A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At night, the ancient Rune office.

The golden mist condensed into realistic humanoid images, which floated one by one in front of Felix. Sniff Warren stood on the small square table, reaching for the golden shadow.

"Igor Karkaroff, ex-Death Eater, Voldemort's betrayer. Suspicious: Sneak into the hallway, alone with the Goblet of Fire - less suspect;"

"Ludo Bagman, accused of helping the Death Eaters pass information. Suspicious: Huge welcome to Harry as a warrior - suspect, but no time for the crime;"

For a long time, the Goblet of Fire was in Dumbledore's hands, and if something went wrong, it wouldn't go unnoticed.

"Barty Crouch, who served as the head of the law enforcement department, has a tough style. He was implicated by the son of the Death Eaters and was transferred from the core position. Suspicious: his wife and son died one after another because of this incident, and their future was ruined. It cannot be ruled out. Possibility to go to extremes; plus physical weakness, clash with Fudge during the World Cup - suspect, but no time to commit the crime, with Bagman;"

"Mrs. Olim Maxime, suspected to be a half-blooded giant. During the war years, the giants were once Voldemort's die-hard supporters. Suspicious: not found yet."

"Vagado, Ilvermorny, and the students of each school have incomplete information and cannot judge..."

Felix pondered silently until finally, when a figure with fake eyes and a scarred face appeared, he waved and let the golden mist dissipate.

"No matter who the hands are, one or a group, their goal is Harry, and they want Harry to die. But, will it be too much trouble, maybe there is a deeper purpose..."

"And has Voldemort been resurrected now? Did he want to use Harry as his first sacrifice after his resurrection? Staged the return of the dead? If he is resurrected but doesn't show up, he may only be secretly recruiting the old team, so that the Dumbledore's intelligence network should be able to find clues... Fortunately, I'm not bad, it's time to write a letter to a few old friends."

He glanced at the improved Marauder's map, paused for a moment on Moody's name, and put it away. "Have to find time to include the residences of the four magic schools."

He regained his senses and saw that Sniff Wallen was staring at him, he smiled and patted Sniff's long beak twice.

Before going to bed, he thought about it carefully, and seemed to have forgotten something... "Oh, yes," he waved his hand and let the fireplace ignite a green flame, Felix whispered: "Don't blame me for blocking you. The fireplace disturbs me six or seven times a day, and no one can stand it."

The next morning.

Harry opened his eyes dazedly, startled to see what Ron looked like - he didn't seem to have slept all night, the shadows under his eyes were darker than Mr. Crouch's.

"The cat was looking for you," said Ron hoarsely. "It's been scratching the door, and I put it in."

Harry lifted the curtain of the four-poster bed and saw Crookshanks crouching on the cabinet beside the bed, the squashed cat face staring intently at him, tail sweeping aimlessly, A stack of rune cards was scattered.

"Anything, Crookshanks?" he asked.

On the cabinet, the ginger cat stretched out a paw, pointed to the outside, and let out a penetrating howl, and Seamus, who was sleeping beside him, turned over.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry asked tentatively, "You want me to go outside? Is... Hermione looking for me?"

Crookshanks' yellow eyes looked approving.

So Harry changed his pajamas, and in the interval between dressing, he took time to glance out the window, it was dark outside, it was estimated that it was only four or five o'clock, and he couldn't help yawning.

Yesterday he went to bed very late, and today he was woken up early, and he hadn't slept for a few hours at all.

In the common room, Harry and Ron saw Hermione sneaking outside, covering herself tightly and wrapping a scarf on her head that looked like a Beauxbatons student.

The last time Harry saw a similar outfit was because Hermione had mistakenly ingested the Potion Potion with cat hair. In between recovery periods, the facial hair is covered with polymorphism, a magical spell said to be used by vampires to hide their fangs.

"Hermione, what's the matter... and Ron, I've been meaning to ask, did you all stay up all night?"

"I can't sleep - oops, don't ask, here comes Sirius," Hermione said hurriedly, her voice strange, like a piece of candy in her mouth.

"Who?" Harry suddenly woke up.

Outside the door of the Gryffindor common room, Sirius was chatting with the portrait of the Fat Lady. Mrs. Fatty was having a good time talking, and she recited her lines in a deliberately lowered theatrical voice—

"The little boy with a blue nose and a swollen face--returned by night--hard training in the dark--ah~ finally become a fearless warrior--"

Sirius frowned, feeling more and more irritable. What the hell is this singing!

"Can't you just let me in?" he asked reluctantly for the fifth time.

"Oh, no." The fat lady stopped and said solemnly, "I have professional ethics. You are neither a student nor a professor, and you are not allowed to enter if you have a password..."

The door opened from the inside, her portrait was turned aside, and Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped out.

"Sirius, why are you here? Hermione told me, I don't quite believe it!" Harry asked in surprise.

"Otherwise, when such a big thing happened, how could I be able to sit still? You should inform me immediately, the two-way mirror is used at this time." Sirius said angrily, he looked at the two behind Harry , "So, the three-person team has officially been officially recognized? Have you decided what name to name your group?"

Ron glanced at him and said nothing.

Harry glared at the open-mouthed godfather, and Sirius immediately raised his hand in surrender, "Okay, inadvertently - you should know how I feel right now."

"Professor Hepp told you, Mr. Black?" Hermione asked sharply, still in that strange way of speaking, and Harry gave her a strange look. .

"Call me Sirius—yes, the books in the old house are so useful." Sirius said bitterly, and he embraced Harry, "Let's find an empty classroom, have a good chat, and you come too. Well, anyway, it's a grasshopper on a rope now..."

"I hate it," Harry muttered.

Sirius grinned and stroked Harry's tousled hair.

They found an empty classroom, and each told the information they knew. Harry and the others learned more useful information. For example, when Karkaroff was still a Death Eater, he was caught by Moody, but He escaped punishment from the Ministry of Magic by giving out a list of Death Eaters, and more than ten years later, he transformed himself into Durmstrang's headmaster.

"We finally know why Karkaroff is so jealous and hateful of Professor Moody," said Harry, looking at Ron, who had discussed the subject before, and Ron responded absentmindedly.

When Harry mentioned that the first project had something to do with dragons, Sirius got up and walked back and forth in the empty classroom.

"How could it be possible for you to deal with this kind of thing!" he yelled.

Harry had to admit that he hadn't seriously thought about how to deal with a dragon, other than a conversation he had with Sirius when he saw the dragon magic lamp at the light show. Last night, he was more worried about the possibility that Hogwarts might not get the trophy, and also worried about the cold reception they might suffer, but unfortunately, he did not think about how to be in the public, in the claws and flames of the dragon , and recovered a small life.

"Maybe there are more than one." Sirius said, "Don't forget, you are competing in small groups, and the difficulty is definitely higher than in previous years-of course, I am not talking about your level of difficulty, but the level of those warriors in the past. ."

Harry noticed that Ron was shaking rhythmically again. He mustered up his courage and said, "We're not too far behind, Hermione defeated a student of Ilvermorny - the one named Victor, he was the first warrior to be singled out, and normally, it must be more suitable for the requirements. The sooner you get elected, right?"

Sirius looked at Hermione, and Hermione wrapped her head so that it was impossible to see her expression.

"I, uh, I..." she stammered through the veil.

"It seems that you are not ready yet." Sirius pointed out sharply.

Harry opened his mouth, helplessly realizing that what his godfather said was right, and none of them were prepared. He couldn't help but wonder, would other warriors, like Cedric, be too worried to sleep? Or will you be excited to hear the news of the fire dragon?

To make his mentality look positive, he asked, "How do we beat a dragon?"

"Defeat a dragon?" repeated Sirius.

"That's right... we talked about it last time, didn't we? At the Quidditch World Cup light show," Harry said in a relaxed tone, "you said you could use the Eye Spell, good idea, maybe we can use this A spell, but better aim..."

Sirius stared at him and said, "Your tone doesn't seem to be facing a 5X-level dangerous creature that can burn you to ashes in one breath, but a sniff or something. In your impression, is it a failure? Is the result just a coin in your pocket?"

"Burn to ashes?" said Ron quiveringly.

"Yeah, the fire spewed out by the fire dragon is not ordinary, the iron armor spell may not be able to prevent it, and as long as the tail comes down, it can smash you and the magic shield into flesh... If there is no good way, your A wand is no better than a toothpick."

...

At the dining table in the auditorium, Sirius and Harry had breakfast together, and they all had no appetite. In addition to having to think about the fire dragon, they also had strange eyes and pointing at other people.

"Don't pay attention to them, you will only say some sour words." Sirius said: "If you really can't swallow this breath, I suggest you find the least eye-catching one to fight."

Hermione glared at him, and when she was eating, she finally took off her hijab, and they saw that there was an extra line of blisters on her mouth.

"I thought you were the calmest of the three, but I didn't expect..." Sirius looked at her and said.

"It has nothing to do with the calmness, I'm just worried... ouch!" Hermione covered her mouth, and she didn't dare to speak loudly again after that.

"You'd better go to the school hospital," said Harry.

Hermione snorted twice.

...

"Nothing to worry about," Felix said, with the six Hogwarts warriors in front of him.

That evening, he gathered six people in classroom No. 7 for targeted guidance.

"Since you are tied together, it is definitely not to lose. Think about it carefully, you have a lot of advantages."

"Advantage?"

Felix waved his wand, and the silvery-white smoke behind him gathered towards them, and he soon became invisible. They have been staying in classroom No. 7 these days, and they are not unfamiliar with the current changes.

The six people waited quietly. After a while, the fog in front of them dissipated little by little, and they found themselves standing on a hillside with soft brown soil under their feet. The thick fog in the distance has not yet cleared, and you can vaguely see emerald peaks and black rock walls.

They found themselves in the middle of the mountains, a dark shadow swept low over their heads and flew into the depths of the thick fog.

"Where is this place?"

Collins Foley pursed his lips and asked. The students who participated in the selection recognized that, except for the inexplicable ugly creatures of Professor Haipu, most of the remaining scenes were close to reality and there were traces to follow.

She squatted down, dipped her hands into the soft dirt, and grabbed a handful of grass blades—a very real feeling.

"Romania Fire Dragon Reserve." Felix said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Bagman, for letting me have no scruples when I accidentally leaked the secret. I hope he won't be questioned by his superiors when he returns."

Hermione was the first to ask: "So for the project we are going to challenge, those fire dragons are all from the Fire Dragon Reserve?"

"That's right," Felix said. "I've been in the reserve for several days, and I know a little bit about all kinds of dragons... that's your first advantage."

The six people swayed for a while, and Harry raised his head and looked around, looking around, one after another huge fire dragon streaked across the sky.

"I think I heard a human voice?" Cedric said hesitantly.

"Let's go down and have a look," Felix said with a smile, as they walked down the hill and saw a group of people fighting a wounded Romanian longhorned dragon with a big hole in one half of its wings, bloody, but still very Cautious, the dark green scales on the neck expand outward, as if there are small green shields inserted, and the long golden horns are always aimed at the person it considers the most threatening.

"Watch out, it's going to breathe fire - Charlie, use the Stunning Charm!" shouted a wizard.

Ron suddenly widened his eyes, pointed at a man and shouted, "That's Charlie, my brother! He's in Romania! Oh, my God!" After the dense and dazzling red light passed, the tall body of the fire dragon smashed to the ground.

They felt the ground under their feet tremble, and they swallowed together.

Felix said from the side: "You can get close and take a look." While speaking, the time in this area seemed to freeze, and the fire dragon and the dragon trainers did not move. They walked closer and looked closely at the fire dragon that was overturned on the ground. They couldn't help but click their tongues. It was too big, at least six times longer than the tallest of them, Cedric and Roger Davis. seven times.

The only consolation is that the dragon's tail takes up a third of its body length.

"Longhorns like to use their horns to kill their prey before roasting it, then grab it with its claws and drag it back to the nest, occasionally stringing it with horns, or wrapping its tail with its tail," Felix said.

Harry looked at the two long golden horns on the top of the dragon's head. He had no doubt that they could pierce all prey in sight. He imagined the picture of himself hanging on it, and couldn't help grinning.

The six people followed Professor Haipu forward with full of thoughts, and unknowingly came to a camp. There were more people here, but they all turned a blind eye to them. Felix introduced on the side: "This is the scene I saw when I first came here. Behind the camp is a paddock surrounded by fireproof materials. There are several sick fire dragons in it. I have beaten them all. One of them is particularly interesting..."

"Professor Hepp, are we just watching?" Cedric asked. "I mean, you should want us to fight dragons to gain experience?"

"That's the last step," Felix said. "First of all, to dispel your fear of dragons, what's the best way to dispel your fear? You should all have some experience...

You have to understand them first, and Headmaster Dumbledore has found a teacher for you who has a much richer knowledge of fire dragons than I do. "

While talking, the curtain of a tent in front of them was lifted, and two identical old men walked out from inside.

"What do you think, Mr. Scamander?" Felix asked politely.

"Interesting, very interesting...eye-opening." The two old men said in unison, they looked at each other and smiled.

Er, let me tell you, there is only one update today, 4.7k words.