Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

When Felix was dining in the auditorium the next day, he could still hear various gossips discussed by the young wizards.

"Harry fought against the dementor and rejected the carriage. I saw the red light hiding the sky and covering the earth across two aisles."

" Yeah, it’s unimaginable!"

Hufflepuff student Ernie Macmillan stick one's head around to look for and said: "It’s nothing strange, you know, Potter was defeated in his infancy You know who, I didn’t understand when I first entered school. The so-called'savior' is no different from me. He is short, looks malnourished, and his grades are so-so..."

He first talked about a bunch of shortcomings, and then paused for a dramatic moment, staring at the two companions: "Look at it now! He is finally exposed!"

"Oh, it turned out to be This way." His two friends showed clear comprehension.

Felix has the urge to laugh. After eating the pie in two bites, he came to the ancient runes classroom early and looked at his schedule for this year.

In the young wizard of the Third Year, there are no more than ten people who did not take his course. This makes his elective course unfathomable mystery get the treatment of a required course.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of time in order to arrange the ancient runes into the class schedule.

Finally, the ancient runes of the Third Year were arranged in the last semester hours on Tuesday and Thursday, and it was half an hour later than the normal end of get out of class.

Soon the Seventh Year students arrived one after another.

Percy, Penelope, Wood, Jeffrey, and the girl Ravenclaw who prefers to hold small skeletons in the magic writing practice of last school year...

Among these people, Felix I saw a silhouette that shouldn't have appeared-Marcus Flint.

He graduated in June this year, and now he appears again in the Study of Ancient Runes class. There is only one reason: he has repeated the grade.

In the last school year, his two improvement courses, magical creature protection and ancient runes, were all zeroed out in the exam, and there was not even one that passed the exam. This is really the shame of pure blood. His father had some activities with the school manager and let him stay at Level 1.

"Teach, professor." Tall and strong Marcus saw Felix beckons with the hand, his whole face wrinkled, almost step by step moved to him.

Others are watching the excitement, especially Oliver Wood, who red light across the whole face excitedly. He and Marcus are too offensive. The two are Gryffindor and Slytherin Quiddich. Captain, there are no conflicts in private.

"You..." Felix looked at Marcus, but he was a bit confused for a while, what did he say? At any rate, his magic writing score is better than that of the magical creature protection class, which at least shows that he spends more time in his class.

If he didn't relax his course selection conditions last year, would Marcus be able to graduate successfully with only one course?

For this conjecture, Felix also has no idea.

He rummaged through the podium, took out a parchment, and handed it to Marcus. "This is the parchment you used. I haven't cleared your information. The previous wrong questions are still retained."

Marcus took it, and he muttered as if I wanted to say thank you, but was choked with saliva.

"Go, I will check it regularly. If your grades do not meet the requirements, I will stop all your activities--" Felix looked at him calmly, "Including Quiddich."

"Yes, Professor." Marcus said sadly.

On the contrary, it was as if Wood who had been celebrating the festival earlier blew a loud whistle.

Felix glanced at him: "You too, Wood. You and Flint are treated the same."

So a second bitter face appeared in this classroom.

The student on the side snickered.

Soon, the class officially began. Felix looked at the students in the audience: "During the school year last year, you had a relatively easy time, and I am also happy to let you feel the mystery of ancient runes."

The face of the male witch teacher in the audience. Seriously, usually this kind of words will be followed by a'but'.

"But this year is your last year in Hogwarts—Wood, don’t stare at Flint and laugh—I continue to say that you are facing the ultimate wizard exam, so it’s not necessary how important this exam is I have to say more."

"Next, I will elaborate on our study plan for this school year..."

In the question-and-answer session at the end of the course, Penelope · Clearwater raised his hand to ask Said: "Professor, do we still practice magic texts this year?"

"Yes, professor. We smashed little skeletons, drove away black crows, defeated magic puppets, and cracked Devil's Snare trap, I finally collected the four keys. But there are still many places to explore." The Ravenclaw girl next to her said with her fingers.

Slytherin's Prefect Jeffrey also calmly put forward a suggestion: "Professor, I think you can decide the candidate for the magic text practice class according to your grades."

Wood immediately glared at him. Even Marcus didn't look right at him.

Felix thought for a while, "Well, I will open that classroom on the weekend for interested students to explore. But in the classroom, you should not have too much expectations."

A class ended in a hurry, and the students filed out.

"Professor Haip?" Percy stood in front of Felix.

"What's the matter, Weasley?"

Percy hesitated and said, "That's it, my brother... is Fred and George. They are on Fifth Year today."

Felix waited quietly for what follows.

"Uh, this is a crucial year. As you know, the OWLs exam...I hope that they can put more attention on their studies and take two more certificates."

"Weasley, you can be straightforward."

Percy's breathing was stagnant. He plucked up the courage and said, "I, I heard that you are very supportive of their jokes. They are now It's getting worse...I hope you can persuade them."

Felix looked at him and said softly, "Weasley, maybe you want me not to help them?"

Percy said with difficulty: "I have thoughts on this."

In the empty classroom, there was silence, Felix tapped his fingertips on the table and made a clacking sound.

For a long while, Felix lifts the head, "I can’t make decisions for them, Weasley."

"You should know that even without my help, they will put their minds on Above this, I can't tie them up, or... impose a Confundus Charm?"

Percy look pale, lips moaning.

"But, I have a way," Felix said slowly.

"What is it?"

"You join them."

"You are kidding!" Percy stared wide-eyed, "I can't even look at Their pranks..."

"No, I don’t want you to study with them. I mean, understand them. Understand what they are doing, what they are researching, where their time is spent, and why Enjoy it. When you know everything about them, you can always find the right way..."

Felix looked at him: "I heard that you are going to enter the Ministry of Magic? This may be the first time. For meaningful practice, you can write a related paper."

Percy looked thoughtful and left.

On the other end, Harry looked angry, and Hermione chased him in small steps.

"Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Hermione, you already knew that my father and Professor Lupin, and Sirius · Black knew each other! There's that Pettigrew Peter! You know everything, but you don't tell me at all. Let me tell you—Huh, what about people? Hermione?"

Turning around a corridor, Harry turned around and missed a few words. Sentence, as a result, Hermione's silhouette was magically missing.

He and Ron looked at each other in blank dismay. At this moment, Hermione came from another fork in the road and stuffed a thin golden chain into his chest.

"Hermione, I haven't finished yet--"

Hermione looked impatient: "What, we are going to be late for transfiguration, hurry up."

She hurried forward, and only after a dozen steps did she find that they were still standing there, she said solemnly: "What are you waiting for!"