A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the early morning of the next day, Felix went to class as usual, and the three still-wanted criminals who were still alive were naturally taken over. He would not care too much. At most, he would check and fill the gaps in the newly added defensive measures in the school this year. Professor Flitwick and McGonagall The professor has been busy for quite some time.

They were on guard against the Death Eaters, who, in the words of Charms professor Flitwick, "The You-Know-Who saw Headmaster Dumbledore as a thorn in his side during the First War! Who knows what he'll do this time?" Of course , Felix and Snape had a private chat and thought that Voldemort would not deliberately attack the students.

What he wants is domination, not slaughter. But there is a saying Flitwick is right. There are indeed a lot of people in the school that Voldemort hates. It used to be Dumbledore, now Felix, and Harry, Ron and Hermione. Disgraced students. If it were more general, young wizards from Muggle families and teachers and students who did not agree with his brutal ideas could also be classified into this group.

These latter people Voldemort would not have deliberately targeted - that was after he took over the British wizarding world, part of his "grand cause", but anyone who was a little wiser would realize that if Voldemort was going to do something, No matter who his targets are, he will not inflict mercy on innocent people.

Therefore, defensive measures are necessary.

"You don't need me to tell you, you also know the exam next year in June, yes, the year is finally here," Felix said in the fifth-grade ancient rune class, "I guess you have been hearing things like this since last year. It's like a countdown, ticking in my head—"

"Third grade actually," Ron whispered, "because we have a good friend, and her name is Miss Know-It-All."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"In general, you are lucky. The ancient rune class was divided into practical exams this year, and there were no clear requirements before, which means that this year's exams will not be too difficult, and the scope of the assessment is relatively narrow."

The students below listened attentively. Usually, at this time, every sentence the professor said is worth memorizing, because it is very likely to be related to the exam.

And this year is the year of O.W.Ls!

"Magic puppets, the three most common of the seven looking glasses, and the rune cards... In addition, it is related to what we are going to talk about today: from now until Christmas, you guys Will learn to make twelve amulets."

"The core of each amulet is a set of Rune circuits. Of course, the real situation is much more complicated, because the stability and service life of magic power must be considered... Today, we are going to learn a kind of amulet against dark creatures. , you will find that the core of the entire rune circuit is built around the light rune."

"You are not unfamiliar with this knowledge, but you can't talk about how deep it is, and today's course will help you better understand and consolidate this content." Felixston paused and looked at the following: "You should have Do you have any booklets of rune script?"

The students nodded in unison.

"Very well, in addition to some basic theories, this booklet also completely dissects an ancient magic - Illumination, which I once talked about in the Rune Club. The core of Illumination is Light Rune. Besides that , the Bright Fire Spell, which is highly appraised by the Anti-Black Magic Association, also uses this rune... In general, it has become a very representative symbol, in other words, the test site."

A daring student couldn't help but ask, "Professor, so will this rune appear on the O.W.L exam?"

Felix blinked: "All I can say is, it's very likely. Mr. Thomas."

He waved his wand, and a large piece of writing appeared on the podium. "The production method is in the textbook, the blackboard is the precautions. And—" He waved his wand again, and a cloud of white smoke emerged from the tip of the wand, hanging in the air, forming a continuous picture. "The picture of making the amulet is for your reference."

The students below are not unfamiliar with this, but it is the first time that it has been used in an ancient Rune class. They stared at pictures in mid-air—

A clean and slender hand held the rune carving knife - they guessed that it should be Professor Hepu - fluently wrote one burning rune on the palm-sized chestnut board, and the speed was extremely fast, not waiting for the first One rune cools down, the last one has been completed, the whole rune circuit is connected together, and a bright radiance erupts. When the light disappeared, the hand began to move again, and they could only understand part of the next operation. After nearly three minutes, an amulet was completed.

Next, the clouds and fog in the air suddenly freeze, and the picture returns to the beginning, starting a new cycle.

"I haven't seen it yet—"

"You have to read it together with the textbook and the notes on the blackboard."

"So we just have to do the same?" Harry said in surprise. "If only Potions could do that." The fifth grade potions recipes are a whole new level of difficulty, and the steps are tedious , a slight negligence will turn the potion into a pot of waste water.

"Snape should really learn, not spend his mind on how to deduct our points." Ron couldn't help complaining.

"I think Professor Binns needs it too." Seamus accosted. His words were met with approval, and Professor Binns was known to turn thrilling goblin rebellions and giant wars into tedious technical reports. Many students formed a conditioned reflex, and the students under him couldn't help but feel sleepy as soon as he opened his mouth.

When the room quieted down, Felix said, "I don't think you can make it right the first time, but it's always good to aim high. Anyway, let's get started."

The students in the audience took out the rune knife and chestnut board and began to try to make amulets.

Throughout the class, Felix walked around the room, pointing out various problems with the students, and he noticed a phenomenon - it's been a while, to be precise, today is just another repetition - Slytherin's The students were in awe of his attitude.

This performance is completely different from before, and it cannot be explained by obeying classroom discipline. At least—they met him in the corridor recently, and they also deliberately slowed down their voices and seemed extremely solemn. As if afraid of making a joke in front of him.

Felix had thought the reverence came from the Elder Wand's reputation, but the Ministry of Magic had helped him dispel the rumors, and their attitudes continued unabated. He wondered if his new habit of 'walking' to Hogsmeade in the past two days was known to them.

Even Gryffindor students could see this anomaly.

"The students of Slytherin are wrong from top to bottom." At noon, Ron waved his fork and said, "I should think they colluded with Percy."

"What's the matter with Percy?" Harry asked.

"Percy's busy! Of course he's happy too. I mean, with two big events going on in a row last year, he's probably going to be off for a few years, but now there's the Ancient Rune exchange, which is a big deal for him. That's great news."

"Slytherin students don't still think the professor has the Elder Wand?" Hermione said. "Didn't the professor clarify that?"

"Probably too hungry for honor," said Harry, who knew this better than Ron and Hermione, since he had played Quidditch with Slytherin for three years and was familiar with their style.

The bad reputation of Slytherin House has a lot to do with it. For example, they are arrogant and like to talk about their status, but the more reason is that they have formed an atmosphere from top to bottom, they value honor too much, and when they are at a disadvantage, they will not hesitate to use many small tricks to win.

"You're right," said Nick, who was almost headless with a ghost, drifting over. "In their opinion, Mr. Hepp is expected to be the headmaster of Hogwarts. I don't know who first spread the word, but it suddenly appeared in Slytherin House became popular."

"But does that mean anything?" Harry asked.

"Oh, of course, of course." Nick said, almost headless. "Do you know how many headmasters were born in Slytherin House in history?"

"Uh..." Harry was confused, he looked at Ron, Ron had the same blank expression as him, he looked at Hermione again, Hermione's expression was quite strange, he said uncertainly: "There may be more than a dozen Is it very few?" Nick, who was almost headless, shook his head, and Harry added another question.

He knew one, Sirius' great-great-grandfather, known as the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history.

"Not very few, but only one, Phineas Black." Nick, who was almost headless, revealed the answer.

"Only him?" Harry asked in surprise. He finally understood why Hermione's expression was so strange. She was about to memorize Hogwarts, A History of the School.

"There are more than 30 Headmasters, and there is only one Slytherin, so you can imagine what kind of expectations they have... Honestly, I think that Professor Black's rapid acceptance by Slytherin House may also be related to the only Slater. Principal Lin is related, although later generations do not think highly of him."

"But isn't he the most unpopular headmaster?" Harry murmured.

"The two are not contradictory. Some of his behaviors when he was in office were really unpleasant, but at the beginning Slytherin House was cheering, and Headmaster Black had a lot of expectations at the time." Nearly headless Nick said: " Although later even Slytherin House's own students couldn't stand him anymore."

"Then what the hell did he do?" Ron muttered.

"I can't speak ill of him behind his back, he was the headmaster of Hogwarts after all, you can check it yourself." Nick, who was almost headless, said, and he flew away.

At the dining table, the three of Harry froze for a while, then continued to eat with their heads down.

"Any news?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Today? No," she said briefly.

"Has the International Confederation of Wizards not approved Professor Dumbledore's application?" Ron asked.

"It's not that fast, but the preparations have already begun. In fact, whether they agree or not, the event will continue, but its influence will drop a lot." Hermione explained the reasoning to them, "and it will also lower the ancient times. The speed at which Rune is popularized in other schools of magic."

Harry coughed suddenly and violently.

"Is this the case? Did I miss it?"

"Obviously, the above mentioned inviting ancient script experts, as well as the principals of other magic schools, why do you think this is?" Hermione asked rhetorically.

Having said that, Harry and Ron understood somewhat.

"What's going on with 'Pumpkin Pie', you know?" Ron asked after a while. "I'm just doing my homework, and I have a little time left for Quidditch training." He groaned. "I kind of understand what Fred and George are saying, O.W.Ls is really going to make a difference - because it will rip us off!"

"I asked Hedwig to send him a big bag of snacks," Harry said honestly. He didn't know if Hagrid had given it to Grap, it wasn't enough for a giant to eat in one bite.

"Well, me too," Hermione sighed. "I wish he'd come back sooner. Professor Grapland is clearly more popular."

"Professor Glapland has her own business," Ron said. "She has a small estate of her own with some magical creatures that can be used as wizard pets. Fred says her estate has a large patch of fire crabs...  "

Harry and Hermione looked at him at the same time.

"How did you know?"

Ron shrugged, "Fred and George closed a shop in Hogsmeade, and Professor Grapland's manor is nearby. Once a few swallowtail dogs ran out of it, Fred and George helped to catch them back. of."

"Why haven't I seen that pet shop in Hogsmeade?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"There are no stores, and Professor Graplan only provides custom services, or exports abroad. Each pet requires a special license."

"Special permit?"

"Yeah, fire crabs, swallow-tailed dogs, and wicked birds are dangerous to a certain extent, but they are not particularly dangerous. They can be used as wizard pets. Of course, don't think about children. Charlie has been obsessed with deformation for a while. Lizards, but we only have cats and goblins in our house, and occasionally we can see stingers and sables..."

Over the weekend Harry had called up the dueling study group, and more people came than last year. Luna followed, and while Ginny whispered to Harry, she was looking at the Room of Requirement curiously, as if she had accidentally gone the wrong way.

"We will pick some things that are not covered in class, such as Patronus charms, Rune magic, and some very practical spells, such as directional spells used to indicate the direction, which we mastered during the hegemony competition. Just learning magic, everyone can sit down and chat, or occasionally go to the Black Lake to blow the wind." Harry explained to everyone his plans for the duel study group.

"Where is this place?" Ginny asked.

"House of Requirement, it can provide us with a training ground, and the most important thing is the equipment, we can use it as we want, without worrying about damage." Harry said immediately.

Everyone looked around with surprise, and under their gaze, rows of targets and mats appeared out of thin air. They watched it all with relish.

For a while, Harry, Ron and Hermione instructed others to fire sparks with wands, "Don't underestimate it, it can save lives in critical moments." Ron said half-truly. Everyone here can make a wand spark, but it's not so easy to use as a warning.

After the first event, they parted in front of the troll tapestry in the House of Requirement.

"Not bad, isn't it?" said Hermione.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, he didn't want to explain how he and Ginny were alone for two minutes, it felt like a thief, and neither he nor Ginny mentioned how to make sparks. The subject became more focused and brighter, but Harry couldn't remember exactly what it said.

They descended the spiral staircase and prepared to eat in the auditorium. At the corner from the third floor to the second floor, I heard a loud noise coming from the entrance hall. They looked at each other and quickened their pace in unison. The voice became clearer, it was a woman's cry.

"What happened?" Ron said in shock.

A lot of people crowded in the hall, densely packed, and the central area was surrounded by water, and there were endless discussions. The people in the back row looked forward excitedly, pulling their necks. Harry, Ron, and Hermione struggled to make their way through the crowd. "Let's go, there are two prefects here!" Ron shouted loudly.

"Who isn't?" Draco Malfoy whispered in his ear.

Ron was startled, then showed a look of disgust, "Why are you here?"

"Watch the fun," Draco said slowly, "or as you put it, I'm doing prefect duties?"

Ron blushed.

Harry didn't speak. He saw Professor Hepp for the first time. The professor stood solemnly in the crowd, as if he was in extremely difficult trouble. But the professor wasn't at the center of the event—he was just a bystander. Harry looked away and looked at the two women surrounded by Muggle studies professor Karidi Boubaji yelling at Professor McGonagall, "Let me go, Minerva, let me go!"

"I don't agree." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and said dryly. "Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't agree either."

There were two boxes dragging around Professor Bubagi, stuffed bulgingly, and it seemed that they were all her belongings. Harry listened to it for a while, and learned from the discussion that Professor Bubagi did not know the reason. For some reason, I suddenly want to leave school.

"Professor Bubagi has been in a bad state recently," a third-year girl said sadly.

"She's in a trance..."

"Probably wanting to finish that new book too much," said a well-informed student.

In the middle of the foyer, Professor McGonagall held on to Bubbage hard, and she said sternly, "Keridi, if you're in a Muggle prison and you're going to be upset..."

"Oh, not because of that," sobbed Professor Boubaki.

"What's the reason for that?"

Professor Boubaji's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the dimly yellow sky, as if something invisible was about to pounce and take her away, she trembled and said, "It's just a nightmare... I, I became A Squib!"

There was an uproar in the hall.