A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Felix walked towards Classroom 7 carrying the candy box, still thinking about the question that Dumbledore had just asked.

Neither he nor Dumbledore can be easily persuaded. It is not easy to expect a story to convince them that Sirius is innocent.

Both of them are masters of the mind, and although they rarely use them in normal times, they will not hesitate at critical moments.

The difference is that he is not familiar with Sirius, and many things are heard from the hearsay, so he needs to confirm with Dumbledore about the problem of Occlumency.

Since Sirius is not good at Occlumency, the credibility of his words is very high.

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Felix walked to a secluded corridor and opened the candy box. The shrunken Sirius sat on the candy pile, reached out and took out a small piece of crucible cake, and asked blankly: "Are we here?"

"Not yet—some preparations are needed. You don't want to meet Severus, and Harry also has a sight glass to guard against you. These need to be resolved."

"How to do?"

Felix didn't speak. He touched a few candies in the box with his magic wand. Under the action of magic, they transformed into a full-body armor. The style was very similar to the armor in Hogwarts Castle, even with closed helmets.

"Hurry up," he said to Sirius.

"I like your idea." Sirius couldn't wait to put on a new outfit for himself, trying to move his body, "I feel like a real knight, but I still lack a knight sword."

Felix met his request and turned into a knight's sword with a licorice wand.

Sirius wore a tightly shielded armor, and dexterously swung the long sword in his hand. If you ignore that he is only slapped, he really has the demeanor of a medieval classical knight.

"It looks a lot like a knight magic puppet, I can introduce you to other professors. Next, I think about how to block the sight glass..."

Layers of magical glow began to emerge from the armor on Sirius. Finally, in the position of his helmet's eyes, Felix asked Sirius to choose black or red. He chose red.

So the knight's eyes were covered with a layer of scarlet smoke, which made him look a little bit more brutal and majestic.

It's nine forty in the morning.

Felix walked into Classroom No. 7, and there was a loud voice in it. Hundreds of people gathered around a large open space and discussed enthusiastically.

The open space is artificially divided into seven grids, each of which has a different topography, which is divided into flat land, woods, hillsides, rocky beaches, swamps, tortuous mazes, and a small piece of ice.

On the east side with the best view, stands a high platform with a row of seats. Flitwick and Snape have arrived. In addition to the two regular professors in the duel class, some professors also voluntarily ran over. They spontaneously changed their chairs with a little excited expression.

Felix walked to the high platform and put the slapped knight on the table. He greeted enthusiastically, "Felius, Severus...Professor Lupin, are you here too?"

"I'm here to join in the fun," Lupin said, "I didn't have these novelties when I was in school."

Snape said slowly: "But your extracurricular life is also very rich. You wander around and make trouble..."

Lupin said euphemistically: "Looking back at our young self, aren't we all ignorant fools?"

Sirius on the table dragged the enclosed armor to "click and click", and he swung his long sword fiercely, as if protesting against Lupin's statement.

Flitwick was about to change the subject. His gaze was constantly searching around. When he saw the "Knight", his eyes lit up: "Felix, can your magic puppet move on its own?"

Felix smiled and said: "This is a long time ago. I tried to let them handle some simple tasks. Um... free my assistant from correcting homework. She no longer needs to consolidate these simple tasks. Knowledge."

"Is it Miss Granger?" Lupin asked. "She is a very clever witch, and she did well in class."

Flitwick looked at the knight on the table, Sirius' movements were distorted, but this was more like a rusty metal doll.

"Am I wrong? I actually saw the embarrassment from its actions..."

Felix took out some magic puppets from the ring and gave them to the professors, "I tried to make them understand some simple commands. The principle is similar to the magic portrait, but the effect is not good. I need your opinion..."

He calmly grabbed the ‘knight’ in his hand, shook his hand, and at Flitwick’s puzzled expression, he explained, "This guy is not very smart..."

The time soon came to ten o'clock. Percy and Penello were standing in the middle of the clearing. Percy was very excited. He lost two of his voices. "Gentlemen and ladies, this duel is organized by the Student Union. As the host, I, Percy Weasley, and Penello Krivart will be responsible for maintaining order in the audience."

"First, provide the basic information: There are 218 contestants, and they will randomly compete on seven different venues. Seven games will be played at the same time, starting from the first grade."

Penello Krivart said: "You all know the rules. What I want to say is that the professors will comment on some wonderful duels, or give voice warnings of violations. Please be sure to abide by the rules, especially the use of black magic is strictly prohibited. ."

She glanced around with dignity, Percy cleared her throat next to her, "Yes, that's it."

"If you read the name, come to me to draw lots to choose the terrain. Once the terrain is set, your opponent will be determined."

The crowd burst into cheers like a tsunami, Harry held his wand nervously, his heart was about to jump out, and the blood rushed freely. But the people around him looked more nervous than him, Ron's lips trembled, and Hermione kept chanting words. He took a step closer and heard her quickly recite the duel system paper that had just been revised for the third time.

Draco Malfoy, who was opposite Harry, was paler than usual. His two followers, Crabbe and Gore, kept swallowing saliva, and Gore choked on his saliva and coughed again and again.

Draco frowned and walked to the other side. When Harry appeared in his sight, he smiled maliciously—at least Harry thought so, and his nervousness was surprisingly calm.

If given the chance, he would be happy to give Malfoy a full face.

The game officially started.

The first-year competition was quite boring. Except for one student who successfully cast a curse and won sparse applause, most of the others kept suffocating their faces and chanting the curse.

After only three rounds of competition, it was the final round. A cute little girl won the first grade championship.

Next came the second-year game. Ginny simply brought down the opponent with a coma spell, and then won a few more victories and successfully won the championship.

"Ginny is already so good?" Ron said in surprise.

"Yeah, it's not surprising, she has been following us in group activities." Harry said.

Percy's solemn voice came—

"There are a lot of people in the third grade. There are 14 people in the first group, Millison Bosd, Seamus Finnigan, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass...Brace Shabini, Jia Sting Finley, these players, please come on stage."

Hermione walked to the front tremblingly and almost tripped over Neville. She moved to the lottery, and unexpectedly found that others behaved similarly to her. The student surnamed Sabinee was lightly underfoot, as if stepping on On a ball of cotton.

Hermione drew on the rocky beach terrain. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If she picked the ice, she wouldn't be able to fight. She couldn't even stand firmly.

After the fourteen third-grade students were in place, Percy dragged a long tone to announce: "The duel begins—"

Opposite Hermione stood Daphne Green Grice, the two were old rivals, but the previous dispute was only limited to magic puppets, and now the real duel is still the first time.

"Except your weapon!" Hermione shouted, and the text of the duel system essay flashed in her heart. My shot speed was faster. She must avoid it. Then I will have the advantage...

But things were not as expected. Although Daphne was more than a step slower than her, she still insisted on shouting a spell: "Faint!"

Hermione watched her disarming spell hit Daphne. Her wand came out and flew towards her in a whirl, but at the same time, a red curse flew across her hair, hitting her. On the stone next to the middle.

Hermione froze for a few seconds, subconsciously grasping the flying wand, seeing her angrily face, realized that she had won, but Hermione didn't realize the joy of victory at all, she couldn't help but leaned over and whispered: "Why don't you hide? You should hide..."

Daphne gave her a sideways glance, "Why should I hide?"

"But, but—" Hermione was full of question marks, "Your shot speed is not as fast as mine, according to the truth—"

"Whose reason? You use the disarming curse, I use the coma curse, as long as I hit you, I will win."

Hermione also wanted to continue to argue that she was too risky and meaningless in actual combat, but Percy had reminded the students who had finished the game to leave as soon as possible. She glared at Daphne and rushed down angrily.

Back in the crowd at Gryffindor College, Hermione still said angrily, "She is totally gamble on luck, I don't believe she dare to do this in actual combat—"

Harry persuaded: "Actually, she makes a lot of sense. Under normal circumstances, she can't beat you at all. On the contrary, if her strategy succeeds—"

He closed his mouth obediently, because Hermione looked like a lion with fried fur.

"Next, the second group came forward who read the name—Draco Malfoy, Seamus Finnigan, Ron Weasley, Gregory Gore..."

"Let's watch the game," Harry said, "It's my turn soon."

But the second group still didn’t have Harry’s name. He could only wait patiently. There was an accident in this group. A little wizard pronounced the wrong spell. A pair of snail tentacles grew on his opponent’s head. The little wizard carried Crying and said: "What kind of spell do you want to use?"

Madam Pomfrey walked quickly, and she observed for a moment and said, "You will not recover until at least three hours, my child."

The little wizard touched the tentacles on his head, and it seemed not so bad: "Can I stay here to watch the game, Mrs. Pomfrey? I don't want to go to the school hospital."

Madame Pomfrey looked at him wonderingly, "It's okay, but you're not afraid of being laughed at—"

"Then it's okay."

After drinking the potion, the boy happily returned to his academy, showing his new headgear to his companions, and a look of exclamation and envy erupted around him.

Ron also returned triumphantly, and he said with satisfaction: "Actually, my first spell failed, but I was hiding behind the stone. Gore stood stupidly on the spot and was tied into a dumpling by my next spell..."

"Next, the third group-Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas... Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crab, Ernie McMillan, Harry Potter."

The duel competition was in full swing, and even the senior students couldn't help looking seriously at the rematch stage of the third grade.

"Who is that little round face? He and Potter have a good relationship."

"I don't know, it seems to pop up all of a sudden."

"It should be Potter's friends, you see how happy they laughed."

"I'm a little bit impressed. I saw him in Potter's duel study group..."

In the third grade finals, Harry looked at Draco in surprise, "I didn't expect you to stand here, Malfoy." They picked the woods and dozens of old trees were scattered around.

Draco grinned: "You should see how I taught that Weasley, and use my new magic."

Harry looked back at Ron. He sat on the ground dizzy, with a dazed expression, looking a bit similar to Luna.

"The game begins—" Percy was already a little tired, and this voice was Penello's cold voice.

Harry instinctively took a step to the side, and a silent disarming spell flew out at the same time. The first spell didn't ask for power, he wanted the first move. Draco went back. He hid himself behind a sturdy-looking tree trunk and said, "Potter-tongue and throat!"

Harry hurriedly jumped away, the curse crooked thousands of miles. He estimated the distance and counterattacked with the imprisonment curse. A magical rope flew past and was tightly wound around the tree trunk. He heard Draco snorting, and just about to step forward, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

He quickly cast an iron armor curse on himself, "Armor!" he cried, and an invisible barrier formed in front of him, blocking the curse that Draco had carefully prepared.

"The pendulum hits hard!"

"Boom!"

A heavy bell rang, and Harry felt as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the magic barrier split like a cobweb. Even if he was hiding behind the Iron Armor Curse, he was affected, his ears buzzing and shaking.

He endured the discomfort and stared at the opposite side with wide eyes. After ten seconds, his vision became clear again.

‘Ron just endured this spell? Even if it is blocked, it will still make people dizzy for a while, like being hit by a pendulum in the bell tower. ’

Harry couldn't help feeling anxious looking at Draco, who was hiding behind the tree and couldn't come out, pumping cold to release the "big pendulum" from time to time. He quickly narrowed the distance between the two of them, and a red light flashed, slightly deflected, and almost hit him. Harry was taken aback, flashed behind the tree, and the venue fell silent.

"Malfoy, don't you want me to see your new magic? I did see it, do I need to remind you? I just thought of construction workers, they are knocking with a sledgehammer in their hands..."

Harry squatted halfway, waited for two seconds, and released the iron armor curse ahead of time. Sure enough, a red light flew over and was stopped!

He didn't even think about it, stepping out of the protection of the Iron Armor Curse, Draco was leaning out half of his body, and an exaggerated red beam shot out of Harry's wand and hit Draco's chest straight.

Draco was knocked into the air, hit a tree, rolled his eyelids and fainted without a word.

"Won!"

Harry shouted excitedly, UU reading www. The battle of uukanshu.com was much more difficult than he expected. The biggest reason was the terrain limitations. His spells were not powerful enough to destroy a tree with a diameter of three feet, and the advantage was completely unusable.

He thought of the guidance that Professor Haipu gave him-mastering more magic means being able to face different situations calmly. He couldn't help thinking: If he mastered the Burst Curse and Fire Curse, would he be able to solve the battle more simply?

He knew what he was going to do next.

"Wonderful!"

The students onlookers held their breath and admired the high-level duel. It was not until the result came out that they burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Harry scratched his head and raised his head to look at the referee's bench. Lupin smiled at him, Snape looked down at him blankly, Professor Flitwick was very excited, Professor Haipu smiled lightly, and there was another in front of him. The steel doll is waving vigorously at him, no, swinging a sword.

Is that the magic puppet newly made by the professor?

Harry held back his inner joy, tried not to make the corners of his mouth too exaggerated, and waved his hand as well.