Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

When you come out of classroom 7 and stand in the corridor, you can see the bright moonlight outside the window, which paints the sparse shrubs in the courtyard with a layer of silver light.

"No need to send it," Newt turned around and said, "I have occasionally come over to replace the manuscript these years, and I haven't forgotten the way."

Sniffing Wallen standing at Felix Waved with everyone on his shoulder.

On a fork in the road, the champions of Hogwarts looked at Newt's back, with envy in their hearts.

"Do you want to be engaged in the protection of magical creatures after graduation, like Mr. Scamander?" Felix smiled and looked at them, and asked in a confident tone: "Or in a certain In an instant, want to be a naturalist?"

"Professor, how did you know?" Cedric asked in surprise. He did have an urge to follow the old man’s footsteps and walk around every corner of the world to see the magical creatures that shared magic power with them.

Felix smiled softly.

"This is the personality charm of a great wizard. Their own experience alone is enough to make countless people moved and fascinated, and they can’t wait to follow them... But you have to think clearly, don’t rush Make a decision."

"Remember what I said? Hogwarts once popularized the habit of graduation trips. You can use it as a reference, walk and take a look, broaden your horizons. There are some truths only The experience is yours, and the truths spoken by others are not more precious than a Knut."

They showed thoughtful expressions and separated by the spiral staircase.

Collins Foley and Cedric Diggory continue down, their common room is in the basement, Roger Davis and Harry go up, until the end, only Harry moved Walk towards the common room of Gryffindor.

"It's estimated that it's ten o'clock. There shouldn't be many people in the common room?" Hermione said expectantly.

They seem to have become rare little animals in class today, attracting everyone's onlookers. Everyone discusses spiritedly, the attitudes of the students of the other three houses are not good, and Gryffindor and Gryffindor have formed an atmosphere of opposition, as if they took away the honor of other houses.

The students of Gryffindor will defend them, but this kind of maintenance is equivalent to treating each other differently, which is also not what they want. Especially when get out of class was over at noon, they met the Creevey brother. The'Harry Potter Admirer's Club' seemed to have added new members. Colin’s younger brother Daniel Creevey is more appealing than his big brother. One of the evidence is He brought in a group of new students, all from the four houses.

So the three of them fled.

They ran to the auditorium in one breath, finished their lunch ahead of time before the others came, and then hurriedly evacuated.

In the afternoon class of protecting magical creatures, Hagrid excuses that the Blast-Ended Skrewt has grown to three feet and needs to maintain a certain amount of exercise, so that the students will each take a Blast-Ended Skrewt for a walk. These Blast-Ended Skrewts are no longer fleshy, shell-less, colorless insects in the incubator, but have grown a thick, ash-gray armor-like hard shell, which is amazingly powerful. .

If you just glance at it occasionally and ignore the exaggerated Blast-Ended Skrewt, you think these young wizards are leading a puppy to bend. But the truth is that they are like helpless duckweed in the squally wind, or boats in the black lake in the torrential rain, being dragged forward by the Blast-Ended Skrewt-whenever their tail section emits a cluster of sparks, These Blast-Ended Skrewts would suddenly advance six or seven feet, dragging the young wizard who was holding the rope behind him to a sway, and Lavender Brown was dragged directly to the ground, screaming horribly, and struggling to stand up.

Hagrid took this opportunity to express his concerns to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The Harry trio thanked Hagrid for freeing them from Malfoy’s merciless taunts, because Ron’s face was about to turn the color of the baked Blast-Ended Skrewt at the time-Seamus said in a complaint , If Hagrid continues to let them take care of the Blast-Ended Skrewt, he can't help but recite the explosion spell.

This sentence caused the young wizards of Gryffindor to share the same hatred, and they had a lively discussion. Dean introduced the fried scorpions and steamed crabs he had eaten, no matter what kind of cooking method, he can help. Even Harry got involved, arguing with them about whether Blast-Ended Skrewt would become red after being familiar with them for a long time.

"Your complexion doesn't look good, are you worried about Dragon?" Hagrid asked at the time.

Ron’s face cooled rapidly. The face that was flushed from anger had changed to the color of the Blast-Ended Skrewt shell, which was a pale white with gray, and his calf I couldn't help shaking. Within a few weeks, the word "Dragon" had successfully surpassed the spider and became his new fear switch.

Seeing Ron's expression, Hagrid didn't say anything, just patted his shoulders, and Ron "pu thumped" and sat on the ground.

"Oh-I'm sorry! But you can't do this. At any rate, get your body exercise so that you can run faster..."

This is Harry's comfort to Hagrid. Thanks for not Mind, the reason is completely counterproductive!

……

On the spiral staircase, Harry and the others slowed down as much as possible. Weasley twin had not used up the fireworks used to celebrate last night. According to their habits, I will definitely make it up today, maybe just waiting for them to open the door right now.

Walking up a step, the two girls from Ravenclaw came down, glanced at them, turned and walked back.

Hermione is long and sighed.

"Cedric didn't they say to help us explain?" Harry asked puzzled.

"It's just a day passed, not so fast." Hermione said, "They are getting angry."

"Let’s take a break here." Harry said in disinterest. He sat on the steps and saw the portraits on both sides of the stairs staring at them intently. He suddenly burst into anger: "Would you like to see? All come over to see more clearly!"

Portrait The old wizard with the beard of the walrus gave him a blank look, and left with a grunt.

"Harry..."

"I'm fine, but I'm a little uncomfortable." Harry took a deep breath and said, Sirius comforted him in the morning, and in the evening with Ska Mr. Mander's chat also made him temporarily forget his troubles, but now all these things are back.

"If Malfoy intends to give me a nickname like Blast-Ended Skrewt, Scarhead, etc., I must fiercely teach him a lesson." Harry said with his fist clenched.

Hermione smiled on her solemn face, and then they both calmed down, thinking about their own things.

"Harry, what do you think the clock in my house is like now? Will it point to'fatal danger'?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry hesitated for a while, "It shouldn't be." He knew what Ron was talking about. There is a magical wall clock in The Burrow. It doesn't show any specific time, but one by one. What family members are doing. The twelve o'clock position on a regular clock is marked as "fatal danger".

"I haven't told my family that I was selected as the champion." Ron said. He glanced at Hermione. "Neither do you?"

Hermione shook the head .

"I hope it can be delayed for a day. Although Professor Haip said that champion can let his family come over to watch the game, but I refused." She said.

"I can't avoid it," Ron said with a grimace. "Ginny writes to the family every week, and Fred and George writes a letter every month or two, unless they get into trouble. Also. There are Percy and Charlie. They work in the Ministry of Magic. Sooner or later they will know..."

"Maybe one day I wake up and I will watch them rush into the bedroom and fight me away, or let owl Send me a red howler."

"We have to do something." Harry stood up and said.

Ron and Hermione lifts the head to look at him.

Hermione said hesitantly, "You mean classroom 7? But according to the professor's plan, we will follow Mr. Scamander's memory to learn about Dragon in the next few days, and wait until the weekend. Then determine each person’s style and formulate a strategy for the competition. Other schools should do the same. All the students of Ifamoni took leave today."

"We can’t always count on others, Ron, how do you Say?" Harry looked towards Ron.

Ron licked his lips and slowly said: "I think Hermione makes sense. What are we going to not? Those magics are of no use to Dragon..."

"Why is it useless!" Harry shouted loudly, and attracted the attention of the portraits, but he said regardless, "Do you remember the professor's black Floating Sect? Remember why we were selected? You all forgot Is it?"

He stared into Hermione's eyes. Hermione was the first to compromise. He looked towards Ron again, and Ron fiercely swallowed twice.

In a few minutes.

Felix Haip’s memory held his arms, leaned against the wall, and looked at them carelessly.

"So, do you plan to try Dragon's power in advance?"

"Yes." Harry dragged Ron and Hermione and said.

Felix Haip's memory stretched his head to one side, as if listening to someone in the air, the three of them glanced around and found nothing. In their expectant gazes, the memory spread out both hands: "Some people disagree. But...I find it very interesting..."

The dark ancient wall he was leaning against gradually When it collapsed, each Dragon dropped its head, and a large pool of water dripped in front of the three of them.

"Do you need me to give you a countdown? Three-two-"

"Run!" Harry shouted.