A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Towards the end of the dinner, the students were full, and the voices in the auditorium gradually became noisy.

More and more people realized the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore was away tonight, and they all glanced at the professor's chair and talked at length. An uneasy agitation filled the air.

Felix watched this scene silently, and Professor Flitwick's sharp voice reached his ears from two seats away.

"Minerva, did Headmaster Dumbledore trip over something?"

"I don't know either," Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and twisted her hands together, looking very tangled. Looking at the pointing students in the auditorium, she suddenly stood up.

"classmates--"

Her voice was heard far away, and the auditorium gradually became quiet. Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, and was about to explain, when the auditorium was suddenly loud in the direction of the door.

Professor McGonagall was relieved, and Dumbledore appeared.

He stood in the door of the auditorium, with the dimly lit hallway behind him, but his silver hair and beard gleamed in the light of the jack-o-lantern.

The unease that had built up in the air suddenly disappeared.

Dumbledore smiled and strode through the gap between the tables in the auditorium, and the discussion was eagerly again, only this time the atmosphere was light and cheerful. Dumbledore stood on his own star chair, and Harry keenly noticed that he had put on the pair of white gloves again, and the black gemstone ring was also put away.

"The color of the beard is back, too," Hermione whispered.

Harry just stared at the prominent purple-red robe and white gloves on Dumbledore's body, guessing whether the hands inside the gloves were intact, and didn't pay any attention to the beard. "What did you say?" He asked subconsciously. .

"Headmaster Dumbledore's beard isn't quite the same as it was in battle," Hermione whispered, squinting her neck, "but now it's back."

"What's the matter?" Ron poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and patted his food-stuffed stomach contentedly.

"I saw it too," Neville whispered. "The headmaster's beard darkened during the battle. It was a kind of iron gray, kind of like, like..."

"The owner of the pig's head bar!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their eyes off the chair and looked at Neville, who nodded solemnly at them.

"Probably some sort of secret method," said Ron uneasily.

"I hope so," said Hermione, "but I haven't seen it in any books... well, unless the Headmaster uses some advanced body transformation."

"Definitely so." Ron settled down.

"But why did Headmaster Dumbledore do that?" Harry asked, puzzled. One of the important lessons he had learned from the dueling club was not to make extra moves in battle. He looked at the professorship again.

Dumbledore did not sit down directly. He stood in front of the chair and looked at the students in the auditorium. The voice subsided again, and people looked at him eagerly.

"Ah, excuse me, I've been mentioned by so many papers lately, and I'm going to cut out all the mentions of my name," said Dumbledore, blinking, "and owls from all over the world have filled me up too. In my office, these little guys have always had a soft spot for moving things, and I had to clear the silverware on the table... After all this was over, I suddenly realized that the dinner party had begun."

"I hope you can understand that for an old man, time is both the most precious thing and the most easily overlooked thing. This is especially true when I played ten-pin bowls..."

He sat down, didn't eat anything, but looked around the auditorium with a smile. After another ten minutes, when the last round of dessert disappeared from the table, the dinner was over.

The students sparsely stood up. They moved sluggishly and lazily toward the door, like a group of sloths out foraging. The professors also stood up. "Severus," Dumbledore said politely. "Can you stay? I have something to tell you."

The two left together.

When the others were almost gone, Hagrid also took out his wooden box from under the table, said hello to Felix and Sirius, and quickly slipped away.

"Everyone is weird," muttered Sirius.

"Are you okay?" Felix asked.

"It's okay," Sirius said vaguely, "Isn't it just punishment... I don't care, I'm used to it."

A vague, distant voice drifted from behind them.

"If I'm sure I can't stand this, I'll be put on probation—that would be humiliating."

Sirius stared at Trelawney, "I'm sorry? I don't think I've seen you. Are you a professor at the school too?"

Trelawney, as if greatly offended, tossed her shawl over her body and stomped away.

"She's Sybill Trelawney, the divination professor, and you've seen her a few times..." Felix's tone was elusive, in fact, he had a wonderful feeling for the professor—he Both prophecies known were fulfilled by Trelawney.

"I know," Sirius said without hesitation, "I also helped Harry with his divination homework, you know, come up with ideas or something. Children these days are a bit lacking in imagination..."

Gryffindor common room.

Harry slumped drowsily in the limp armchair, glanced at the grandfather clock in the lounge door, it was not yet nine o'clock. It was too early to go to bed, but he didn't want to do anything, and Harry looked up at the ceiling of the lounge, flipping through the mezzanine between the seats to a rolled up newspaper.

He picked it up and looked at it, and the picture above was of Dumbledore leaning over and grabbing his shoulders. He stared at himself lying on the ground twisted like a snake, and subconsciously stroked his scar.

Ron sat down next to him, the armchair trembled twice, and he put his head over to take a look, "Man, you were really scary back then."

Harry didn't speak, he turned a page back to "Meeting Felix Hepper again" and another to "The Only Person He Fears: Dumbledore the Greatest White Wizard", p. The fourth edition is "The Dark Mark over Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry reappears!"

He sat up and read the article carefully.

"After the thrilling duel, a lot of delayed news reached the country. For example, the wand that shined brightly has been confirmed to be Salazar Slytherin's snake-wood wand. It is hard to imagine this wand. He actually slept in front of Ilvermorny School for over three hundred years.

It is reported that this wand was brought to the United States by a descendant of Slytherin, and he founded the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry following the secret guidance.

It can be concluded that Man-You-Know has coveted this wand for a long time, and after obtaining it, he killed the headmaster of Ilvermorny, Agilbert Fontana, who came to stop him. Fontana is a descendant of the Twelve Aurors in the United States, and has a good reputation during his tenure. Last year, he led the Ilvermorny School delegation to participate in the first Big Five Tournament.

The wizarding world in the United States was outraged and demanded that the murderer of Fontana be handed over.

...

Ilvermorny has yet to elect a new headmaster, and the only person who witnessed Headmaster Fontana's death at the time of the incident was a young Muggle studies professor, Uriah Edmund, who was lucky enough to be spared the slaughter.

Edmund said when he was questioned, "The battle ended too quickly. Although Principal Fontana resisted stubbornly, the opponent's tactics were evil and strange, and all defenses collapsed in an instant..."

As of today, the Magical Congress of the United States has not publicly issued a statement to the outside world. There are rumors that they once sent Aurors to intercept the mysterious man, and the loss was heavy. Headmaster Dumbledore and Lady Burns called on all wizards to unite in the fight against You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters.

This news has not been confirmed. "

Harry put down the newspaper with a heavy heart.

Ron said optimistically: "Don't worry, Hogwarts is arguably the safest place in the world. The You-Know-Who would never dare to come here."

"You're right," said Harry, in a better mood.

Ron took another look at Hermione, who was writing and drawing on the desk, and whispered, "We can't do anything at school. Instead of worrying about this, we should be concerned about the troubles that are at hand."

"What's the trouble?"

"The Quidditch match is coming, I asked Angelina, the first match is scheduled for the weekend, we are against Slytherin. Professor McGonagall has deliberately exempted us from homework for the week, and Snape is one ahead of schedule. We've filled up all available venues in a month, Harry, everyone wants to win!"

...

The first weekend in November, Warren went out happily, wearing a little scarf and swaggering all the way.

The ground in the courtyard was covered with a thin layer of snow, but it was nothing to it, and Warren stomped a series of small footprints, looking around for his target.

"Wow! Look, it's a little rich woman."

A group of people gathered around.

Warren nodded imposingly, pushing away a finger that wanted to scratch its chin. It jumped onto the bench in the courtyard, and then the little wizards took out the 'baby' they had collected.

"I found a shiny pebble by the Black Lake!" said a boy proudly.

Warren shook his head, and the others shouted.

"Walun already has a lot of glowing stones, look at mine!" A little witch mysteriously took out a small hat from her pocket, with a small shiny disc attached to the hat. Ren's eyes lit up.

"Ha!"

It picks from its pockets and pulls out a few things: a flying paper crane, a piece of ghost food, a small bottle of super-bubble water, and a quill that floats in the air. The little witch looked very hesitant.

"It's super blowing bubble water, choose that one!" There was a little wizard next to him.

"What's the use of this quill?" the little witch asked curiously.

Warren picked up a quill and wrote a crooked word in the air, "This." The people around were exclaimed again, "There really is a sniff who can write!" Warren first waved his hand triumphantly, but when he thought of the big Demon King, it again wiped the words from the air with a guilty conscience.

"I want this," Mafalda said, eyes twinkling.

The first transaction was successfully completed. Warren put on a small goose-yellow hat and a scarf, and was very happy.

"Hey Warren, do you want to take a picture?" said Colin Creevey, passing by.

Valen nodded again and again.

Colin took the camera out of him as if by magic, opened the camera cover, and Warren called out. "What's wrong?" Colin stopped and asked, and Warren reached into his small pocket, took out a small wooden stick, and made a handsome pose.

Then he nodded to Colin, indicating he was ready, and Colin took a picture of it.

"I'll send you the developed photos in two days." He waved away. "I'm going to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game. After a year, I can't miss it."

Warren's eyes lit up, it quickly completed the remaining transactions, and even the boy with the glowing pebbles changed to a card that would make twelve kinds of laughter, and left contentedly.

Warren returned to the castle and followed the foyer to the stone steps in front of the castle. He put up a pergola with his hands and looked out at the Quidditch pitch in the distance. He began to worry that the road was too far.

He wanted to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game, but he was too tired to walk there. Warren stood on the edge of the steps and looked left and right, when he heard a voice keenly, "...Astoria, can you Can't save me a snack..."

"What's the matter with me?" said an indignant voice.

"Although Professor Binns is a ghost, he is also a professor at the school. You can't use ghost food to tease him in class..."

Just as Astoria was about to refute, she saw a sniffle suddenly rushed in front of her, with arms outstretched to stop them.

"Is that you, little guy?"

Astoria happily jumped in front of it, reaching out to touch her head, Warren jumped away nimbly, and angrily took out a small wooden stick and pointed at her.

"Oops, where did you get the wand?" said Astoria in surprise.

Daphne also took a serious look, "It's not the same as the one shown in the newspaper. It's not Professor Hep's wand. It's not a student's, is it?"

Valen shook his head again and again, pulled out a quill from his pocket, and scribbled a word in the air, "Mine." It patted its chest.

Astoria "cut", "It's yours, can you use it?"

Varun was so excited that he almost jumped up, it was waiting for this sentence, it waved to Astoria, and made a provocative gesture.

The expression on Astoria's face was dull.

"Is it going to duel me?" She looked at her sister blankly, and Daphne shrugged.

Astoria turned around and found that Warren was nodding and beckoning her with his eyes: Yes, that's what you think. She was stunned for two seconds, then laughed "puchi" and winked at her sister Daphne.

"Daphne, look at it, haha, it's so interesting..."

Two seconds later, Astoria took out her wand solemnly and said, "Since you've asked for everything, I can't refuse... chi chi... I forgot to tell you, I got it when I was in first grade. The duel competition champion, that's the only one."

Daphne covered her face and didn't want to look at her childish sister, "Are you serious?"

"Oh, I'll be merciful." Astoria waved her hand and said, looking at Warren with contempt, "Don't say I bullied you, let you do it first."

Warren turned around twice with his little hands behind his back, and then raised his little wooden stick.

A rushing cyclone appeared out of nowhere and lifted Astoria up, and she was swept into the ten feet of air, whirling with the cyclone. Astoria helplessly—and a little dazedly—reached out and scratched a few times, but found herself unable to do anything. Several passers-by pointed at her, covered their mouths and snickered, almost making her nose crooked.

What's even more irritating is that during this process, Warren and Daphne stood together, looking at her with interest, and Daphne smiled back and forth.

After spinning in the air for nearly a minute, the whirlwind that was entangled in her gradually subsided. Astoria landed on the ground with gold stars in her eyes, dizzy, and she couldn't even stand. "Wallen!" She shouted angrily. In a word, Zhang Ya and claws rushed towards Warren, but in just a few short steps, he walked crookedly, and instead threw himself on Daphne.

Astoria raised her head from her sister's arms in dissatisfaction, and found that Warren's black eyes were staring at her, and the little yellow cap and glowing patch on her head shone in the sunlight.

Ten minutes later, Warren sat on Daphne's shoulders and followed them to the Quidditch pitch.

Astoria puffed her cheeks all the way.

"Warren, why did you suddenly learn magic?" Daphne asked curiously.

"Ha!"

"Professor Haipu helped you?"

Sniffing his head.

"Strange...how did I find out that your wand is inlaid with a few small gems? Is there any secret?" Daphne saw a hint of doorway.

Warren shivered and hurriedly hid his treasure in his pocket. Said there was no such thing.

The Quidditch field was crowded with people. Since there was no competition for the whole last school year, it increased people's interest and enthusiasm for the first game of the new school year. Almost everyone who could come came. The students braved the cold and were excited. chattering.

Warren waved his hand away from the Greenglass sisters, and it smelled the Great Demon King's scent.

It jumped off Daphne's shoulders, dug out two small bottles from its pockets and handed them, um, the fare.

"Ghost food? Me too?" Astoria asked in surprise.

Warren nodded happily. After all, you are the first person I defeated, and you are still a 'duel champion'. This is the first step for the great sniffing magician Valen to enter the stage of history. Just write an autobiography, and then I will definitely describe the first battle in great detail...

When Warren disappeared, Daphne stretched out her hand with a stern face: "Confiscate!" Astoria saw that the situation was not good, and disappeared into the crowd.