A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Out of classroom No. 7, standing in the corridor, you can see the bright moonlight outside the window, painting a silvery light on the sparse shrubs in the courtyard.

"No need to send it," Newt said, turning around. "I have occasionally come over to replace the manuscript over the years, and I haven't forgotten the way."

Sniff Wallen stood on Felix's shoulder and waved with everyone.

On a fork in the road, the warriors of Hogwarts looked at Newt's back, with a feeling of envy in their hearts.

"Do you want to be like Mr. Scamander, doing the protection of magical animals after graduation?" Felix smiled at them and asked in a confident tone: "Or at a certain moment, want to be A naturalist?"

"Professor, how do you know?" Cedric asked in surprise. He did have an urge just now to follow the old man's footsteps and travel to every corner of the world to see the magical creatures that share their magic power.

Felix laughed softly.

"This is the charisma of a great wizard. Their own experience alone is enough to make countless people moved and fascinated by it, and they can't wait to follow him... But you must think clearly and do not rush to make a decision."

"Remember what I said? Hogwarts has a popular graduation trip for a while, you can use it as a reference, go and see more, and broaden your horizons. Some truths only truly belong to you if you experience them, others A man's words are no more precious than a nut."

With thoughtful expressions, they parted by the spiral staircase.

Collins Foley and Cedric Diggory continued down, their common room was on the basement level, Roger Davis and Harry three went up, until at the end, only three of Harry were left facing the ground. to the Gryffindor common room.

"It's probably ten o'clock. There shouldn't be many people in the lounge, right?" Hermione said expectantly.

They seemed to have turned into rare animals in the classroom today, attracting everyone's attention. There was a lot of discussion, and the attitude of the students from the other three colleges was not very good. There was an atmosphere of opposition between them and Gryffindor, as if they had stolen the honor of the other colleges.

The students of Gryffindor would defend them, but this kind of maintenance was equivalent to treating them differently, and it was also not what they wanted. Especially when they met the Creevey brothers after class at noon, the 'Harry Potter Admirer's Club' seems to have added a new member, Colin's younger brother Dennis Creevey is more appealing than his brother, One of the evidences is that he has brought in a group of freshmen, including all four colleges.

So the three of them fled.

They ran to the auditorium in one breath, finished their lunch early, and left in a hurry before anyone else came.

In the afternoon class on the protection of magical creatures, Hagrid used the excuse that the blast-tailed snail had grown to three feet and needed to maintain a certain amount of exercise, so that each of the students took a blast-tailed snail for a walk. These fried-tail snails are no longer fleshy, shellless, colorless bugs in the incubator, but have grown a thick, gray-white armor-like hard shell with astonishing strength.

If you just glanced at it occasionally, and ignored the exaggerated-sized blow-tailed snails, you would think that these little wizards were walking around with a puppy. But the truth is, they are like helpless duckweed in a gust of wind, or a boat in a black lake in a torrential rain, dragged forward by exploding tail snails—whenever their tails spew a cluster of sparks, these explosions The snail would suddenly advance six or seven feet, dragging the little wizard who was holding the rope behind him to the side, and Lavender Brown was dragged directly to the ground, screaming horribly, struggling to get up.

Hagrid took this opportunity to express his concerns to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

The three of Harry thanked Hagrid for rescuing them from Malfoy's ruthless taunts, as Ron's face was about to turn the color of a roasted snail - Seamus remarked in one complaint that if Seamus If Grid continued to let them take care of the blow-tail snails, he couldn't help but cast the Blast Charm on them.

This sentence caused the little wizards who had been complaining for a long time to share the same hatred, and they had a heated discussion. Dean introduced the fried scorpions and steamed crabs he had eaten, no matter which way of cooking, he could help out. Even Harry got involved, arguing with them about whether the fried tail snails would turn red when they were cooked.

...

"You don't look very good, are you worried about the fire dragon?" Hagrid asked at the time.

Ron's face quickly cooled down, and his face that was flushed with anger had turned the color of the shell of a fried snail, a pale white with a hint of gray, and his calf couldn't help shaking. up. After a few weeks, the word "fire dragon" has successfully surpassed the spider and became his new fear switch.

Seeing Ron's expression, Hagrid didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder, and Ron sat on the ground with a "poof".

"Ouch - I'm sorry! But you can't do this. Anyway, exercise your body well so that you can run faster..."

This is the reason why Harry and the others are insensitive to Hagrid's consolation and respect, and it is completely counterproductive!

...

On the spiral staircase, Harry and the others slowed down their progress as much as possible. The Weasley twins had not used up the fireworks they used to celebrate last night. According to their habits, they will definitely make up for it today, maybe just waiting for them to push it now. Open the door.

Walking up the stairs, two Ravenclaw girls came down, glanced at them, turned their heads and walked back.

Hermione sighed deeply.

"Didn't Cedric say help us explain?" Harry asked puzzled.

"It's only been a day, not so fast," said Hermione. "They're pissed."

"Just take a break here." Harry said disinterestedly. He sat on the steps and saw the portraits on both sides of the stairs staring at them, and he suddenly burst into anger: "Do you want to see? Come here and see it better!"

The old wizard with a walrus beard in the portrait who had just squeezed in gave him a blank look and left with a grumbling.

"Harry..."

"I'm fine, just a little uncomfortable." Harry took a deep breath and said, Sirius only comforted him in the morning, and the chat with Mr. Scamander in the evening made him temporarily forget his troubles, but now these things All are back.

"If Malfoy is going to call me something like Blow-Tail, Scarhead, I'll give him a hard lesson," Harry said, clenching his fists.

Hermione's originally dignified face smiled, and then they both quieted down and thought about their own thoughts.

"Harry, what do you think the clock in my house looks like now? Will it point to 'fatal danger'?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry hesitated, "Probably not." He knew what Ron was talking about, there was a magical wall clock in the Burrow that didn't show any specific time, but what the family members were doing. At twelve o'clock on a conventional clock, "fatal danger" is marked.

"I haven't told my family yet about my being a Warrior," said Ron, glancing at Hermione. "Neither did you?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I hope it can be delayed one day, although Professor Hepp said that the Warriors can let their family come to watch the game, but I refused." She said.

"I can't get away," said Ron with a sullen face. "Ginny writes to the house every week, and Fred and George every one or two months, unless they get into trouble. And Percy. And Charlie, they work at the Ministry of Magic, and sooner or later know..."

"Maybe one day I wake up and I'll watch them rush into the bedroom to fight me off, or have the owl send me a red roaring letter."

"We have to do something," said Harry, standing up.

Ron and Hermione looked up at him.

Hermione said hesitantly, "You mean classroom seven? But according to the professor's plan, we will follow Mr. Scamander's memory to learn about fire dragons for the next few days, and wait until the weekend to determine everyone's style. , to formulate a game strategy. Other schools should do the same, and all the students in Ilvermorny have asked for leave today."

"We can't always count on others, Ron, what do you say?" Harry looked at Ron.

Ron licked his lips and said slowly: "I think Hermione is right, we don't know anything yet, those magics are useless to fire dragons..."

"How can it be useless!" Harry shouted, drawing the attention of the portraits again, but he said indifferently, "Remember the professor's black hanging door? Remember what we were selected for? You all Forgot?"

He stared into Hermione's eyes, Hermione compromised first, then he looked at Ron, who swallowed hard.

After a few minutes.

Felix Hepp's memory folded his arms and leaned against the wall, watching them nonchalantly.

"So, are you planning to try the fire dragon's power in advance?"

"That's right," Harry said, dragging Ron and Hermione.

Felix Hepp's memory stuck his head to one side, as if listening to someone in the air, the three of them looked around and found nothing. In their expectant gaze, the memory spreads his hands: "Some people disagree. But...I find it very interesting..."

The dark ancient wall he was leaning against gradually collapsed, and the fire dragons lowered their heads, and a large pool of water dripped in front of the three of them.

"Do you need me to count down for you? Three-two-"

"Run!" Harry yelled.