Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The new students excitedly lined up to the top of the auditorium, waiting for the separate house, but Felix only felt a little hungry.

The same goes for Sniffing Wallen.

"Wait a minute, we can make a bet and guess if there is raisin pudding on the dinning table. By the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a low voice, sniffing and sitting on his lap , Stretched his neck and stared at the empty dinning table, a little disappointed.

Especially when it applied with eyes to ask if it could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, it was rejected by Felix Ruthless.

Snape looked at them with a weird expression on the side, but Sniff was only interested in shiny, refined things. It looked at the sudden appearance of Dumbledore’s silver beard for a while, then turned his head and sat down. On the high cushion of Flitwick, the eyes are not enough.

"...

Put me on my head well,

I have never seen it before,

I want to see Take a look at your mind,

Judge which house you belong to!"

With rumbling applause, Sorting Hat ended its annual singing and the separate house officially began. The only strange thing about Felix is ​​that the last sentence of this song is not "They share a dream, a wish"-it is that he has listened to it too many times in the headmaster's office before, making him subconsciously think that Sorting Hat intends to end it with this.

"Stewart Ackley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolded a long parchment, and chanted his name.

A boy stepped forward and could see that he was shaking from head to toe. He picked up the Sorting Hat and put it on his head, sitting on the stool, rolling his eyes a little nervously.

"Ravenclaw!" Sorting Hat shouted.

Stewart Ackley took off his hat and hurriedly ran to the seat at the Ravenclaw table. Everyone at the table applauded and welcomed him.

"Malcolm Bardock!" "Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branstone!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Caldwell!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!" "Gryffindor!"

The little Creevey kid wore a mole coat. Obviously it belongs to Hagrid. For First-year students, it is a solid fur tent. When he was assigned to Gryffindor, he didn't even think about it, and ran to Gryffindor's position.

While running and shouting excitedly, sharing my experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! In the lake!"

"Sorting Hat! Put Sorting Hat! Stay!"

Professor McGonagall yelled after him twice, but he didn’t respond. As a last resort, she nodded with wand and let the Sorting Hat above the new student float back by herself. Felix hooked his fingers and let the mole coat fly in front of Hagrid, who was just about to get up.

"Thanks, Felix." Hagrid said crudely, and he reached out and shook his coat, raining all over the floor.

On the other side, Gryffindor made a kindly coaxing laugh. The new student scratched his head and sat a little shyly next to a student who looked a lot like him. After a while, he became excited. "I fell into the lake, took a few sips of water, and thought, this is over! Suddenly something pushed me back to the boat!"

"It's cool !" The big brother who is two years older than him-Colin Creevey said, he was as excited as his brother, "Probably it is a giant squid, Dennis!" Harry said, "Did you see the boy over there? The one with black hair and glasses? He is Harry Potter. The twelve photo albums I sent home contain him and his Friends!"

His younger brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously. If it weren’t for his big brother’s First Year, because he indirectly looked at Basilisk, he lived in the courtyard for half a year, and the album at home might have been released early. No more.

But thanks to the big brother's photo album, he recognized Harry at a glance. And his big brother continued to say: "I just asked him to pray for you, I hope you can be assigned to Gryffindor, guess what? It really works."

"I'll talk to you again Talking about the Patronus he released in the hall, he was so handsome..."

The emotions of people are not connected. Harry's face was a little hot, and Ron asked him teasingly: "Did you pray just now?"

Harry hesitated and hurriedly changed the subject and said, "That empty seat should be the new professor?" He pointed out Refers to the teacher's seat.

"Who else can?" Ron muttered, "But he is late, and the dinner is about to begin."

In fact, Harry supported it until the dinner was almost over. When my belly swelled and I had to abandon half of the smoked potato on the plate, there was no one seated on the teacher's bench.

Felix used transfiguration to conjure a set of small tables and chairs. Sniffing Wallen sitting on it, eating a sliced ​​raisin pudding, with a white napkin tied to its chest.

The smell after eating early was a bit boring. It sniffed the various scents in the air and soon found an acquaintance.

It pulled Felix's trousers and pointed in a direction. Felix had a dark face-the little fellow was too short, but he roughly saw the direction and guessed what it meant.

"Go, you are not allowed to steal anyone's things, and tableware is not good, remember?"

Sniff is continuously nodded.

It walked under the dinning table, crossed the legs kicking indiscriminately, quickly found the target, and climbed up her trouser legs.

"Ouch!" Hermione yelled, looked down, and met a pair of small black eyes.

"Warren?" She yelled in a low voice, and Ron, Harry, and a few students around looked over.

"A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up in the muggle family, asked curiously.

"I guess it was a sniffer." Neville said softly.

"Sniff—what?"

"Sniff, her name is Varen, and she is raised by Professor Haip." Hermione introduced.

"She?" Dean startled.

"Yes!" Hermione happily sniffed, "She's a little lady, isn't she, huh?"

Ron stared at Varen and said, "I I've always wanted to have one. They are famous for finding treasures. Fred and George had this item in their New Year's wish list when they were young."

Fred De looked over Angelina's position and said: "Don't slander us, our wishes have changed a long time ago."

"Yes," said George, who was sitting on the other side of him, "Especially when we inquire, sniffing is better at getting from people around you We changed our minds when we flipped the money in my pocket."

"Look at your pockets, and the fork—" Fred De warned at last.

"And the goblet." George added.

Ron covered his pocket sadly, "They make sense, Harry, it's staring at your coin!"

The sniff sitting in Hermione's arms is looking intently Looking at Harry, Harry was holding a muggle coin in his hand, golden-bright and dazzling, still glowing, it was modified by Felix last school year, and it had a spell on it to monitor the number of disapparation casts.

According to the agreement, Harry must fill up its golden rays of light before he can use Disapparation outside the responsive house.

When he left school in the last school year, he was still a little short, but he ran around with Sirius during the summer vacation and accidentally made up the last point...

At this time, Dumbledore smiled and began to speak. First of all, the old-fashioned items. Filch's list of prohibited items is updated every year, and has accumulated 437 items; and he once again reiterated that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest privately.

They were already familiar with these words. The people around Harry didn’t listen very carefully. They were obviously more interested in sniffing--

"Harry, you better put Put the coin away, although Professor Haip had taught it, but-my goodness!"

Hermione stopped in surprise, sniffing Varen painfully, took out a gold Galleon from his pocket and placed it on the table. Came up, then pointed to Harry's coin.

"What is it doing?" Ron asked puzzled.

"I think," Hermione took a deep breath and said incrediblely: "Harry, it wants to exchange with you—"

The three looked at each other in blank dismay, It was a weird sniff. Ron chuckled and laughed, "Professor Haip’s education is really...haha...it’s really effective, even the nature of sniffing is correct."

But Soon, he couldn't laugh, because he didn't get a response for a long time, and Warren thought Harry was unwilling, so he took out a gold Galleon from his small pocket and stacked it with the first one.

Harry stared at it dumbfounded. On the long dinning table, he quickly piled up the third and fourth gold Galleons. As he got to the back, the sniffing movement slowed down, and his little pink hand was continuously Shaking, even Dean could see how reluctant it was.

But how distressed I was when I paid out, and how arrogant I was after letting go, sniffed and stretched out a finger, pointed at the gold Galleon that was piled up high, and pointed at Harry. The light coins and the Little Rich Lady imposing manner that radiated made me stunned for a moment.

Ron urged: "Don't give up, Harry. See how much Galleon it can take out, Merlin's beard... It's much richer than me!"

At this time , Dumbledore finally talked about something closely related to the students, "...I want to tell you very regretfully that there will be no house cup Quiddich competition this year."

"What?" Harry lifts the head , Out of surprise. Not only him, but most of the students were stunned by the news.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, thunder exploded outside the castle, shook the glass windows ka ka, and the hall door was slammed open. NS.

A man walked in, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black travel cloak. With the help of the light in the auditorium, the four house students could see his appearance clearly, and they were all sucked in a breath of cold air.

This man’s face looks like it was carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and it was a crappy craftsman who did it. He is absolutely not good at carving knives. Every inch of skin is riddled with scars, and his nose is missing. He had a piece of meat, one leg was a wooden artificial leg, and he walked up to make the sound of peng peng. When he passed the dinning table, the young wizard on both sides hurriedly shrank to the other side.

Harry stared at Moody's face, then looked at the half of the smoked potato on the plate, suddenly feeling nauseous.

After getting closer, the students found that the most terrifying thing about this stranger was his eyes. One was intact, but the other was in Hermione’s arms, with two small hands. Covering his face, he didn't dare to look, but he still didn't forget to reach out and put the gold Galleon on the table back into his pocket.

Hermione was funny and angry, but when her eyes fell on the stranger's eyes, she couldn't laugh at all. It was a big and round fake eye, turning up and down in the eye socket, sometimes leaving only a white eye, which seemed to be staring behind him.

He simply shook hands with Dumbledore and sat in the only empty seat, ignored others, each minding their own business, eating the leftovers on the table. But the fake blue eye still kept turning around, looking at the auditorium and the students.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

In the silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the Tournament. He introduced the origin and development of the original Triwizard Tournament, and later had to stop because of too many deaths. After a few centuries, the Ministry of Magic was finally ready. Preparation, and this time, the number of schools participating in the competition has increased to five.

Many students don’t even know Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, let alone Ifamoni and Vagado outside Europe, they listen to Dumbledore’s speech as if they are listening to a fantasy story.

And Felix is ​​no stranger to this information. He cleared his throat, sniffed Varen and immediately jumped from Hermione's arms, deliberately detouring a long way, avoiding Moody with scary eyes.

Moody was holding a sausage in his mouth and ate his head sullenly. The fake eye followed the trail of sniffing and saw it finally climb on the shoulder of a young professor. He whispered.

"Little things."