Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

young wizards in a frenzy discussed, as Fifth Year students, they seldom come into contact with such interesting courses—every professor is pushing as hard as possible Their potential.

Of course, to some extent, this is also the debt they owed in the previous four years.

In the hallway, Warren Paldis said to his friend a little annoyed: "I can actually win, but my luck is not very good."

"You are too aggressive Yes, you have answered at least ten wrong questions." His friend replied.

The young wizards walked out of the classroom in a hustle and bustle, Felix rubbed some sour fingers.

The "stage effect" of this knowledge contest is all his magic spells out. From Jiugongge, to score changes, and to color feedback on correct and incorrect answers, he will do it all by himself.

"I made a mistake, I will change to the tenth system next time."

In the two afternoon classes, Felix tried it out in the Sixth Year and Seventh Year, and the results were excellent-even He was a "extremely poor student" of ancient runes, and he remained awake enough in class.

This made his thinking become clear.

"In the future, we can do more of this kind of game-style teaching, but the premise is to make sufficient preparations." In the evening canteen, Felix weakly inserted a potato drenched in black sauce, and the whole day , He felt a little weak in his body.

Small things add up, the number of his use spells today obviously exceeds the standard.

common room.

Fred and George, the twins are controlling the magic puppet battle. They have completed the second and third group practical magic.

This makes their battle very interesting. The magic puppet in Fred's hand will emit a circle of electric lights and make a "crackle" sound every time he swings his fist. Lee Jordan is too close. , The hair is standing upright.

George on the other side didn’t do too much. His magic puppet is a very popular "Fireman". Whenever he uses the iconic "Big Fireball", it will attract a lot of admiration. .

At this moment, Percy · Weasley got in from outside the common room. He had just completed his inspection mission. As soon as he saw him, Ron in the corner turned his head sharply.

The two are still in the cold war.

"Ron, haven't you made up yet?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Unless he apologizes to me." Ron said stubbornly.

Harry sighed, he didn't have much to say, after all, Ron was equivalent to their three people and lost a lot of face.

"Hey! Percy, I heard you got ten points from Professor Haip today?" a Gryffindor asked.

Percy held up his chest with restraint, making his Prefect badge more prominent, "Yes, Professor Haip tried a new teaching method. I have to admit that he is a very intelligent person."

"You also defeated Slytherin!"

Percy said modestly: "It's just a game. Just one more sentence. Ten points. I'm ahead of my opponent by nine points."

The Gryffindors were amazed again. Percy deserves to be a study tyrant who has passed 12 certificates.

"Lead by nine points!" Ron repeated with a disdainful face.

Harry quickly changed the subject, "Hermione, did you ask Professor Haip about Basilisk?"

Hermione shook the head, "I rarely see the professor from Monday to Friday ." Unless there is a paper that needs her to correct.

"But it's too late until the weekend!" Harry said unwillingly, "In case there is an attack in the middle..."

He smashed the table hard to make The two young wizards passing by were taken aback. They gave Harry a fearful look and passed him quickly.

"Look, they all thought I was a murderer!"

"Harry, should we go to Professor Haip now?" Hermione gave him a careful look.

Harry glanced at the wall clock. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. "Tomorrow." He collapsed on his chair decadently, like a spitting ball.

They basically determined that the monster in Chamber of Secrets is Basilisk, and Hermione’s confusion — Basilisk’s eyes are lethal, but the two current attacks are only petrified — Harry also has his own Speculation: The victims did not look directly at Basilisk, Mrs. Norris was reflected through the standing water, and Colin Creevey was through the lens of the camera.

Whether this is correct remains to be confirmed.

At this time Ron said to him: "Harry, is the magic puppet given to you by Professor Haip in your schoolbag?"

"Yes." Harry replied weakly.

He practiced several times in private, but his skills were still a little worse. He was just able to control the puppet to walk normally.

"Should we try?" Ron glanced at Percy in the crowd.

"Here?" Harry couldn't make up his mind.

Hermione's eyes lit up. She wanted to try it a long time ago. When the public class started, she had a soft spot for this look.

Bing blue hair, refined cute face, perfectly hit her heart.

"Perhaps...this is not a good choice..." Hermione said nonsense, but she didn't stop Harry from taking out the magic puppet from her schoolbag.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Fred De walked over with his arm around George's shoulder.

"Oh, just a magic puppet." Ron tried to tone peacefully.

Fred saw the puppet in Harry's hand, startled, "This is not an ordinary puppet." From the outside, the two are completely incomparable.

"Professor Haip sent it." Ron said.

Fred picked up the magic puppet, "This thing..." He glanced at George, "I can hardly feel its magical fluctuations. It is more refined than Diggory's ghost doll-and we dismantle it. It’s even the difference between Heaven and Earth."

"You guys did it--"

"Hush!" Fred Pricked up his fingers, "Be quiet, this It's our little secret with Professor Haip..."

George took the puppet and said: "One time we broke the magic puppet in our hands."

"Yes' Accidentally' broke, and we were very scared at the time—" Fred De said.

"Worry about being deduct points, confinement--"

"Or hang up and use a whip soaked in cold water to whip--"

"So we trembling with fear to apologize—"

"And then? What punishment have you received?" Ron asked.

"No, Ronnie," Fred blinked his eyes and gave a smirk. "The professor said that we have an innate talent of alchemy. He gave us 10 points, but—"

George sighed, "When we put the second damaged puppet in front of him, he resisted and didn't give us deduct points."

Hermione rolled her eyes .

George looked at this unusually refined magic puppet, exclaiming from time to time, and finally he gave Harry back: "It's amazing, what did you do?"

"Yes—" Ron just wanted to speak, when Hermione fiercely stepped on him.

twin glanced at each other, shrugged.

Fred De said: "Should we demonstrate for you? This puppet must have a lot of new features, I think you are not very familiar with it."

"Who said it! Harry, show his hand soon."

Harry pulled out wand, and under his lead, the magic puppet swayed to its feet.

Several young wizards looked over from a distance.

Harry tried his best to control the magic puppet, but unfortunately, at best, it could only splatter dots of ice blue snowflakes.

"Harry, you don't have enough control." Fred explained the reason.

Harry pointed at the magic puppet with wand, and he felt that he had touched its core. So he concentrated all his attention, trying to awaken the silent magic circuit.

His magic power touched a piece of snowy world, sharpness and coldness made him seem to have eaten ten popsicles in one breath, and his consciousness seemed to freeze.

Harry's face was purple with cold, and he exhaled a cold breath.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron stood up in a panic. At this moment, no one could see that something was wrong with him.

However, in the next second--

"chi chi chi chi!"

The magic puppet suddenly lit up, and light blue ice crystals fell one after another. As the temperature dropped sharply, "she" raised her arms violently, and a series of blue ice icicles rose from the ground, and the cold air spread to all around like a rolling wave.

A few people watched this scene dumbfounded.

In front of the palm-sized magic puppet, a row of half-person-high icicles stretched seven or eight meters away, completely icing the door of the common room.

The cold icy mist filled, and the young wizard in the common room sneezed collectively.

At the same time, Professor Haip, who is far away in the office, was sipping tea and happily reading an ancient alchemy book.

Beside him, is the day's "Daily Prophet". Today's front page title is: "Good and Bad: The Great Gap between Two New Professors" by Rita Skeeter.