A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

For the rest of January, nothing major happened, but small problems continued.

After Professor Moody's return to the classroom, he has brought new controversy, and in the mouths of some senior students, he seems to have a shadow of 'Lockhart' - let them find information, read aloud in class, and vividly tell the story of what happened own experience.

His famous saying - "Stay vigilant at all times" appeared again in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

During this period of time, the little wizards went to the library every day to find information about the war more than ten years ago. The originally quite deserted records of the war were turned out, including various newspapers from more than ten years ago.

The little wizards were exhausted from looking at these things every day. Coupled with the fifth and seventh grade wizard rank exams, many students who were in class suddenly started crying hysterically and were sent to the school hospital by the professors.

Even the optimists, Fred and George, breathed a sigh of relief when the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes returned to 'normal'. One afternoon, Fred snorted and said, "Mom and Dad rarely talked to us about the war. If anyone talked about it, the other would interrupt, and Mom rarely talked about the two uncles. . . . We went through the newspapers of those years to find out what life they lived..."

George said with a lingering fear: "Every two or three days I see pictures of houses marked by the Dark Lord, and I have a shadow."

Harry didn't want to say more, because there's been a trend at Hogwarts lately, and since Professor Moody asked students to read the deeds of those who died in the war one by one in class, some descendants of 'war heroes' are being used in awe. eyes watching.

More than once, Neville stammered to explain that his parents had recovered, and showed the clippings and newspapers he had collected to his classmates, but the number of people who came to comfort him continued unabated. It was the same with Harry, who suddenly found that Parvati Patil looked at him with a softer expression...

He doesn't like this feeling, and every time someone looks at him like this, it reminds him of the fact that his parents sacrificed. 'No one is a hero to make their son worshipped. ' Harry thought angrily.

He, Hermione and Ron practiced spells in the abandoned classroom, and learned a lot of useful spells one after another. They were still in a remote corner, smashing a small piece of black lake ice, and experimenting with unskilled warming spells. And the Waterproof Charm, shivering every time, came out of the lake.

By the time the ice in the Black Lake melted, and Krum was practicing diving from the diving board of the black sailboat in a pair of shorts, they had already figured out how to maintain their combat effectiveness in the Black Lake.

"The effect of spells on land is greatly reduced in water, especially flame magic. At most, it shoots a scorching stream of water. It is estimated that the effect on Grindylo is not as good as pulling away the spell..." Hermione was nervous. say.

That's what she'd become as February came, and when Ron suggested that they could kick these dangerous creatures away with their feet, Hermione glared at him, looking like she was about to give him a kick.

"We might need some Transfiguration and Summoning Charms," ​​Hermione said.

"Are you going to have us summon a stick?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Don't be silly, I'm referring to this—" said Hermione, pulling out her wand and shouting, "Flock of birds!" He fluttered his wings and circled the three of them inside.

"What's the use of it?" asked Harry, who had seen the spell before. Before the start of the first project, Mr. Ollivander was invited to examine the wands of the warriors, and he used Krum's wand to perform the spell.

"They can peck and obscure people, but I prefer Professor Flitwick's approach," said Hermione, blushing as she struggled to maintain the magic, as Harry and Ron had never seen her use a spell. laborious.

She seemed to be fighting against some invisible resistance. The wand made a half-circle. The birds suddenly swelled up, the size of an owl. Harry's eyes widened suddenly. He had the impression of this picture. In grade, Professor Flitwick demonstrated it in dueling class.

Getting up close and personal with this magic again after two years, Harry stared in horror at the birds' long, sharp beaks, which were three inches long!

With another bang, the birds disappeared.

Hermione breathed lightly and shook her head, "I still can't handle it. In fact, I have always been good at manipulating magic, especially after practicing with Billywig in the Rune Club..."

When they returned to the castle from Black Lake, Ron whispered to Harry, "She'll just have to hide behind the rocks and cast the spell, these little birds will help her out of all her troubles, and you can't do anything about her. "

Harry thought about the scene just now and couldn't agree more.

"How's your bubble head spell?" Harry whispered.

Ron's face fell, "It was a nightmare, I've written to my family saying I don't need their help...but Fred and George blocked the way ahead of time, you know, Mom even complimented them in her reply..."

Harry was deeply concerned, especially when he saw that Ron practiced the bubble head spell and the first thing he did was take a shower, leaving a long-lasting smell of dung bombs behind him.

His own Humanoid Iron Armor was not progressing well either. If there is a choice - he definitely prefers to master the protective humanoid armor spell instead of the single-purpose bubble head spell, but now he has to make a choice and consider which one is more cost-effective.

For the next few days, he ran all the way to classroom 7, even forgetting about Occlumency. So when he was awakened by a nightmare one day, he could only blame himself for being lazy about it.

Harry told Professor Hepp about it, hoping the professor would pass it on to Headmaster Dumbledore, although he didn't remember much.

"All I know is that Voldemort is very happy, something happy has come," said Harry, searching his stomach.

Felix nodded, "Maybe he found a temporary body for himself. There's no way to do it. They hid it too well." He also hoped that Voldemort would call on Rita Skeeter. Trouble so he can try to catch little Crouch.

But Rita Skeeter, who got his promise, moved quietly and is currently hiding in Diagon Alley sorting out the information that Sirius gave her.

Harry went back with a lot of thought, and began to wonder what the point of participating in the hegemony match was - Voldemort was ready to be resurrected, and he could only practice the useless Freezing Charm in the Black Lake, how could he still expect it to freeze Voldemort The life-threatening curse?

The person who supported him through this period of self-doubt was Sirius. If there is anyone in this world who is most emotionally close to him, it is only his godfather, including his attitude towards Voldemort.

But to Harry's surprise, Sirius found himself a temporary job. He nearly dropped his jaw when he saw the Smelting High School badge through a two-way mirror.

"How did you get to where Dudley went to school?" Harry yelled recklessly, and a fifth-grader in the common room raised his head scowling and murmured, "Another crazy one." Unfinished homework.

Sirius in the mirror is quite cheerful, "It was introduced by Felix, because I can't get a diploma recognized by Muggles, I can only do chores, and I don't have much money... But what should I say? I Did find some tricks with taking students."

Harry listened to Sirius talk about his teaching assistantship, "I use my wand to handle the equipment when no one's there, and do it fast and well..."

There is also an old teacher in his fifties who is his partner, and is out of breath every time he runs.

After Sirius learned how to use the whistle to send foul students off the field, he slacked off on the sidelines. So Harry was fortunate to see Dudley dragging his fat body around the field, especially when he was sticking his tongue out, almost rubbing it to the finish line, Harry's pressure disappeared all of a sudden.

Before the first Hogsmeade weekend in February, he learned the Humanoid Charm. His iron armor has also undergone earth-shaking changes. The only regret is that he can't turn the iron armor into a cool golden or blood red shield.

Ron also ended his special training. On the day he succeeded in learning the bubble head spell, he walked around the lounge wearing a huge transparent cover that looked like an upside-down fish tank. He also participated in the discussion between Fred and George, expressing that he was willing to pay for it. One or two big dung bombs.

Fred and George grinned and handed him a spree of Honeydukes candy.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had a fun day at Hogsmeade, and then got back into intense preparation. Harry and Hermione walked into the depths of the Black Lake step by step with the humanoid iron armor spell, and Ron with the bubble head spell, and they saw a novel world.

Harry was surprised that he was so unfamiliar with Black Lake before.

A few dozen feet below the surface of Black Lake, they could still see the gray, eerie water above. At your feet was a jungle of undulating, tangled black weeds, a wide flat sandy sand strewn with gleaming pebbles.

In the distance are large shadows, not a single light. They can only see a small area nearby with the help of a luminous spell with their wands up. The darker areas are different shades of black. From time to time, large things pass by them. They can't be sure that it is a piece of wood. Or some kind of creature, maybe a giant squid!

Harry had another worry, what if the giant squid swallowed them in one bite? Although it would push drowning students back into the boat when freshmen entered, he couldn't guarantee that it would always be so gentle, especially when Ron said during a breath that they had already invaded its territory.

Over time, they went deeper and deeper into the Black Lake, even trying to get close to the merfolk tribe on one adventure.

Swimming around, Harry noticed that Hermione and Ron were gone, something was pulling at him, much to Harry's horror, until a bright, milky light lit up in the distance before he realized that it was the A Grindillo.

"Resolute!" Harry chanted through the humanoid armor, and the horned pale green creature's hand loosened like a cramp, and he swam to Hermione, who held the bright light in her hand. The ball of light, looking around in a panic - she was surrounded by a group of mermaids.

In the end they were thrown out in dejection. Judging from the rude gesture of the leading mermaid, if they dared to invade the merman's territory again, it is estimated that they would have to wait for Dumbledore or Professor Hepp to lead them.

Harry touched his head and came out of the water wet. He didn't know how the other warriors solved this trouble, but he had just been struck twice with a spear by a tall and strong merman, and his mind was dizzy. .

"Fred and George are lying, there is no way they can complete the task of mapping the Black Lake." Ron complained. "The merman's vision in the water is better than ours. They are completely adapted to the dark."

Hermione was still blaming herself on the way back, "I shouldn't have used Illumination, but I'm too nervous, you guys disappeared all of a sudden, something is pestering me, and now I think it might be waterweed... Really no Knowing what to do when it comes to the official game..."

After returning to the dormitory, Ron took off his clothes and showed Harry the bruises on his back: "It was hit by a mermaid, I kicked him, you know, I wanted to try the effect in advance...and immediately there were two The three mermaids rushed up and gave me two hard blows."

Harry helped to drug Ron, who hissed and moaned, "There's one more place on the ass, I'll do it myself."

Two days before the start of the second project, a group of staff from the 'Future World' company came to the school and erected a huge projection screen on the shore of the Black Lake. Lupin and Penello introduced them to the role of the projection screen, "They can bring out the brilliance of your game."

"Oh, that's what we wanted," muttered Ron, "to be embarrassing in front of everyone."

On the last day before the game, their nerves were stretched to the extreme. Harry found that, despite all their preparations, there wasn't enough time, and the unfinished items in Hermione's booklet were growing faster than the crossed-out ones.

But anyway, they ushered in a second project.