Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix came back to his senses.

"Oh, I have thought a little deeper." He just thought of the cell phone of future generations from the idea of ​​twin, so he put part of his mind in the thinking cabin and deduced it.

This kind of function similar to "message" can be solved completely. So many gold books in the library are not for nothing.

But above this, if he wants to achieve more complex functions, he can't do it easily.

After all, the wizard of a century or a thousand years ago did not have such a big brain. There are too many things that he needs to study and realize independently.

But... why bother? Why do I have to do it all by myself?

He stared at the twin. If in the past he only regarded the two as potential young wizards, his current thinking is, how to cultivate them so as not to waste their innate talent?

Maybe you can see magic phones become popular in the future?

Felix has always been a very purposeful person, but he does not refuse to make magic circle better.

Especially when it doesn’t take much effort.

He said to twin: "Of course I can tell you the answer directly, and even complete your ideas directly, but I hope to cultivate your abilities."

Felix takes out one parchment, "shua~ shua~ shua~" write down a series of book titles and mark the page numbers.

"This is a reference book list, which contains everything you want-two of them are stored in the Restricted Section. I will give you another approval note."

"Very Thanks, Professor Haip." Twin said exaggeratedly, looking at their excitement, it seemed that they would rush to hug him in the next second.

Felix quickly waved his hand--

"Also, regarding the material, you can consider the material used for the wand rod."

"Professor, you Do you have any recommendations?"

"From the personal sense, I like black ebony, like Moyu." Felix showed them the wand in his hand, "However, reason tells me, It is better to choose chestnut. Its nature is very gentle and has no specific tendency."

twin left happily.

After finishing the second class in the afternoon, Felix went straight to the auditorium and saw a group of young wizards gathered around the middle of the way. In the middle of the crowd stood Professor McGonagall, her lips pressed tightly together, expression Quite serious.

Which young wizard got into trouble again?

When Felix approached, he noticed that there were three creatures in front of Professor McGonagall. They were so short that they were hidden by young wizards.

It turned out to be a dwarf, Felix feels very novel.

They have dark green skin, are usually no more than one meter tall, and have a rough, fierce face. Even when the face is expressionless, there is a gloomy.

Seeing the dwarf, Felix thought of one person-Faris Spavin, the former Minister of Magic set two records: First, he was 109-year-old in the Ministry. The long throne of Magic, the other is that he has been in power for 38 years.

Almost a hundred years have passed since him, but no one has broken these two records so far.

One of his weird behaviors is that when he gave a speech in the'wizard and friendly meeting of all races', he talked about the vulgar what a joke of "Centaur, ghosts and dwarfs go into the bar", which provokes He came to Centaur with dissatisfaction and attempted to assassinate him secretly.

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Standing outside the circle, Felix has been arguing with Professor McGonagall about a dwarf with the most gloomy face, who seems to be the leader among them, with his back on his back A dirty baggage was talking happily.

"Madam, we received the invitation, you can’t cancel it!"

Professor McGonagall said impatiently: "I have already said the third time. Lockhart invited you, but he Wizengamot will be judged soon."

"But...but...we will have a lot of talents, I will show you."

The short man opened the tattered baggage behind him, From inside, he took out a pair of golden wings and carried them on his body, and picked up a small harp.

The other two dwarfs beat the beat with gloomy faces, doing stiff dance moves.

So the young wizards were surprised to see a gloomy "little god of love" with golden wings and a harp on his back, singing aloud——

"Ali Lala~"

"We are the messengers of love~"

"Kicking other people's calves all the way, I have to work hard~"

"Deliver the confession of love~"

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Felix froze suddenly. He stared at the three dwarves in a daze.

Other young wizards felt almost the same. Harry's face seemed to be cramping, Ron grinned, his body leaning back desperately.

Hermione listened blankly, but her lips were so tight that she looked like Professor McGonagall.

Harry thought silently in his heart that if anyone sent this guy to confess to him, he would definitely be ashamed and vanish on the spot.

After singing an awkward passage, the little man stopped. In the process, Professor McGonagall’s lips kept trembling, "You...you..."

"Madam, We are professional, and I can make a dance, sing and dance..." The dwarf's face twisted from side to side, as if looking for a goal. In which direction his gaze falls, there is a vacancy in which direction.

Finally, the dwarf's eyes kept moving between Harry and Felix.

Felix's heart tightened. Few people could bring him nervousness, but the little man in front of him undoubtedly did it.

He strode out, and the wand in his hand cast a silent curse silently-"Silencio."

The little man opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. He touched his throat flusteredly.

"Professor McGonagall, what happened?"

McGonagall said with a helpless look: "Gilderoy Lockhart's special program for Valentine's Day-Dress up the dwarf as a little Eros, confess to the students on Valentine's Day."

"..." Felix said, "He is really thinking about the long-term. From his arrest to the present, it's almost half a month."

Professor McGonagall said: "In fact, he booked in advance a month ago. According to them," she snorted to the dwarf, "They are very popular."

She cleared her throat and said to the dwarf: "You didn't sign a cooperation with Hogwarts, so I regretfully—" Professor McGonagall was speechless.

Several dwarfs burst into tears. This is a strange picture—they are crying silently with serious gloomy faces, which makes the young wizards onlookers feel very complicated, neither laugh nor sympathy.

"We are willing to make a discount..." said the headed dwarf. "It's too difficult, our team won't be able to eat."

Finally, Professor McGonagall took them away. Let Dumbledore give this problem to the headache.

It didn’t take long for the latest news to come--

Dumbledore agreed to the dwarf group performing at the Valentine’s Day banquet, but refused them to help students hand over love letters and read confessions for free Work.

In the common room, a senior Sister gave more accurate information: "It is said that Dumbledore did this to welcome the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor who took office that day."

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