A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The keynote of December is high winds and blizzards, and compared to the vast expanse of the world, Hogwarts Castle is like a small animal in a white felt hat in the snow.

Like a sniff.

A pair of Hogwarts students stand and chat in the courtyard. "Come closer," Eleanor said, taking a locket from her thin pocket and examining it closely. "I remember there were buttons on the edge to adjust the range..."

The boy next to her hesitated and sat a little closer. Caldwell watched her intently fiddle with the knob on the locket.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"The thermostat locket, my mother sent it to me," Eleanor explained, her head bowed to study. "All right!"

"What... wow." Caldwell exclaimed, he felt a warm breath seeping in through the cold clothes, and he was a little uncomfortable at first, because the heat made him suddenly realize How cold his outer clothes are, but soon, he squinted his eyes comfortably.

It seems like summer is suddenly back.

"I said why you didn't put on a thick woolen cloak, so you have this... this thermostat box!" Caldwell said, his face flushed from the heat, he hurriedly wrapped it around his neck thick scarf loose.

"It's the thermostatic locket," Eleanor repeated, and then showed him the locket, "with two knobs, one for range and one for temperature, a new product from Future World. , and my mother mailed it to me immediately by owl."

"Future world?" Caldwell heard another unfamiliar word.

"Whoops! It's a fairly well-known company these days, and they're all over the news. The Magic Lights show, the collaboration with the Wacky Sisters, the branches in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade...they've got an upcoming release. There are more than a dozen products in the product list, and I especially want the jade crown."

Caldwell looked at her enviously, "You know so much, it's not like I don't know anything."

"Because my mother was a wizard, she graduated from Hufflepuff—like me, she told me the little secret of the kitchen..." Eleanor said, squinting, she had moon-white hair and a small face. round.

"So you don't have to worry, feel free to ask me if you don't understand." She patted her chest and said.

They sat on benches in the courtyard, watching the men and women leisurely passing by on the weekends, pointing at everyone who passed by.

"Look, that man is Slytherin, as you can tell from the color of his scarf."

"The two girls are holding magic puppets, which are props for the ancient rune class. I guess they are looking for a secluded place to play."

"Ha, look at that man, does his clothes look like little wizard Mick? Especially the way he scratches his head, so stupid..." Eleanor giggled.

Caldwell listened carefully, then pointed to a person in the distance, "It's Professor Moody!"

The two fell silent, watching quietly as Moody shuffled on one leg, approaching and leaving from a distance. They held their breath until he turned a corner and the "crunch" of the snow finally died down.

"He's scary, isn't he?" Eleanor said softly.

"Yeah, you're right," Caldwell agreed, "you can't believe how horrible he was yelling at me the day he picked the Warriors, that tattered nose so close I'm less than three inches, thanks to a young professor who saved me..."

"Don't talk about it." Eleanor immediately remembered the scene when she was reprimanded by Professor Moody when she dyed puffball in class.

Under the action of the constant temperature locket, the icy cold wind turned into a refreshing spring breeze, cool, but it made Caldwell comfortable. He felt that Eleanor had set the temperature of the locket too high. The two of them seemed to be sitting by the fire of the fireplace, and the snow around them fainted in a circle.

"What's that?" Caldwell said suddenly, pointing to the snow in the courtyard. "There's something down there."

"I don't know," Eleanor said. She took her wand out of her pocket and watched the snow warily. Caldwell did the same, but they were both first-year students and they didn't learn much. spell.

"It must be a living creature!" said Caldwell, and they raised their legs and placed them on the edge of the chair, watching carefully as what was in the snow dragged a long trail, and then slid a short distance away from them. place stopped.

Just when Caldwell began to wonder if a large mouth full of fangs would suddenly appear, Snowpack puffed up a small bag, "It's coming out!" Eleanor said nervously, one hand gripping tightly. Live Caldwell's arm.

"Don't, don't worry, it doesn't look big... I should be able to handle... Huh?"

He was about to cheer for Eleanor when a pink beak stuck out, followed by a hairy head.

"Ha!"

Sniff Warren raised his head, looked around against a layer of snow, paused on Eleanor and Caldwell, glanced in the direction of the courtyard exit, and got into the snow again.

"What is that...it doesn't look very scary," said Caldwell, who couldn't help blushing, perhaps because Eleanor was too close and the locket was too hot.

"A sniff," Eleanor said. "I heard from the prefect that a professor at school had a sniff... oh shit."

"What's wrong?"

"We missed an opportunity! The prefect said that this sniffle has a lot of treasures, and no one knows what good things are hidden in its pockets, but as long as it likes it, it will take out the treasures and exchange it with you!"

"What can a sniff have, a nice rock?" Caldwell asked, that was all he could think of.

"More than that, I heard that a pair of twins gave this sniffling a box of hard-to-pull fireworks, but they got a quill that can draw in the air, and the drawn characters can still move... and a student gave it to me. I bought it a glowing grass and exchanged it for a bottle of blue bubble blowing water."

"Blowing bubbles?"

"Bubble that can put people in!"

Caldwell imagined Eleanor being put into a blue bubble, and he found himself looking forward to it. But the sniff had already left, and he could only stare at the traces that sniff left on the snow.

...

Sniff Warren is enjoying a rare vacation. It has made an agreement with the Great Demon King that for every hundred words it learns, it can come out and stroll around, the kind that no one is watching.

Coming out of the courtyard and walking a distance, it stuck its head out again. It smelled more than a dozen familiar scents, picked one of them, and moved quickly. Occasionally raising my head, I can still hear some incomprehensible conversations——

"I'm only telling you, who made you my sister...Professor Trelawney predicts that bad things will happen!"

"Well," said a voice with little interest, "who will die this time?"

"Padma Patil!" The person who spoke earlier sounded unhappy, "You should learn to respect the professor."

"Sorry, Ravenclaw only respects the truly learned."

Sniffing Warren stuck his head out of the snow, and saw a pair of twin sisters who looked alike were at each other's throats, he hesitated to walk back.

"Look, it's Sniff! Don't go, I want to exchange things with you!" One of the witches ran towards it excitedly, and Warren was startled, hurriedly got into the snow, and ran away in a hurry.

This time it was much more cautious. When he hears voices, he will deliberately slow down. Soon, it smelled a familiar scent, no, three.

"Wagado people don't live in snow houses, do they?"

"Fred, you are insulting my African friends, they have their own station... The environment is not good, but it is definitely better than Durmstrang, poor ghost ship, swaying in the wind... ..." said a fast-talking voice that didn't sound very angry.

"You really made friends with them?" Fred asked in surprise.

"Look at my braids, brother, we are all bronze eagles tonight!" Li Jordan shouted the slogan that he didn't want money.

"Oh Lee, the Ravenclaw students won't be happy..." George said with a smile.

Niu Niu passed quickly like a black shadow, and found her target before entering the main building of the castle.

"That was an absolutely terrible idea," Ron said.

"I don't think so," said Hermione quietly.

"Don't you think it's outrageous? We squatted outside Ilvermorny's camp for two hours just to have a word with those goblins... I nearly died when they pointed arrows at me."

Harry was silent, he wanted to sleep in on the weekend today, but Hermione insisted on taking them to interview the goblins, asking them how their life in Ilvermorny was, and saying that they were going to be with Hogwarts. House-elves for a comparative study.

As a result, the goblins rudely drove them away. As for his thoughts... He is now wood from head to toe, and he just wants to go back and take a hot bath quickly, and he doesn't want to talk at all.

At this moment, a black shadow came out in front of him, and he subconsciously pulled out his wand, but stopped when he saw the shadow clearly, "Walun?" He shouted in surprise.

Sniff climbed over his shoulders and watched Ron and Hermione arguing condescendingly.

"Haw (go on)!"