Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"Okay, students, please exit in an orderly manner—"

Professor McGonagall got up to maintain order. After a crackle commotion, the young wizards filed out of the auditorium , Arguing with each other endlessly.

On the professor's seat, Felix opened the chair for Madam Maxime, "Oh, thank you." She stood up gracefully and said softly, "Don't forget that you are the director of Beauxbatons... Welcome to the carriage anytime. Be a guest."

"As you wish, ma'am." Felix said with a smile.

He watched Madam Maxime take the students away, and the crowd voluntarily gave way to a road. At this time, Hagrid leaned in.

"Can you take me with you?"

"What?"

"When you are a guest, can you... Bring it?" Hagrid asked uneasily. He watched the tall silhouette disappear at the entrance of the auditorium, with an expression as if drunk and stupefied: "I mean, yes, those silver-mane horses are in some condition. I need to ask."

Felix looked at him weirdly.

Hagrid stroked his hair and collar immediately, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"No," Felix said softly, "I'm worried about those horses. "Who knows if Hagrid will really let them show some'condition' to make his crappy excuses more real."

At this time, an angry voice came from the door——

"Yes, that's Harry Potter. Have you seen enough?"

Felix looked for his reputation and saw the confrontation between Moody and Durmstrang headmaster. Moody's fake eye seemed too horrible, making Karkaroff and the faces of several students next to him deadly white.

But Karkaroff's reaction was clearly beyond normal limits—mixed with anger and unforgettable fear. Felix is ​​no stranger to this expression. Many people have looked at himself with the same eyes, so Karkaroff will next--

"Retreat?" Felix said playfully.

Sure enough, Karkaroff didn't do much entanglement, as if hiding from the plague god, waved his hand and led his students away.

The students blocked behind scrambled to tiptoe and looked over the shoulders of others at the back of the Durmstrang delegation leaving.

"This night will not be calm anymore," Felix said.

"Yes, I guess some students will choose to sign up at night..." Hagrid echoed like sleepwalking, "By the way, do you have any good perfume recommendations?"

... …

"Do you think Karkaroff and Professor Moody know each other?" Harry asked, following the crowd up the spiral staircase.

"Yes," Ron said affirmatively, "Look at their expressions, how obvious they are, I guess the two of them probably have old enemies."

They went back to the bedroom. , Dean was guarding the door, seeming to be holding back a smile, "Harry, I think you need to come over, there is a guest waiting for you..."

Harry walked over curiously and sniffed Warren sitting On his bedside table, in front of him were a bunch of refined small things-Galleon, gold necklace, thermostatic locket, gray hourglass...

Ron looked at the piled golden-bright and dazzling Galleon, I can't move my eyes.

"Merlin's beard..."

Harry seemed to have thought of something. He squatted in front of Sniffing Warren and asked tentatively: "You want to exchange with me, yes That muggle coin?"

The sniff is nodded.

Ron shivered with a smile, "Oh!" He held onto Neville's four-poster bed and almost pulled the curtain off: "It, it has a good memory, from the day of school to the present. Two months, I haven’t given up my heart..."

Harry hesitated for a moment. The muggle coin was a testimony to his thousands of Disapparation. He left it as a memorial, but now that he has learned magic, he It's not too important, not to mention that Uncle Fernon gave him this stuff.

He digs out the coin from the box and hands it to Warren, "It's for you."

Sniff immediately took the coin, two small black eyes Shining, the little hand kept rubbing the angular coin. For a while, it seemed to have made a lot of determination. It looked away, pointed to the bauble in front of Harry, and motioned him to pick one.

"No need." Harry refused.

But Sniffer insisted on letting him pick one thing, otherwise the Great Demon King would know about it, so he couldn't talk about it.

"Haw!"

It patted its chest to indicate that it was here to make a deal.

Harry pondered for a long time, his fingers kept moving and he couldn't make up his mind. Sniffing nervously, staring at his hand intently, finally that hand picked up the unremarkable hourglass, "hu~" Sniffing was obviously sighed in relief, and relaxed.

& George said that the small box can keep the temperature in the most suitable range so that you don't have to wear cloak in winter."

Harry shook his head, "this is also good." He fiddled with that a few times The grey hourglass was placed on the cabinet casually.

"Well," Ron whispered, "I doubt it's worth two Sikors, unless it's an antique..."

The next morning.

The students gathered together in a mess. At this time, there was an extra circle of thin gold thread on the floor in the center of the hall. Goblet of Fire was placed on the separate house stool and stood in the middle of the gold thread.

"They are too blatant." Hermione said in shock. In front of her, Weasley twin and Lee Jordan be eager to have a try, each holding a small bottle with a shallow one in the bottle. Layer of transparent liquid.

She looked towards outside the crowd—Professor Haip was standing not far away, leaning against the wall, looking at them with a faint smile on her chest.

"Only one drop is needed," Fred drank excitedly, "We are only a few months away."

"Yes, let us make one for you Role model." George drank the potion next, and said to Harry and Ron.

Hermione glared at Harry and Ron immediately.

The two turned their heads in guilty conscience, each hiding a small bottle of ageing agent in their pockets. Ron said, "We have prepared your share, Hermione, do you need it..."

Hermione was so angry that she turned her head away from them.

Harry didn't speak, but he hesitated when things came to an end. He couldn't help asking himself: If Fred and George were really successful, would he want to put his name in?

Twin stepped into the age limit and waved to Felix who was smiling.

"We love you so much, Professor." Fred De said.

For a moment, Hermione thought they had succeeded, but then she heard a sizzling sound. The twins were thrown outside the golden circle. Lee Jordan twitched his legs in horror. return.

The twin got up from the ground in an "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhāhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the twins have a big laughter-their chins have grown long white beards. Even twin himself couldn't help but laugh.

Felix walked over from the wall, looked at them carefully, and said teasingly: "I heard that Miss Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers from Hufflepuff were taken to the school hospital in the morning. There is also a young wizard who does not believe in evil. So I deliberately stayed here to take a look..."

Fred and George looked at him sadly, the beard on his chin drifting, not to mention too funny.

"I reminded you." Dumbledore appeared in the hall and said in a low, amused tone. He came to the front and looked at the twin’s shiny white beard, and said, "Is there anything to discover, Felix?"

"No one succeeded. A young wizard from the Second Year threw a paper ball in it. I was spit out by Goblet of Fire..."

Maybe the demonstration effect of the Weasley twin was too obvious. After the morning episode, there was no young wizard who tried to cross the age limit and was not young enough.

The students of Hogwarts watched eagerly as the preparatory champions of the other four schools lined up to put their names into Goblet of Fire. The blue and white flames on the cup licked their fingers, burning violently. It becomes red, and the starting point of the splash is fire star.

"Where are our people?" a young wizard asked eagerly.

"Come!"

Another young wizard said excitedly, Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Foley, Angelina came over together, and followed those who were Selected students.

One by one, they dropped the notes into the Goblet of Fire, with expressions on their faces full of expectation.