Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

A little bit of time passed, and Ernie Macmillan and Justin came back together, and they undoubtedly failed.

The two were silent for a while, and Ernie asked him, "Do you want to try again?" Justin shook the head. He randomly found an open space and sat down: "Let me take a moment." He said in a weird way: "How did Potter do it?"

The two turned their heads and saw Harry's back disappearing again, and an emotion of admiration rose in his heart. When he failed twice or three times, Slytherin's people booed. Even Gryffindor's own students felt a little embarrassed, but when he failed the ninth and tenth times, no one laughed at him. NS.

Harry's two friends, Hermione and Ron, also tried it once, sitting sideways crookedly.

Justin hesitated and said: "Ernie, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Ernie said without thinking.

"It has nothing to do with the selection, it is my house... During the summer vacation, someone gave my parents an antique vase. I always feel a little weird..."

Ernie whispered:" Isn't it magic?"

"Is it possible?" Justin asked nervously.

"How do I know, I haven't even seen it." Ernie rolled his eyes. "But I know who I can ask for help."

"Who?"

"Professor Haip, of course, he is the best at studying these magic items."

"Yes," Justin immediately agreed, "Ernie, you are right. Yes, then I will let my parents send things over—"

"Is that stuff in your house?" Ernie's eyes widened, which made him look like a bull .

"Uh, that's right." Justin sorry said. Seeing Ernie's eyes widened again, he quickly added, "But that antique is in the cabinet, and no one will usually touch it. "

Ernie thought for a while, "In this case, I suggest you stop sending letters to your home. Let's go, let's go to Professor Haip."

"Now?" Justin asked in surprise.

"Of course! What are you thinking, what if there is a curse on it?" Ernie couldn't help but yelled at him, his face turned red with excitement.

Justin can't sit still anymore, "Let’s find Professor Haip!"

When Justin and Ernie Macmillan hurriedly separated the crowd, after a small group of Slytherin When she was a student, she accidentally stepped on Pansy Parkinson's foot, and she was talking to the glum Draco Malfoy.

"Ouch!" Pansy painful screams.

"Ah! I'm sorry—" Justin said apologetically, Pansy glared at him, and just wanted to make a sarcasm, but Ernila left Justin, "Hurry up, the professors have been away for a while. "

Pansy raised his arms and screamed: "Draco, look at them-the Macmillan family has fallen, and they are as uneducated as those muggles. I should persuade my dad to write to his family. , Keep him away from those smelly..."

"Elder sister, do you think she looks like a manic fox?" a little girl with refined facial features asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, Astoria." Daphne took her younger sister and squeezed her hand vigorously, but her eyes were filled with a smile. She snarled at Pansy, motioning not to be heard by her.

Pansy did not hear. She was repeating what her grandfather said, "Hufflepuff's students are a bunch of dumb geese, stupid, so most of them are unhappy." Draco listened impatiently. He turned his head and looked towards Astoria's direction.

Astoria was taken aback, and somewhat guilty approached Daphne's ear and whispered, "He—maybe—heard—." She stared at Draco nervously. Malfoy watched for a long time and found that he didn't seem to tell the fox face, and he finally sighed in relief.

It didn’t take long before she became restless again--

"Can I release Little Snake?"

"Oh, no" her elder sister Say. The result provokes a roll of eyes.

Room 7 outside classroom.

Several professors gathered in the faculty common room, Felix took out tea, Flitwick pulled out some tea cups from the old cabinet, Professor Sprout took out some black petals and added them to the tea. Have tea and chat.

But Snape left early, pretending that another batch of potions needed to be processed. Although Moody stayed, she declined the act of drinking tea together.

"Felix, what did you plan to do?" Flitwick asked.

"I currently have the memory of several professors, which can be used to design some dangerous scenes, so that they can exercise their reaction ability, the ability to face crises, and how to fight, etc... according to They will give pointers on their own characteristics. Now I think of these."

"You can only do this," Flitwick nodded said. "No one knows what the competition is and the specific rules. What is it."

Felix slightly nodded, agreeing with him. He knows that the first task is most likely to be Dragon, but he doesn't know what the specific rules are. It may be persisting under Dragon's attack for a period of time, or it may be taking something from Dragon. From Charlie's previous statement, Ministry of Magic selects female dragons that hatch eggs, this may be the biggest.

Moody said gruffly: "I'm not good at memory and the like, but if you want me to say, true ability can only be honed in the real environment, and the fake is the fake. It’s better to take these students to a really dangerous place!"

Flitwick said anxiously: "This is not appropriate, Alastor. We can't take the students out of the school..."

"What's wrong! People of this generation have never experienced wars and are spoiled, so they can expect them to calmly deal with the events of the competition?" Moody snorted disdainfully, "If it's the Auror in my hand, I must train fiercely, and take them to catch the dark wizard a few times. It doesn’t take much, three or five times, they can shedding body, exchanging bones."

Flitwick screamed: "They are just students! It's not Auror under your hand."

"But the competition they face is even more dangerous than the situation of Auror in general!" Moody roared.

"No, absolutely not...Minerva won't agree, and Dumbledore won't agree..." Flitwick mumbled said.

Felix poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back on the back of his chair, stared at the amber tea in the cup, and said slowly: "It might be impossible to take the students out of school, let alone deliberately Drill into dangerous places. Professor Moody, your previous teaching method is very controversial..."

"Unforgivable Curse?" Moody grinned and said with a sneer. The magic eye kept turning: "They should be fortunate that the first time they saw this incantion, it was in my class."

Not on the battlefield...

This is what he said. Meaning, the other three professors in the room understood it.

Moody is a thorough iron-blood school and advocates barbaric teaching. In his plan, he also prepares to recite incantion to students so that they can experience the effects of every evil curse firsthand. Among them, naturally also includes three Great Unforgivable Curse.

Of course, he picked Imperius Curse. The other two are too dangerous for even Moody to use on students.

Such an outrageous teaching plan drew unanimous opposition from Flitwick and Sprout. The tea party was also unhappy, and Flitwick tiptoed towards the headmaster room, apparently asking Dumbledore to persuade him. Advise your friends.

When only Felix and Moody were left, Felix checked the time, and then asked him: "Should I go and check it? I guess a few students should get the invitation card, provided that They find that they can try multiple times."

Moody thought for a while, "Forget it! I won’t join in the fun. Didn’t you say at the meeting that the selection will last the whole weekend? Wait until Monday. I just need to make a list, let me know who is participating in the training!"

He put the cloak to one side with some effort to make room for the wooden legs to stand on, and then one is full of Grasping the crutches with bruised, rough hands, he squeezed hard to support himself.

"Albus said you were very courageous. I thought you would understand what I did." Moody said softly.

He limped away.

Felix sits alone in the staff common room, thinking quietly. After some time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded and the tall silhouette of Ernie Macmillan broke in.

"Mr. Macmillan, what's the matter with you?" Felix asked calmly.

"Professor Moody tells me you are here. Oh, uh..." Ernie’s imposing manner wilted, and he fished Justin out from behind, "Professor Moody, it’s Justin, he has something important I’ll tell you something..."

A few minutes later, Felix understood. "So-there is an antique in your home. You suspect that magic has been applied, especially, there may A curse?"

"Yes, Professor." Justin quickly nodded.

"Is this..." Felix was lost in thought, and he asked, "Mr. Finch-Fletchley, please pass me a hand."

"What? Oh—" Justin watched the professor extend the hand. Although he couldn't figure it out, he still did.

The hands of the two are held together.

"Imagine what that thing looks like." Felix said.

Justin began to recall that he was very impressed with this antique, and he played with it for a long time because of suspicion. At this moment, it is very easy to think about it.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, a blue vase is outlined in the air. It is like a combination of a goblet and a narrow mouth bottle, with a layer of blue enamel applied to the bottle. . Lapis Lazuli is dotted on the top of the vase. There are two harp-shaped arched handles on the top of the vase. A silver chain strap leads out from the handle and hangs near the smooth, clean silver base.

"A silver handicraft. In other words, is it silverware?" Felix chuckled, "Is it not easy to fall ashes?"

Justin eyes shined, "gift That’s how the people from telling my dad, I heard that it used some kind of ancient and special craft, which is very rare..."

Ernie Macmillan couldn’t help but yelled, "It’s clearly The characteristics of Goblin products! You didn't tell me just now, otherwise I would have discovered it!"

"But I don't know much about it either." Justin argued.

"Justin," Felix interrupted their conversation, "Is anyone in your house now?"

"They are usually very busy, and they won’t be able to come back very late." Justin added "It’s the same on weekends."

"Well, I’ll be with you to visit your parents at night." Felix said, he stood up, shook the wand, let the tea disappear, cup Scourgify, Flew back to the cabinet.

"Let’s go back and take a look. I don’t know how many people got the invitation card?"

Justin quickly said, "There were three people before I came out, one is Cedric · Diggory from Hufflepuff. , One is Roger Davis from Ravenclaw, and the other is Collins Foley from Slytherin."

……

"I won't go to kill me," Ron face deathly pale, like a serious illness, "You can't imagine what it feels like to be submerged by those fingernail-sized spiders, countless legs squirming on your body, drilling into your mouth, ears, nose... …Damn it, I now think that the Aragog that Hagrid keeps in the cage is much pleasing to the eye."

Hermione sat with her knees on her knees and did not speak. She gradually regained her senses, and after hesitating for a long time, she whispered "I found a shortcut, maybe I can get the invitation card, but I don't know if it counts as cheating..."

"What did you say?" Ron stared at her.

The black hanging door slowly opened, and Harry walked out of it, holding a golden card in his hand.