Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

A little bit of time passed, and the sky gradually darkened.

Thousands of candles are burning above the auditorium, the ceiling is magnificent cosmic stars, and the tables and chairs are arranged in a regular manner.

The professors are all here, even Dumbledore has arrived, only Hagrid needs to pick up the First Year young wizard and leave temporarily.

Not far away, Professor Lockhart was standing with Professor Flitwick and Headmaster Dumbledore, and his self-praising voice could be heard throughout the auditorium, "Yes...it’s a very simple thing, my badge It's not a fake hahaha..."

Felix and Snape are in a corner, watching everything in the surrounding auditorium.

He was very puzzled at the moment. Just now, he hardly spent much energy and led the Professor Lockhart to speak freely. He is even willing to share his adventures, as long as you do a good job on the side Just hold it.

But... little gain.

Lockhart is wary of him? It's totally different. Is he an actor? Gather information through exaggerated rhetoric and self-praise?

Felix was puzzled. He was also puzzled by a certain professor.

Snape stood in the other corner with a mocking smile on his face, not knowing who was laughing.

How did Professor Snape become like this?

Obviously he was not so gloomy and mocking when he was in school?

Did something happen in the middle three years?

Felix felt that his usual smart brain was not enough. He became more cautious. Then he joined Professor Sprout's conversation and talked to her about magical plants.

"Felix, I have to say that you didn't spend too much time on Herbology when you were in school."

"Professor, I was distracted by other subjects. I was too busy. "

"I don't think so. At that time, you did everything possible to inquire about the dangerous plants and ask them what their weaknesses are..." Sprout still remembered this.

Uh, black history, he was really not interested in Herbology at the time.

Can it provide power?

No way? Can't say a wool yarn.

So, his Herbology grades have always been poor, hovering between A (pass) and P (poor). However, he is very good at dealing with dangerous magic plants, even working hard one after another Find out their weaknesses and try to solve them in the most labor-saving way.

He also has the same philosophy for the magical creature protection class.

It can only be said that he did have some cultivation deviation in those years.

There was a loud noise in the distance.

"The students are here!"

Professor McGonagall stood up and left in a hurry. The professors were also in the seat of Headmaster Dumbledore. Felix especially wanted to sit down with Professor Snape, trying to observe what unknown changes had taken place in him in the past few years, but he quickly avoided it.

Helpless, Felix can only aim at the second target, sitting next to Lockhart.

Professor Flitwick seemed to be entangled with Lockhart, seeing Felix coming over just to liberate, he gave Felix his seat without the slightest hesitation.

After sitting down, Felix started the topic with ease, "Professor Lockhart, your description of the creature Vampire in the book "Swimming with Vampire" is great, but I still have some Little questions..."

This time it was Lockhart's turn to be fidgeting, he was a little concerned about him, and always couldn't answer the idea, Felix could only stop the topic wisely.

I was hated...

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but soon, Professor McGonagall took the students into the auditorium, and the young wizard from Second Year to Seventh Year sat in accordance with the house. Four long tables on either side.

But Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a bad mood. She quickly came to Dumbledore, whispering something, and the headmaster's face immediately became serious. He said a few words to McGonagall, she was nodded, and then called Snape again, and the two left the auditorium together.

Did something happen? Felix deliberately blends, but this kind of occasion is not suitable for using magic to snoop.

On the other side, the young wizards who just started school are very excited. They chat on chirp chirp twitter twitter endlessly, and the whole auditorium is extremely lively. The professors were quite enlightened and did not stand up to stop, the expression on Headmaster Dumbledore's face turned into a smile again. He watched all this and stroked his silver white beard.

Felix also looked at it with interest. There are a lot of his acquaintances. After all, he has just graduated for three years. In other words, students over Fourth Year have met him.

Slytherin house.

Tall and strong Marcus Flint is talking about his experience during the summer vacation without anyone else. He can clearly hear his voice through three seats, just when he speaks happily. , The companion beside him quietly took his arm.

Marcus Flint is a little impatient, why? Don't bother me to pretend, bah! Don't bother me to share interesting experiences!

When his companion pulled him with greater force for the second time, he finally turned his head and saw that the boy looked frightened and winked frantically at the professor's chair.

Has something interesting happened?

A new professor is here? This is normal, isn't the professor of a certain subject thrown away every year?

Marcus·Flint looked towards the professor seat, glanced around, looking for an unfamiliar silhouette.

Well, a handsome wizard, this is their new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?

Nothing...

Wait!

Who did he see? !

Marcus Flint suddenly let out a short scream, as if he had been bitten by a mouse, his expression also became frightened, and he was almost in sync with the companion next to him.

It's that person!

Why is he here?

For a while, the originally inanimate head became even more dull.

Following Marcus Flint's scream, other Slytherin students followed his gaze towards the professor's chair, and then they all sucked in a breath of cold air.

In almost an instant, most of the Slytherin long table fell into a dead silence.

The remaining half of the students in the lower grades also quickly noticed that the senior senior was silent for unknown reasons, and stopped the conversation as well, looking at them in a daze.

Malfoy looked at the weird scene of his house, a little unclear, so he couldn't help but pull the Senior next to him, "What's the matter?"

"Shut up, quietly Click!" The Senior rebuke in a low voice, lowered his head not to look at the silhouette of the spicy man, but pretended to be very interested in observing a silver dinner plate.

Then he whispered: "Draco, be quiet, that gentleman is back."

"That gentleman? Sir?" Malfoy was a little puzzled, it sounded like The honorific title of a nobleman.

Senior whispered a few words, "The Eight or Seven duel incident."

"Hi!" Malfoy also took a long breath, and could not help but quietly looked up towards the professor's seat. Young professor.

That person?

As the Slytherins quieted abruptly, the other houses also noticed their strangeness.

Hermione noticed Felix's silhouette earlier, and she immediately recognized that it was the weird guest she had met during the summer vacation.

So he is also a wizard? No wonder the request is so weird!

Don’t know what course he is going to teach?

The two unfamiliar faces of this year, Lockhart has already known each other himself, they are the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, and he has read all his books by himself.

His experience is really great!

While the other professor looks very young, he should not be too old...Huh? Why is everyone quiet?

Hermione looked all around. The students in the Slytherin house were as quiet as quails. The other three houses were silent for a while, and then discussed with more violent voices, and the auditorium completely exploded.

Senior Senior Sisters in the senior grades are doing science popularization, with an expression of "I have a big secret".

She was originally worried about the safety of Harry and Ron, but she told Professor McGonagall that the problem shouldn't be big, right?

Hermione kept her neck pressed and listened hard.