Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

In the late afternoon, a brand-new poster was hung up on the bulletin board, and the title on it could be clearly seen from far away-Mowen Club Recruitment Guide!

There was a group of young wizards surrounded by the bulletin board. An enthusiastic student read it aloud so that people behind could also hear--

"The first batch of the Magic Club is hereby recruited. Members, the requirements are as follows (choose one of the following three, choose the best):

1: A rough grasp of 30 practical ancient runes (the degree to which magic puppets can be repaired), or proficient in practicality of one ancient runes (pay respects to the picture below);

2: Complete an alchemy item independently;

3: Complete a seven-foot-long piece based on "Ancient Runes Exploration" Essays (with spare reference books attached);

Selection time: the last Saturday morning of this month; location: Study of Ancient Runes classroom;

——Mowen Club Chief -In-Charge: Felix Haip, September 7, 1993."

Below the poster is a dynamic picture and a long list of books.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed in front of the crowd, carefully watching the words and patterns on them.

"I think the first requirement is the easiest to meet." Ron stared at the end of the first item above and said, "It's the last sentence. You only need to be proficient in a practical ancient runes."

His words drew a round of approval.

"Not at all!" Hermione retorted sharply. She pointed to the animated picture on the left under the poster—a young wizard held a magic symbol in his hand, but soon after the symbol became A flame—"It is the hardest of all requirements. On the contrary, I think the third requirement is the easiest."

"Are you kidding, Hermione! That's a seven-foot paper , Seven feet!"

"My eyes are fine, Ron. In fact, I have written longer papers."

Many students recognized this Study of The assistants of Ancient Runes, especially the students who have taken ancient runes for more than a year, are very familiar with this witch.

In private, many people complained that Granger of the Second Year was the professor of Study of Ancient Runes, because her delicate handwriting often appeared on the homework of this course, and it spanned five grade.

"Miss Granger, I hope you can explain the meaning and difficulty of each item in detail." Percy of Seventh Year appeared, with a badge symbolizing Head Boy hanging on his chest , Said in a reserved and formal tone: "Your words will become a powerful reference."

Ron bit his ear to Harry and said: "You look at him like a Ministry of Magic spokesperson, except for him. A bulging belly is missing."

Harry glanced at Percy, then thought about the image of Uncle Fernon's belly on Percy's body, and he couldn't help laughing.

Hermione saw everyone looking at herself, "Oh, of course." She said nervously, "Hai, cough cough! Professor Haip’s magic text club pays more attention to practical magic text, he The three requirements are basically around this point."

"The first one examines the mastery of practical magic texts. As far as I know, I mean I have seen your homework, Fifth Many people above Year meet the requirements, except for the last sentence!"

"You all understand the second article, but if you want to meet the professor’s standards, you must use more alchemy symbols and practical magic. Article;"

"The third article is to examine the understanding of practical magic writing. I personally think-it is the easiest way, and it is the best choice for students below Fifth Year..."

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It took more than ten minutes before Hermione got out of the crowd and found Harry and Ron waiting far away.

"My God, it's the first time I have been treated so warmly!" Hermione said, not knowing whether it was happy or annoyed.

Ron mumbled on the side: "I want to change with you."

"Let's go, let's go to the auditorium for dinner first." Harry said.

At this moment, a voice came in--

"So, you muggle just got into the limelight!" Draco Malfoy didn't know when he appeared, his face hung With a sick face, next to him were Pansy Parkinson, and two of his followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Shut up, Malfoy! You or for your father think about it, how to explain to your Death Eater friend." Ron said contemptuously.

Draco's expression turned gloomy, and Ron just hit his sore spot. Since last Tuesday he spoke without careful diction, after three days of gestation, his father sent a severely worded letter prohibiting him from mentioning any topic with the word Dark Lord.

'Erase this person from your memory, you know! Otherwise I will take you back. 'This is what one sentence in the letter said.

Draco ignored Ron. He looked at Harry and said, "If I were you, go and see the stupid big fellow. Maybe you will only see him in Knockturn Alley in the future."

Harry said without hesitation: "Hagrid will not be expelled."

"Wait and see, Potter." He sneered and said to Hermione, "You are a muggle too. But with that little cleverness, what else can you do besides rote memorization?"

"I know a lot, do you want to try?" Hermione made a weird syllable on her palm. A shallow halo emerged.

"She is still ranked first in all subjects on the Ranking List of the Second Year'Parchment'. Yeah, it doesn’t matter to you... Oh, yes, she might become you Examiner, if you want to join the Mowen Club too." Ron ridiculed him.

Draco felt as uncomfortable as eating a dead fly. He slowly said, "It's a pity, it looks like your family got the prize of Daily Prophet, which makes you obviously more confident..."

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"Draco, ignore these lower-class people, my grandfather's servants are richer than his family, and they said that pure blood is simply the greatest humiliation I have ever suffered in my life." Pansy Parkinson is proud Pulled him away.

Ron frowned, and said inconceivably: "Are they sick, and why are they unpleasant every time they appear?"

Even after dinner and back In the common room, Ron was still struggling with this matter, "It ruined my good mood for the day, Hermione, I mean really, if you become one of the selected examiners...Hey! Keep your cat away from me! "

Less than three feet away from him, a big cat with ginger yellow fur and a squashed face was leaning over his body and staring at his pocket.

Hermione picked up her cat unhappily, "Crookshanks, behaved." She sat on the other side of the small round table.

Harry looked down at a parchment with various names on it, and various lines were drawn between the names.

Hermione glanced at the above content and said worriedly: "Harry, are you still entangled with that fugitive?"

"I just can’t figure it out, why would my father choose this? Be a best man!" Harry hammered the table angrily, and even if almost a week passed, he couldn't forget his anger at the time.

Hermione persuaded him: "Many people will change, Harry."

Ron asked curiously: "I remember you said on Saturday that you would go to Professor Lupin to inquire. News, how did it turn out?"

Harry said dejectedly: "I didn't see him, Professor Lupin is sick. I knocked on the door for a long time before he answered me hoarsely."

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"But he didn't explicitly reject you, did he? Find a chance to try again, just after class, or next weekend." Ron suggested.

Harry nodded, he thought so too. Originally, there was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, but Professor Lupin looked too haggard. He was afraid that the professor would suddenly faint during the class, so he really asked for it.