A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Classroom No. 7, in a dimly lit secret room.

Cedric Diggory, Roger Davis, and Collins Foley form a three-man squad against a dark green basilisk over fifty feet long.

"Collins! Your way!" Cedric shouted.

Collins closed her eyes immediately, and in the next second, she noticed an icy gaze cast on her, her body began to stiffen, and the magic in her body seemed to solidify little by little, as if to make her whole body freeze into a stone, but she didn't. Know that this is the role of the super-sensation mantra.

"I'm not a Squib!"

She staggered back, panting. "Whoosh!" A broken sound rang out, a palm-sized stone brushed across her forehead, and a little blood was drawn on the sharp edge.

She lowered her body silently and waited quietly for the opportunity.

"Roger! It's coming to see you!"

She heard Cedric's voice again, opened her eyes suddenly, and the "eye disease spell" that had been brewing for a long time flew out immediately. .

"Only the left eye!" Davis' voice reminded.

A few minutes later, the basilisk collapsed, covered in bruises, breathing, but wounded and blind. Under normal circumstances, it is not far from death.

They gathered from different places and silently watched the basilisks disperse into countless green dots, and a sense of accomplishment filled their hearts.

Roger Davis was so tired that he slumped on the ground, and he didn't care about his image, anyway, they had seen even the worst look. This is already the fifth time they have faced the Basilisk, and the first four were the result of group annihilation.

"Great victory!" Flitwick screamed and appeared, his legs turned into hazy smoke, holding a long trail, suddenly appearing in front of them.

Cedric grinned. This was the time he saw this image of Professor Flitwick after he passed through a dark bat cave with an iron armor spell.

The four current administrators are markedly different in character—

Flitwick, Professor of Charms and Dean of Ravenclaw, is always full of passion, and does not hesitate to praise students for any progress, and even seems a little surprised; Professor of Transfiguration, Dean of Gryffindor McGonagall With a serious and meticulous character, she would appear at the beginning to give them a few helpful pieces of advice; and as a young Headmaster Dumbledore's favorite thing to do was chat with people, and the sharpness and insight he showed made the students They are ashamed.

The ancient Rune professor Hepu is the most alternative. He'll often show up when they're breaking through, stare at them, and point out mistakes in a less-than-pleasant way at the right time, and he's happy to show them how to get through it -- in their own way -- after they fail Way.

"...you should find that seeing the basilisk's eyes kills...it's actually a misinformation. Killing a wizard is not an easy task, if there is no magic at work in it, you will It was found that their eyes are not very different from ordinary snakes."

As usual, Flitwick made a clearance summary and commented on their actions.

"But Professor, the basilisk in the back room caused the petrification of a student and a cat last year." Cedric asked inexplicably.

"That doesn't mean anything. The basilisk was in a state of attack, and any creature that came in front of it would be attacked, and there's no reason to think that when it's left alone, it's maintaining a cloud of magic in its eyes."

Collins calmly analyzed: "Professor Flitwick, can I think that the basilisk's gaze is controlled like our magic?"

Flitwick nodded and praised sharply: "Yes, from the results of Severus's dissection of the basilisk, that's it!"

"Are there any other examples, Professor?" Cedric asked.

"Of course! Take the invisible beast as an example..." Flitwick said eloquently.

...

Cedric and the others dragged their tired bodies out of the secret room. The dark, damp, rugged and narrow room slowly disappeared behind them. At this moment, they were standing on the white and smooth floor, in an endless space, three different sizes. , buildings of very different styles are eerily juxtaposed, suggesting that there are other students.

Felix and Professor Sprout came towards each other, and they immediately squinted at the clothes of the two professors. This is a skill that everyone has been mastering over the past month - the administrator of Classroom No. 7, the clothes will emit Faint, silver light.

This is one of the ways to distinguish between real and unreal.

And the two in front of me... are both real.

"Professor Sprout, Professor Hepp!" the three greeted. Felix and Sprout nodded gently in response, and went deeper.

"Cedric, what do you think they're here for?" Davis asked.

Cedric's eyes stopped on the backs of the two professors, and suddenly he showed a surprised expression, his gray eyes looked eager, "Maybe we will soon welcome a new professor..."

The always calm Collins Foley was slightly surprised: "Don't!"

"Why?" Cedric stared at her, and Ms. Sprout was his dean.

"Think about what class she teaches," Collins closed his eyes. "I gave up on herbal medicine in sixth grade because I didn't want to take care of plants that were getting twisted and ugly..."

She said with trembling lips: "The stinging tentacles, the biting fang geraniums, the greasy gallbladder, the pus-splattered Mibu Mibao... Take the Babo tuber as an example. Observing from a distance, the fourth grade has to squeeze the pus out of them, what is the sixth grade?"

She turned to look at Cedric.

Cedric replied bitterly: "Skin and pollinate."

...

Deep in classroom 7, two professors stood quietly side by side.

A silver, short figure appeared before them, becoming more and more distinct. Felix felt like he saw twins, both with flowing gray hair and thick hats full of patches.

Sprout's memory hummed a song, and happily pulled up magical plants from the empty air, and planted dozens of willow trees. With agile steps, she shed black seeds one by one, and after a while, clusters of black thorns grew to five or six feet high.

Beside Felix, Professor Sprout looked enviously at the scene in front of him, the black thorns intertwined with each other to form a high wall.

"I once suggested to Dumbledore to plant a circle on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but it was too much work and finally had to give up."

"Uh, I think the students are having a headache..."

Meanwhile, the Weasley twins grumble in the common room, lamenting that they seem to have forgotten how to fly. Harry, who was busy with his homework, was surprised to find that he hadn't touched a broom for a long time.

So that evening, he dragged Ron and Hermione, who seemed to be drowning himself in a sea of ​​books, to the Quidditch pitch.

The southeast corner of the Quidditch pitch was occupied by a construction site at this time, and a dozen houses were connected together to form a ring, jointly guarding the tallest building in the center-it was almost a spire missing. Not fixed.

Some workers are working on the last part of the job.

Harry and the others watched from a distance for a while, then rode on their brooms to enjoy the cool October wind. Hermione sat sideways on her broom, keeping it three feet off the ground, and slowly circled the court while Harry steered the Firebolt, accelerating and accelerating until it turned into a scarlet shadow. He flew higher and farther, and from a few hundred feet he saw Hagrid approaching with a log at least thirty feet tall.

"Hagrid, do you need help?" He swooped over, circled Hagrid, and stopped in front of him.

Hagrid looked at him suspiciously.

Harry didn't say much, took out his wand, and chanted: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

Hagrid flipped the wood on his shoulders and said in a gruff voice, "Just do it..." They returned to the court together, and a red-faced wizard in a sun hat called out on the construction site, "This way... Hagrid! Work hard and we can finish it today."

Hagrid carried the wood on his back and erected it without much effort, and Harry, who was beside him, saw that it was one of the supporting pillars of the house.

The shouting red-faced wizard chanted a spell to fix the pillar, and the two people next to him kept looking at the blueprint, and one of them said in a complaining tone: "Are they going to move the school? Finn... make some space, we Make room for the statue."

"Statues? What statues?" cried the wizard Finn.

"They bring their own, but we need to reserve a place, understand? There will be a huge thunderbird in the place where you stand."

Harry walked over to Hagrid and asked, "This is...?"

"Ilvermorny's house," said Hagrid succinctly, looking at Hermione and Ron, who was buzzing excitedly around the circle at the top of the Quidditch doorposts.

Hagrid said thoughtfully: "It seems that you have been very restrained these days. You can come to my place for tea when you have time. Luna and Ginny come often, and Firenze..."

"Luna and Ginny?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I learned a lot from them, and Ginny thought about borrowing Aragog to see if Ron was really not afraid of spiders. You know, she's always been curious. …”

"It's still... um, is it alright?" Harry asked, actually wanting to ask if the old spider was dead, but it didn't seem very polite.

"It's okay," Hagrid grumbled. "Honestly, it's not good. It's been wanting to go back to the Forbidden Forest, but there's no place for it in the Octopus lair, and it can't see through... Felix every month. All spells - with a scaling spell so I can let it out on a regular basis, not always in a cage...the sun and some frog eggs would be nice..."

He babbled, much to Harry's surprise, he seemed to be missing something.

When they returned from the stadium to the castle, Hermione was still complaining that she had missed fifty pages of the book, but her face was smiling, Harry and Ron were used to her insincere words, and Ron interrupted to say his own. Divination class homework is not finished yet.

"But you don't seem in a hurry?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Thanks to spending time with Harry in the forbidden area, we have a lot of new ideas," Ron said. "It helps us maintain a good grade."

"Yeah, get high scores by making up your own bad luck," Hermione said. "Are you sure Trelawney knows the effects of the spell in the restricted area?"

Ron's expression was less confident, and he looked at Harry hesitantly.

At this point they entered the foyer, a new sign was posted on the big bulletin board, and a large group of students huddled below.

'The Big Five: The Ilvermorny delegation will arrive on Sunday 16th October at 10am. Teachers and students, please prepare in advance-'

"I knew it!" Ron exclaimed, as if he had discovered some kind of truth: "No wonder the professors have been reminding us of etiquette for the past two days!"

Harry didn't speak, his mind was already flying to two days later, Ilvermorny... what would their students be like?