A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"I can't believe it! You're hiding it from us!" Hermione said resentfully as they walked out of the castle, turned a corner in front of Hagrid's hut, and into the Forbidden Forest, but she was still a little indignant.

"Hermione, you were arguing—but, Ron, you didn't even tell me that we could wear the Invisibility Cloak," Harry couldn't help but complain.

"I thought...if it fails, it's like nothing happened." Ron faltered, his eyes looking away unnaturally, "I guess Malfoy thinks the same way...Hermione, thank you for the white freshness. essence."

The lump on his face no longer looked obvious.

"That's for Harry to practice Apparition!" Hermione snorted out of her nose.

"But Malfoy did it," said Ron. "I always thought he'd just be crying for his mother, or a big bouncing ferret..."

Hermione felt normal.

"His grades have always been very good, and he has one of the best marks on the 'answer parchment', but you never pay attention."

"Yeah," Ron smacked his lips, "I don't know, you still pay attention to people who are ranked lower than you, that's a long list of names..."

Harry couldn't help grinning.

When they entered the forbidden forest, the light suddenly dimmed, as if it was evening, and there were all kinds of rustling and small and trivial sounds in the forest. They're going to find a nearby place to practice Apparition, and according to Harry, he's already able to get out of the "house".

Ron picked a purple berry and asked, "Is this thing edible?"

"Okay," Hermione glanced, "except it's a little—"

"Bah!" Ron had already taken a bite, showing a bitter look, "It's really bitter!"

"...bitter, it looks like you already know." Hermione laughed, and Harry hurriedly retracted his hand from the branch.

They soon found a familiar path and trudged to a clearing—

"I'm familiar with this place." Harry looked around, glancing over the scattered stones several times.

"Yeah," Hermione pointed to a large tree, "remember? We peeked behind that tree to see Professor Hepp practicing Apparition... I whispered to Hagrid that there were no dangerous creatures near this forest. 's lair. However, we still need to take precautions—"

Holding her wand, she walked around the clearing, mumbling words.

"Safeguarding...all protection...Muggle shielding...thief sensing...screeching...transformation guard...I said, if you don't mind, you can help..."

"We only have the first three spells." Harry and Ron looked at each other and became busy, "That was taught by Professor Belby, the subject of safety in the wild...what else?"

"Oh," Hermione patted her head, "The Thief Sensing Charm can detect magical disguises, and the Shouting Scream is a kind of warning charm. When someone breaks in, it will make a piercing sound... As for the shapeshifting guard," she paused. After a while, he said with a smile: "Don't you think they are cute?"

Harry and Ron crouched down, looking at what looked like peanuts—their bodies were little people made of two stones, and they were supposed to be polymorphic, without feet, but jumping.

Ron reached for a flick, ejecting a shapeshifting guard two feet away.

"It's kind of like a tumbler," Harry commented, looking up and asking, "What are they for?"

"It's more sensitive to magic, and can detect things we can't see in advance." Hermione said, "One more thing, this is Professor Hep's magic."

"Well prepared," Ron whispered, "I finally know why she didn't stop us from breaking the school rules. If I've learned so much magic, I'll definitely find a chance to use it, otherwise it's a shame, isn't it? "

at dusk.

Felix is ​​working on a speculum in his office, with tiny parts scattered on the workbench.

He carefully extracted a wisp of magic from a business card, given to him by Mr. Finlay. Then pick up a fingernail-sized gem and incorporate the magic power wrapped around your finger.

"The most important step has been completed, then - Warren, I haven't heard the sound of reading for a long time."

Without raising his head, he said, Niffler Warren sitting on the side of a tome, dozing off, under his butt was a literacy book used by Muggles, with various illustrations on it.

Hearing Felix's words, Warren cried out in dissatisfaction, and walked in front of him imposingly, his little pink hand kept poking at his arm.

It can't take it anymore, it can't take it anymore! Why teach a sniff to read?

It had never heard anything so absurd.

For its own sake, and for the sake of possible victims in the future, it has to protest to the Great Demon King on behalf of the Sniff Clan, no, on behalf of all magical animals!

"Haw! Haw! Haw! Haw! Haw!"

A gold Galleon was handed to it, and Sniff Wallen was stunned, and instinctively stuffed it into his pocket.

"After receiving the money, we have to do things, we agreed." Felix tapped it with his finger.

"Gaba—"

Sniff Warren's mouth opened wide, the pink beak of a duck's mouth opening and closing limply.

It walked back dejectedly, turned the next page with its nimble toes, sat slumped on it and stared at a picture of a motorcycle, and within a minute, its eyelids drooped...

Hermione's presence rescued it. When she came in, Niu Niu jumped off the workbench and, with comical steps, threw herself into Hermione's arms.

"Oh... Warren? What's the matter, you are too enthusiastic..." She looked at Niu Niu at a loss, as if she had been wronged, pointing to the sky and pointing her finger to the ground. Refers to the professor and a literacy book on the desk.

"Are you recognizing?" Hermione felt a sense of freshness. "I read a similar book when I was three years old."

"Haw! Haw!"

Sniff pointed at Felix and hummed.

"Uh……"

"It said that it has never met a human as cunning as me. It is going to run away from home and hang out with you." Felix lowered his head and said, piecing together the remaining parts of the speculum.

Hermione blinked and looked down at Sniff.

Sniffer nods loudly. That's right, that's it!

It wants to break out of a new world and create a huge treasure trove. Sooner or later, it will make Hogwarts a fifth house.

"Okay, it's done." Felix stood up with a walnut-sized speculum in his hand. Before Hermione could see clearly, he had raised his ebony wand and flew from the tip of the wand. A silver swift patron saint emerges.

The swift, the size of an owl, hung quietly in the air, and Felix threw the speculum in his hand and was swallowed by it.

"Go and find the man. Don't let him find out," Felix said calmly.

Hermione watched curiously as Swift disappeared from the window into the black night, guessing who the professor was trying to find.

...

"So, are you worried that you got the invitation card by cheating?"

Hermione nodded. At this moment, they were sitting on the sofa, she was holding a box of custard biscuits in her hand and fed it to Sniff, while looking at Professor Hepp on the opposite side.

This has been bothering her, especially since Ron got the invitation card in the "normal" way.

Felix was noncommittal, "Why do you say cheating?"

"I violated the original intent of the assessment," Hermione said sadly. "I can't face the fear in my heart at all. Perhaps among these warrior candidates, I am the worst one."

Felix laughed softly, "Granger, neither you nor the students in grade 6 and below were trained as warriors, and they are not considered warrior candidates. It is only because they are younger that they appear more valuable. "

Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"Let's put it this way, Miss Granger," Felix said. "Headmaster Dumbledore and I, and many professors, think it's wasteful to exclude younger students from the competition, but it can't be true. Get you guys to play, so there's this kind of compromise that increases your engagement."

"Increase our participation?" Hermione repeated, "so you don't mind us cheating?"

"You misunderstood. I never said that there is only one way to deal with fear. Did you see the words on the stone tablet? Courage, wisdom, tenacity, calmness, it means... there are at least four ways."

Felix said softly, leaning back on the sofa and looking at her thoughtfully.

"You have done at least two things, which was something I didn't expect - first, you vaguely see through the illusion, which may be related to your frequent contact with the magic related to the thinking cabin, and it is not easy to be confused; second , you used this ability, and borrowed the power of illusion, to display the ancient magic golden flame I taught you, which is not something ordinary people can do."

"I've discussed this with Dumbledore before."

"How do you know—" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"If you really used the golden flame, you might have destroyed it." Felix smiled, "But this shows that your understanding of this magic has reached a passing level, and you can try it in reality. used."

"Now?" Hermione asked excitedly.

Felix looked at her expectantly.

"Oh, uh... well." Hermione sat up straight, cleared her throat, and read a series of ancient incantations, and then her fingertips burst into a ball of light, one after another Rune symbols Appearing in the air, put together as a whole.

"laugh!"

A golden flame appeared out of thin air, burning quietly, looking peaceful and distant.

"You can take your hand away," Felix said, and Hermione complied, with the flames still hanging in the air, and the surrounding air quivering slightly. Under her control, the flames were stretched out into various shapes, accidentally piercing a goblet through a scorching hole.

"You need more control, Granger. You've been good at this, but not good enough. You're going to let the fire do what you want, like this."

Felix said, his palm passed through the golden flame, and a small golden flame was stuck to the tip of his index finger.

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Is it amazing? Actually not at all, you haven't discovered the true characteristics of this magic. It is not a particularly violent magic in itself, otherwise I would not have taught you..."

...

Felix got busy in the new week.

After the class at noon, he took the time to go to classroom No. 7, recorded the name on the stone tablet, and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

When he saw the shortlist, McGonagall was taken aback: "And a sophomore?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either." Felix said with some emotion: "Unless she has a very deep and positive understanding of fear itself..."

"What are you going to do, Felix?"

Felix had a headache. "I'll discuss it with Severus. After all, she's a student of Slytherin Academy. It seems that she has a sister in the same academy..."

"I'm going to talk to Severus." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said solemnly: "No matter what, I will not agree to let the second-year students participate. We have discussed the training plan. To be honest, I think it is too much. Radical, even those fourth graders..."

"Minerva, the fourth grade is not too young. They are generally fourteen or fifteen years old, when they are most eager for honor. If they are persuaded to quit, maybe someone will secretly send us a roaring letter." Felix Just kidding.

"...Well, since both you and Professor Moody said so, Albus doesn't object."

Professor McGonagall did not insist on it any longer. These issues had been discussed more than once at the meeting before, and she actually agreed, and now she is just complaining a few words. She turned to other topics—

"Congratulations, Felix, Remus has a big order."