A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the late afternoon, a brand-new poster was hung up on the bulletin board, and the title on it could be clearly seen from far away-Mowen Club Recruitment Guide!

A group of little wizards surrounded the bulletin board, and an enthusiastic student read it aloud so that people behind could also hear——

"We are here to recruit the first batch of members of the Mowen Club. The requirements are as follows (choose one of the following three, choose the best):

One: A rough grasp of 30 practical ancient magic texts (the degree to which magical puppets can be repaired), or proficient in one practical ancient magic text (see the figure below);

2: Complete an alchemy item independently;

Three: Based on "Exploration of Ancient Magic Texts", complete a seven-foot-long thesis (with spare reference book attached);

Selection time: the last Saturday morning of the month; location: ancient magic text classroom;

——The head of the Mowen Club: Felix Haipu, September 7, 1993. "

Below the poster, is a dynamic picture and a long list of books.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed to the front of the crowd, carefully looking at the words and patterns on them.

"I think the first requirement is the easiest to meet." Ron stared at the end of the first item above and said, "It's the last sentence. You only need to be proficient in a practical ancient magic text."

His words drew a round of approval.

"No!" Hermione retorted sharply. She pointed to the animated picture on the left under the poster--a little wizard held a magic symbol in his hand, but the symbol turned into a flame—" It is the most difficult of all the requirements. On the contrary, I think the third requirement is the easiest."

"Are you kidding, Hermione! That's a seven-foot paper, seven-foot!"

"My eyes are fine, Ron. In fact, I have written longer papers."

Many students recognized this assistant in the ancient magic text class, especially for students who had taken the ancient magic text for more than a year, they were very familiar with this witch.

In private, many people complained that the second-grade Granger was the professor of the ancient magic text class, because her beautiful and neat handwriting often appeared on the homework of this class, and she spanned five grades.

"Miss Granger, I hope you can explain the meaning and difficulty of each item in detail." Percy appeared in the seventh grade, with a badge symbolizing the chairman of the Boys Student Union hung on his chest, his tone reserved. And formally said: "Your words will become a powerful reference."

Ron bit his ear to Harry and said, "You look at him like a spokesperson for the Ministry of Magic, except that he lacks a bulging belly."

Harry glanced at Percy, then thought about the image of Uncle Fernon's belly resting on Percy, he couldn't help but laugh.

Hermione saw everyone looking at herself, "Oh, of course." She said nervously, "Hai, cough! Professor Haipu's magic text club puts more emphasis on practical magic texts. His three requirements are basic The above revolves around this point."

"The first one examines the mastery of practical magic texts. As far as I know, I mean I have read your homework. Many people above the fifth grade meet the requirements, except for the last sentence!"

"You all understand the second article, but if you want to meet the professor's standards, you must use more alchemy symbols and practical magic words;"

"The third article is to examine the understanding of practical magic texts. I personally think-it is the easiest way, and it is the best choice for students under the fifth grade..."

It took more than ten minutes before Hermione got out of the crowd and found Harry and Ron waiting far away.

"Oh my God, the first time I was treated so warmly!" Hermione said, not knowing whether it was happy or annoyed.

Ron muttered from the side: "I want to change with you."

"Let's go, let's go to the auditorium for dinner first." Harry said.

At this moment, a voice came in——

"So, you Muggle species just got into the limelight!" Draco Malfoy didn't know when he appeared, with a sick look on his face. Next to him were Pansy Parkinson and the two who could not be touched. Followers, Crabbe and Gore.

"Shut up, Malfoy! You should think about how to explain to your Death Eater friends for your father." Ron said contemptuously.

Draco's expression turned gloomy, and Ron just hit his sore spot. After three days of gestation, after his reluctance to speak last Tuesday, his father sent a severely worded letter prohibiting him from mentioning any topic with the words "Dark Devil". Bxw

‘Erase this person from your memory, you know! Otherwise I will take you back. One sentence in the letter says this.

Draco ignored Ron. He looked at Harry and said, "If I were you, I should go and see that stupid man. Maybe you will only see him in Knockdown Alley in the future."

Harry said without hesitation: "Hagrid will not be expelled."

"Wait and see, Potter." He sneered and said to Hermione, "You are just a little clever as a Muggle species. What else can you do besides rote memorization?"

"I know a lot, do you want to try?" Hermione uttered a weird syllable, and a light halo appeared on her palm.

"She still ranks first in the second grade'Parchment for Answering Questions', in all subjects. Yeah, it doesn’t matter to you... Oh, yes, she might become your examiner. If you do If you want to join the Magic Club." Ron said with a mockery.

Draco was uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly. He slowly said, "It's a pity, it looks like your home has the big prize from the Daily Prophet, which makes you obviously more confident..."

"Draco, ignore these inferior people, my grandfather's servants are richer than his family, and they said that pure blood is simply the greatest humiliation I have ever suffered in my life." Pansy Parkinson pulled proudly. he left. Sacrifice as 99bxwx.com

Ron frowned and said with an incredible look: "Are they sick~www.readwn.com~ Why are they unpleasant every time they show up?"

Even after having dinner and returning to the common room, Ron was still struggling with this matter, "It ruined my good mood for the day, Hermione, I mean really, if you become one of the selected examiners... hey ! Keep your cat away from me!"

Less than three feet away from him, a big cat with **** fur and a squashed face was leaning over and leaning over, staring at his pocket.

Hermione picked up her cat unhappily, "Crookshanks, be good." She sat down on the other side of the small round table.

Harry looked down at a piece of parchment with various names on it, with various lines drawn between the names.

Hermione glanced at the above content and said worriedly: "Harry, are you still entangled with that fugitive?"

"I just can't figure out how my father would choose this kind of person as his best man!" Harry hammered the table angrily, and even if it had been almost a week, he couldn't forget his anger at the time.

Hermione comforted him and said, "Many people will change, Harry."

Ron asked curiously: "I remember you said on Saturday that you were going to find Professor Lu Ping to inquire about the news. What was the result?" Mi He Mi

Harry said dejectedly: "I didn't see him. Professor Lupin was sick. I knocked on the door for a long time before he answered me hoarsely."

"But he didn't explicitly reject you, did he? Find a chance to try again, just after class, or the next weekend." Ron suggested.

Harry nodded, he thought so too. There was originally a defense against the Dark Arts class today, but Professor Lu Ping looked too haggard. He was afraid that the professor would suddenly faint during the class, so he was embarrassed to ask for it.

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