A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape, and Moody stood together, and Moody, leaning on a long cane, spoke loudly to Flitwick.

"It's a pity that Minerva didn't come, and she was one of the four deans," Flitwick said.

"It's not necessary, Professor Flitwick." Moody said in a low voice. "We have discussed it in advance. I came here today to join in the fun. I also want to see the performance of these students..."

"Minerva is going to preside over the meeting. Lupin came over this morning, and there are representatives from the school board. There must be important people on the school side." Felix understood the reason and replied succinctly.

"Is it a magic lamp?" Moody asked, and the magic eye turned to Felix, "I've heard of the name of the future world company. The Daily Prophet interviewed almost everyone in Diagon Alley. people, and ask them what they think of the building that popped up."

Sprout said: "Yeah, I saw it too, and the light show at the Quidditch World Cup, but it seems to have been robbed of attention by the accidental parade. I wonder if it was affected?"

"Actually, it's not a big problem. Remus also complained to me that there were too many orders and he couldn't handle it, so he had to hire some more people urgently." Felix said with a smile, he was still very satisfied with the development of Future World Company.

The professors talked to each other, and Snape stood silent, looking far more silent than usual, in his black robe, his arms folded in front of him, away from them.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was full of darkness. Some students sat on the slope far away, spread out a blanket, took out various foods, and looked around leisurely as if they had come for a picnic.

Felix looked at several professors, "It's almost time, can we start? Why don't you—"

"We're here to see the fun," Flitwick said sharply. "Dumbledore assigned you to be in charge of warrior training. Your mind-stone is the most suitable tool. I can't wait to keep myself. but I'm not as good as Dumbledore, and I'm going to leave the memory of the year I won the duel championship..."

In the staff lounge, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of warrior candidates. In order to make Dumbledore's assignment of Felix justifiable, McGonagall took out a thinking stone basin to persuade everyone. Professor, but she still remembered the principal's admonition, which simply explained its usefulness. Later, Flitwick took the initiative to approach Felix, inquired about the details, and graciously agreed to provide a memory.

Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Felix himself, other professors did not do this. This actually shows that everyone takes their own memory very seriously. Dumbledore's previous worries are not unreasonable, he Don't want to make it a coercion.

Felix bowed slightly, walked to the front, and pointed at himself with his wand. His voice came out far away, as if speaking into a student's ear, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"You should see the content on the bulletin board, today we are not picking warriors - that is the task of the Goblet of Fire, what we have to do is to select a group of potential students for special training. It is very likely that the last warrior It is from these people that they appear. Even if they are not, they will serve as student representatives, receive teachers and students from the four participating schools, and attend exchange activities.”

Felix rolled his wand casually. "So, what counts as a potential, a warrior?"

"The Sorting Hat can sort students into four houses based on a person's most salient qualities, you might think, if only there was a 'warrior hat'..."

The students below laughed lowly.

"...You may also think that I will pick the best student. This will have to let you fight, at the very least, let you show the magic you are good at. But I have to remind you, the contestants The duration is extremely long, which means that latecomers can catch up and early movers can fall behind at any time.

Strength is not the only criterion for measurement, otherwise what you do today will be meaningless. "

Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other, and they were still guessing when they came, whether it was stronger than who's spell, but it really didn't form a unified standard. Harry was the best at Disarming Charms, but even he knew that the professors weren't going to consider that alone.

But the professor's words were very different from what they thought, and it seemed that they didn't care what they were capable of, which made Harry a little disappointed.

"... Several of our professors looked through a lot of materials, analyzed past events, and came to some conclusions. One of them can be shared with you, that is, the warriors often face the most difficult difficulties, even far away. A test that is far beyond their own capabilities, and in that case, a slight difference in strength is not that important."

"It's not always the strongest who wins the championship. You'll find that there are more unseen obstacles blocking your path to victory... So here's a little suggestion, starting from the definition of a warrior." Felix stopped his movements, his eyes flashed sharply, "We're back to the question at the beginning, what counts as a warrior?"

He took a few steps and looked at the crowd with oppression. When Felix asked this question again, the students felt heavy in their hearts.

"The warriors do not represent individuals, not a certain academy, but a unified name given by outsiders - Hogwarts students. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch. I don't I'll ask which house she's from, because in my eyes, she's the wizard of Vaggardu."

The expressions of the little wizards involuntarily became serious, their chests straightened, and the candy that a freshman handed to his mouth hung in the air, looked left and right, and put it down. Luna clapped her hands and shook her hat vigorously.

"Since the Warriors represent Hogwarts and fight for honor, I think they should have some unifying characteristics—"

"Brave, fearless, and extraordinary;"

"Knowledgeable and wise;"

"Honesty, Loyalty, Perseverance and Integrity;"

"A firm goal, calm and self-sufficient."

Felix laughed lightly, "Of course, the above are just good wishes. We are lucky enough to have a word or two on our hands." Unconsciously, a suspicious mass was held in his hand. Black fog.

He pointed his wand at the black mist and made it rise as lightly as a black lantern. When it flew high in the sky, close to the ceiling, the black mist fell suddenly like a cannonball, dragging a long black smoke, hitting the ground and spreading. The little wizards hurriedly avoided, but found that the black fog did not extend unrestrictedly. When it expanded to more than ten feet, it stopped expanding and twisted into a looming door, hanging in the air, six feet above the ground. Seven feet, shrouded in black mist.

Under the black gate, there are seven steps extending out. The surface of the steps is as smooth as a pitch-black mirror, and the steps are connected to the ground step by step.

"Go in, come out again, get the invitation card, and you will be selected." Felix said calmly, he looked at Moody, who was leaning on crutches, and several professors next to him, smiled and said: "We still put Leave it to the students, have a cup of tea together, and discuss the next training by the way."

They didn't have any opinions, and they came together today to express the school's importance. The selection criteria have been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall was relieved to not appear and deal with more important matters.

They took a few steps. "By the way," Felix paused and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have forgotten to add an age limit. Students in other grades don't really need to..."

"Don't bother! Professor Heppe," Moody said hoarsely, while clenching the crutches in his hand: "The more it is forbidden, the more people try it. This is my experience this week!"

His prosthetic eye rolled, retracted into its socket, and pointed back with a thumbs-up. The Weasley twins were peeking out at the black door, just a few steps away, and one of them seemed to want to feel the steps above. .

The other Weasley noticed that the professors turned around and hurriedly gave him a hand, and the two of them both showed the same smile.

"You want to test the minds of the students. This is a good move. But instead of making restrictions and making them unconvinced, it's better to try one by one, and you can recognize how much you are capable of."

He tapped the cane hard, and said in a strong tone, "Not everyone can be a warrior."

Felix looked at Moody, his eyes paused slightly on him, and he said kindly, "You're right, Professor Moody."

They left together, and the students at the scene looked at the professor, watched them open the door of classroom 7, and walked out one by one, with a bang, the door closed.

After a few seconds of silence, the students exploded the pot, staring at the black door hanging in the air and shrouded in black mist. The seven steps smoothly extending upward seemed to have a strange charm, attracting all their attention.

"Gudong!"

Harry swallowed a mouthful of saliva.