Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix rolled over and sat up abruptly, and the warning magic he had left outside the tent was touched.

After putting on various defensive incantation for himself, he pushed open the curtain. In the dark, he saw a mother holding a child stumbled over, her hair scattered messy, and she was wearing a dirty dress. Xixi pajamas, holding a three or four-year-old child in his arms.

"What happened?" Felix asked her in a deep voice, and there were screams and explosions in the distance.

"There is a riot...the fans...no, they are thugs! Fire everywhere..." The woman in front of her said, her face was deathly pale, and she still had an expression of horror.

Lupin came out of the tent and held wand alertly. "What's the matter?" When he saw the woman, he was taken aback.

"It should be the trouble caused by some fans," Felix said, "Remus, take care of them. By the way, wake up Kremy and Arik and I will go out and have a look."

Lupin looked at the woman and her child, silently nodded. He looked into the distance. There were red fires everywhere in the camp, and there were crying and anxious shouts in the distance.

Felix carried wand and moved towards the place of fire.

You can see some dark silhouettes on the road, stumbling, walking deep and shallow. They took their families, followed by one or two crying little children, one after another moved towards the woods In the direction of avoidance.

Most of these people are completely unprepared, wearing only one pajamas, and some of them are separated from their families, shouting their names as they walk.

Not everyone is flustered. Some people are calm and help maintain order. An extremely tall woman shouted in a loud voice, overwhelming the surrounding noise: "Quiet! Students of Beauxbatons, raise your wands to light the way for others."

"Yes , Madam Maxime." A group of young girls replied neatly, and they light up the wand one after another. Following the light from them, the panicked crowd approached spontaneously and surrounded them.

"Follow me and walk down the path." The woman called "Mrs. Maxime" took the lead and walked in the forefront. From time to time, she looked back and comforted her with a calm voice: "Don't panic, one by one, follow Stay tight!"

This woman may be about the same size as Hagrid, but she looks taller visually because she is very slender and slender, not as bloated as Hagrid. Felix suspected that she had a giant bloodline, but she undoubtedly inherited the advantages of both sides, her face was refined, and her manners were very elegant.

And I can see that she is very prestigious among these young wizards, should she be a professor?

In a hurry, Felix didn't have time to think about it. They passed by, and Felix went straight to the flames against the direction of the team. Halfway through the journey, he saw some Ministry of Magic staff who fell on the ground. They were knocked out. Everyone was hit by at least four or five Stunning Spells, as well as some messy curses. They looked very embarrassed.

Felix drags them over and piles them together to avoid being stepped on. He simply applied a Levitation charm to himself, and then controlled himself to rise into the air, his gaze constantly patrolling.

On the other side, the team of marchers continued to grow. Initially there were only 30 hooded wizards. They wandered around the camp with masks. One of them captured the muggle Roberts family on the edge of the camp. Get up, control them in circles above your head, for fun.

Afterwards, more and more people joined in. There were fans who needed to vent because of the team's failure, there were celebraters who had dazzled themselves for half a night, and people who liked excitement. Increasingly, the force of the marchers was strengthened, forming a scale of three to five hundred people, setting fires everywhere in the camp, leaving burning tents behind them.

Through the skyrocketing fire, they saw a silhouette standing in midair, condescending, and their eyes turned to this side.

The marchers squinted their eyes. The person seemed to be flying and terrifying with bright eyes. Even if they were a few hundred feet away, they could feel the anger in that person's eyes and the pressure on them.

"Lord, master--"

A hooded wizard yelled, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

In the parade, the dozens of hooded wizards led by a commotion, two of them couldn't even hold the wand, and knelt down in the direction moved towards Felix, "Master, we have been looking forward to it. Your return—"

"Don't be foolish, it's Felix Haip!" said a hoarse voice.

Felix moved. Massive rays of light gathered between the palms, and then quickly expanded. He threw a huge ball of light toward the sky, temporarily replacing the invisible gray-green light on the horizon.

This rays of light is like the sun in winter, bright but not dazzling. In a flash, it fills every inch of space and every shadow, and even the moon high in the sky is covered. The whole camp is as bright as day.

Felix takes all the chaos into his eyes--

Beside his right hand is the parade crowd, headed by thirty or forty wizards wearing hoods and masks, They should be the leaders of the riots, squeezing into each other tightly, forming a dense formation, and moving forward slowly. Above these people's heads are four struggling silhouettes floating in the air, twisted into various weird shapes-all ordinary persons in pajamas, helplessly manipulated by invisible ropes like puppets.

Hundreds of riotous fans gathered around the Hooded Man. Looking at their outfits, they should come from different countries, joining them because of common hobbies or chaos. The purpose of these marchers who joined in the middle was purer, to vent their anger and create chaos. Some of them wore funny masks that they didn't know where to find, some just covered a piece of cloth on their faces, and some showed their faces boldly, waving wand drunkenly, emitting one after another spark.

Behind the parade—on both sides of the road they walked, there were burning tents, like huge torches.

There are people fleeing around. The screams of women, the crying of children, and the panic calling of men are connected together.

When Felix’s magic illuminates the entire camp, they recognize the direction and no longer look like headless flies, leading their families away from the group of marchers.

In every corner of the camp, countless people lifted the head, looking at the silhouette of in midair Felix, they were shocked.

A small road by the woods——

"Look at that man! He is floating in the sky!"

"Where is Madam Maxime? We can't find it She's—" A little girl with thick curly hair shouted to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The three of them separated from the adults, and separated from Ginny and twin, and had just arrived on a path by the woods.

The densely packed area here is full of people, and everyone looks at the camp in horror.

"Who is Madam Maxime?" Harry asked nervously. He just knocked out a drunk man with a wand. He, Ron and Hermione worked together to hide the drunk in the bush. Congli.

"They are not from our school..." A young witch, about the same size as Hermione, embraced the little girl with curly hair, looked at the three of Harry with the help of bright rays of light, and whispered, "Hogwarts ", and then with everyone, looking at Felix in midair.

"Who is he? Why can he fly?"

"Is it the head, I saw someone kneeling to him in the marcher—"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione yelled at the man annoyed. She looked towards that side worriedly and whispered: "It's Professor Haip, he should want to stop the riots. This is too dangerous and should not be directly conflicted... That is hundreds of people. "

Harry looked over, the professor’s magic illuminated the camp, they could see clearly, dozens of colorful incantions among the marchers flew towards the professor, but most of them were slanted and slanted. , Eccentric.

Ron said comfortingly: "Professor Haip is four to five hundred feet away from them. Don't worry, he doesn't raise anything at all."

......

Felix illuminated the camp with lighting, and some marchers immediately became uneasy-darkness gave them the courage to do evil, but when the light came, they could only hide their sordidness to avoid being discovered.

People keep leaving the team and leave quietly.

But there are still quite a few people staying in place. These people clamored, made noises, moved towards Felix pointing fingers, and deliberately shot sparks and made provocative actions in incantion.

On the other side of the parade, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Sirius looked at a loss. Charlie asked, "Dad, what should we do?"

Mr. Weasley Looking at the floating Roberts family, "You can’t do it easily, it’s not good if you hurt them." He wanted to get close to the Roberts family, but was attacked by fire.

"They will disperse soon," Mr. Weasley's tone was quite certain, and he said a little annoyed: "Gutter rats! These guys are simply regardless of the law and of natural morality! If you can Grab it all—"

Sirius pointed at in midair, "Someone thinks like you."

Felix has a calm face, he extends the hand and points forward. , A black lightning descended, and almost at the same time, a hooded wizard's chest was penetrated.