A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Sed," Qiu Zhang asked softly, "Why don't you wait?"

"No, I'm afraid that it will be worse if I drag it on," Cedric said with a smile, "Professor Hep doesn't set a level that cannot be passed, he is a candidate for a warrior, not a powerful wizard, the secret lies in In what he said before."

Qiu Zhang looked at him and said thoughtfully, "Courage, wisdom, tenacity, calmness?"

Cedric nodded and strode out. Li Jordan was encouraging people to come forward. The previous example made the little wizards feel a little guilty, so they would wait until the first person to get the invitation card appeared.

Harry couldn't help it, he took a few steps forward, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Cedric approaching.

"Anyone else want to try it?" Li Jordan was still trying to persuade him, "Professors may come back after a cup of tea and see three zero eggs, what would they think? Oh, the fourth volunteer has appeared! Let We cheer for him, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff!"

Cedric walked up the smooth black steps, touched the black door, and was sucked in in the blink of an eye.

The students couldn't help but slow their breathing, for fear that he would be thrown out in the next second, but ten seconds passed, thirty seconds passed, one minute, two minutes, and five minutes later, the hanging black door opened silently, Cedric walked down the steps holding a golden card aloft.

"Look! Cedric succeeded! He got the invitation card! He is the first!"

Li Jordan hugged Cedric, "Man, you can do it! Is there anything you want to say to us?"

Cedric smiled shyly, and his whole person had an indescribable ease: "There are only four words I have to say - courage, wisdom, tenacity, calmness, and that's enough. Oh, yes," He thought for a while, "Professor Hepp put a magic on the card, I think that's my biggest gain today."

He returned to the Hufflepuff crowd, swarmed around him.

"Cedric, how did you get through?"

"Yeah, how did you escape from the rune's mouth?"

"What is that thing with the big mouth, is it a giant?"

Cedric shook his head, "I haven't encountered any of these things, none of them. I don't think Professor Heap is testing how we can beat them. I've already said the secret."

He found Qiu Zhang, "Qiu, I suggest you give it a try."

"Because of the magic on the card?" Qiu Zhang asked.

"There's a reason, uh, mainly because I want you to join me in training," Cedric said, scratching his head.

...

With successful examples and key tips, more people dare to try, and there are even long queues. Lee Jordan reminded them, "The trials can be done at the same time, and that's what Fred and George did—"

Little wizards walked in, but more people were thrown out at a faster rate, and got up from the ground in dejection.

Harry followed Ron and Hermione, "You don't have to accompany me, you can wait..."

"Don't be silly, I want to try it myself," Hermione said impatiently.

"Yeah, who doesn't want to get an invitation card?" Ron said with a smile, but Harry could clearly see the fear in his eyes, and even the tone was different from usual.

Harry took a deep breath, walked up the steps, and touched the pattern on the door. The next second, the pattern on the door moved, spinning to form a shallow vortex, which sucked him in.

'Let me see what's inside! ' Harry said to himself.

His feet were on the solid ground, and before he could see the surroundings clearly, a dazzling green light filled his entire field of vision, accompanied by a hoarse, terrifying, cold wind-like voice—

"Avada Kendava!"

Harry's heart almost stopped beating, his eyes went black, the whole figure seemed to be stepping into the air, falling powerlessly, and the next second, his body tightened——

"Harry! Harry!"

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Ron and Hermione looked at him with concern, and Harry realized that he was not dead, but was thrown out by the black door, and they caught him.

'What kind of test is this that doesn't even give me reaction time? ' Harry felt bewildered.

Ron looked at Harry who was pale and persuaded: "It's okay to fail, just to watch a good show." Harry followed his gaze, and there was already a row of students lying on the ground, and he also saw a lot of Grant Fendor's familiar face.

Angelina Johnson got up in dismay, looked up and found Harry staring at her, she smiled bitterly: "I thought, since there is no Quidditch competition this year, why don't you find something to do for yourself, become a school The warriors of the class are not bad, but I can't even get into the school's selection, which means it's not that kind of material..."

She shook her head in despair, ready to leave.

"No, you can do it!" said Harry.

"what?"

"You can—" Harry struggled to get up, "I'll prove it to you."

Under her puzzled eyes, Harry walked up the steps again, and even the commentator Li Jordan was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "It seems that Potter wants to try a second time, this... I don't know if I can do it. no……"

Harry didn't care what other people thought, put his hand on the black door, and prayed secretly in his heart.

The slight weightlessness reappeared, which made him happy. It really worked. He knew that the professor would not kill people all at once, and everyone could try again!

Hermione looked at his back worriedly, "Harry is so impulsive, I can guess that the professor used a technique similar to the Mind Shack, perhaps with Legilimency, or Boggart, Dementor's The ability to let everyone face what they fear most. And in the process, show all the qualities of a warrior..."

She shook her head, "But every failure is a big blow, just look at those people." At this point, she was slightly stunned, stared at the black door, and suddenly burst into a smile.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Ouch," Hermione tried to hold back her laughter, but her shoulders shook violently, "Look...on the door, Harry...Harry's handprint!"

Ron and Angelina stared at the door, vaguely seeing a dirty handprint, which was undoubtedly Harry's. The previous people were all trying for the first time. Only Harry repeated the challenge without even wiping the mud off his hands.

Angelina smiled and was about to say something when Harry was thrown out by the black door for the second time.

His face was even whiter than the first time, but his eyes were extra bright. Before they could ask any questions, Harry hurriedly said, "I found something!" Then he rushed back like a whirlwind and climbed the steps in three steps. , slapped the black door with a slap, leaving a fresh mud handprint again.

Li Jordan came over, put down his wand, and asked in a low voice, "Is he a demon?"

"I don't think so," Angelina said. "This is the Harry Potter I know, as stubborn and stubborn as he was in training."

Hermione stood up and pulled Ron up.

"What are you doing?" Ron was looking at the handprint on the black door and commented: "The second handprint is clearer, Harry's hand must be very painful!"

But Hermione dragged him up the steps and said firmly, "It's our turn."

"I knew there was no escape," Ron muttered. He looked left and right, and put his hand on Harry's muddy handprint.