A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"According to the mean?" Bagman asked uneasily.

"Yes, the mean. There are two groups of warriors at Hogwarts. The first group of warriors are from three different houses, and the second group of warriors are all from Gryffindor. Obviously, this is not good for the four house students. The relationship between them. So, just tie them together..."

"For example, five schools, plus two judges, will be calculated on the basis of 70 out of 70 points for a single item. If Hogwarts has a group of 70 points, a group of 0 points, and the last two groups have a score of 35 points ."

"However, when it comes to the sequence in the project, it is best to calculate it separately." He added another sentence.

Everyone's eyes lit up and nodded involuntarily.

Madam Maxim frowned, "If I understand correctly, if Hogwarts wants to win the game, it must occupy the first and second place, and the disadvantage is too great..."

Bagman wiped his round face with a handkerchief, looking very anxious, "At last someone is being fair, and I think so too, if one group performs too badly, it's not a drag on the other who had hope of winning the championship. One group?"

Karkaroff laughed, "I think this method is fair."

Bagman said angrily: "In case there is a group of dead people! Uh, sorry, I mean... In case there is a group of warriors who lose their ability to compete, such as suffering incurable injuries, then their score must be very low. !"

"That's the punishment for cheating at Hogwarts, isn't it?" Karkaroff said tactfully.

"Anyone with a little brains wouldn't think it was Hogwarts, but I think everyone there should be thoroughly investigated. Besides," Moody said impatiently, "you haven't cleared your suspicions yet. , Karkaroff!"

Moody's magic eye rolled and looked at Karkaroff contemptuously.

Dumbledore spoke, and he said in his usual calm tone: "If there is no objection, let's play the game in this way. The students of the four Hogwarts academies are all one. Compared with the honor of the competition, I am More emphasis on what they have achieved in this game.”

Harry felt extremely guilty. He opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione pulled him aside and shook his head resolutely.

After a long silence, no one further disagreed, and everyone tacitly agreed that Hogwarts would have two sets of warriors, and their unique way of scoring, which, frankly, exceeded their initial expectations.

At this time, most people actually believed that the abnormality of the Goblet of Fire was not the hands and feet of Hogwarts, but this kind of speculation inevitably cast a shadow on their hearts.

Everyone's minds are heavy.

"Okay," Dumbledore looked at the others with a grin - Harry couldn't believe how he was able to laugh - "Next, let Mr. Crouch instruct the warrior. Barty?"

Mr. Crouch seemed suddenly to wake up from his deep thoughts.

"Okay," he said, "director, yes...the first project..." In the bright light, he looked extra haggard, with two thick bags under his eyes, deep wrinkles like It's like slicing it out with a knife.

"This tournament is different from the past, completely different... In addition to the unprecedented five schools and six teams, and the competition is carried out in groups, we have to increase the difficulty while ensuring that the warriors are safe enough. Please. Rest assured, the Ministry of Magic has arranged professional staff to protect everyone, in addition, Dumbledore also promised that he will choose a wizard with high mana to rule the whole situation... Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore nodded and said happily: "I already have the right person."

"Very well, let's get back to the point." Mr. Crouch said: "The first project is very difficult and the time is very short. On the 24th of this month... So we have prepared three keywords for the warriors. Provides a direction to prepare, but doesn't tell you exactly what you're going to face...a little bit of brainstorming..."

"The first key word, courage, considers your courage and whether you have the courage to face the unknown - if you are too stupid to guess. However, the Ministry believes that after knowing what to face, you still have the courage to face it. , this quality is even more valuable;"

"The second key word, cooperation, I don't need to say more. Every participating team-three people must unite, and one person can never complete the project;"

"The third key word, flame," when Crouch said the word, Graves of Ilvermorny gave Hermione a quick glance, pale, but no one noticed, and Crouch continued He continued: "This point will not be expanded. It is regarded as a secret, and it is also a test of your wisdom..."

He stopped, leaving the people in the room to chew on these three words, courage, cooperation, flame, only the third word was the most important. Many people realize that the warriors may be facing dangerous magical flames, be it the environment, traps, or some magical creature that manipulates the flames.

Barty Crouch retracted himself into the shadows, and Ludo Bagman said happily: "Barty has given everyone a hint, as long as you prepare carefully, I believe you can deal with those—"

"Fire dragon!" a voice suddenly said.

"What, what?" Bagman almost bit his tongue, he turned his head sharply, and stared at the inconspicuous student who made the sound.

Ron shivered and said, "I guess, it can breathe fire. All I can think of is a fire dragon. When I was in first grade—"

Harry stepped on him, "Uh, I mean," Ron tried his best not to expose Hagrid, "I have someone in my family working on a dragon farm, I went to see it when I was in first grade, and I was very impressed. deep……"

Bagman's tensed face slackened, "Is it, ah, that's what it is... But you heard it wrong, Barty was talking about flames, not fire-breathing..." He repeated nervously, " It's not fire-breathing." His body swayed uncomfortably, and his movements were all watched by those with a heart.

Felix turned his head away, quite speechless, do you dare to hint more clearly?

"So it's not a fire dragon?" asked one of the warriors of Vargardu.

Everyone stared at him like they were looking at a troll, or something like that. Bagman pretended not to hear him and turned to look at Dumbledore, "Our mission is almost done. I want to stay at Hogwarts tonight, okay?"

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "Barty, why don't you stay too, you look too tired."

"No, I have to go back to the Ministry, it's a very busy, very difficult time...I put young Weatherby in charge temporarily..." he babbled, the first to leave.

Then the people left one after another, until the rest of the house was gone - "Alastor." Dumbledore left Moody behind.

The door slammed shut behind them.

Felix stood not far away, waiting silently, as motionless as a statue.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again, and Moody came out, limping away on crutches.

After a while, Dumbledore came out, looked at Felix in the corner, and shook his head slightly.

Moody's turned out to be real? Judging from the information currently available, he is the most suspicious. If it wasn't him, who would it be?

Felix's heart sank, and Dumbledore left, leaving him to think quietly. In the thinking room, a figure appeared in turn, some clear, some vague.

Even Karkaroff's goatee dangled in his mind.

"Oh, it's getting more and more interesting," Felix said to himself. "Maybe it's time to get out the Marauder's map..."

On the way back to the office, he turned a corner, and a group of people rushed out.

"Professor, we are willing to give up the game..."

"Yes, Professor Hepp."

"Can you talk to Headmaster Dumbledore again—"

Felix raised his hand to stop the chattering Harry, Ron and Hermione, and a few steps behind them stood another group of warriors.

"Do you want to be Squibs?"

"What?" Harry asked stunned. He didn't know how to bring up the subject. Of course he knew about the Squib, and Filch was the Squib, he knew it when he was in second grade.

Hermione's eyes widened with fear, and Harry stared blankly into her face, a look he had never seen before.

"This is the price of abandoning the game, so I asked you, do you want to be a Squib?"

"What a joke!" Harry yelled, his body shaking, not knowing whether it was fear or anger. He couldn't imagine the consequences of being a Squib. Hogwarts was the first place he identified with in his heart, the first home... How could he allow himself to leave?

Even Cedric and the others were stunned. Although Principal Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized that the contract could not be violated, they never thought that abandoning the game would be such a punishment.

Squibs, lose their magic power... In fact, there is a thin magic power in Squibs, which allows them to see things that ordinary people can't see, use potions, and enjoy some of the convenience of magic, but most of them, in the end, You can't perform a magic spell in a lifetime.

"Then there is no need to say such a thing."

Felix said quickly: "The second topic is next. Why should the two groups of warriors at Hogwarts be tied together? That's what you care about too, right?"

The six people—Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Flitschchi nodded.

Felix explained: "On the one hand, this is a necessary compromise, and you don't want the four internationally renowned wizarding schools to be hostile to Hogwarts for decades to come?"

Shaking his head in unison.

"On the other hand, this is also my own hope." Felix looked at the six stunned faces, and finally smiled, "Yes, the situation in front of me is exactly what I want to achieve."

"Why, why?" Harry stammered.

"When there was a second group of warriors at Hogwarts, I immediately realized the danger - no, it wasn't someone tampering with the rules of the Goblet of Fire, that came later," Felix saw Harry want to chime in, and he Added a sentence.

"Hogwarts has two sets of warriors, which is not just an honor, but also a sign of the division of the four houses. Although my attempt at Rune Club slightly broke the strong barriers between the four houses, it suddenly occurred to me that if If I don't do something, this tournament could ruin all my efforts."

"Of course I wouldn't allow that to happen," Felix said. "So after consulting Dumbledore, I came up with new scoring rules."

Harry they stared at him blankly.

"However, Professor Hepp," said Ron suddenly, "doing this will only cost the school the championship trophy, Hogwarts will lose, and it will bring great disaster."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked politely.

"Because, because..." Ron held up one of his hands, which trembled uncontrollably, "because I...when I knew the first project was a dragon, it was always like this. I didn't It's not the Warriors' material, if I participate, not only will it not help, but it will also be a hindrance."

"Just hearing the name makes me terrified. If I really face a fire dragon, I'm absolutely dead, and it will also implicate Harry and Hermione. When I think of this scene, I think," he looked pale and sternly Said: "It's better to kick me out and choose another one to go up, Squib, actually..."

"Ron..." Hermione said sadly.

"I know I'm not as good as all of you, and even among the students selected, I'm at the bottom of the group—"

"Not a batch," Felix interjected.

"What?" Ron looked at him in amazement.

"Not a batch, I mean, you're the worst one," Felix said. "Among the selected students, not counting Miss Greenglass, you are the worst."

"But Neville..." Ron said indignantly, staring at him.

"The number of spells Neville has mastered is not as good as yours, but he spends far more thought on iron armor spells and stun spells than you. The most important thing is that he has initially formed a duel system that suits him. As time goes on, The gap between you will become more and more obvious."

Ron was stunned, his mind was blank, and his whole body seemed to be stupid.

"Professor Hepp—" Harry looked eagerly at Ron and then at Felix, not knowing why.

"...However, I am very optimistic about your potential."

Ron rolled his eyes, his pale face became a little more angry, and he repeated blankly, "Potential?"

"Yeah, potential. In fact, your talent is not bad. Even if you are playing, you can still rank in the middle level. If you only consider practical ability, you can rank in the front of the grade..."

Ron looked at him. "But I'm no match for—"

"You lack enough motivation." Felix scratched his head, "An interesting phenomenon is that no matter in the duel class, the ancient rune class, or the rune club, your performance is mediocre, that kind of Lower-middle, you can't find your type at first glance."

Ron's face wrinkled.

"But it's actually three different levels of difficulty," Felix said.

"That's why I think you lack enough motivation," Felix said. "Originally it was your personal choice, and I wouldn't interfere too much, but now the situation is different. For whatever reason, you have become a hobbyist. One of Gwarts' warriors."

"In a sense, you are still the most important one, and you should understand what I mean."

Harry had never seen Ron shake so evenly, from head to toe, the muscles in his face were shaking.

"I decide if Hogwarts will end up with the trophy?" Ron said slowly.

"You can understand it this way, if you compare the Championship to a Quidditch game, you're the only goalkeeper," Felix said. "In the past, you didn't have a reason to be stronger, and now you have—"

"In small terms, you are one of the warriors, and you have the opportunity to win honor for the school through hard work; in large terms, every ounce of effort you make now is protecting your two good friends - Potter and Grant. Jay's life."

"I look forward to your performance on your first project."

He took a few steps and turned his head to look at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Your life may be difficult in the next few days, after all, there will be an extra group of warriors, especially when the scoring rules are announced."

"Only when the first project is over, you might be better off..."

"Professor Hepp!" Cedric said. "I'll come forward and explain to the others. I heard them all. Harry and the others are victims too."

"I'll also make it clear to the Ravenclaw students that I'm a prefect," Roger Davis said.

"Me too, Professor Hepp," Collins said, glaring at Ron. "I must get the trophy, and I'll be watching you."

Felix hooked the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, and turned away.