Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"The headmasters of the four magic schools and carefully selected competitors will arrive one after another in October, and the ceremony for the champion will be held on Halloween."

" To win honors for the school, the individual winner can also receive a 1000 Galleon bonus."

"But-students over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up, because the competition is still very difficult and very difficult. Danger, no matter how many preventive measures we take, students under the sixth Seventh Year are impossible to deal with."

"The delegation will spend most of the school year with us. I hope you will Behaved warm and friendly, for this, we specially prepared some communication activities..."

Dumbledore ended the dinner amidst the controversial noise. The students were full of complaints because of the unknown age limit.

"Can we just watch?" Ron stepped hard on the steps and walked towards the common room.

Hermione said seriously: "This is to protect us from being in danger due to reckless arrogance. You must know that the reason for the suspension of past competitions was because many people died--"

Ron didn't listen carefully at all, whispered: "That's a thousand Galleons." He looked at Fred and George. The two were walking in front of them, discussing whether the ageing agent would work.

"I think one or two drops are enough. We are within a few months of adulthood, George..." Fred de thought carefully.

Ron said sourly, "There is still half a year, but I hope they will succeed," he turned to ask Harry, "What do you think? If Fred and George did it, I mean , I don’t know if we have learned enough..."

Harry shook the head, throwing away all the brilliant images in his mind, he could not help but imagine that he had lied to the headmaster’s age limit. To win the championship, the trophy was raised amidst the cheers and screams of the crowd...

"Yes, I almost mean it." Ron misunderstood Harry's shook his head, thinking he was answering Own problem. He shook his fingers: "Although we have duel classes, self-study groups and magic clubs, but..."

He said with some frustration: "Unless Professor Haip teaches us a powerful ancient magic in private. , Otherwise I still can’t compete with those six Seventh Year students. I can’t expect to blind the opponent’s eyes with lighting."

In this discussion about the competition, Ron had the most talk, but he It was more similar to the emotional catharsis of asking but not wanting. I knew in my heart that the probability of being selected was not great, but his words silenced Harry and Hermione on the side.

Harry thought of the scene of Professor Haip performing continuous Disapparation in front of him twice, once in the Forbidden Forest of Second Year. They suspected that the new Professor Haip was related to Chamber of Secrets, so they followed and found the professor. Practice magic scenes. Although it was shocking at the time, Harry almost forgot so long in the past; the other time was in the Quiddich World Cup, just recently, and it was a real battle. Professor Haip played hundreds of troublesome wizards with continuous Disapparation, and their eyes couldn't keep up with his movements!

'What if I can do the same thing? I was not bad at first. In terms of Disarming Charm alone, no one in the school can surpass me, plus the continuous Disapparation... "Harry's heart became hot.

And Hermione thought of the ancient magic that the professor taught her during the summer vacation. The golden flames jumped at her fingertips, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a fire sea...Of course, that was the professor showed her. The effect, she hasn't learned it herself.

Hermione patted her head, what she was thinking, she wouldn't try to break the age limit.

On the other side, in the auditorium, the professors stayed.

Dumbledore and Moody were talking, and Moody replied gruffly, in a loud voice: "Yes, Arthur, they came in time, got up early, and scared away the sneak attack guys! "

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise: "You were attacked this morning?" She suddenly thought that Moody has been in trouble since retiring, and she often suspected that a dark wizard had murdered him. Even if someone followed him for a section of the road, he would suddenly pull out the wand and push it against him, asking loudly why he was following him.

This kind of thing happened not one or two times. For this reason, Moody had to live in a remote place, like a muggle community.

Now McGonagall wonders if he is too sensitive.

"How could there be fakes!" Moody loudly roared, "a group of despicable people, want to sneak attacks while I am sleeping soundly, but who am I? I've been on guard, but the scum is really not weak. , They blocked me at home, and as a last resort, I blew up two trash cans to attract attention."

He said with a rough voice, his fake eyes rolled around in the eye sockets, making his teeth sore. , Few professors are looking at him.

"Do you see who it is, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"No, I'm old, Albus." Moody patted his prosthetic leg, and said unwillingly, "If it's a few years in the morning..."

He finally closed his eyes, looked at Felix, and calmed down: "I can only make suggestions and decorate the facade with my past experience."

Felix looked back calmly, while calming some Annoying sniffing. He saw Moody for the first time today. He had only heard the name of this famous, like thunder piercing the ear before.

It can be said that Alastor · Moody fulfilled more than half of Stinchcombe · Crouch's reputation. He was once Crouch's sharpest sword and the best expert in the history of Ministry of Magic who specializes in capturing dark wizards. Half of Azkaban's cell was filled by him.

Just like the psychological shadow he left on many dark wizards, he also left a strong personal mark in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic.

It’s just that after experiencing a lot of danger, he began to be a little bit paranoid, even excessively delusional, but this still does not prevent him from becoming the idol of the entire Ministry of Magic Auror in mind-if analogy, his The status is equivalent to Dorothea Boham, the former head of St. Mungo's.

Of course, his rude and irritable character who doesn’t know how to turn has really offended many people, making it difficult for him to stay in Ministry of Magic and take up a management position.

Strong, brave, and time-tested, now becoming sensitive, paranoid, and somewhat neurotic...

This is the "mad-eye" felt by Felix after a brief contact. "Han" Moody's image, it is said that he still has a catch phrase-"Always be vigilant!" Moody suddenly roared loudly, which frightened others. He himself walked around in the auditorium like an okay person.

Felix looked towards Dumbledore: "headmaster, did you just say you prepared some communication activities?"

"Ah, yes." Dumbledore has been listening quietly, c seems to have finally come back to his senses, his happily gaze swept over the crowd: "This is also the reason why I left you."

He was slightly nodded, thinking about it, and said: "Ivamoni and Vajdadu This is the first time to participate in the competition, which makes...they are more passionate like youngsters. They are not satisfied with the competition for nearly a year, the headmaster of Ifamoni hopes, Let students from non-student schools have closer contact."

"Exchange students?"

"It's very close, Felix." Dumbledore nodded, "But this time it is One-sidedly, they want to be able to listen to Hogwarts' courses, apart from this—" He smiled and said, "I think they still have plans to compete with Hogwarts students."

Professors looked at each other in blank dismay, which means that their classrooms should be open to students from other schools?

As the Deputy Headmistress Professor McGonagall thought of more, she pursed her lips, frowned her eyebrows tightly, and said seriously: "Dumbledore, what you said is a contest, it won’t be-- This is a provocation!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and his silver white beard trembled. "There are many places to compare, not just martial power, that is the worst option." He smiled and said: " I still welcome this, and let the students look at the world outside and increase their knowledge."

"I remember, seven or eight years ago, we had a relationship with the Castro Buscher Magic School. After getting in touch, many students from both sides have established a deep friendship. Felix, should you be a little impressed?" He asked with a smile.

Felix twitched his lips, "I don’t have a Brazilian pen pal."

……

After the professors dispersed, Felix and Snape walked out of the auditorium. Snape's face was gloomy gloomy. "You have to be careful of that guy. Don't be caught by him."

"You mean Professor Moody?" Felix asked curiously, "He looks pretty decent. ——"

"That's a madman. He can curse you at any time for unreasonable suspicion." Snape said coldly. "He never came out! He still has I’ve been here every day as a war!"

"I don’t understand why Dumbledore found him. Even if another Lockhart comes, he’s better than him."

Snape waved his sleeves, big Step left.

Felix stared at Snape's back, and further away, Moody was limping forward. Snape was faster, but they did not meet. In the hall, Snape turned underground, and Moody hobbled upstairs.

When he raised his arm, in addition to the hipflask around his waist, Felix also keenly noticed that half of his wand was exposed in his sleeve, which was tied to his arm.

"Stay vigilant at all times? It's really a practice."

……

The next day.

The storm finally subsided, and the rain was clear. Hogwarts ushered in a new school year.