A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Ronald Weasley," Dumbledore called again.

Ron was completely stunned. He couldn't help wondering if there was another freshman named "Ronald" at the school, but he was the only one named Weasley.

Soon, he stood up excitedly, I am a warrior, I am a warrior!

He grabbed the stunned Hermione, walked over to Harry with a happy smile on his face, and bit his ear: "You can do it, brother! I thought you left me, you are How did you do it, did you use an invisibility cloak at night? Honestly, you should have called me up, I haven't seen it yet..."

"I didn't put a single note in there!" said Harry angrily. He couldn't help but get mad, why couldn't Ron see that he didn't do anything?

"Okay...you three, go to that door," Dumbledore said, without a smile on his face.

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium, which made Harry's heart numb. He just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and go to a quiet corner to think about things. He strode away without hesitation, as if to leave his troubles behind, Hermione following him, worried--Ron walked last, deliberately slowing his pace, straightening his chest, as he imagined in his mind. The big man walked like a big man, the only regret was that there was not much applause in the auditorium.

Harry pushed the door open, looking in from his seat with his neck stretched out, but now he finally saw it. This is a small room, with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides. When they entered, a wrinkled witch left her frame and whispered to the wizard in the portrait next to it. Below the portrait, there are six or seven spacious sofas, which reminded him of the Rune Club, and in the fireplace directly opposite, the fire was burning brightly.

Harry realized that something was wrong. This is obviously not a place for thinking. Fifteen pairs of eyes swept over. At this moment, their eyes made Harry feel suffocated. Ron nudged him behind him and stuck his head out with a smile. "Wait, Harry? Do you want them to take a look at the youngest warrior?"

"Shut up!" Harry said, but it was too late, just a few steps away on the sofa, the girl who looked like a Veela, probably named "Furong", raised a delicate face and looked at it in astonishment. At them, "Are you warriors?"

"I……"

Before Harry could answer, she turned her head, her silver hair fluttered, Harry sniffed the aroma and choked on what he was going to say when he heard Fleur say in one direction, "Cedric , your students are really joking..."

Only then did Harry realize that, opposite Fleur, sat the three warriors of Hogwarts. Cedric smiled at him: "What's the matter? We can't hear clearly inside, it's a mess outside."

Harry found himself suddenly losing the ability to speak, especially when facing the three warriors of Hogwarts, and it felt like Snape was chanting the tongue charm behind his back.

At this moment there was a rush of footsteps behind them, and Ludo Bagman ran over, "Why are they all blocked outside?" He and Hermione were squeezed into the room, and the heat of the room was blowing.

"It's so bizarre!" Bagman squeezed Harry's arm and dragged him to the middle of the room, looking around as if he was reciting a classic drama line, "Absolutely so bizarre! Gentlemen... Ladies, allow me to introduce - as incredible as it may seem - but this is the sixth group of Champions of the Tournament!"

He didn't seem to realize that everyone was staring at him, and he waved to Hermione and Ron who were still standing at the door, "Come here, it's a strange news! There are also your seniors here, you should get to know them well. a bit--"

Ron pulled Lahmione and was thrown away by her, so he walked over alone, straightening his body, dizzy now, filling every corner of his body with great joy. He suddenly wanted to raise his wand and recite the incantation of the Patronus. He felt that he would succeed. He was a warrior! This was a scene he had never seen in the Mirror of Erised when he was in first grade.

But Furong’s words poured a ladle of cold water on him—

"Sorry, Mr. Bagman," Fleur said. "Something went wrong, they can't play, they're too young—two little boys, and a little girl."

Harry, who was looking around from the corner of his eye, although his brain was a mess, and all kinds of emotions were mixed-he saw Cedric's confused expression, Krum frowned by the fire, his expression gloomy , Byers opened his mouth wide, and the three Valgardu warriors stared at him - but when he heard Furong's words, he still felt a trace of anger passing through his heart.

little boy?

At this time, a large group of footsteps approached, the door was slammed open with a "bang", and Mrs. Maxim's tall and burly body walked in, followed by a string of headmasters and a sick-looking Barty Crouch.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said angrily, her head almost touching the chandelier that hung from the ceiling--the chandelier had magic lights in it, and when she stood up straight, it blocked a large area of Light, the room immediately darkened.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, with a cold smile on his face and cold eyes.

Several other principals were full of anger, ready to attack at any time.

There was another scene in the auditorium—

Felix squatted half-squatting, carefully scrutinizing the extinguished Goblet of Fire. It looked like a crappy carpenter had cut it out at random, and the tool he used was an axe that didn't even have a complete arc.

But he looked very seriously, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.

"Did you see anything, Felix?" Flitwick whispered. "There's something wrong with the Goblet of Fire?"

"It's easy to come to this conclusion, the question is, who and how," Felix said softly. "It's not this that I worry most about, the unique two groups of warriors...not necessarily a good thing."

Flitwick looked at him hesitantly. "Dumbledore will fix it, won't he?"

At this time, the auditorium was chaotic and noisy, and many professors spontaneously maintained order, "Prefects, take responsibility." Professor Sprout said loudly, "The principals will discuss a result, we just need to wait. ."

"Not waiting!" said a grumpy voice.

Professor Sprout turned his head and looked at the limping man in amazement, "Professor Moody...?"

Moody's also remained in the auditorium.

He passed Professor Sprout, the magic eye twirling wildly in its sockets, staring at the tumultuous students in the auditorium.

"Quiet!" he yelled, "Listen to me now," he paced among the crowd, the wooden crutches made a dull "tuk-tuk" sound, "there's an accident, your principal has more important things to deal with , there are some things I need to ask him clearly-"

He raised his head, glanced at the crowd with his eyes, and said softly, "I know that some of you don't follow the usual path, or are afraid of being embarrassed... In short, you chose to sign up at night... In the dead of night... ...you think it's just you, but there is still a sneaky figure hidden in the darkness. I'm very sure that some of you have seen him...Those things you think are unusual, things that are different from usual...weird shadows, irrational reflections, think about it, and tell me."

In a disturbing commotion, the little wizards looked left and right, and in the crowd, a little Hufflepuff wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

"It's you? It's you! Child, what did you find?"

Moody strode over, took the little wizard in one hand, lowered his head and asked. Frightened, the little wizard tried to keep himself away from Moody's false eye.

"Professor Moody, you seem to frighten him." Felix said, and at some point, he stood beside Moody and looked at him without a trace.

"You're right, Professor Hepp." Moody smacked his lips, a smile on his scarred face, looking even more terrifying.

But he took a few steps back to make way.

Felix rescued the little wizard from Moody's hands and asked gently, "What's your name? What grade?"

"O, Owen Caldwell, sir," stammered the little wizard. "I'm in first grade."

Felix smiled, "You can call me Professor Hepp, then, Mr. Caldwell, did you go out for a night out last night? As a freshman, you're quite brave, tell me what you saw?"

"It's not a night tour, Professor Hepp," Owen emphasized, he saw Moody lowered his head again, the terrifying face was getting closer to him, and hurriedly closed his eyes, "I want to go to the kitchen to find I ordered food, Eleanor told me, she, she was my friend... But on the way back, I thought, the Goblet of Fire was in the foyer, I could go and see... Professor, I didn't think so violated school rules."

"Well, I know, what did you see?" Felix asked the point.

"I-I saw... I saw..." He hesitated, his eyes widened suddenly, "Principal Durmstrang!"

The auditorium was so silent that a needle could be heard.

"That's impossible! He's lying!" said one Durmstrang student indignantly.

"I didn't!" cried the little wizard named Owen, blushing. "I saw his beard, the beard like a goat! Sneaking out of the hall!"

"Good job, kid." Moody gave a terrifying smile and dragged Owen to the room next door to the auditorium. "I need your testimony to see what else they have to say!"

Felix followed behind, pondering secretly, he was not as optimistic as Moody, and there was probably already a lot of noise inside.

Sure enough, as soon as they opened the door, they heard Karkaroff's voice——

"Bylaws? Unfair bylaws! I insist on re-enrolling my students, and of course other schools, anyway, exclude Hogwarts this time!"

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid it won't work," said Bagman uneasily. "The Goblet of Fire has just gone out and won't be rekindled until the next Tournament—"

"During the next tournament, Durmstrang will never participate!" Karkaroff was furious, walking around in the narrow room, his silver-white fur cloak made a loud sound of wind, " So, I propose to let go of the constraints on Durmstrang's students, that part of the black magic..."

"Karkaroff, we negotiated-"

"You asked me to discuss it with me? Didn't we have enough meetings before, what did we get in return? Shameful cheating! I just want to leave now!"

"Are you shouting thief to catch thief, Karkaroff!" growled Moody, "all champions must compete, as Dumbledore said, bound by a magical contract, unless you want your students severe punishment."

Karkaroff stared at him panting and his eyes were red, but he never mentioned leaving again. He turned to look at the other three principals, "You are talking, am I the only one here to object?"

The headmaster of Vagadu, the little witch spoke, and she sat crossed on the sofa by the fireplace, the three warriors of Vagadu stood behind her, and the broad-shouldered student blocked the fire from the fireplace. Strictly.

"I've heard it for a long time that there is a tradition of cheating in the Tournament." She grinned, looking like a grotesque voodoo granny: "But I've always admired Headmaster Dumbledore, since he said he didn't cheat. , someone else must have moved—"

"That's what I'm here for," said Moody gruffly. "Albus, I've brought a piece of evidence." He pushed the little wizard, who timidly said what he had just said in the auditorium. He said it again, then closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

Harry looked at him from a distance, as if he had seen himself.

At this moment, things seemed to have taken a turn for the better. Everyone, including the three warriors of Durmstrang, turned their heads to look at Karkaroff, the principal who has always been unpopular in the school.

"I, you, you are framing!" Karkaroff said in a panic.

"Then why did you show up in the hallway late at night?" Moody grumbled. "Don't try to deny it, I've got the eye on you."

Karkaroff stood aside, looking furious. He turned to look at the other three principals, "What do you think?"

"Don't try to change the subject! Clear your suspicions before others!" Moody yelled.

"What do you think I'll do?" Karkaroff shouted, "I'm just being cautious, and I'm habitually checking...even if I wanted to cheat, I wouldn't give Hogwarts an inexplicable second group of warriors. !"

These words made sense. Several principals nodded slightly. Everyone hoped that their warriors would win, and they would not make any betrayal of enemies and give other schools a second chance.

But Moody still insisted, "Maybe someone's purpose is not to win... yes," his voice snarled: "Maybe someone wants Potter to die for this, yeah, some of you don't Understand, an ordinary little boy, what a big deal... but you understand his worth, don't you, Karkaroff?"

His magic eye turned around and took in the expressions of everyone in the room. The only intact eye stared at Karkaroff, spittle.

"Don't forget who you used to be, some scum will be scum all their lives, you—"

"Alastor!" Dumbledore looked at him sternly, and Moody smacked his lips and stopped talking.

Karkaroff, like a wounded little animal, suddenly lost all his strength and leaned against the wall involuntarily. "You're... a threat! I tell you, it's not me... there's no reason..."

Madame Maxime snorted loudly, she occupied a sofa by herself, and said: "I must remind you that it is off topic now, I don't know what your grievances are, but our focus now is what to do Dealing with the second group of warriors that came out of Hogwarts."

"These are small problems," Felix said suddenly.

"Small problem? Small problem!?" Madame Maxime repeated his words annoyed.

"That's right, little question...please wait, ma'am," Felix said, looking at Dumbledore. "Albus?"

Dumbledore raised his head and met his gaze—

In an instant, the light and shadow distorted, and the world hung upside down.

Regarding the question of too many unfamiliar names in these chapters -

Don't memorize it, I will arrange a short plot for the more scenes, and the rest that I haven't mentioned is the trick. In addition, the three warriors of Vagadu can be distinguished by their surnames. The author is transliterated, which is basically the same as their animal deformation.

LaShawn Elifendi - Elephant; Nona Raibert - Panther; Panagiota Brands Eagle - Bronze Eagle (Vulture).