A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

  Chapter 352 A patron saint (dementor) disguised as a ghost?

  According to the usual practice, the first-year students were taken by Hagrid to ferry across the lake, while the students of the other ages took the carriage and walked along the path to the main entrance of the school.

  School auditorium.

"My lord, please--" Pippi turned somersault in the air, nodded and bowed his head and led a strange ghost to the auditorium. The tall ghost blocked himself tightly. From under the cloak, he could only see To a pair of silver, unsentimental eyes.

Pippi said with a smile: "Then I won't bother you for now, I have something else... I have prepared a lot of filled balloons for the freshmen, don't you want to see the water ball on the heads of the cute little guys? Does it explode?"

  The ghost said nothing, Pipigui turned around and was about to leave, a big silver hand poked out from under the cloak, and quickly grabbed Pipigui’s back neck, shaking vigorously.

  Pippy Ghost struggled twice, but didn't break free, but swayed rhythmically, wandering, and looked helpless.

  He is a spirit born from a castle. Compared with ordinary ghosts, his abilities are stronger. Ordinary ghosts can only slightly interfere with reality, but he is different. He has to be more real, and he can be more powerful than the students, even wrestling.

One thing that can make him jealous is the professor in the school-as the aggregate of the students’ emotions, Peppi Gui’s fear of the professor is carved into his bones, but at the same time, he is also a representative of naughty students, who is always eloquent. , He is actually afraid of professors who are full of majesty and integrity;

  The second is a powerful wizard who can influence him, such as Principal Dumbledore and Felix Haip;

  Three is an alternative among ghosts, such as the **** Barrow, and——

  The little Pippi looked at the tall and indifferent ghost in front of him, cursing in a low voice, the silver eyes under the ghost's cloak suddenly looked at him, and Pippi immediately filled with a naive smile, and kept rubbing his fingers.

  The ghosts in the auditorium talked a lot--

   "Are you here again?" The resident ghost of Gryffindor College—Nick, who was almost headless, said sentimentally.

   "Looks like a ruthless character." Hufflepuff's ghost fat monk said cheerfully, "It's great. Someone has to cure the skin ghost."

"Yeah, that's correct." Nick said, almost headless. "Since the **** Barrow left..." He looked around meaningfully, evoking a sound of echoes and condemnation of Pippi ghost. .

   "That's right," a ghost asked, "Which one of you still keeps the picture of Pippi?"

   "Is it the prank twins who used the fan to blow the Pipi ghosts running around the castle?" Nick, who was almost headless, asked with interest. He smiled contentedly, "I have it, in exchange for five secrets."

   "How about holding a viewing?" the ghost suggested.

About a year ago, at that time, it was Felix’s first year on the job. Faced with Pippi’s provocation, he cast a confusing spell, causing Pippi to confuse the concept of time and mistakenly thought he was just born and couldn’t Dealing with all kinds of chaotic and mischievous thoughts of the students became muddled.

And his old rival, the Weasley twins, took the opportunity to conjure up two fans, took Pippi around to the exhibition in turn, and almost successfully held a party. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall called it off in the middle. Many little wizards and All the ghosts expressed their regret for this.

  Among the onlookers at the time, someone took the picture of the magnificent scene, and then the picture began to spread, which attracted a lot of people to berserk, but after Pippi recovered, he became angry and took most of the pictures away.

  During that time, the crying Myrtle shuttled through the girls’ bathrooms on each floor, telling every student about Peppy’s bullying.

  ……

  On the teacher’s bench, Felix and Professor McGonagall were chatting about topics that were unfinished in the principal’s office. Flitwick joined in midway and discussed together which spells are suitable to be included in the “must be mastered category”.

  Professor McGonagall said solemnly: “If possible, I would even like the little wizards to master all the knowledge. Every lesson is very important.”

   "But Minerva, if we plan to do something, we must consider how to get the students to accept it." Flitwick said sharply.

  Professor McGonagall snorted. Of course she knew this, but she had too high expectations of her students.

Felix nodded slightly, "My idea is to break up these spells and divide them into different grades. For example, disarming spells, third-grade learning and fourth-grade examinations are more appropriate, while Apparition may require sixth-grade learning, Seventh grade assessment."

  He added: "The purpose of the assessment is not to score, but to enable them to truly master these spells, so I think the assessment time should be as flexible as possible and there should be no limit on the number of times."

  Flitwick thought for a while and said, "This is a good idea. If you concentrate on the final year of the exam, most students will probably be dragging it. Severus, what do you think?"

   "I have no opinion, and you didn't include the potion." Snape said coldly.

"This..." Flitwick said falteringly, "You are also one of the regular professors of the duel club, aren't you? You should know that Defence Against the Dark Arts has always been a shortcoming of the students, fortunately there are duel clubs that can make up for it. The last part is missing."

   "Lupin taught well last year." Professor McGonagall interrupted.

   "I understand," Flitwick said, "and Bellby, they are all very good, but..."

He hesitated and tried to organize the language to say, "But we all know what this course looks like-each professor has only one year of teaching time. I don't deny that Dumbledore has tried his best to find good wizards. Teach this course, but a good wizard and a good professor are two different things."

   "If you learn well by yourself, it doesn't mean you can teach others." Felix concluded.

"Yes!" Flitwick's eyes lit up, "That's it! A good professor needs rich experience and can understand the various problems encountered by students... This process may last for several years, but for this course As far as the professor is concerned, it can't be done at all."

"The spell class and defense against the dark arts, although both teach spells, they have completely different emphasis. What I teach is general practical magic, of course, it also includes a variety of basic skills, and those offensive spells and defensiveness that can be used in duels Spells, basically fall into the category of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

  "The professors of this course are the most unstable. If you meet a good teacher, you can learn more. If you encounter something inappropriate or not good at teaching, you will mess up the class."

  The professors were silent, and a long list of the names of the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class over the years popped up in their hearts.

   Felix is ​​also thinking about the professors he has been in contact with—both those encountered in school and at work. Frankly speaking, like Lockhart, it is already the bottom line in various senses. Most people are just mediocre, or they are not good at teaching students. They often describe a simple problem in a cloud, leaving the little wizards confused; or start from their own experience, talk to themselves, and basically Can not effectively solve the problems encountered by the students.

  There is also a problem behind this, that is, there has been no reasonable planning for this course. Experienced professors such as Flitwick and McGonagall start teaching from the first grade to graduation. They know the characteristics of each student well and will give targeted guidance.

  And what should be taught in each grade, how much should be taught, and generally what feedback there is, are also very clear.

  When it comes to Defence Against the Dark Arts...it’s pretty good to be able to follow the text, and there are very few professors like Lupin who consider students and try to make up for their lack of homework.

  Most people still follow their own habits and talk here and there. A hammer in the east, a mallet in the west.

  So some students will be surprised to find that after seven years, they have heard seven lessons of the same content—from seven different professors.

  ……

Snape snorted disdainfully next to him. Isn't this true? Is there anything to discuss. He glanced at the new ghost in the corner several times, feeling that he could not be separated from Felix, that shiny body The cloak looked familiar.

   And this ghost has never spoken from beginning to end, and put on a cold posture, making the almost headless Nick who floated over to talk back to him.

  There was a noise in the hall. The students’ carriages stopped at the door. They ran into the castle under the heavy rain and kept chattering. The school was immediately filled with a lively atmosphere.

  Felix stopped speaking, his eyes shone slightly, and the ghost standing quietly in the corner of the auditorium suddenly became active, clutching Pepy Ghost and flew towards the hall.

  The students walked into the cave-like deep foyer, and shook the rainwater on their bodies with the help of torches hung high on the wall.

   "Oh my God," Ron said, shaking his head vigorously, spilling drops of water all over, "It's like a mess."

   Harry silently twisted his sleeves and squeezed out a large pool of water. His shoes and pants were also soaked in water, and he dragged down heavily, his hair sticking to his head wet.

   "What, what is that—" Neville, who was in the same carriage with them, shouted, looking shocked.

Several people around raised their heads and looked at the marble steps leading to the auditorium. At the entrance, a tall figure hung in the air amidst the swaying flames, wearing a long cloak, his clothes tumbled, and silver eyes very cold. .

  "What is he carrying in his hand?" Someone further away noticed the movement here.

  "A freshman?" Some people guessed, but it is too short, like a small carrot head.

   "How is it possible, they should still be floating on the lake, wait—" A senior student widened his eyes, "That's Pepi ghost!"

   "Pippy Ghost was carried in his hands? My God!"

   "No, that, that's a dementor!" a student with a particularly bad look screamed.

  The air solidified in an instant, and the students took a breath, their bodies trembling and tumbling.

   "Hoo—God—Guard—Guard!" Harry drew out his wand and shouted.

  Silver light fell on the ground, and a silver shadow flew out of his wand. It was a stag, leaping toward the'Dementor' vigorously and fearlessly.

  Harry had no time to think about why the dementor suddenly appeared in the castle. He looked at his patron saint with anticipation, and was extremely sure that it would serve him again as he did before.

  "Zizi~"

  Harry doubted that he had read it wrong, but the tall ‘Dementor’ stretched out his free hand and suddenly supported the stag antlers, and his patron saint was forced to stop.

  He blinked his eyes in disbelief. The lenses were a bit blurry, but such a big patron saint would never be wrong.

  Ron stammered, "Well, is this the leader of the dementor? Looking at its height, isn’t it impossible..."

  Hermione trembling all over, took out her magic wand and tried to save herself, "Hoo~Guo~Hushen——Guard——"

   "Call God to guard!"

   A seventh-grade student shouted that a silver leopard rushed up and was slapped by the ‘Dementor’. The free Pippi immediately got into the wall and disappeared.

Before leaving,    exaggeratedly shouted: "The new ghost is fighting with the students! The new ghost is fighting with the students!"

Professor McGonagall ran over in a hurry, the peaked cap on her head was tilted, and she shouted angrily: "Pippy, what are you doing?" But the scene in front of her was different from what she had imagined, and she blinked He blinked and looked at the scene.

   "Minerva, it's me." The ghost had to speak, a gentle voice said. Seeing the dementor actually speak, this scene scared the nearby students into a ball.

  Professor McGonagall heard his voice and whispered to the ghost with his anger: "Felix Haip, pretending to be a ghost to scare students, it’s not plausible, I’ll tell you—"

   "Uh, this was an accident, sorry, Minerva, they treated me as a dementor..."

  Ghost Felix said awkwardly ~www.readwn.com~ He did not expect that someone would refer to the ghost as a dementor, and even more outrageously, Harry immediately released the Patronus Charm to attack him.

  What about the brain?

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her nose opened and closed, and she made heavy breathing sounds. This was a precursor to her outbreak, which was usually accompanied by reprimands and deductions. Lex himself is a professor, so he won't use the latter.

   "I'm leaving now." The ghost said quickly, he didn't want to provoke the angry lion. In this state, McGonagall, even Dumbledore did the same, and he disappeared with a "swish".

  Professor McGonagall's chest was constantly rising and falling, and glanced at the hourglass in the hall that records the college points. After a long while, she sternly said to the crowd who were drenched in soup, "What are you waiting for, come into the auditorium, hurry up!"

  She headed into the auditorium, followed by the dejected student behind her, walking up to make the sound of water clanging, leaving wet footprints.

   "If I were you, I would try to use a spell to dry the moisture on my body."

  Professor McGonagall stopped, and said with a headache, it is hard to imagine that among these students, there will be warriors representing Hogwarts who will participate in the championship competition in more than a month to win glory for the school.

  (End of this chapter)