Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix took out the small colored candles from the package with great interest, inserted them on the cake, and tapped them one by one with matches. When the candles were blown out, he suddenly realized , I am already 24 years old.

Today is the first day of the Easter holiday. He has no classes, and even Valen is still sleeping.

He thought about his latest arrangement. In the afternoon, Draco Malfoy came to practice Disillusionment Charm. He has already started the initial Mastery of this incantion, but the fluctuation of magic power is too obvious, and it is easy to be seen at close range. Out of the weak spot; later it is Harry, his Occlumency is on the right track, and the magic book has the last few pages left.

Tomorrow is Easter, and there will be a banquet in the evening. Hearing that the other four schools will perform, he sincerely hopes that the busy Pukwudgie he saw when passing by the Quiddich stadium is not preparing for this...The second day he will set off to the Ministry of Magic, to the Auror of the Ministry of Magic Train with the hitter, and hand over the completed Mowen booklet to the publisher by the way. Scrimgeour wrote to say that he would be granted a false position as a consultant. Although he didn't care, he politely expressed his gratitude in reply.

The bedroom door opened, and Warren stood by the door yawning.

"Haw...?"

"Familiar taste?" Felix laughed, "It's a birthday cake. We can eat the fruit and chocolate on it. I miss it. , I only ate in the orphanage..."

"Hum!"

In the evening of second day, the Hogwarts Auditorium was brightly lit. Many young wizards have gone home for the festival, but quite a few people have stayed, just to watch the legendary Pukwudgie performance.

When Felix walked into the auditorium, he saw a huge Easter egg in the center of the room. When he got close, he discovered that the egg was made of various sweets. He saw fruit preserves, pudding, mint hard candies, praline candies, bonbons, soft candies... a group of students were pointing in front of the eggs. fingers.

The chairperson of the male and female student union had to announce loudly that this will be shared after the dinner is over.

However, Harry doesn’t have much desire for easter eggs. He has eaten too much sweets in the past two days. In addition to the birthday cake of Professor Haip, which was distributed yesterday afternoon, he also received a letter from Mrs. Weasley this morning. The dragon egg-sized easter egg, filled with homemade toffee, he eats a bit hard, and even hiccups are sweet and greasy.

He found a seat with Ron and Hermione and waited for the dinner to begin.

"I just said that the woman was impossible!" Hermione threw a newspaper over.

Harry took a look and said, "I didn't write anything outrageous..."

"She spread the rumors that I practiced Juli magic!" Hermione said angrily, "Could it be I think go with Troll is related?"

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"Troll's innate talent, but magic circle has always been suspicious of this, but they have to make up something, otherwise Troll will be no different from ordinary creatures." Fred and George sat next to them and said.

Soon, everyone arrived, and students from the other four schools were scattered on four long tables. Byers and Fleur both chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats. "What are you going to perform?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you said that," Byers looked dispirited, and said vaguely: "You will know when the time comes. What about your school?"

Harry Shaking his head, he didn't know. Neville interrupted and said: "It's a ghost performance. I heard Hufflepuff's fat cultivator and Nearly Headless Nick discussing the party. The fat cultivator is worried that the food distributed is not enough..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. "They want to bring ghost food into the auditorium?" Ron couldn't help but shiver.

"Don't forget, there is classroom No.7 now, maybe the food tastes better." Harry reminded him.

"I still can't forget the'almost headless' Nick's five hundred-year-old Deathday Party." Ron said pessimistically. The ghosts deliberately made everything moldy in order to make the food more flavorful.

The dinner has begun. The dinning table was full of various delicacies. Harry's gaze fell on a salmon. He couldn't help but remember the salmon skewers he saw that day. He thought that the group of house elf in the kitchen had developed new dishes, but Unfortunately, he never saw it on the dinning table.

At this time, the lights dimmed.

A group of silver ghosts floated in like waves, sliding in some sort of queue in the auditorium, Harry saw the silhouette of Nearly Headless Nick-he held his head with one hand to prevent it from falling , The other hand is doing meticulously rehearsed movements with other ghosts. He looked very excited.

Harry knew that Nick had spent a lot of effort trying to get into the headless hunter team, but because of Innate’s lack of conditions-there was a little skin on his head attached to his neck, which caused him to be ruthlessly rejected. He also complained Past this incident.

A few minutes later, the ghosts gathered together, and the students clapped face-to-face. At this time, the ghost suddenly dispersed and flew to in midair to sprinkle silver light spots.

Harry lifts the head gaze tremblingly, and he recognizes something egg-shaped. He couldn't help reaching out to touch, which actually took a lot of risk, because his experience told him that contact with ghost would make him feel like he suddenly fell into an ice cave.

But in the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed throughout his body, as if he had returned to the ancient runes office, sat on the professor’s sofa and flipped through the magic book, and he got stuck in the title " "Happiness" is a long time.

"That is my memory!" A ghost floated in front of him and said excitedly, it was Nearly Headless Nick.

"Oh, uh, that feels great." Harry complimented sincerely.

"Thank you, I finally won this opportunity!" Nearly Headless Nick said, "I mean, I had expected this result a long time ago... Only I was once a courtier of Henry VII and tasted Food in the court!" His tone became low, "Although he also sentenced me to death."

"That's a shame." Harry could only say that. But what he thought was that Henry VII must be very poor, he couldn't even afford a good axe, because Nearly Headless Nick said that he was chopped off by the executioner for 45 times without completely beheading him.

"Want to try?" Felix asked from the teacher's bench. "My memory likes to do weird things. He complained to me that he couldn't get out..."

"No need." Snape said coldly, shrouding him. The silver light spot pushes away.

At this time, the auditorium returned to light. A row of small Pukwudgies walked to the center of the auditorium. Their faces were stiffer than Snape, and they wielded their pocket short bows blankly. They seemed to draw an arrow from the back at any time, and there was absolute silence in the auditorium until they exit. There was no reaction.

Dumbledore patted his hand politely, spurring a sparse applause. After that, the program became much more normal. The students of Vagadou performed a cheerful African dance. Nona Lebert's vigorous and graceful figure attracted the attention of many boys; the students also saw Beauxbatons' mountain fairy chorus. Fleur sings a serenade with them intoxicatedly.

"So, Professor Haip's birthday is April 15th?" Fred asked, using a fork to pick up a piece of chicken.

"Maybe," Harry was taken aback. "I didn't ask, but yesterday Professor Haip said that the cake was opened in the morning and it was very fresh..."

"Oh "Fred and George glanced at each other tacitly, and Fred De said solemnly: "George, next year is our last year in school."

"Yes," George said without hesitation." Give gifts as early as possible."

"Are you going to prank the professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply.

"don't say this," Fred did not deny, "I just wanted to leave a good memory...I still found out that our birthdays were all in April. Me, George and Professor Haip . This must be a special fate."

"You?"

"April 1, yes, April Fools' Day, but this is not a what a joke."

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