Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

According to the usual practice, Hagrid will take the First Year new student from the lake to the ferry, and the students of the remaining age will take the carriage and walk along the path to the main entrance of the school.

School auditorium.

"My lord, please--"Peeves rolled his head in the air, nodded and hunched a strange ghost into the auditorium. This tall ghost kept him tight, from Under cloak, only a pair of silver, non-sentimental eyes can be seen.

Peeves smiled and said: "Then I won’t bother you for now, I have something else... I have prepared a lot of filled balloons for new students, don’t you want to see the water polo Did the lovely little fellows explode on their heads?"

The ghost said nothing, Peeves turned around and was about to leave. A big silver hand came out from the cloak and quickly grabbed Peeves’ back. The neck trembled vigorously.

Peeves struggled twice and didn't break free. Instead, he swayed rhythmically and wandered, with a helpless expression on his face.

He is a spirit born from a castle. Compared with ordinary ghosts, he is more capable. The ordinary ghost can only slightly interfere with reality, but he is different. It really has to be more real. It can be more powerful than the students. Even wrestling is nothing difficult.

One thing that can make him jealous is the professor in the school-as the aggregate of the emotions of the students, Peeves's fear of the professor is carved into the bones, but at the same time, he is also a naughty student. Representative, always eloquent, he is actually afraid of professors full of majesty and integrity;

The second is powerful wizards that can affect him, such as Headmaster Dumbledore and Felix Haip;

The third is the alternative of ghosts, such as Bloody Baron, and——

The short Peeves looks at the tall and indifferent ghost in front of him, cursing in a low voice, the silver eyes under the ghost cloak Suddenly looked towards him, Peeves immediately filled with a naive smile, and kept rubbing his fingers.

The ghosts in the auditorium discuss spiritedly——

"Are there newcomers again?" Gryffindor's resident ghost——Nearly Headless Nick said sentimentally.

"It looks like a ruthless character." Hufflepuff's fat ghost cultivator said cheerfully, "It's great. Someone has to treat Peeves."

"Yes, there is no such thing. Wrong." Nearly Headless Nick said, "Since Bloody Baron left..." He looked towards all around meaningfully, attracting a sound of echoes and condemnation of Peeves's bad deeds and the Scabers.

"That's right," a ghost asked, "Which one of you still keeps the picture of Peeves?"

"It's the prank twin that blows Peeves around the castle with a fan "Nearly Headless Nick asked with interest, and he smiled contentedly, "I have it. I got five secrets in exchange for it."

"What will happen to a viewing?" the ghost suggested.

About a year ago, it was Felix’s first year of employment. Facing Peeves’ provocation, he used a Confundus Charm, which made Peeves confused the concept of time and thought he was just born. Unable to deal with the students' chaotic and mischievous thoughts, they became muddleheaded.

And his old rival, the Weasley twin, took the opportunity to conjure up two fans, took Peeves around the exhibition in turn, and almost successfully held an evening party. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall stopped midway, many young The wizard and all ghosts are very sorry about this.

Among the onlookers at the time, someone took a picture of this magnificent scene, and then the picture began to circulate, attracting a lot of people to snatch it, but after Peeves recovered, he flew into a rage out of humiliation. Take away most of the photos.

During that time, Moaning Myrtle walked through the girls' bathrooms on each floor, telling every student about Peeves' bullying.

……

On the teacher’s bench, Felix and Professor McGonagall were chatting about unfinished topics in the headmaster’s office. Flitwick joined in midway to discuss what incantions are suitable for inclusion. The scope of mastery".

Professor McGonagall said seriously: "If possible, I would prefer that young wizards have all the knowledge. Every lesson is important."

"But Minerva, if we If you plan to do something, you must consider how to get the students to accept it." Flitwick said sharply.

Professor McGonagall snorted, of course she knows this, but she has too high expectations of her students.

Felix lightly nodded, "My idea is to break up these incantations and divide them into different grades. For example, Disarming Charm, Third Year study, Fourth Year assessment are more appropriate, and Disapparation may require Sixth Year study, Seventh Year assessment."

He added: "The purpose of assessment is not to score, but to enable them to truly master these incantions. So I think the assessment time should be as flexible as possible, and There can be no limit on the number of times."

Flitwick thought for a while and said, "This is a good idea. If you focus on the final year of exams, most students will probably be dragging them. Severus, what do you think? "

"I have no opinion, and you didn't include potion." Snape said coldly.

"This..." Flitwick said falteringly, "You are also one of the regular professors of Duelling Club, aren't you? You should know that Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a shortcoming of students. Fortunately, the Duelling Club can make up part of the missing."

"Lupin taught well last year." Professor McGonagall interjected.

"I understand," Flitwick said, "and Belby, they are all very good, but..."

He hesitated for a moment and tried to organize the language to say, "But We all know what this course looks like-each professor has only one year of teaching time. I don’t deny that Dumbledore has tried his best to find a good wizard to teach this course, but a good wizard and a good professor are two different things. "

"If you learn well by yourself, it doesn't mean you can teach others." Felix concluded.

"Yes!" Flitwick eyes shined, "That's it! A good professor needs a wealth of experience and can understand the various problems encountered by students... This process may last for several years, but for As far as the professor of this course is concerned, it is impossible to do it at all."

"Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, although both teach incantation, but their emphasis is completely different. What I teach is general practical magic, Of course, it also includes a variety of basic skills, and those offensive incantation and defensive incantation that can be used in duels are basically included in the category of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"It is the professor of this course. It is the most unstable. When you meet a good teacher, you can learn more. If you encounter something inappropriate or not good at teaching, you will mess up the classroom."

The professors were silent, and a series of names of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors of these years popped up in their hearts, one by one, they checked in.

Felix also thinks about the professors he has been in contact with-including those encountered in school as well as those encountered at work. Frankly speaking, like Lockhart, they are already the bottom line in various senses. NS. Most people are just mediocre, or they are not good at teaching students. They often describe a simple problem in a cloud, making young wizards confused; or starting from their own experience and talking to themselves, they can’t. Effectively solve the problems encountered by students.

There is also a problem hidden behind this, that is, there has been no reasonable planning for this course. Experienced professors such as Flitwick and McGonagall start from the First Year and teach until graduation. They know the characteristics of each student well and will give targeted guidance.

Moreover, what should be taught in each grade, how much should be taught, and generally what feedback there is, are also very clear.

And when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts...it’s pretty good to be able to follow the instructions. Professors like Lupin who consider students and try to make up for their lack of homework are rare.

Most people still follow their own habits and talk about it here and there. A hammer in the east, a mallet in the west.

So some students will be surprised to find that after seven years, they have heard seven lessons of the same content—from seven different professors.

……

Snape snorts disdainfully by the side. Isn’t this true? Is there anything to discuss. He glanced at the new dragonfly touches the water lightly several times like dragonfly touches the water lightly. Ghost feels inseparable from Felix, the bright cloak looks familiar.

Moreover, this ghost from start to finish hasn't said anything before, and put on a cold posture, letting Nearly Headless Nick who floated over to talk back to him.

There was a noise in the hall. The students’ carriage stopped at the door. They ran into the castle under the heavy rain. The chirp chirp twitter twitter kept making noise, and the school was immediately filled with a lively atmosphere.

Felix stopped talking, his eyes shone slightly, and the ghost standing quietly in the corner of the auditorium suddenly became active, clutching Peeves moved towards the hall and flew away.

Students walked into the cave-like deep hall, and with the help of the torch hanging high on the wall, they shook the rainwater on their bodies.

"Oh my God," Ron said, shaking his head vigorously, spilling drops of water everywhere, "It's like a mess."

Harry twisted silently. His sleeves squeezed out a large pool of stagnant water. His shoes and pants were also soaked in water, and he dragged down heavily, his hair sticking to his head wet.

"So, what is that—" Neville, who was in the same carriage with them, shouted, looking shocked.

The few people around lift the head, looking at the marble steps leading to the auditorium. At the entrance, amidst the swaying fire, a tall silhouette hangs in midair, dressed in a long cloak, and is dressed in a long cloak. Fly, silver's eyes are very cold.

"What is he holding in his hand?" From a distance, someone noticed the movement here.

"A new student?" Someone guessed, but it is too short, like a small carrot head.

"How is it possible, they should still be floating on the lake, wait—" A senior student stared wide-eyed, "That's Peeves!"

"Peeves was carried In your hand? My God!"

"No, that, that's a photo, a dementor!" screamed a student with a particularly bad look.

The air froze in an instant, and the students sucked in a breath of cold air, their bodies trembling and chaotic.

"Hoo—God—Guard—Guard!" Harry pulled out wand and shouted.

silver light was scattered on the ground, and a silver shadow flew out of his wand. It was a stag, leaping toward the'dementor' vigorously and fearlessly.

Harry had no time to think about why the dementor suddenly appeared in the castle. He looked at his Patronus expectantly, very sure that it would serve him again as it did in the past.

"zi zi ~"

Harry wondered if he had read it wrong, but the tall'dementor' stretched out his free hand and suddenly supported the stag horns , His Patronus was forced to stop.

He blinked in disbelief. The lenses were a bit blurry, but Patronus, who was so big, couldn't get it wrong.

Ron stammered: "Well, is this the leader of dementor? It’s impossible to see its height..."

Hermione trembled and took out the wand. Trying to save himself, "hu~ 护~ 識神——body protection —"

"Expecto Patronum!"

A Seventh Year student shouted, and a silver leopard rushed Coming up, being slapped and slapped by the'dementor', Peeves, who was free, immediately got into the wall and disappeared.

Before leaving, he exaggeratedly yelled: "The new ghost is fighting with the students! The new ghost is fighting with the students!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over and headed over. Her peaked hat was crooked, and she shouted angrily: "Peeves, what are you doing?" But the scene in front of her was different from what she had imagined. She blinked and looked at the scene.

"Minerva, it's me." Ghost had to speak, a gentle voice said. Seeing dementor actually speak, this scene scared several students nearby into a ball.

Professor McGonagall heard his voice, suffocated his anger and whispered to the ghost: "Felix Haip, pretending to be ghost to scare students, it’s not plausible, I’ll tell you--"

"Uh, this was an accident. Sorry, Minerva. They regard me as a dementor..."

Ghost Felix said embarrassingly that he didn't expect that someone would refer to ghost as a dementor, and more Outrageously, Harry immediately released Patronus Charm to attack him.

What about the brain?

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her nose opens and closes, and he makes heavy breathing. This is a precursor to her outbreak, usually accompanied by rebuke and deduct points, with a base of 20 minutes, and the amount varies. Detention, but since Felix is ​​a professor, the latter is not needed.

"I'm leaving now." Ghost said quickly. He didn't want to provoke the angry lion. In this state, McGonagall, even Dumbledore did exactly what he was doing. He disappeared with a "sou" cry. .

Professor McGonagall's chest rises and falls, and glances at the hourglass in the hall that records the house points. After a while, she sternly said to the crowd who are drenched, "What are you waiting for, come into the auditorium, hurry up!" "

She started walking into the auditorium, followed by a dejected student, walking up to make the sound of clang dong clang dong water, leaving wet footprints.

"If I were you, I would try to use incantion to dry the moisture on my body."

Professor McGonagall stopped and said with a headache, it’s hard to imagine that among these students, There will be a champion representing Hogwarts, who will participate in the championship in more than a month to win honor for the school.