A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Little by little, Ernie McMillan and Justin came back together, and they both failed without a doubt.

The two were silent for a while, and Ernie asked him, "Do you want to try again?" Justin shook his head, and he found an open space at random to sit down: "Let me relax for a while." He said incredulously : "How did Potter do it?"

The two turned their heads and saw Harry's back disappearing again, and a feeling of admiration rose in their hearts. When he failed twice, three times, there were boos from the Slytherins, and even Gryffindor's own students felt a little humiliated, but when he failed the ninth and tenth times, No one laughed at him anymore.

Two of Harry's friends, Hermione and Ron, tried one too, sitting slanted aside.

Justin said hesitantly, "Ernie, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Ernie said casually.

"It has nothing to do with the selection, it's my family... During the summer vacation, someone gave my parents an antique vase. I always feel a little weird..."

Ernie muttered, "It's not magic, is it?"

"Is it possible?" Justin asked nervously.

"How do I know, I haven't even seen one." Ernie rolled his eyes, "But I do know who to turn to for help."

"Who?"

"Of course it's Professor Hepp. He's the best at studying these magic items."

"Yeah," Justin said in agreement at once, "Ernie, you're right, then I'll ask my parents to send things over—"

"That thing's in your house?" Ernie's eyes widened, making him look like a bull.

"Uh, that's right." Justin said embarrassedly, seeing Ernie's eyes widen again, he quickly added, "But that antique is in the cabinet, and no one usually touches it."

Ernie thought for a while, "In that case, I suggest you stop sending letters home, let's go and find Professor Hepp."

"Now?" Justin asked in surprise.

"Of course! What are you thinking, if there's a curse on it?" Ernie couldn't help shouting at him, his face turning red with excitement.

Having said that, Justin couldn't sit still, "Let's go to Professor Hepp right away!"

Justin and Ernie McMillan scrambled apart from the crowd, passing a small group of Slytherin students, and inadvertently stepped on the foot of Pansy Parkinson, who was talking to a sullen Draco Malfoy.

"Ouch!" Pansy cried out in pain.

"Ah! I'm sorry—" Justin said apologetically, Pansy glared at him, just about to make a sarcastic sentence, but Justin was pulled away by Ernie. "Come on, the professors have been gone for a while."

Pansy raised his arms and screamed, "Draco, look at them - the MacMillans are depraved, as uneducated as those muggles, and I should persuade my dad to write to his family to keep him away from those stinky muggles. Baked..."

"Sister, do you think she looks like a fox with mania?" asked a little girl with delicate facial features.

"Don't talk nonsense, Astoria." Daphne held her sister and squeezed her hand hard, but a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes. She pursed her lips towards Pansy, motioning not to be heard by her.

Pansy really didn't hear it, she was repeating her grandfather's words, "Hufflepuff students are a bunch of geese, stupid, so most of them don't live well." Draco listened impatiently, he Turning his head, he looked in the direction of Astoria.

Astoria was startled, and whispered in Daphne's ear with some guilty conscience: "He-may-heard-." She stared at Draco Malfoy nervously for a long time. , I was relieved to find that he didn't seem to tell the fox face what he meant.

After a while, she became restless again—

"Can I release the little snake snake?"

"Oh, no," her sister said sternly. The result was a blank eye.

Outside classroom number seven.

Several professors gathered in the staff lounge. Felix took out tea leaves, Flitwick dug out some tea cups from the old cabinet, and Professor Sprout took out some black petals and added them to the tea. Have tea and chat.

Snape left early, though, under the pretext that another batch of potions needed to be processed. Although Moody stayed, he declined to have tea together.

"Felix, what did you plan?" Flitwick asked.

"I currently have the memories of several professors, which can be used to design some dangerous scenes, so that they can exercise their ability to respond, face a crisis, and how to fight, etc... and then give them to them according to their own characteristics. Give pointers. That's all I can think of right now."

"That's the only way to do it," Flitwick nodded and said, "No one knows what the competition is and what the specific rules are."

Felix nodded slightly, agreeing with his words. He knew that the first project was likely to be a fire dragon, but he didn't know what the specific rules were. It may be to persist under the attack of the fire dragon for a period of time, or it may be to take something from the fire dragon. From Charlie's previous statement that the Ministry of Magic selects female dragons that hatch eggs, this possibility is the biggest.

Moody said gruffly, "I'm not good at things like memory, but if I want to say that real skills can only be honed in real environments, fakes are fakes, it's better to lead these students, Go somewhere really dangerous!"

Flitwick said uneasily, "It's not appropriate, Alastor. We can't take students out of school..."

"What's wrong! This generation has never experienced war, is spoiled, can they be expected to calmly deal with the events of the championship?" Moody spat in disdain. "If I have an Auror, They must be trained hard and take them to catch a few dark wizards. It doesn't take much, they will be reborn after three or five times."

"They're just students! Not your Aurors," Flitwick said sharply.

"But they're facing a more dangerous game than the average Auror!" Moody growled.

"No, absolutely not... Minerva wouldn't agree, and neither would Dumbledore..." Flitwick muttered.

Felix poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back on the back of the chair, stared at the amber tea in the cup, and said slowly: "It's probably impossible to take students out of school, let alone going to dangerous places on purpose. Drill. Professor Moody, your teaching style was controversial..."

"The Unforgivable Curse?" Moody grinned and said with a sneer, the magic eye constantly rolling. "They should be thankful that the first time they saw this spell was in my class."

rather than on the battlefield...

This is the meaning of his unfinished words, and the other three professors at the scene understood it.

Moody is a complete iron-blooded sect, advocating barbaric teaching, and in his plan, he is also preparing to recite spells on students, so that they can experience the effect of every kind of curse, which naturally also includes the three unforgivable curses.

Of course, he picked the Imperius Curse. The other two are too dangerous for even Moody's to use on students.

Such an outrageous teaching plan attracted unanimous opposition from Flitwick and Sprout, and the tea party also broke up. Flitwick tiptoed towards the direction of the principal's office, and seemed to want Dumbledore to persuade him. 's friends.

When only Felix and Moody were left, Felix looked at the time and asked him, "Want to see it? I guess a few students should get their invitation cards, if they find out You can try it multiple times yourself.”

Moody thought for a while, "Forget it! I'm not going to join in the fun, didn't you say at the meeting that the selection will last all weekend? Just wait until Monday and give me a list and let me know that everyone is participating in the training. Who!"

With some effort he turned the cloak to one side to make room for the wooden legs to stand, and then a bruised, rough hand grabbed the cane and propped himself up.

"Albus said you were bold, and I thought you would understand what I was doing," Moody said softly.

He limped away.

Felix was sitting alone in the staff lounge, thinking quietly. After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Ernie McMillan's tall figure broke in.

"Mr. McMillan, what's the matter with you?" Felix asked calmly.

"Professor Moody told me you were here. Oh, uh..." Ernie's momentum dropped, and he fished Justin out of his back, "Professor Heap, it's Justin, he has important business and you say……"

After a few minutes, Felix understood, "So - there's an antique in your home that you suspect has been enchanted, specifically, there might be some kind of curse?"

"That's right, Professor." Justin nodded quickly.

"Is that so..." Felix pondered, he asked, "Mr. Finlay, please pass me a hand."

"What? Oh—" Justin watched the professor stretch out his hand, confused, but did so.

The two hold hands together.

"Imagine what that thing looks like," Felix said.

Justin began to recall that he was very impressed with this antique and played with it for a long time because of doubts, and it was very easy to think back now.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, a blue vase was outlined in the air. It was like a combination of a goblet and a narrow-mouthed bottle. The body of the bottle was coated with a layer of blue enamel. Embellished with lapis lazuli, the vase is topped with two harp-shaped arched handles from which a silver chain strap hangs down near the smooth, clean silver base.

"A silver artifact. That is, silverware?" Felix chuckled. "Isn't it less likely to fall ashes?"

Justin's eyes lit up, "That's what the gift-giver told my dad. I heard that some ancient and special craftsmanship was used, which is very rare..."

Ernie McMillan couldn't help but scream, "That's clearly a feature of goblin products! You didn't tell me just now, or I'd have found out!"

"But I don't know much either." Justin argued.

"Justin," Felix interrupted their conversation, "is there anyone in your house now?"

"They are usually very busy and come back late," Justin added. "Weekends too."

"Okay, I'll go visit your parents with you tonight," Felix said. He stood up, waved his wand, made the tea disappear, cleaned the cup, and flew back to the cupboard.

"Let's go back and see, how many people have got the invitation card?"

Justin hurriedly said: "There were three people before I came out, one was Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, one was Roger Davis from Ravenclaw, and one was from Slytherin. Collins Foley."

...

"I'm not going to kill me." Ron's face was pale, as if he was seriously ill. "You can't imagine what it's like to be drowned by those fingernail-sized spiders, with countless legs squirming on you, Drilling into your mouth, ears, nose... Damn, I think Aragog in Hagrid's cage is much more pleasing to the eye now."

Hermione sat on her knees and didn't speak. She gradually regained her senses. After hesitating for a long time, she whispered: "I found a shortcut, maybe I can get the invitation card, but I don't know if this counts as cheating. …”

"What did you say?" Ron stared at her.

Out of the corner of the eye, the black hanging door slowly opened, and Harry came out with a golden card in his hand.