A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the next few days, the little wizards were very keen to discuss those rambling, unrestrained movie plots, along with comments on the professors in the school. First- and second-year students tend to look at their seniors with admiration, expressing sourly that Flitwick, the Charms professor, is fine, and allows them to play games in the last class of the semester.

"That's really good, especially when compared to other professors..." Seamus said angrily, while rushing to his Potions class, his eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept well .

The little wizards, even if they still had the slightest expectation of the no-nonsense Professor McGonagall, would not unrealistically think that Snape would allow the students to be rowdy in his class. In fact, he simply put the steps of testing the antidote on the last day before the holiday, making the little wizards tremble and dare not slack off.

Neville sat in the empty chair next to Seamus and told him some tricks.

"Especially pay attention to the amount of mistletoe berries, or your toads will never come back..."

"I don't have toads, you know, Neville."

Dean Thomas snickered and said, "He just expressed his worries." He handed Seamus a small biscuit, Seamus opened his mouth to bite down the half, chewed it fiercely, and continued to write his thesis . At this moment, he suddenly sprouted a feather.

Dean sneered. "Fred and George's canary biscuits for seven silver coins." He put the remaining half in his mouth, and Neville found him sitting In the middle of two huge canaries, he looked left and right, and his eyes could not be used.

The people in the lounge looked at them, and Neville felt uncomfortable. He picked up a custard cookie in embarrassment and stuffed it into his mouth—

Everyone pointed at the three canaries and laughed, "Ouch~" Angelina laughed so much that tears flowed out.

...

On the day before Christmas, Hogwarts finally ushered in the Christmas holiday.

It was snowing heavily outside, Felix and Sniff Warren were playing crackling cards on the sofa. Warren had to change the way of playing, so he watched him build up cards with his short hands, "You are Are you building a nest for yourself?" he asked curiously.

Sniff's hand trembled, and the cards ignited sparks as if receiving an order.

Felix stretched out his hand to fish, hugged it and sat back on the sofa. With a "bang", he sniffed and stared at the rising cloud of mushroom-shaped black smoke in a daze.

"Looks like you've learned a lot," he said to Warren.

At this time, there was a sound of wings flapping outside the window, Felix opened the window, and seven or eight owls of different sizes and colors flew in from outside, all of them carrying packages and letters with them.

"Tomorrow is Christmas." Felix said to himself, "I guess there will be a large number of readers greetings, I have to hurry up and write a reply." He looked at the corner of the wall, where there were piles of preparations like a hill Gift.

Warren watched Felix remove the packages and letters from the owls, and provided food and water for the long-distance visitors to rest for a while, and then the owls flew away, leaving only a few Can't go around.

When he turned around again, Felix was already sitting in the high-backed chair behind his desk, and started to write a reply.

"let me see……"

He opened a letter, and after reading it, he took out a quill and parchment, and replied quickly—

"Mr. Sirius, it is a pleasure to hear from you. I have studied the scales of the Armenian Mystic Snake that you sent me, and have expressed great interest in the secret pattern on it. It is difficult to say whether this pattern is related to the They are related to their unique magic-like abilities, and further research is needed... I wish you all the best in your investigations in the Iranian plateau."

Felix put the letter in the envelope, and a brown owl jumped on the table and stretched out a leg for him to tie the reply to. Warren finally handed him an owl biscuit, which he took in his mouth and fluttered into the blizzard.

Then came the second reply:

"Miss Meg, Merry Christmas... No, I don't have a new book plan at the moment, there should be a booklet on rune, not sure about the content... Also, I don't think I'll put my picture on the cover. Great idea, but thanks for the suggestion."

The third letter was not so friendly. Fortunately, Felix discovered the trap in advance and easily lifted the curse above. Even the big reddish-brown bird who was delivering the letter was left in advance. It was standing with its legs together aggrievedly. Felix wrote:

"Mr. Anonymous, your pranks are as lame as your handwriting. I don't want to waste my words discussing any Muggle issues with you. I hope your courier will deliver my return on time on Christmas Day."

Felix cursed the parchment and hung the letter on the big reddish-brown bird. "Go, go back to your master," he said with a smile.

In the day that followed, he seemed busy—

"Ms. Jane, thank you for your continued support. I'm not sure if you can receive this letter, those owls never found you and sent them back. Maybe there's something wrong with your identity and you need to keep it a secret, I'm on it. I understand very well. The black market has been in turmoil recently. As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic is cracking down on illegal drugs, which may be related to a batch of outflowing wolf poison drugs..."

"Mr. Vera, your granddaughter has performed very well. I'm ready to raise her salary. You must not let her join the Ancient Rune Association. I believe that in two or three years, Keremy's income will be It will surpass you, and as long as you think about it a little, you will find that what she is doing now makes more sense, Mr. Vice President."

...

During the reply period, Yuria Edmund, Bethnie Bach, and Biles Bach came to visit, and Biles walked at the end with three big boxes in his arms.

"Professor Haipu, this is a Christmas present for you..."

Yuria explained with a smile: "Byers insists on holding it by himself, Bethnie wants to help him, but he doesn't want to."

Byers looked at him a little embarrassedly, and then he said falteringly, "Professor Hepp, how many words have Warren learned?"

"It's still very little... I shouldn't be able to communicate with you yet, you can play Crackling Blast, it's good at traditional play," Felix said.

Byers stared absently at the scattered explosive cards on the table, "This, uh... Warren is so smart."

Felix was sitting on the sofa with Uriah and Bethney, and he took out honey tea to entertain them: "Uriah, you wouldn't want to talk about some obscure magic and nonsense in front of Bethney today. Magic debate, right?"

"Of course not, it's mainly because Bethni wants to visit you and bring gifts by the way." Yuria said that he has been here many times recently, especially when he lost his wand on the bright side. Less than his head, he is more leisurely on weekdays.

When he had nothing to do, he would go to Felix's office to discuss some magical and non-magical perspectives, both of which were helpful.

Chatting and chatting, Yuria mentioned Byers, he nodded his chin in the direction of Byers, and said, "He is now the captain of the Warriors."

"Then Graves..."

Uriah shook his head, "His mentality is not suitable for being a captain." He talked about what just happened, "We caught up with a very interesting scene when we came, the warrior of Beauxbatons-the surnamed Draku Yell, trying to invite your warrior, but he already has a dance partner."

"Is it Cedric Diggory?" Felix said after thinking.

"That's right," Yuria smiled, "she's very charming, but it doesn't always work..."

The 'Armenian Mystic Snake' that appears in this chapter comes from a contribution from the book group 'Ravenclaw-Selvinta-Siris'.