" Felix asked curiously. "He looks decent—"

"That's a lunatic who can curse you at any moment for unreasonable suspicion," said Snape coldly. "He never came out! He still treats every day like a war! "

"I don't understand why Dumbledore got him. Even another Lockhart would be better than him."

Snape waved his sleeves and strode away.

Felix watched Snape's back, farther away, Moody was limping forward, Snape was faster, but they didn't meet, in the hallway, Snape turned underground , while Moody stumbled upstairs.

As he raised his arm, Felix was keenly aware of the half-wand sticking out of his sleeve, tied to his arm, in addition to the curved bottle at his waist.

"Stay vigilant at all times? It's really a practice."

...

the next day.

The storm finally subsided, and the rain passed. Hogwarts has ushered in a new school year.