A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Together?" Fred turned his head and said to George next to him, his tone as relaxed as if he wanted to have breakfast together.

"This is the first step for the Warriors," said George proudly.

The Weasley twins were just below the steps, with eyes staring at the black hanging door and both of them around. The two looked at each other and smiled, stepping on the black mirror-like steps—

"I thought it was going to be slippery, but I didn't expect to stand firm, good start, George." Fred exclaimed loudly, deliberately for those next to him to hear.

They finished the seven steps and stood in front of the black gate, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

"How do I get in?"

"Push it away with your hands?"

"Oh, that's not magical," George said, but Fred had already reached out and pushed hard on the center of the black door, surrounded by dark fog.

"No response—" Fred said, but his eyes suddenly widened, his whole figure faded like a phantom, and George immediately grabbed his shoulder and the two were sucked in together.

The people around held their breath and waited quietly—

"Are they successful?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"It's just going in, and we have to face the unknown test." Hermione said, and she asked a question, "Are the two of them together now, or are they separated?"

"Is there a difference?" Dean asked nervously. "I wish we could be together, don't I, Seamus?"

"Yeah," muttered Seamus, pulling an Irish Quidditch badge from his pocket and putting it on for himself shiveringly. "It's my lucky charm."

Harry glanced at the shamrock badge and knew that Seamus and his mother were big fans of the Irish team, whose victory in the Quidditch World Cup final over the summer had made them so happy. In fact, he and Ron had bought the same badges, and they also called out the names of every player in the Irish team, but now that the magic had subsided and the voice had become feeble, Harry tucked it into his socks.

Neville's little round face tensed, one hand gripping his wand tightly.

About half a minute passed—

The quiet black door moved, and the entangled black mist boiled, like a boiled kettle, and a large amount of black mist gushed out. With his teeth and claws, he covered the entire gate. Two shadows were thrown out with force. They were the Weasley brothers. They turned somersaults and drew a crooked and irregular arc. At the moment of landing, they were supported by an invisible force and removed part of them. speed, fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" George pressed on Fred, and the two rolled on the ground, covering their bodies with dirt and blades of grass.

The little wizards were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Fantastic! Thank you Fred and George for the fun, but it wasn't a good start—" A voice burst into the laughter, loud and loud, causing the ears of those around to rumble. In an instant, a circle vacated the crowd, revealing a wizard with terrifying dreadlocks.

He was one of Lee Jordan, one of the Weasley twins' lost friends, who served as a Quidditch commentator after his early loss in a Gryffindor team selection. Li Jordan has a humorous personality and likes to talk big. The most outrageous remark recently was that he publicly stated in the common room that he would use the advantage of his skin color to break into Vagadu's interior to spy on the secrets of the warriors at Hogwarts.

"It would be better if I could learn a new hand or two of magic," he said with longing.

...

At this moment, Li Jordan stepped out, pressing his wand against his throat, casting a "loud voice spell" to speak. He shouted: "Next, it's up to me, Li Jordan, the Quidditch commentator who will be out of work for a whole year, to give you a wonderful commentary!"

The other students were in a daze, but the Gryffindor students slapped them a few times.

"Cough! Thank you, thank you! You are so enthusiastic..." He pretended to bow to the surroundings, "Let's interview the next two parties first to get first-hand information. You should also want to know some inside stories, right?" Lee Jordan said.

At this moment, the students quieted down, and several senior students who were about to move also stopped, maybe they could hear some useful information.

Fred and George got up from the ground with shock on their faces, and when they heard Lee Jordan's words, they laughed maliciously.

"Oh, it's not good to reveal too much-"

"Extremely difficult!"

"Need a fight?" Lee Jordan interjected.

"Uh……"

"Yeah, it was a tough fight."

"But you guys are very clean. The ash on your robes is all stained when they were thrown out." Li Jordan showed a suspicious look. Of course, it could be pretending. He and the twins have always cooperated tacitly.

"How do you say it," Fred sighed, "that's Professor Hepp's magic, from a memory master, think about Professor's stone basin..."

"Oh, I see!" said Lee Jordan, "you are fighting in the mind world!"

The two couldn't help laughing, "You're right!"

"Then what did you encounter?" Li Jordan asked with interest, "I think other people want to know too." The little wizards listened more seriously, and secretly pondered the dangers they might encounter, and they could also refer to them.

"We, uh, encountered a snake!"

"A snake?" Lee Jordan asked.

"Yeah, a very big snake that can reach the ceiling...George, tell me!"

"Well, I think...it has three heads and a pattern."

In the crowd, Hermione murmured: "Three heads and patterns, how come they look like runes? But they are generally only six or seven feet long, which doesn't match their description."

Other students felt the same, always feeling that Fred and George's descriptions were plausible.

"Maybe it was changed in private by Professor Hepp." Ron guessed, Harry and Hermione nodded thoughtfully, "It is indeed possible."

On the other side, Li Jordan said goodbye to Fred and George, who withdrew their magic and discussed in a low voice.

"What do you think the professor's test is?" Fred said.

"By hitting people down, we'll see how we deal with it," George said without hesitation.

"I think so too, otherwise we wouldn't have gone bankrupt seventeen times in a row..." Fred shuddered, "That feeling is so terrifying, and it's so real, I'm completely immersed in it, and I don't even realize that there are question."

"Wait, you said seventeen times? But I failed fifteen times!" George's eyes widened.

Fred looked at him hesitantly, "Could it be wrong?"

"Certainly not, it's so vivid!" George said with a lingering fear. "I suspect I'm going to have nightmares tonight."

"So, we are experiencing different illusions?"

"It should be so."

"Alright," Fred nodded. "Let's exchange the reasons for the failure of our respective operations, and go back and take a notebook and write it down! These are lessons."

A seventh grader walked up the steps, reached out to touch the black door, and was sucked in.

Li Jordan explained: "The third person went in! After knowing that he was about to face a three-headed snake - oh, off-field information told me that it may be a mutant rune, thank you - he still stood up! Great courage! One more question, is he a Gryffindor senior?"

Hufflepuff's students were clamoring, and Li Jordan said in a panic, "Uh, it doesn't seem like..." He quickly changed the subject, "The third volunteer has already entered, and we guess he will insist on- oh, Omg!"

A figure was thrown out immediately, rolled a few times in mid-air, and landed on the ground lightly. The seventh-grade student sat paralyzed in horror, his empty right arm waving randomly behind him, like a wand, and shouted, "There are many obstacles! There are many obstacles!" With a punch, half of his face immediately swelled up.

"Hey~ Calm down, calm down! My God, come and take him away!" Li Jordan shouted, covering his face.

After a while, the hysterical student was taken away by his friends, and his face was lost. Li Jordan couldn't ask him what he experienced, but everyone had their own ideas.

"It was probably eaten by a serpent," Hufflepuff student Ernie McMillan told his friend Justin Finch.

"Don't listen to him," Susan Burns said. "He said last year that Sirius Black turned himself into an orange and was bought by Filch..."

"I just said it casually!" said Ernie McMillan, a tall man who looked oppressive. "Besides, I got the inspiration from Hannah, who said that Blake can be turned into a flowering bush!"

Hannah Abbott frowned and looked at him badly.

"...The year before last, it was said that Harry Potter was the heir to the Chamber of Secrets." Susan Burns continued regardless.

Ernie exclaimed angrily, "I've even apologized to Harry! Apologies in public!" Justin pulled him, his sleeves almost rolled up, revealing a pair of stubby, fat hands.

Ernie muttered dissatisfiedly: "Isn't that the aunt who has a head of magic law enforcement..."

Susan Burns glared at him, but they couldn't quarrel, and the seventh-grade Hufflepuff came back with legs as soft as noodles. His friends asked him, "What the hell have you been through?"

"Like, runes!" he said with chattering teeth, "even scarier than those two Weasleys said! It kept chasing me, followed by other things, I didn't see it clearly, just ran, I threw the Obstruction Charm back, and..." He swallowed and panted, "I saw a mouth."

"Whose mouth?"

"No, I don't know, I rushed directly into its mouth, I just remember the mouth full of yellow teeth, closed tightly, and then I came out." He shivered as he finished his story.

Hufflepuff's little wizard looked a little ugly. At this moment, Cedric Diggory took a deep breath, "I'll try it!"

I wanted to finish writing this story and send it out, but I didn't finish it. There is another chapter to follow.