Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape, and Moody stood together, Moody leaned on a long cane and spoke loudly to Flitwick.

"It's a pity that Professor McGonagall didn't come. She is one of the four heads," Flitwick said.

"It is not necessary, Professor Flitwick." Moody said in a low voice, "We have discussed in advance, and come over today to join in the fun. I also want to see the performance of these students..."

"Minerva is going to preside over the meeting, Lupin is here, and representatives of the school board must have important people present." Felix understood the reason and replied succinctly.

"Is it a magic light?" Moody said, and the magic eye turned to Felix. "I've heard of the name of the world company in the future. "Daily Prophet" almost interviewed Diagon Alley. One person, ask them what they think of this building that suddenly appeared."

Sprout said: "There is also the light show on the Quiddich World Cup, but it seems to be taken away by the accidental parade. I’m paying attention, I don’t know if it’s affected?"

"In fact, the impact is not big. Remus also complained to me that there were too many orders. I couldn’t do it, so I had to hire more people urgently." Felix smiled and said , He is still very satisfied with the development of the world company in the future.

Several professors were talking to each other, and Snape was silent, looking far more silent than usual. He wore a black robe and put his arms in front of him.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was overwhelmed with darkness, some of them were sitting far away on the slope, spreading out a blanket, and taking out all kinds of food, just like coming over for a picnic, looking leisurely all around.

Felix looked at the professors, "It's almost time to start? How about—"

"We are watching the excitement," Flitwick said sharply, "Dumbledore You are assigned to be responsible for the training of the champion. Your thinking stone basin is the most suitable tool. I can’t wait to leave my memory, but I can’t compare to Dumbledore. I’m going to stay where I won the duel championship. Years of memory..."

In the faculty common room, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of champion candidates. In order to make Dumbledore’s assignment of Felix justifiable, McGonagall took out She persuaded the professors with the memory stone basin, but she still remembered the headmaster’s admonition, but simply explained its usefulness. Later, Flitwick took the initiative to find Felix, asked for the details, and graciously agreed to provide a memory.

Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Felix himself, none of the other professors did this. This actually shows that everyone values ​​their memories very seriously, and Dumbledore's previous concerns are justified.

Felix leaned slightly, walked to the front, pointed at himself with wand, his voice spread far away, as if speaking into a student's ear.

"You should see the content on the bulletin board. Today, we are not selecting champions. That is the mission of Goblet of Fire. What we have to do is to select a group of potential people for special training. It is very likely that the final champion emerged from these people. Even if they are not, they will serve as student representatives, receiving teachers and students from the four participating schools, and attending exchange activities."

Felix casually turns wand, "What is a champion?"

"Sorting Hat can divide students into four houses based on a person’s most outstanding characteristics. You might think that if you have a'champion hat', Alright..."

The student underneath laughed lowly.

"...you may also think that I will pick the most powerful student. This must allow you to fight in a mess, at least, let you show the magic that you are good at. But I I must remind you that the duration of the competition is extremely long, which means that latecomers can catch up and the first movers may fall behind at any time.

Strength is not the only criterion to measure, otherwise there will be nothing to do today. It makes sense."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other. When they came, they wondered if they were stronger than their incantion, but there was actually no uniform standard. Harry is best at Disarming Charm, but even he knows that professors will not only consider this incantion.

But the professor's words were very different from what they thought. It seemed that they didn't care what they were capable of, which made Harry a little disappointed.

"Several of our professors looked through a lot of information, analyzed past events, and reached some conclusions. One of them can be shared with you, that is, champions often have to face the most difficult Difficulties, even tests far beyond their own capabilities. In that case, a little difference in strength is not that important."

"The champion is not always the strongest. You will I found that there are more invisible obstacles hindering your path to victory...So, I made a small suggestion, starting from the definition of champion itself." Felix stopped his hand and his eyes flickered sharply. "We are back to the question of at first, what is a champion?"

He stood up and looked at the crowd with a sense of oppression. When Felix asked this question again, the student They feel heavy in their hearts.

"The champions do not represent individuals, not a certain house, but a uniform name given by outsiders-Hogwarts students. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch , I won’t ask which house she comes from, because in my eyes, she is Vagado’s witch."

The young wizards' expression became involuntarily serious, straightened their chest, and a new student handed it to his mouth. The candy on the side was hanging in the air, and when I looked around, I still put it down. Luna slapped her hands and shook her hat vigorously.

"Since champion is on behalf of Hogwarts to fight for honor, I think they should have some unified characteristics—"

"Brave and fearless, bold and bold;"

"Knowledgeable, smart and wise;"

"Honest and loyal, firm and upright;"

"Goal is firm, calm and self-sufficient."

Felix light He chuckled lightly, "Of course, the above are just good wishes. We are lucky enough to be smeared with a word or two." Unconsciously, there was a suspicious black mist in his hand.

He pointed at the black mist with wand, and let it rise quickly. When it flew to a high altitude close to the ceiling, the black mist fell like a cannonball, dragging a long black The smoke hit the ground and spread. The young wizards hurriedly avoided, but found that the black mist did not extend unlimitedly. When it expanded to more than ten feet, it stopped its expansion, but twisted and turned into a faintly discernible gate, hanging in the air and off the ground. Six or seven feet, shrouded in black mist.

Under the black gate, seven steps extend out. The surface of the steps is as smooth as a dark mirror. Level 1 is connected to the ground.

"Go in, come out again, and get the invitation Card, you are selected." Felix said calmly, he looked towards Moody on crutches, and the professors next to him, smiling and saying: "Let’s leave this to the students, have a cup of tea together, and discuss by the way. Next training."

They don’t have any comments. They came together today to express the importance of the school. The selection criteria have been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall was relieved that he did not appear and dealt with more important things.

They took a few steps, "Yes," Felix stopped, looked thoughtful and said: "I seem to forget to add an age limit, students in other grades are actually unnecessary..."

"Don't bother! Professor Haip," Moody said with a dumb voice, and clenched the crutches in his hand: "The more forbidden, the more people try. This is my experience this week!"

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His fake eye turned, retracted, and pointed back with his thumb up. The Weasley twin was sticking one's head around to look for and looking at the black gate, only a few steps away. One of them seemed to want to feel the steps above.

The other Weasley noticed that the professors turned their heads and hurriedly pulled him, and the two of them showed identical smiles.

"You want to test the students' temperament. This is a good move. But instead of restricting them to make them unconvinced, it is better to try them one by one, and you can recognize how much you have."

He knocked wand hard, and said in a strong tone: "Not who can become champion."

Felix looked at Moody, paused his eyes on him, and said kindly : "You are right, Professor Moody."

They left together, and the students on the scene looked at them and watched them open the door of No.7 classroom and walk out one by one, "peng" With a sound, the door closed.

After a few seconds of silence, the students exploded the pot and stared scorchingly at the black gate that was hung in the air and shrouded in black mist. The seven smoothly extending steps seemed to have a strange charm. Attract their full attention.

"Gudong!"

Harry swallowed a mouthful of saliva.