A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Hogwarts in June is sunny and sunny, but for the little wizards at Hogwarts, June means exams.

As the entire ancient rune system became more and more perfect, the corresponding assessment system also became evidence-based. Felix believes that the third and fourth grade students are still in the stage of training basic abilities and cultivating interest, so the assessments formulated are not difficult, and they are not one-sidedly inclined to practice like the senior grades, but adopt theoretical magic and practical magic. Equal emphasis on the text.

For example, in this year's third-grade theory exam, in addition to the regular translation sentences, it also includes writing a one-foot essay in ancient rune, with the title "A Day of Commemoration"; the practical exam is a pastime-like magic puppet show. Students can choose a person to demonstrate manipulation skills, find a suitable partner to let the magic puppets fight brilliantly, or even form a drama team.

Felix deliberately arranged the third-grade practice exam in the auditorium, and many students of other ages came to watch with great interest. Judging from the envious expressions of the young wizards in the first and second grades present, part of his purpose was achieved.

Snape asked bitterly if he wanted the parents of the students to vote for him in the Witcher Weekly 'Most Charming Smile Award'?

"You reminded me, Severus." Felix opened a charming smile, and several professors next to him looked at him strangely.

The round arena in front of them had just ended a splendid puppet showdown. When the applause disappeared, Felix waved his hand, and the scorched flames, ice cubes, and scratches on the field were all restored to their original shape. The next second, the corner Six or seven students poured in, holding various props and starting to build the stage background.

It can be seen that the leader is a little Hufflepuff girl, "Eleanor?" a boy said nervously, the girl clenched her fists and waved it in the air twice, as if to encourage herself, and stood up said aloud:

"Teach, teach, we're going to perform 'Babbitty the Rabbit and her crowing stump'."

Felix nodded to her, "Miss Brastone, you can start."

Eleanor Branstone cleared her throat and introduced the background of the story emotionally: "A long, long time ago, there was a foolish king, he was very eager to have the power of magic, so the king sent a team to capture, And put up notices in every town, but he had no idea that the washerwoman who washed the clothes in the palace was a witch..."

"On this day, a liar appeared in the palace, claiming that he was the powerful wizard the king was looking for."

While she was talking, several little wizards were busy, manipulating magic puppets to appear. They were dressed up in different theatrical costumes, including a potbellied king (who seemed to be stuffed with cotton), a funny-looking charlatan (who looked like a Peeves), a gray-haired washerwoman (with a flat toothpick in her hand), and some palace guards (replaced with chocolate frogs and wizard cards).

"I need gold! And a big, big ruby!" A boy imitated a liar and said, "I also want to use a silver goblet to brew magic potions!"

Even the seniors watched with relish, and Harry heard that more than one classmate wanted to wait until the exam was over.

"These brats are quite imaginative," said Ron carelessly.

"I hope you can be as confident tomorrow," said Hermione, who had just finished the spell exam and happily had a day of rest and adjustment. Even though the potions exam was to be taken tomorrow, they agreed to take time out to relax their tense nerves.

Harry saw quite a few familiar faces around, and he guessed they were thinking the same thing as them. He tried his best not to see Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the crowd - he was still not used to it. Even Hermione wasn't very active in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

"You show me something so childish?" Grindelwald whispered.

"Don't say that, I just made an annotation for "The Tales of Bedouin the Poet"." Dumbledore said happily: "Sometimes I feel that Professor Dippet's decision is a bit hasty, since the total ban on theatrical performances. , there is one less major recreational activity in the school."

Grindelwald's expression became unpredictable, and his lips twitched into small voices.

"We almost ripped through this book back then. After so long, what prompted you to do this? Or... you've collected all three Deathly Hallows? Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, and uncertainty. 's Invisibility Cloak... The clues I followed at the time ended in Godric's Hollow—" He stopped abruptly.

"It's the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore corrected.

"When did you overturn this common conclusion?"

"I've always had my doubts, but I compromised and accepted what you said, blinded by false hope." Dumbledore whispered the same, and they fell silent, and finally, the drama reached its climax.

"--you shall erect a statue of Babette! In memory of your poor washerwoman, so that you will never forget your folly!" said the little wizard, disguised as a tree stump, in a stern voice. Then a chubby old rabbit jumped out of the stump, and after a puff of smoke, the washerwoman appeared.

"In this way, the statue of the washerwoman has been erected on the stump, and the foolish king has been taught that he will never dare to persecute the wizards in the kingdom again." Eleanor Branston ended the story with an excited ending, her cheeks slightly Blushing and bowing to his partner. There was thunderous applause in the auditorium.

Dumbledore also applauded enthusiastically, and Grindelwald reluctantly followed with two slaps.

"I want to talk to you, Dumbledore..."

When the voices in the auditorium gradually subsided, Grindelwald continued to whisper, "According to your philosophy, one leader is easy to achieve strongman politics, two people are prone to split, and only three can maintain balance. Don't say you hold the current female minister. If there is expectation, the boy on the opposite side can crush her with one finger."

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the boy on the opposite side - Felix, who was slandered, had just finished marking the students, and seemed to sense that someone was observing him. He looked back along this line of sight and found that there was no one behind Dumbledore. Expression nodded.

"The next group is on the field."

After the exam, everyone dispersed happily, talking and laughing all the way. At this time, Snape next to Felix and Grindelwald next to Dumbledore disappeared, and the two got together.

"Any requirements for the transfer spell...?" Felix asked.

"Request," repeated Dumbledore softly, looking at Luna jumping, the Parvati sisters giggling away, and Peeves, who had snuck a head out of the ceiling. After a while he said:

"The subject must be made unconscious, otherwise it will be difficult for him to pretend that nothing happened... So find a good time."

Felix thought twice about the meaning of those words.

"In short, knock him out? You or I?"

Dumbledore gave him a reproachful look.

"Oh, yes, it can't be suspicious, everything must be made reasonable." Felix rolled his eyes and thought for a while, "I see! When he leaves school--" Stun. When he woke up again, it was all over.

Dumbledore nodded grimly.

"During this time, I will always give him hope that he can continue to stay in school."

...

The exam continued the next day. When the fourth-grade exam also came to an end, Felix had nothing to do for two consecutive days. He and Professor McGonagall received the examiners from the Wizarding Examination Authority.

The leader is still Professor March class, her back arched out of shape and her face wrinkled, but she is energetic and her voice is surprisingly loud.

The arrival of the examiners means that the leisurely days (not leisurely) of Years 5 and 7 are finally over, as they take two weeks of intense exams that, in the words of experienced students: "It was a hell of a day. , but you finally see hope of liberation."

"Not really," Harry comforted the irritated Ginny, who was preparing for her O.W.Ls exams, "the sixth-grade curriculum is more perverted, just look at Ron—" Ginny turned her head to one side, unable to hold back." "Pfft" laughed, Ron was staring at the Transfiguration class notes borrowed from Hermione with a sullen face, and there were a few clear ink marks on his face at some point.

"Don't worry if I know Animagus," said Ron listlessly. "The theory is boring, and the practice is almost boring. I hope I can pass it in the end."

"The weather is so good outside, but we have to spend our time in exams. My eyes are going blind." Dean was also full of complaints.

At this time, Hermione walked in from outside. She had just finished the math and divination test, and the next test would be the same as theirs. "There's a piece of dirt on your face, Ron," she said cheerfully, digging out Advanced Transfiguration from her bag.

"Let it stay. I'll remember to wash it the next day," muttered Ron.

For the next few hours, Harry stayed with Ginny to review until late at night, she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and went back to sleep at Harry's persuasion. After a while, Hermione also left, and there were only a few lamps left in the common room. Ron stared at the Transfiguration notebook for two minutes, and when he realized that he had not read a word in it, he finally resigned and followed Harry back. dormitory.

He and Harry were tiptoically changing into pajamas in the dark by the moonlight when Neville's muffled voice came from a corner of the room.

"Harry, Ron, do you know when Professor Bagshot leaves school? I want to see him off."

Harry was refreshed, he looked at the shadow where Ron was, and Ron's movements stiffened. "Well—" Harry racked his brains to come up with an excuse, and Ron said suddenly, "I'm so sorry, Neville, we don't know either."

"Oh, yes. I'm still thinking about..." Neville mumbled a few vague words, rolled over and went back to sleep.

Harry lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, finding himself drowsy. The questions just now filled his mind. Neville didn't know the identity of Professor Bagshot yet... Will this secret be kept? Neville didn't get an answer from them, he might ask the professor directly, or he might not... Maybe Neville wanted to surprise the man.

Harry knew why Neville was so obsessed: only a few professors had privately invited him to the office.

But that was the dark wizard Grindelwald.

Some of the memories he had seen in the Pensieve had become part of the dream, making his mind clutter. Voldemort also appeared from time to time, as if taking him for Dumbledore and Professor Happ, cursing him in different ways. Harry had to stubbornly convince himself that there was still an exam tomorrow morning, that he had to get enough sleep so that he could recall those thorny Transfiguration theories.

Occlumency kicks in and everything stops. Harry yawned deeply and fell asleep.

"The next step is to deploy a lot of anti-apparition spells?" Felix, who was still working overtime, asked at the same time.

Dumbledore looked around the Chamber of Secrets with interest.

"Yeah, that was the last step," he said.

It's no longer what it looked like before. They are standing in a jungle at the moment, some rune creatures pass by, and from time to time they raise their heads to look at the two and the huge ouroboros above their heads.

That's right, Voldemort was moved here from classroom 7. When Dumbledore came to Felix to discuss the location of the final battle, Felix thought of it all at once. Salazar Slytherin once used this place as a secret classroom and a place to study blood magic, and arranged a lot of protection magic.

The most important thing is that it doesn't hurt if it is destroyed. Unlike classroom No. 7, there are many professors' memories hidden in it, and two 'people' have recently moved in.

"The environment here is wonderful," Dumbledore said admiringly, looking at the sky above and the surrounding entertainment venues, "but how did you come up with the idea of ​​turning the secret room into a playground?"

Ordinary wizards don't think so.

Felix shook his head.

"I was inspired by Tom Riddle."

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised, then came to his senses, "Is it another personality?"

"Well, when I found out that Riddle was still unavoidably aware that he was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and set out to investigate the location of the Chamber of Secrets, I simply asked him to join him—he had a lot of ideas here. ."

Three days later, in the afternoon, the sixth-grade ancient rune practice assessment was drawing to a close.

Although these students know the content of the exam more than a month in advance, they still have to complete their work within the specified time. For three full hours, the students raced against time, and the more they approached the end, the more cautious they became, for fear of accidentally messing up. When Hermione was the first to raise her hand and hand in a frozen firebird ornament, the other students also completed the exam one after another. Their ideas were all kinds of strange, and many of them were eye-opening for Felix.

Harry handed over a rune broom, which looked decent, with seven floating circuits embedded in it, which not only allowed the broom to hang in mid-air, but also carried a certain weight. But when Harry sat down to demonstrate, the middle of the broom immediately dented, more like a grotesquely cut flying carpet than a broom. "Connection problems, Potter, don't underestimate the role of nonsense characters, they are responsible for the magic of communication."

Ron handed in a wizard chess piece that was about a foot long, and he couldn't continue to compress the size of the piece. "It's still a connection issue, Weasley, but you must have put a lot of emotion into making it, and it made it look more lively."

Ron lowered his head and stared at the knight's chess piece in his hand, looking east and west, the knight's face looked very hideous. He wondered if the professor was speaking the opposite.

"Appearance is not one of the assessments," Felix said.

Many little wizards choose animals, of course, the difficulty of hiding is actually higher. After Susan Burns' bunny nimbly lapped them twice, a sneeze broke herself apart. She opened her mouth, stunned, and her expression was about to cry.

"Good, Miss Burns, you need to pay attention to the details."

Susan breathed a sigh of relief, packed her things and walked briskly out of the classroom.

"That's why I scored on the spot - I'm afraid it's too late to bring it back." Felix whispered.

He was very foresight and quick-witted. Always be in front of students who need it most, and strive for a series of accidents - such as a peacock throws its wings away, a flaming slug burns itself with a table to ashes, a winged notebook flies out the window, etc. - Have a chance to see them one last time.

When the last student left the exam room, Felix sweated slightly on his forehead. It was also a test for him.

...

That night, a group of people stationed in Hogsmeade. They came from the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards.