A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Well, students, please exit in an orderly manner"

Professor McGonagall got up to maintain order, and after a crackling riot, the little wizards filed out of the auditorium, arguing with each other.

On the professor's seat, Felix opened the chair for Mrs. Maxim, "Oh, thank you." She stood up gracefully and said softly, "Don't forget that you are the school manager of Boothbarton...You are always welcome to the carriage. Be a guest."

"As you wish, ma'am." Felix said with a smile.

He watched Mrs. Maxim leave with the students, and the crowd voluntarily turned aside. At this time, Hagrid leaned over.

"Can you take me?"

"what?"

"When you go as a guest, can you...can you take me with you?" Hai Jingqi asked anxiously. He watched the tall figure disappear at the entrance of the auditorium with a fascinating expression: "What I mean Yes, yes, those silvermane horses are in some condition, I need to ask questions."

Felix looked at him weirdly.

Hagrid stroked his hair and collar immediately, "What's wrong, is something wrong?"

"No," Felix said softly, "I'm worried about those horses." Who knows if Hagrid will really let them ‘condition’ to make his crappy excuses more real.

At this time, an angry voice came from the door

"Yes, that's Harry Potter. Have you seen enough?"

Felix looked for his reputation and saw the face of Moody's and Headmaster Durmstrang. Moody's fake eye seemed too horrible, making the faces of Karkaroff and several students around him pale.

But Karkaroff's reaction was clearly beyond normal limits, mixed with anger and unforgettable fear. Felix is ​​no stranger to this expression. Many people have seen himself with the same look, so Karkaroff will next

"Back in?" Felix said playfully.

Sure enough, Karkaroff didn't do much entanglement, as if hiding from the plague god, waved his hand and led his students away.

The students blocked behind scrambled to their feet and looked over the shoulders of others at the back of the Demstrang delegation leaving.

"This night will not be calm anymore," Felix said.

"Yes, I guess some students will choose to sign up at night..." Hagrid echoed like sleepwalking, "By the way, do you have any good perfume recommendations?"

...

"Do you think Karkaroff and Professor Moody know each other?" Harry asked, following the crowd up the spiral staircase.

"Yes," Ron said affirmatively. "Look at their expressions, it's so obvious. I guess they probably have old feuds."

They returned to the bedroom, and Dean was guarding the door, seeming to be holding back a smile, "Harry, I think you need to come over, there is a guest waiting for you..."

Harry walked over curiously and sniffed Varen sitting on his bedside table. In front of him were a bunch of delicate little things Garon, gold necklaces, thermostat locket, grey hourglass...

Ron looked at the golden Kanon piled up, his eyes couldn't move away.

"Merlin's beard..."

Harry seemed to have thought of something. He squatted in front of Sniffing Warren and asked tentatively, "You want to exchange with me, is that Muggle coin?"

Sniff nodded fiercely.

Ron trembled with a smile, "Oh!" He held onto Neville's four-poster bed and almost pulled the curtain down: "It, it has a good memory, and it has been two months since the day of school. Did not give up..."

Harry hesitated for a moment. The Muggle coin was a testimony of his thousands of apparitions. He left it as a memorial. But now that he has learned magic, he doesn't value it much, not to mention it is Fernon. Uncle gave it to him.

He digs out the coin from the box and hands it to Warren, "Give it to you."

Sniff immediately took the coin, two small black eyes lit up, and the little hand kept rubbing the angular coin. For a while, it seemed to have made a lot of determination. He looked away and pointed to Harry. Little gadget, motioned him to pick one.

"No need." Harry refused.

But Sniff insisted that he pick one thing, otherwise the big devil would know about it, and he wouldn't be allowed to utter it.

"Haw!"

It patted its chest to indicate that it was here to make a deal.

Harry pondered for a long time, his fingers kept moving, undecided. Sniffing nervously, staring at his hand intently, finally that hand picked up the humble hourglass, "huh~" Sniffing was obviously relieved and relaxed.

When Sniff gathered up his baby and disappeared flexibly from their sight, Ron couldn't help holding an injustice for Harry: "Even if you don't want Garon, that locket is not bad, I listen to Fred and George said that the small box can keep the temperature in the most suitable range so that you don't have to wear a cloak in winter."

Harry shook his head. "This is also good." He fiddled with the gray hourglass a few times and placed it on the cabinet.

"Yes," Ron murmured, "I doubt it's worth two Sikors, unless it's an antique..."

Early the next morning.

The students huddled together. At this time, there was an extra circle of thin gold thread on the floor in the center of the hall, and the goblet of flame was placed on the branching bench, standing in the middle of the gold thread.

"They are too blatant." Hermione said with a shocked look. In front of her, the Weasley twins and Li Jordan were eager to try, holding a small bottle with a shallow layer of transparent liquid.

She looked out of the crowd and Professor Haipu was standing not far away, leaning against the wall, and looking at them with her **** in her arms.

"It only takes one drop," Fred drank the age enhancer excitedly. "We are only a few months away."

"Yes, let us be an example for you." George drank the potion immediately afterwards, and said to Harry and Ron.

Hermione glared at Harry and Ron immediately.

The two turned their heads guiltily, each hiding a small bottle of ageing agent in their pockets. Ron said faintly, "We have prepared your share, Hermione, do you need..."

Hermione was so angry that she turned her head away from them.

Harry didn't speak, but when things came, he hesitated instead. He couldn't help asking himself: If Fred and George were really successful, would he want to put his name in?

The twins walked into the age limit and waved to Felix who was smiling.

"We love you so much, Professor." Fred said.

For a moment, Hermione thought they had succeeded, but then she heard a sizzling sound. The twins were thrown out of the golden circle, and Li Jordan pulled back his legs in horror.

The twins got up from the ground "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhqh Even the twins themselves couldn't help but laugh.

Felix walked over from the wall, looked at them carefully, and said teasingly: "I heard that Miss Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers from Hufflepuff were taken to the school hospital in the morning. I think, There must be little wizards who don’t believe in evil. So I’m here to watch..."

Fred and George looked at him sadly, the beards on their chins wafting, indescribably funny.

"I reminded you ~www.readwn.com~ Dumbledore appeared in the hall and said in a low, amused tone. He came closer, looking at the twins' shiny white beards, and said, "What's the matter? Did you find out, Felix? "

"No one succeeded. A second-year little wizard threw a ball of paper into it and was spit out by the goblet of fire..."

It may be that the demonstration effect of the Weasley twins was too obvious. After the morning episode, there were no more young wizards who tried to cross the age limit and were not young enough.

Hogwarts students watched eagerly as the preparatory warriors from the other four schools lined up to throw their names into the goblet of fire. The blue and white flames on the cup licked their fingers, burning violently and turning red, splashing. The starting point is Mars.

"Where are our people?" a little wizard asked eagerly.

"coming!"

Another little wizard said excitedly, Cedric, Roger Davis, Collins Foley, and Angelina walked over together, and followed the selected students.

One by one, they threw the notes into the goblet of fire, with expressions on their faces full of expectation.