A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The students filed into the room, and the door to classroom seven closed automatically behind them.

There was only a long and narrow path in front of him, with thick fog curling around on both sides. In the thick fog, vague figures could be vaguely seen.

"You say, what monster is there?" said Roger Davis of Ravenclaw, a tall, handsome man with dark brown hair pulled back to reveal a handsome face.

At this moment, although he was talking to everyone, his eyes glanced at a beautiful girl not far from him.

"Where does he think he is, prom?" muttered Ron, who was walking in the back, causing Harry and Hermione to laugh. Embroidered with blue and bronze trim, he was trying to pull his hair back as he spoke.

There was also a chuckle in the mist, which made Harry stunned. He looked back sharply at the thick fog, he could hear it clearly, and the owner of the voice was near him. A cloud of mist floated away in front of him, and there was nothing there. He took a few steps hastily and heard Ron say, "...but who is that girl, she's so pretty!"

From Harry's point of view, the girl Davis stared at was indeed beautiful, petite, and even a little thin. She has pale complexion, delicate features, and short brown hair. The fly in the ointment is that her eyebrows are too thick to match her face very well. One more thing - she's a Slytherin.

"Do you know who she is?" Ron pulled Lahmione.

"How do I know?" said Hermione impatiently.

"You know at least half of the students in the school, like her, so..." Ron tried to find the right word to describe it, but couldn't come up with anything.

"I only know students who took Ancient Rune!" Hermione pointed out sharply.

They walked for more than ten minutes, and Felix, the leader, finally stopped. At this time, everyone discovered that they were in the middle of a crossroads. Two long cross aisles divided the place into four parts, and each area was covered by fog.

"I want to look at your paper first." Felix said to everyone, "You can go around... Although this place is not perfect, but..." He smiled, "I believe there will be surprises waiting for you. of."

As he spoke, he transformed himself into a comfortable armchair and sat down.

The students looked at each other, a little confused about what the professor meant.

The girl with short brown hair said calmly, "Are we encountering the same thing?"

Felix thought for a while and said, "It has something to do with the area you choose."

"Is it dangerous?"

"It depends on how you define it, but don't forget why you came."

The short-haired girl nodded slightly, pulled out her wand, turned and walked into the dense fog closest to her. The dense fog automatically separated a path. After she entered, the separated fog quietly closed.

After a few seconds, the people who remained did not hear any movement.

"Let's pick one too." Hermione said decisively. Harry and Ron saw that Davis was already chasing into the area where the short-haired girl entered, and they decided to change directions.

"Just this way!" said Harry, pointing to the right, where he first heard a chuckle and wanted to go inside.

Ron and Hermione had no objection. "Neville, how about you?" Harry asked, and Neville scratched his head. "I'd better stay with you. I'm a little worried when I'm alone."

Draco Malfoy, Bryce Shabini and two other Slytherin students entered a new area, Cedric, Susan Burns, Qiu Zhang, Angelina and others chose the last area .

The rest of the people immediately chose the direction, leaving Felix in the center, quickly flipping through the papers.

...

The students go through their own adventures.

Cedric found himself lost, and Qiu Zhang beside him was gone. After walking for a while, he saw a corner of the building faintly exposed in the clouds and mist, which was a tall and spacious arena. It's similar to the gilded ring in the duel class, but it's much bigger.

"Professor Flitwick?" Cedric opened his mouth in surprise when he saw the people standing in the ring.

He thought that he would encounter some strange-looking monsters. Professor Hepp's strange taste has gradually spread, and it has been passed on in a good way. For this reason, some young wizards from Muggle families have specially summarized some A monster that often appears in movies.

A witch who likes to watch ghost movies provided a wealth of material. When Qiu showed him, although he was calm on the surface, he was actually very panicked.

Young Flitwick smiled and said, "It's not good to be distracted here, maybe you are waiting for your companion to come?" He asked, pointing to the side.

Only then did Cedric realize that Qiu Zhangzheng was walking cautiously in the other direction, with Susan Burns, the Weasley twins and Angelina Johnson beside her.

"Yo! Cedric, you're here first." Fred greeted.

"We waited outside, and we caught a few more." George said with a smile.

"Everyone here has arrived, so what's your decision?" Flitwick raised his wand. "One by one, or together?"

On the other side, the second area—

Harry met a young student with reddish brown hair, and he always thought the face was a little familiar, especially his hooked nose, as if he had seen it somewhere, and this suspicion was not confirmed until he opened his mouth to introduce himself.

"Are you Headmaster Dumbledore?" Harry was taken aback.

"Headmaster?" said the young Albus Dumbledore, smiling. "I only have memories of being President of the Student Council. Do I want to share my experience with you, Harry?"

Harry felt that everything in front of him was extremely bizarre. He saw Dumbledore when he was young, and Dumbledore had to discuss the topic of the student council president with him. He couldn't figure out whether this was a trick. He tentatively said: "Professor Dumbledore, I came in listening to Professor Hepp. We... uh, are we going to fight?"

"A fight?" Young Dumbledore looked at him with a smile. "Of course."

ten seconds later.

Harry struggled so hard on the ground that his clothes seemed to be a cage, completely confining him inside. He can't even lift his hand now.

"You're too close to me, and you don't pay attention to the fluctuations of spellcasting. I guess, you haven't learned to cast spells without a wand?" said Dumbledore with reddish brown hair, and he waved his hand to dispel the magic, "Okay, Let's try again..."

third area.

Young Felix yawned, "Is it just the two of you, there are too few people and it's a bit boring."

Collins Foley gritted his teeth and waved his wand one after another, releasing silent spells one by one. "Bang bang bang!" The spell was pushed away by one hand, and Roger Davis couldn't get close to it at all. Felix's seemingly casual spells flew towards him. He wanted to stop Collins, but Completely exhausted, jumping up and down to avoid the spell.

Young Felix said lazily, "Do you want to learn the Iron Armor Mantra?"

fourth area.

Draco Malfoy was cornered, and a ten-foot-tall manticore stared down at him, the scorpion's barbs gleaming with a metallic cold glow, and he leaned back as hard as he could. Keep yourself away from that thing.

"Mr. Malfoy, I told you three times, don't run all the time..." Professor McGonagall raised his eyes and looked at him with hatred, followed by a row of humanoid puppets.

...

After about half an hour, Felix finally finished the paper.

"Tsk! I don't know what they encountered." He stood up, walked into the thick fog, walked around inside, and led the students out.

These students followed in a dejected manner, completely different from when they first arrived, with a shocked expression.

"So, each of you knows at least one administrator of the secret realm, and they come from the memories of the four professors when they were young, including myself, so you may feel that some people's personalities are slightly different from reality, yes ,Slightly different……"

Felix said with a guilty conscience, "It's all normal, you have to learn to distinguish." His own memory was a little too detached, relying on himself that he would not disappear. When Felix himself passed by, he found that His memory is performing the spell with eyes closed, and the girl named Collins is so angry...

Although he did think about it, he just thought about it and never practiced it. He doesn't joke about his own safety.

Felix sighed, whether it was the portrait or the young memory of Classroom 7, they were more cheerful and lively than his own character, probably because he didn't give them those dark, secret memories.

This made him have a bad hunch and guess: If he hadn't experienced what happened in school, would he have grown into a kind of absurd guy like memory?

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