Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"According to the mean?" Bagman asked uneasily.

"Yes, the mean. Hogwarts has two sets of champions. The first group champions are from three different houses, and the second group champions are all from Gryffindor. Obviously, this is not conducive to the four house students. Relationship. So, just tie them together..."

"For example, five schools, plus two judges, will be calculated based on the full score of a single project for the time being. If Hogwarts has a group of seven Ten, a group of 0 points, the last two groups score is thirty 5 points."

"However, when it comes to the order of the items, it’s better to calculate them separately." He added another sentence. .

Everyone’s eyes shined, involuntarily nodded.

Madam Maxime frowned. "If I understand correctly, if Hogwarts wants to win the game, he must occupy the first and second places, so the disadvantage is too great..."

Bagman wiped his round face with a handkerchief and looked very anxious. "Finally, someone can be fair. I think so too. In case one group performs too badly, it is not a drag on the other group that has hoped to win the championship. "

Karkaroff laughed, "I think this method is fair."

Bagman said angrily: "In case there is a group of dead people! Uh, sorry, I It means... if a group of champions loses the ability to compete, such as suffering an incurable injury, their scores must be very low!"

"This is a punishment for Hogwarts cheating, isn't it? "Karkaroff said smoothly.

"As long as anyone with a bit of a brain will not think that Hogwarts did it, I think we should check everyone present. Besides," Moody said impatiently, "You haven't cleaned it yet. Suspect, Karkaroff!"

Moody's magic eye turned steadily, looking at Karkaroff contemptuously.

Dumbledore spoke, and he said with a calm tone: "If everyone has no objections, just follow this way. The students of Hogwarts four houses are originally one, compared with the honor of the competition, I value their gains in this game even more."

Harry felt guilty to the extreme. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Hermione held him from the side and shook his head resolutely.

After the long silence, no one raised different opinions. Everyone acquiesced that Hogwarts would have two sets of champions, and also acquiesced to their unique scoring method. Frankly speaking, this exceeded their initial expectations.

At this time, most people actually believed that the anomaly of Goblet of Fire was not the manipulation of Hogwarts, but this kind of speculation inevitably casts a shadow on their hearts.

Everyone is thinking about it.

"Okay," Dumbledore looked at the others with a smile—Harry couldn't believe how he could laugh—"Next, ask Mr. Crouch to guide the champion. Stinchcombe?"

Mr. Crouch suddenly seemed to wake up from deep thought.

"Okay," he said, "Guide, yes...first task..." In the bright light, he looked particularly haggard, with two thick eye bags hanging under his eyes. Deep wrinkles seem to be drawn with a knife.

"This competition is different from the past, completely different... Except for the unprecedented six teams from five schools, and the competition is conducted in groups, we have to increase the difficulty at the same time, Make sure that the champions are safe enough. Don’t worry, Ministry of Magic has arranged professional staff to protect everyone. In addition, Dumbledore also promised that he will choose a magical wizard to take the lead... Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore nodded, happily said: "I already have a suitable candidate."

"Very well, let's get back to the topic." Mr. Crouch said: "The first task is very difficult, and the time is very short. On the 24th of this month...So we have prepared three keywords to provide the champions with a direction for preparation, but will not tell you clearly what to face...how much you need to use your brain..."

"The first keyword, courage, consider your courage and whether you dare to face the unknown-if you are too stupid to guess it. However, the Ministry believes that after knowing what you are going to face, you still choose to be brave Faced with, this kind of quality is even more commendable;"

"The second key word, cooperation, does not need me to say anything. Every team-three people must unite, one person is It’s absolutely impossible to complete the project;"

"The third key word, flames," When Crouch said the word, Graves of Ivamoni gave Hermione a quick glance, with a slight expression on his face. Pale, but no one noticed, Crouch went on to say: "This will not be unfolded. It is regarded as a secret and a test of your wisdom..."

He stopped and left the house. The people here are chewing on these three words, courage, cooperation, and flame. Only the third word is the most important. Many people are aware that champions may face dangerous magic flames, which may be environments, traps, or some kind of magical creature that manipulates flames.

Stinchcombe · Crouch retracted himself into the shadows, Ludo · Bagman said happily: "Stinchcombe has given you tips, as long as you prepare carefully, I believe you can deal with those--"

"Dragon!" A voice said suddenly.

"Wh, what?" Bagman almost bit his tongue. He turned his head abruptly and stared at the unremarkable student who made the noise.

Ron shivered and said, "I guess it will breathe fire. All I can think of is Dragon. When I was First Year—"

Harry stepped on him He kicked, "Uh, I mean," Ron tried his best not to expose Hagrid. "There is someone in my family who works in a dragon farm. I went to see it in my First Year and I was very impressed..."

Bagman's tense face relaxes, "Is it, ah, so it's like this... But you got it wrong, Stinchcombe said flame, not fire..." He repeated nervously. "It's not fire breathing." His body swayed uncomfortably, and all his movements were seen in the eyes of interested people.

Felix turned his head away, quite speechless, would you dare to suggest it more obvious?

"So it's not Dragon anymore?" a champion from Vagado asked.

Everyone stared at him, as if they were looking at a Troll, or something like that. Bagman pretended not to hear him, and turned his head and looked towards Dumbledore, "Our mission is almost complete. I want to stay in Hogwarts tonight, okay?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said, " Stinchcombe, it’s better for you to stay, you look too tired."

"No, I have to go back to the ministry. It’s a very busy and very difficult time...I let the young Weatherby Temporarily responsible..." he babbled, the first one to leave.

After that, people left one after another, until the others in the house dispersed—"Alastor." Dumbledore left Moody behind.

The door slammed shut behind them.

Felix stood not far away, waiting quietly, like a motionless statue.

I don't know how long it took, the door opened again, and Moody walked out, limping away on crutches.

After a while, Dumbledore came out, looked at Felix in the corner, and shook his head slightly.

Moody turned out to be real? Judging from the information currently available, he is the most suspicious. If it weren't for him, who would it be?

Felix's heart sank and Dumbledore left, leaving him thinking quietly. In the thinking room, silhouettes appeared one after another, some clear and a little fuzzy.

Even Karkaroff's goatee keeps dangling in his mind.

"Oh, it's getting more and more interesting," Felix muttered to himself, "Maybe we should take out Marauder's Map..."

On the way back to the office, he turned a corner. A group of people shuaa~ rushed out.

"Professor, we are willing to give up the game..."

"Yes, Professor Haip."

"Can you talk to Headmaster Dumbledore again-- "

Felix raised his hand and stopped Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were everyone talking at once, and separated a few steps behind them, standing another set of champions.

"Do you want to be squib?"

"What?" Harry asked in amazement. He didn't know how to get to this topic. Of course he knew Squib. Filch is Squib. He I knew it in Second Year.

Hermione stared wide-eyed, and her eyes were full of fear. Harry looked at her face blankly, a look he had never seen before.

"This is the price of abandoning the game, so I asked you, do you want to be squib?"

"What a joke!" Harry yelled, his body screaming. Trembling, can't tell if it's fear or anger. He didn't dare to imagine the consequences of becoming Squib. Hogwarts was the first place in his heart, the first home...How could he allow himself to leave?

Even Cedric was stunned. Although Headmaster Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized that the contract should not be violated, they didn't expect that abandoning the game would be this kind of punishment.

Squib, lose magic power... In fact, there is a thin magic power in squib, which allows them to see things that ordinary persons can’t see, use potion, and enjoy some of the convenience of magic, but they Most of them can't fully display a magic in their entire life.

"Then there is no need to say such things."

Felix quickly said: "Next is the second topic, why tie the two sets of champions of Hogwarts to Together, this is what you care about?"

Six people-Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Flitsch, nodded.

Felix explained: "On the one hand, this is a necessary compromise. You don't want the four world-renowned magic schools to be hostile to Hogwarts for several decades, right?"

Shake your head swiftly.

"On the other hand, this is also my own hope." Felix looked at the six faces that were stunned, and finally smiled, "Yes, the situation in front of me is exactly what I want to achieve. ."

"Why, why?" Harry stammered.

"When Hogwarts showed up as a second group champion, I immediately realized the danger-no, it was not that someone tampered with the rules of Goblet of Fire, that was afterwards," Felix saw Harry want to interject. He added a sentence.

"Hogwarts has two champions, which is not only an honor, but also a sign of the split of the four houses. Although my attempt at the Mowen Club slightly broke the strong barrier between the four houses, I suddenly I realized that if I didn’t do something, this competition might ruin all my previous efforts."

"Of course I would not allow this to happen." Felix said, "So After consulting Dumbledore, I proposed a new scoring rule."

Harry They stared at him blankly.

"But, Professor Haip," Ron said suddenly, "this will only make the school lose the trophy for the championship. If Hogwarts loses, it will also bring a huge disaster."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked politely.

"Because, because..." Ron raised one of his hands, which trembled uncontrollably, "Because I... When I knew that the first task was Dragon, it just It’s been like this all the time. I’m not a champion at all. If I participate, not only will it not help, but it will be a hindrance."

"I’m scared just to hear the name, if it’s true In the face of a Dragon, I decided to die absolutely, and it would hurt Harry and Hermione. When I think of this kind of scene, I think," he looked pale and said grimly, "It's better to kick me out and choose another one, squib. , Actually..."

"Ron..." Hermione said sadly.

"I know I can't compare to you all person, and even among the selected students, it is the bottom batch—"

"Not a batch." Felix interjected road.

"What?" Ron looked at him in amazement.

"Not a batch, I mean, you are the worst one." Felix said. "Of the selected students, not Miss Greengrass, you are the worst one."

"But Neville..." Ron glared at him, indignantly said.

"Neville's incumbent is not as good as yours, but he far surpasses you in Shield Charm and Stunning Spell. The most important thing is that he has initially formed a duel system that suits him. As time goes by, the gap between you will become more and more obvious."

Ron froze there, his brain was blank, and the whole person seemed stupid.

"Professor Haip—" Harry looked at Ron eagerly, then at Felix, not understanding why he said that.

"...However, I am very optimistic about your potential."

Ron's eyes rolled, a little more angry on deathly white's face, he repeated blankly: "Potential?"

"Yes, potential. In fact, your innate talent is not bad. Even if you play, you can rank in the middle level. If you talk about practical ability alone, you can rank in the old age. In front of..."

Ron looked at him, "But I can't compare to—"

"You lack enough motivation." Felix scratched his head, "An interesting phenomenon Yes, no matter in the duel class, or in the Study of Ancient Runes, or in the Mowen club, your performance is mediocre, that is the kind of middle-to-lower type, you will never find you at first sight."

Ron's face wrinkled.

"But there are actually three different levels of difficulty," Felix said.

& The reason is that you have become one of Hogwarts' champions."

"In a sense, you are still the most important one. You should understand what I mean."

Harry never I've seen Ron shake so evenly, from head to tail, even the muscles on his face are shaking.

"I have decided whether Hogwarts will eventually win the trophy?" Ron said slowly.

"You can understand it this way. If you compare the competition to a Quiddich, you are the only Keeper." Felix said, "In the past, you didn't have a reason to become stronger, so now you have— "

"Speaking to the small place, you are one of the champions, and you have the opportunity to win the honor for the school through hard work; in the big place, every bit of your effort now is to protect your two good Friends-the lives of Potter and Granger."

"I look forward to your performance on the first task."

He took a few steps, turned his head and looked towards Harry, Ron and Hermione , "Your days may be more difficult in the next few days. After all, there will be an extra set of champions, especially when the scoring rules are announced."

"Only when the first task is over, your situation may be It will be better..."

"Professor Haip!" Cedric said, "I will stand up and explain to others. I have heard them all. Harry and they are also victims."

"I will also make it clear to the students of Ravenclaw, I am Prefect." Roger Davis said.

"I will too, Professor Haip." Collins said, she glared at Ron, "I must get the trophy, I will stare at you."

Felix hooked the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, turned and left.