A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Professor McGonagall stopped talking, Felix noticed that Snape's expression suddenly became strange, and he tried his best to look casual, saying lightly: "We have to take them seriously, those black magic... …”

He released his hand, letting the parchment slip from his fingertips.

"Things that hide behind dangerous emotions are elusive, unpredictable, and always beyond everyone's expectations... If Hogwarts students are unprepared for this, they will find themselves when they need it. Just a bunch of headless flies."

"When needed!" Moody repeated loudly, pointing at Snape with his missing nose. "Need to face, or to use? What do you think I've been doing these past two months?"

Snape and Moody stared at each other.

After a moment of silence, Flitwick interjected uneasily: "I think we all agree that the students will never be taught black magic—"

Snape glanced at him.

"exactly."

"That's it!" Flitwick said with some kind of encouragement, "but we can't let the students pretend not to see that black magic is a huge category of magic, and at some point, some scene, they are more advantageous.”

Professor McGonagall said impatiently, "You're confusing me, Filius, do you agree with Ilvermorny's suggestion?"

Felix said suddenly: "Professor Flitwick should do what I think - accept Ilvermorny's proposal. They have only two plans, one is to test Hogwarts before the other three schools arrive. The ability to prepare warriors."

"It's not just them, five schools will do the same thing. If you refer to the previous competition information, you will find that there is an option to unite with the weaker side and fight against the stronger side. What's more, five schools are participating now, and the number of warriors has increased to three. The situation is more complex and volatile. So every school wants to know where it is so it can develop an appropriate strategy.”

Several professors nodded, agreeing with his words.

"What about Ilvermorny's second plan?"

"Of course it's an assault to practice dark magic." Felix said, "Ilvermorny is not as repulsive to black magic as we are, but I want to remind you that the name of the course they teach is still Defense Against the Dark Arts, not black magic! "

"That means, most of the magic on this list, none of their students can!"

"You mean, Felix, we can learn which black magics Ilvermorny chose from the discussions between the students?" Professor McGonagall asked. Moody's prosthetic eyes kept rolling, looking like he was thinking fast.

"That's right," Felix glanced at the parchment in his hand, "there are about fifty kinds of black magic in it. There are various types of black magic. Except for Durmstrang, it is impossible for students in other schools to master them all. , the best strategy is to single out what works, and traditional schools like Beauxbatons, and maybe even Hogwarts, reject the use of dark magic."

McGonagall frowned, thinking and said: "In the five schools, Beauxbatons' attitude towards black magic is indeed similar to that of Hogwarts, and there is a possibility that you said. As for the remaining three... Demus Truly needless to say, their students have at least mastered most of the black magic on the list, Ilvermorny will choose selectively, the only uncertainty is Vagadu..."

"What do you think of Vaggardu?"

Felix shook his head gently, "I don't know about it. Some information is hearsay and cannot be used as a basis."

McGonagall glanced up at the other professors and made a decision. "Then, I will agree to Ilvermorny's request." She looked at the crowd: "Can we find a replacement spell to replace some of the obscure magical effects here?"

"Of course," Flitwick said sharply. "For example, the corrosive black magic here can be replaced by a softening spell, which can soften the scales of magical animals or hard stones."

"It works," Moody said gruffly.

"I'm fine, too," Felix said. "Also, we can change our thinking—not necessarily imitating, but also finding ways to prevent it, such as 'blood tracing', if the students have the awareness to prevent tracing , you can completely avoid this danger in advance.”

...

After the meeting, the professors dispersed.

Felix dragged Snape to visit Flitwick's office. Flitwick brought some biscuits and tea, and the professors ate and drank more than half of the black magic on the list.

Among the three, Flitwick is a master of spells and is very knowledgeable. The spells he masters are not limited to black magic and other categories, while Snape is simply fond of it. This is from his previous speech at the meeting. This tendency is manifested faintly.

As for Felix, he had also devoted time to the study of black magic, but he did not speak as much as the other two.

In fact, his strategy is very similar to that of Ilvermorny - just pick the right ones.

The Fire Spell is standard powerful black magic, but one of his best spells. Its power has reached a certain limit, except that the Iron Armor Mantra is expected to exceed this level, and the others are at most equivalent to the Fiery Fire Mantra.

The following weekend, Hogwarts' reserve warriors gathered in an open space between the Quidditch pitch and the Forbidden Forest, a makeshift practice ground. Students from both schools will compete and practice magic here.

But this has little to do with Harry and the others.

Professor McGonagall forbade them to participate, she just gathered a dozen candidates in sixth and seventh grades, ignoring those who were underage.

"Why don't you call us!" Ron complained.

"Because we're not really prepared warriors at all, and apart from the little knowledge taught by Professor Moody, we don't have any experience in dealing with black magic." Hermione said loudly, also reminding the surrounding students.

"Who said that," muttered Ron, "just find Professor Hepp's memory in classroom seven, choose the black market, and you'll see a room full of dark wizards—and every time it ends in chaos. "

It's not just Harry and Ron who are unwilling.

Neville, the Weasley twins, Susan Burns, Eddie Emilche were all here, hiding in the shade, not old enough to watch the seniors and the Ilverdess Nepal's preparatory warriors are trained, and there are professors as guides.

"You guys look like abandoned chevrons." A long-sounding voice emerged from behind them.

Harry was tired for a while, turned his head and glared at Draco Malfoy, not surprised to see that Crabbe and Goyle were also accompanied by two henchmen. But with Malfoy there were two others, the Greenglass sisters.

To a certain extent, Astoria is more famous as her younger sister, especially when her hobby is walking around the Black Lake on a serpent mount.

Harry hadn't spoken to her, but Hermione had. Miraculously, she barely counts as Daphne Greengrass's friend, or rather, rival? Anyway, Harry couldn't figure it out, the two quarreled when they met, but they didn't really fight.

And Hermione's view of Astoria is that a little girl spoiled by her family is very childish at heart. The only thing that can be called a virtue is that she has no prejudice against Muggle-born wizards.

"Granger, I want to fight on behalf of my sister!" Astoria pointed at Hermione and shouted.

But her arrogance was immediately suppressed by Daphne's pat on the head.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry said sternly.

"Don't call me the same as you," Draco sneered. "If I want to watch it, I will watch it liberally, instead of hiding here like a bunch of aggrieved babies..."

He stopped talking because everyone's eyes were burning with anger, and several had drawn their wands and looked at him maliciously.

"Let's go," Draco Malfoy said. "Go and say hi to my Ilvermorny friend!" He took the Slytherin students arrogantly toward the clearing.

"I have a good relationship with Victor, and the Graves family has a very high status in the American wizarding world..." His triumphant voice floated over from afar and got into their ears, making everyone ticklish.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and Fred said suddenly, "We know people from Ilvermorny, too."

"That's right." Harry immediately agreed.

"So..." Ron looked at the crowd eagerly.

"Go and see?" Fred said tentatively.

"Good idea," George replied without hesitation.

After a moment of silence, they walked towards the practice ground with neat steps.