A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The dinner ended in a relaxed atmosphere.

The invited guests left the venue one after another. Felix glanced around in the crowd, but did not find Carlotta Pinkstone. He originally planned to find a chance to contact this person, but from Ms. Burns. Judging from the expressions on their return, it is estimated that the two of them were not having a good chat, and Pinkstone left early.

Professor Slughorn was very satisfied with the party. Now he was standing in front of the ornate fireplace, seeing off every guest who had left. Verbal and physical responses.

"Elder, my dear student, you haven't published much in recent years, and I'm looking forward to reading your masterpiece—"

"McLaggen, say hello to Tiberus for me! And Scrimgeour, he's due for a break lately."

"Madame Chabini, thank you for the gift..."

"Oh, Frank and Alice, can I call you that? Great... I'm sorry I didn't send a blessing on your opening day, and I was hesitant to accept the teaching position... Neville? Well, He's doing very well..." Slughorn took Frank Longbottom's hand warmly and said in a very intimate tone: "Honestly, I think your performance in this war is totally deserving. Get two Merlin medals, but since you already have two Class I..." He patted Frank's shoulder heavily, "Help me take it to Augusta."

Alice kissed Neville's forehead and disappeared into the green flames with her husband.

"How are you going to get back?" Hermione asked her parents, and Felix looked over the Grangers' shoulders to see Sirius and Ms. Burns saying goodbye to Harry.

"It's Floo, of course," said Mr. Granger, slightly excited. "That's how we got here, it's incredible! Professor Slughorn said he temporarily enchanted our fireplace, I guess maybe It's similar to accessing a network signal."

Hermione was startled.

"God! How can you..." she said anxiously, "what if you called the wrong address? Harry strayed into Knockturn Alley for this reason... Professor?" She looked at Felix pleadingly s.

"I can Apparate—" Felix said after some thought.

"Oh, don't worry!" Professor Slughorn exclaimed cheerfully, after seeing the Weasleys off, with a big belly and a walrus whisker between his lips. "Thanks to Amelie. Ya! I mentioned it casually when I accepted the invitation, and she graciously agreed to help."

Ms. Burns, whose name was called, nodded in this direction.

"That's it," Slughorn said with a smile, and they came to the fireplace, and after Sirius and Harry embraced, they left through the fire, and Slughorn tapped his wand on the fireplace.

"Okay, then whatever you shout will lead to a place - today only."

"Thanks for the hospitality, we had a great evening," Mr. Granger said to the crowd, taking Mrs. Granger's hand. "Welcome to the house, Mr. Hepp," said Mrs. Granger politely. "That's right," Mr. Granger looked at Felix and seemed to think of something, "Actually, I have collected various types of tooth specimens, if you are interested..."

Mrs. Granger squeezed her fingers hard.

"Cough, um—goodbye."

The next morning, most of the students left the school on the Hogwarts Express, heading home for the holidays. However, there are still some people who choose to stay in school, and there are still a lot of them. In addition to the students of the 'Animagos' class, some people are sentenced to stay in school for abusing magical transformation.

Harry took advantage of his breakfast in the Great Hall to tell Ron and Hermione what Sirius had said to him last night.

They all expressed their opinions. Hermione looked worried, "Well, I vaguely guessed it from Ms. Burns' letter." Ron's response was flat, "According to Sirius, that's decades away, isn't it? We? Just think about it."

He frowned and said, looking around, the people who sat with them to eat were all chewing and swallowing slowly, which made people lose their appetite. According to Professor McGonagall, from the full moon, she will provide a special recipe for students preparing to practice.

"It could prevent some of you from swallowing a mandrake leaf by being careless."

After breakfast, Hermione went to the library as usual, "We have twelve papers to write!" "It's eleven, Hermione," Ron pointed out her mistake, "Harry and I didn't have a divination class. "

The end result was that only Hermione went to the library alone.

Harry and Ron chose to go for a ride on broomsticks. There was no one in the school now, so they could happily race around the Black Lake, only to accidentally bump into Warren, who was skating with the Snowman Sniffing Army, and the two grinned. With a smile, he started a snowball fight with Warren.

Because of playing too much, the ordinary blades of grass in Harry and Ron's mouths fell out several times in the middle. When they returned to the castle and calmed down, they expressed some pessimistic views on their respective futures.

"I don't think so, I can't help not to speak." Ron said negatively, "Even if we do, we have to get up every morning and night to chant the spell, and we have to wait for thunderstorms, and even Bill and Percy, who have the best grades, go to school. I never thought about Animagus..."

"Don't be discouraged, Ron. We've even made it through Voldemort's level," Harry encouraged, but when Ron pointed out that he would be leading Quidditch training after school, it would be impossible without speaking up. Harry followed Yuzu up.

When she saw Hermione at night, she didn't show a good face, but instead sneered at the two people's unprofessional behavior, and went back to sleep early. It wasn't until the next day when Harry opened the presents under the little Christmas tree that he was in a better mood.

As usual, Harry received a sweater knitted by Mrs. Weasley, some candy, and products from the twins, including a boxing binoculars, which Ron angrily tossed aside when he showed it to Ron. Because the twins had given him a test, he tried to save the trouble and gave it to Professor Hepp, but he was terrified when he remembered that it was something from his two unreliable older brothers.

Harry also found a gift from Ron - a tiger hat.

"Collins picked it up, if you don't feel good, go to her," said Ron, who himself put on a parrot hat and looked in the mirror. "Where did she buy it?" Harry asked with interest, it seemed to be a series, and he wanted to ask if there was an antler model, which he planned to give to Ginny next year.

"Fengya Wizard's Clothing," said Ron. "It can only be there."

"Is Collins all right?" Hermione asked as they came downstairs. "Didn't she and Tonks keep track of Carlotta Pinkstone? She turned up at the party last night."

"It shouldn't be a big problem," Ron said slowly after thinking for a while. "Their mission ended at noon yesterday. Who would have thought that that woman would have a relationship with Professor Slughorn and was invited. ."

On the other hand, Felix had just finished opening the gift, which was a lot of work.

Felix was most satisfied with Luna's gift - perhaps because he helped 'offer' - a portrait of him smiling so brightly that Felix didn't know when he would give it to him. This impression left by Luna, but he soon solved his doubts.

A small note reads Luna's blessing:

Merry Christmas, Felix. Love your gift, ready to take it home for Dad, plus - I was inspired by your enchanted portrait of St Mungo's hanging on the fourth floor when Dad was in therapy.

Warren also received a painting, but—perhaps this one suited Luna’s aesthetic—it was a stone painting. In a one-foot-square frame, hundreds of carefully selected pebbles are painted and pieced together into the shape of a sniff, behind which a green cape is cut out of palm-sized leaves, with edges and corners. And swings majestically.

Valen watched it for a long time, seeming to both dislike and like it.

Until Felix said in a sour tone, "We can exchange." Varen immediately hugged the painting and looked at him vigilantly. After turning around and coming back, the stone painting had already been placed in Felix's place. Next to the blank magic portrait. If you come back to visit the portrait of St. Mungo's one day, you will be surprised to find that you have an eccentric-looking neighbor.

Felix was about to ask, what the hell did he and Luna talk about that made him laugh so happily, and he was painted and sent to himself?

By the afternoon, a strong smell of cooking wafted into the house along the cold air.

Warren, who was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, sniffed the smell, and quickly called out a series of dish names. He and Felix looked at each other for a while, and agreed to turn off the projector and go downstairs to the auditorium.

The hall looks very empty, with only one of the four academy desks left, and every few positions there are bulging wizard colorful firecrackers - hats and bizarre gadgets of various styles can be exploded from it. They came early, it was not time for dinner, but there were already students there.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two consecutive sounds resembling the explosion of a cannon echoed in the auditorium, a purple smoke filled the air, the figures of the two students were looming, and there were bursts of coughing, accompanied by "It's all your fault" and "It's your suggestion. of" is a few words.

Felix couldn't help laughing. These were two Hufflepuff students. They were sentenced to detention on the charge of tarnishing the reputation of the academy and turning each other into a honey badger. The professor mobilized half of the college's Hufflepuff students to find the unlucky one in the lounge for a long time.

There were more and more people, and Felix chatted with Warren in a low voice.

"The four? I heard that they were in a dormitory, and they were going to study the Animagus transformation quietly. A secret study group was set up for this purpose. As a result, they were found next door because of the uncontrollable sound of tiger roaring. The other three people were on the scene. trembling with fear..."

The four Ravenclaw girls gave them an embarrassed look as they passed by.

The professors also appeared gradually, sitting scattered on the long table. Dumbledore wore a moon-white robe with a beaming expression on his face, "Merry Christmas!" He said enthusiastically: "There are a lot of people this year, and I temporarily added a batch of them. Colorful bag of firecrackers, sit down!"

Not many are as happy as he is. Most of the students - either punished (all four houses, mostly Gryffindor) or members of the 'Animagos' class, only a few actually volunteered to stay.

He glanced around, looked at the frowning student, and said, "It's Christmas, I think—our job is to fill our mouths with food, not a small leaf... What do you think, Minerva? "

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "You are right, Dumbledore." As soon as he finished speaking, half of the students immediately took out the leaves from their mouths happily, and the atmosphere suddenly became warm. Dumbledore struck while the iron was hot, grabbing a handful of wizard-colored firecrackers and stuffing them with everyone he could reach.

Others followed suit, and the long table was suddenly filled with bangs, and clusters of smoke of different colors exploded. Felix drew an ordinary wizard hat, and used four colors of thin lines to outline the lines. Harry and Ron opened two sailor hats, which Felix thought was far less than what they were wearing on their heads. The tiger hat and parrot hat came out wonderfully, and Hermione picked the wide-brimmed hat, which she fiddled with happily.

Then they looked at Snape out of the corner of their eyes - last time he had a lady's pointed hat, wonder what it was this time? Even Dumbledore looked at him with interest, and Snape pulled away the firecracker with a blank expression, and when the smoke cleared, a stag hat appeared in his hand.

This time it was Harry's turn to be unhappy. He looked at the pair of beautiful antlers jealously, and felt that this hat was a waste in Snape's hands. If no one wanted it after the dinner party, he might quietly take it away... Snape didn't like it, so he tucked the hat away. To Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall liked his feather hat, so it ended up in Dumbledore's hands.

"Eat it!" said Dumbledore in the deer hat with a smile.

The crowd began to enjoy the food, and Warren was also assigned a seat, sitting opposite Professor Flitwick. Their chairs were all custom-made and looked strangely symmetrical.

Harry gulps down the smooth and soft mashed potatoes, Ron tore at the meat from the ribs, half of the students devoured them with fierce eyes, and Felix couldn't help but sympathize with the look of suffering.

However, that's it. Because tonight is the full moon. These students will undergo a more severe test. He has seen the special recipes that Professor McGonagall is preparing to give to the kitchen house-elves. Most of them are tasteless but quickly filling.

At the dinner, everyone was busy eating, only Trelawney was holding a sherry bottle and kept spreading the rumor that the six-legged creature would bring misfortune to the castle, just as Felix was wondering what it was At that time, Professor McGonagall quietly turned his head over and whispered in an odd tone, "Albus is going to recruit a centaurion into the school."

Felix suddenly realized.

Just when Trelawney mentioned the matter for the twelfth time, and her tone became more and more certain, Dumbledore stood up.

"...more than one death, I saw—"

"Felch," Dumbledore asked cheerfully, "is that thing ready?"

Filch lifted his head from his plate, bent over and said, "Yes, Headmaster, I put it in the corner and covered it with a green sheet."

"Excellent," said Dumbledore, looking around as everyone else looked over. Dumbledore pointed with his wand, and a piece of green cloth flew from an inconspicuous place in the corner, and below it was a delicately shaped machine.

"The latest model of the projector—" he said happily, "I bought it and tried it myself, and I liked the 'immersive' mode best." He glanced at Felix, then pulled the machine over and placed it close by.

With a "click" sound, a large amount of dark golden smoke spewed from the magic projector, as if it were endless, and as if it was just to fill the place where they were - which was the auditorium, and soon they were covered with a foot under their feet. Thick golden mist.

"Meow-"

Mrs Norris sprang from under Filch's feet and jumped onto his lap. "Don't be afraid, Mrs Norris," Filch said hoarsely, but his lightbulb eyes were still watching the machine warily. .

At this time, there was singing in the air, as if it was ringing in their ears. The smoke rose and gathered into golden dancers. They looked exactly like real people. They danced around the long table, and their skirts were sprinkled with fine mist like gold powder. .

The eyes of the students were straight, as if they were involved in a lively party, they saw the performances of the eccentric sister group, the skeleton dance troupe, and the rough dwarf dance, the soft singing that was suspected to be the magic baby, and there was a sing-along in the middle. A strange, incomprehensible language sings softly...

"Christmas this year is so worth it," said Ron in admiration. The surrounding students nodded silently in agreement with him.

As the dinner was over, the students sparsely pulled up their chairs and prepared to leave. Felix glared at Warren, who had slipped into the vicinity of Grindelwald and brought from him a very beautiful Christmas hat.

Grindelwald leaned back conditionedly and touched his chest.

Dumbledore's movements stopped slightly, and then he continued to stand up - Harry captured this moment keenly, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. "What's the matter, Harry?" asked Hagrid, leaning over the two tables.

"No, nothing—" Harry was abruptly speechless, staring at Hagrid, his bushy beard studded with a small piece of onion.

He remembered that Hagrid accidentally mentioned to them that Dumbledore and Professor Bagshot seemed to have known each other for a long time, and Bagshot was a disciple of the dark wizard Grindelwald. Knowing that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were close friends when they were young... There was a vague clue in front of Harry's eyes that connected the three.

What exactly is it?

"The classmates from the Animagas class will stay," Professor McGonagall said in a loud voice at this time. "Get dressed, we are going to the courtyard."