Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

In the next few days, the young wizards were very keen to discuss the plots of the endless, like a heavenly steed, soaring across the skies, and by the way, they commented on the professors in the school. Fan. The students of a Second Year often looked at the senior students with an enviable expression and said sourly that Professor Flitwick of Charms was also very good and allowed them to play games in the last class of the semester.

"That's really good, especially when compared to other professors..." Seamus said indignantly, while driving his potion class homework, his eyes were red, as if he was not asleep It feels like.

Even if the young wizards still had a slight expectation of the serious Professor McGonagall, they would not unrealistically think that Snape would allow students to shout in his class. In fact, he simply put the steps of testing the antidote to the last day before the holiday, and let the young wizards trembling with fear, dare not slack off.

Neville sat in the empty chair next to Seamus and told him some tips.

"Pay particular attention to the amount of mistletoe berries, otherwise your toads will never come back..."

"I didn't raise toads, you know, Neville. "

Dean Thomas on the side snickered and said, "He just told his worries." He handed Seamus a small biscuit. Seamus opened his mouth to bite down and chewed fiercely. Then continue to write his thesis. At this moment, he suddenly grew a feather.

Dean chi chi laughed: "Fred and George’s canary biscuits, you can buy only seven Sickles." He put the remaining half into his mouth, so Neville Seeing that he was sitting between two huge canaries, he looked left and right, his eyes could not be used.

The people in the common room looked at them, seeing Neville uncomfortable. He embarrassedly picked up a custard biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth—

Everyone pointed The three canaries burst into laughter, "Ouch~" Angelina laughed so that tears came out.

……

On the day before Christmas, Hogwarts finally ushered in the Christmas holiday.

There was heavy snow outside, Felix and Sniff Valen were playing crackling exploding cards on the sofa. Valen had to change his gameplay, so he watched it put cards together with his short hands. Get up, "Are you making a nest for yourself?" he asked curiously.

The sniffing hand shook, and the card ignited the fire star as if receiving an instruction.

Felix stretched out his hand and sat back on the sofa holding it. With a "peng" sound, one person sniffed and stared at the rising mushroom-like black smoke in a daze.

"It seems that you have learned a lot." He said to Warren.

At this moment, there was a sound of flapping wings outside the window. Felix opened the window and flew in from outside seven or eight large and small owls of various colors, all of them carrying packages and letters with him.

"Tomorrow is Christmas." Felix muttered to himself, "It is estimated that there will be a large number of readers greetings. I have to hurry up to write a reply." He looked at the corner of the wall. Prepared gifts like a hill.

Warren watched Felix take down the packages and letters from Owl, and provided food and water for these long-distance visitors to rest. Then, these owls flew away. There are only a few left to patrol.

When I turned around again, Felix was already sitting in the high chair behind his desk and began to write a reply.

"Let me see..."

He opened a letter, and after reading it, he took out the quill and parchment, and responded quickly--

"Mr. Seris, I am very happy to receive your letter. I have studied the scales of the Armenian Secret Snake you sent and expressed great interest in the secret pattern on it. It is still difficult to say whether this pattern is compatible with it. Their unique magic-like abilities are related and need to be studied...I wish you all the best in your visit to the Iranian Plateau."

Felix put the letter in the envelope, and a brown owl jumped onto the table and stretched out. Pull out a leg and let him tie the reply to it. Finally, Warren handed it an owl biscuit, which held it in his mouth, flapped its wings and flew into the blizzard.

The second reply follows:

"Ms. Meg, I wish you a Merry Christmas... No, I don’t have a new book plan at the moment. I should publish a booklet on Mowen. Not sure about the details... Also, I don’t think it’s a good idea to print a picture of myself on the cover, but thank you for your suggestion."

The third letter is not so friendly, but Felix spotted the trap ahead of time and easily lifted the curse on it. Even the big red-brown bird that was about to deliver the letter stayed ahead of time, and it was standing aggrieved with its legs close together. Felix wrote:

"Mr. Wu Mingshi, your pranks are as lame as your handwriting. I don’t want to waste my tongue discussing any muggle issues with you. I hope your messenger will take me on Christmas Day. The return gift was delivered on time."

Felix cast a curse on the parchment, and then hung the letter paper on the big red-brown bird. "Go, go back to your master." He said with a smile.

In the following day, he seemed busy--

"Ms. Jane, thank you until now for your support. I’m not sure if you can receive this letter. Owl never found you and returned the letter. Maybe your identity has some problems and needs to be kept secret. I understand this very well. The black market has been raging recently. As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic is cracking down on illegal potion, which may be A batch of outflowing wolfbane potion is related to..."

"Mr. Vera, your granddaughter has performed very well. I am ready to raise her salary, so you will never let her join the ancient runes association. Think about it. I believe that within two or three years, Kramy’s income will exceed yours, and if you think about it, you will find that what she is doing now is more meaningful, Mr. Vice-President."

……

During the reply, Uria Edmond, Bessni Bach, and Byers Bach came to visit, and Byers hugged three big boxes, whirring and panting. Go at the end.

"Professor Haip, this is a Christmas present, for you..."

Uria smiled and explained, "Byers has to hold it by herself, Bessni He wants to help him, but he still doesn't want to."

Byers looked at him a little embarrassedly, and then he stammered and said, "Professor Haip, has Wallen learned a few words?"

"It's still very rare... I shouldn't be able to communicate with you yet. You can play Crackling Explosion. It's very good at traditional gameplay." Felix said.

Byers stared blankly at the scattered exploding cards on the table, "This, uh... Valen is so smart."

Felix and Yuria and Bessni Sitting on the sofa, he took out honey tea to entertain the two: "Uria, today you don't want to talk about some obscure magic and non-magic debates in front of Besni today?"

"Of course not, but Besni wants to visit you and bring gifts by the way." Yuria said that he has been here many times recently, especially on the surface he lost his wand, training The champion's affairs can't be found in his head. Normally, it is relatively leisurely.

When nothing is going on, he will go to Felix’s office to discuss some views of magic circle and non-magic circle, both of them are helpful.

While chatting, Uria mentioned Byers, he moved towards Byers and clicked his chin, and said: "He is now the Captain of champion."

"Then Graves..."

Uria shook his head, "His mentality is not suitable for Captain." He said of what had just happened, "We caught up with us when we came. A very interesting scene, Beauxbatons' Champion-the Delacour surname, tried to invite your champion, but he already has a partner."

"Is it Cedric Diggory?" Felix thought for a while and said.

"Yes," Uria laughed, "She has great charm, but it doesn't always work..."