A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix took out small colored candles from the package with great interest, inserted them on the cake, and lit them one by one with matches. When blowing out the candles, he suddenly realized that he was 24 years old.

Today is the first day of the Easter break, he has no classes, and even Warren is still sleeping in.

He thought about his latest arrangements. In the afternoon, Draco Malfoy came over to practice the Illusionary Body Charm. He had already mastered the spell initially, but the fluctuation of the magic power was too obvious, and it was easy to be seen at close range. It was Harry later, with his Occlumency on track, and the last few pages of the magic book.

Tomorrow is Easter and there is a banquet in the evening. Heard that the other four schools were putting on performances, and he sincerely hoped that the busy goblins he saw as he passed the Quidditch pitch weren't preparing for it... The next day he was leaving for the Ministry of Magic, to the The Aurors and Strikers were trained, and the finished rune booklet was handed over to the publisher. Scrimgeour wrote that he would be given a dummy position as a consultant, and he politely thanked him in reply, though he didn't mind.

The bedroom door opened, and Warren stood in the doorway, yawning.

"Haw...?"

"Familiar taste?" Felix laughed. "It's a birthday cake. We can eat the fruit and chocolate on it first. I really miss it, I only ate it in the orphanage..."

"Ha!"

The next evening, the Hogwarts Great Hall was brightly lit. Many little wizards went home for the festival, but a considerable number of them stayed, just to watch the legendary goblin performance.

When Felix walked into the auditorium, he saw a huge Easter egg in the center of the room. When he got closer, he realized that this easter egg was made up of various sweets. He saw candied fruit, pudding, mint hard candy, praline candy, wine chocolate, soft candy... A group of students gathered around the easter egg and pointed to it. Point to.

The President of the Boys and Girls Student Council had to announce loudly that this was to be shared after the dinner.

However, Harry doesn't have much craving for Easter eggs. He has obviously ingested too much sweets in the past two days. In addition to the birthday cake of Professor Hepp, which was distributed yesterday afternoon, he also received a dragon egg-sized cake from Mrs. Weasley this morning. Easter eggs, full of homemade toffee, he ate so hard that even hiccups tasted sweet.

He found a seat with Ron and Hermione and waited for the dinner to begin.

"I just said that woman couldn't stop!" Hermione threw a newspaper over.

Harry took it and glanced at it, "Nothing out of the ordinary..."

"She's making a rumour that I've practiced gigantic magic!" said Hermione angrily. "Do I look like I'm related to trolls?"

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"The talent of trolls, but the magic world has always been suspicious of it, but they have to make up something, otherwise trolls are no different from ordinary creatures." Fred and George sat next to them and said.

Soon, everyone arrived, and the students from the other four schools were scattered around the four long tables. Both Byers and Fleur chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats. "What are you going to do?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you said that," Byers said vaguely, looking unimpressed, "you'll know by then. Where's your school?"

Harry shook his head, he didn't know, Neville chimed in: "It's a ghost show, I heard Fat Friar from Hufflepuff and Nearly Headless Nick discussing the party, Fat Friar worried that there wouldn't be enough food handed out. use……"

Everyone looked at each other. "They want to bring ghost food into the auditorium?" Ron couldn't help shuddering.

"Don't forget, there's classroom seven now, maybe the food tastes better," Harry reminded him.

"I still can't forget Nick's 500th birthday party for 'Almost Headless'," said Ron pessimistically. Those ghosts deliberately mold everything in order to make the food more flavorful.

The dinner has begun. The table was full of various delicacies. Harry's eyes fell on a salmon. He couldn't help but think of the salmon skewers he saw that day. He thought that the house-elves in the kitchen had researched new dishes again. But unfortunately, he has never been seen at the dinner table.

At this point the lights dimmed.

A group of silver ghosts floated in like waves, doing some sort of parade in the auditorium, and Harry saw the almost headless figure of Nick - with one hand on his head to keep it from falling, the other Hands and other ghosts perform well-rehearsed movements. He looked very excited.

Harry knew that Nick had worked hard to get into the Headless Hunters, but he was ruthlessly rejected because of his lack of congenital conditions - he had a little skin on his head attached to his neck, and he complained about it. .

After a few minutes, the ghosts got together, and the students gave a face-saving applause. At this moment, the ghosts suddenly dispersed, flying into the air and casting silver light spots one by one.

Harry raised his head and stared in horror, and he recognized something in the shape of an egg. He couldn't help reaching out to touch it, which was a big risk, because his experience told him that contact with ghosts would give him the feeling of suddenly falling into an ice cave.

But in the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed through his body. He seemed to have returned to the ancient Rune office, sitting on the professor's sofa and flipping through the magic book. He was stuck in the chapter called "Happiness" for a long time.

"That's my memory!" said a ghost floating in front of him excitedly, almost headless Nick.

"Oh, uh, that feels great," Harry complimented sincerely.

"Thank you, I finally got this opportunity!" Nick, who was almost headless, said, "I mean, I expected this result long ago... Only I was once a courtier of Henry VII and had tasted the delicacies of the court! "His tone became low. "Although he also sentenced me to death."

"That's a shame," Harry could only say. But what he thought was that Henry VII must be very poor and couldn't even afford a good axe, because Nick, who was almost headless, said that he was chopped 45 times by the executioner without being completely decapitated.

"Want to try?" Felix asked in the teacher's chair. "My memory likes to do weird things, and he complains to me that he can't get out..."

"No need," Snape said coldly, pushing away the silver dots of light that enveloped him.

At this time, the auditorium regained its light. A row of dwarf goblins walked to the center of the auditorium, their faces stiffer than Snape's, waving their pocket short bows expressionlessly, as if an arrow would be drawn from behind at any moment, and the auditorium was silent until they exited. Never responded.

Dumbledore clapped his hands politely, leading to sparse applause. After that, the program became much more normal. Vagado's students danced a cheerful African dance. Nona Raibert's vigorous and graceful figure attracted the attention of many boys; the students also saw the mountains and forests of Beauxbatons. In the Fairy Choir, Furong sang along with them intoxicated serenade.

"So Professor Hepp's birthday is April 15th?" Fred asked, sticking a piece of chicken with a fork.

"Maybe," Harry froze for a moment, "I didn't ask, but yesterday Professor Hepp said that the cake was opened in the morning and it was very fresh..."

"Oh." Fred and George looked at each other tacitly, and Fred said solemnly, "George, next year is our last year in school."

"Yeah," said George without hesitation, "the gift should be early."

"You're going to prank the professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Don't say that," Fred didn't deny it, "just wanted to make a good memory...I just found out that our birthdays are all in April, me, George and Professor Hepp. It must be a special fate. ."

"you?"

"April 1st, yeah, April Fool's Day, but it's not a joke."