A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Upon waking up, Felix was awakened by the loud noise in the castle.

He shook his head, and the castle in front of him seemed to have his own emotions. He knew it was an illusion, but the feeling was quite fascinating, Felix thought when he was washing, it was like every brick in the school had come alive, and he couldn't wait to participate in a grand event.

Today is the last weekend of November, and it is also the day when the school promised to recruit new student groups approved by the Student Union. Although Felix didn't think it was necessary-many clubs had already started robbing people several days in advance, and now it is estimated that they have recruited enough, but the emotion he felt when he first got up seemed to indicate that he had guessed wrong before.

Felix packed up and brought Varen to the auditorium. He found that he still underestimated the enthusiasm of these students.

The auditorium was full of voices, and it was full of students. Felix subconsciously switched to observation from the perspective of a dementor, and looking around, he felt as if he was in a cheerful ocean. Four long tables were piled up in the corners, replaced by reef-like stalls. With these stalls as the center, waves of splashes carrying strong emotions were stirred up. There are colorful flags and shouts everywhere.

Felix paced to the corner of the auditorium. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood together. Professor McGonagall's face looked a little stiff. It was difficult for her to ignore the ubiquitous violations in front of her.

"Oh, Minerva, don't be too strict." The good-tempered Professor Flivy said. He took out his wand and waved it in the air a few times like a conductor. From the tip of the stick flew out strips of colored ribbons and A group of chirping birds, these birds are flying in a neat formation in the air, catching a single student from time to time and circling around him.

Felix squinted. It seemed to be a group of young eagles? Under the golden soft down is a dense layer of bronze feathers.

He was stunned. He suddenly remembered that when the first year started, he had made similar changes to the auditorium. He transformed a large green snake on the ceiling. Severus was also involved... Felix grinned and stretched out. With fingers out, a huge bird and snake condensed in the air.

The bird's head, thin neck, blue-green feathers, freely stretched wings and shining feather feathers show a pair of peaceful amber eyes when leaning down.

The students in the auditorium were quiet, and then talked more, chattering.

"Birds and snakes! I've only seen them in pictures, but I didn't expect them to be so beautiful." Justin Finley said in admiration.

"I saw it in Classroom 7," Susan Burns said, but she also looked at the ceiling obsessively. "They are hidden in the bamboo forest, and there is ceramic town."

"What's that?" Justin asked.

"A small town made entirely of porcelain. Professor Haipu's memory also invited me to play, saying yes—" Susan Burns thought for a while, "Closed beta. That's right, that's the word. Son."

"Internal testing?" Justin understood the meaning of the word somewhat. "It sounds interesting, I don't know when it will open."

On the other side, Professor McGonagall gave Felix a fierce look. She was very uncomfortable with his polite and provocative eyes. Her chest bulged, and finally she waved her magic wand violently. The chair in the corner miraculously Turning somersaults and rushing out, they turned into golden lions of various sizes.

When Dumbledore appeared, there was a chaotic scene in the auditorium: golden young eagles soaring around, blue-green feathered birds and snakes carrying a few students across their heads, and a group of badgers squatting on the wall without blinking their eyes. Blinking and staring at Pepy Ghost underneath.

Pippi was dressed up, floating in the air with a naive attitude, and he magically did not make any destructive actions.

This only represents one thing, the thoughts conveyed by the students in the auditorium made Pippi feel happy.

Dumbledore's feet felt a daunting touch, and he lowered his head, and a fluffy lion cub was looking up at him.

Dumbledore smiled, took out his wand and pointed it down. With him as the center, the dark, cold floor turned into a grass-green blanket. Amidst the cheers, Dumbledore departed politely, looking in the crowd as he walked, and soon he found the very conspicuous person.

"Severus," Dumbledore and Snape stood side by side, taking the lively scene in the auditorium into view, playing with his thumb, "If I plan to attend a grand event, I would never wear it. A black robe."

"It's a pity that I only have clothes in this color." Snape said coldly.

"Sometimes it's good to change the taste. What do you think of silver? Or green?" Dumbledore finished speaking, staring at the students walking around in the auditorium, and for a while he whispered, "Watch Felix."

"Who?"

"Felix, Felix Hayp," Dumbledore nearly whispered.

"Are you crazy, Dumbledore?" Snape exclaimed. A dozen feet away, a student holding a Muggle movie poster shook his hands with fright. The poster floated at his feet, and Snape stared at the movie name on it with disgust, "The Lion King? The Lion King?"

The student picked up the poster with trepidation and ran away.

Snape calmed down, but his tone was even harsher. He lowered his voice and said, "Are you confused?"

Dumbledore gave a helpless expression, "I'm really old, but I'm not confused yet." But Snape still looked at him, as if to see if he was disguised by someone else, and the hook nose didn't even look at him. normal.

Dumbledore knew he had to explain. He looked at the Weasley twins waving a huge flag in the distance, and said with a sigh, "Felix is ​​doing a very dangerous thing."

"What is it?" Snape asked subconsciously, "violating the Ministry of Magic law? Has he done less of the law and discipline?"

"No, Severus, it's more serious than that," Dumbledore said. "When it comes to a person, you just need to know: to some extent, he is more dangerous than Voldemort... In short, I can't Make accurate judgments. You used to be his teacher, and only you know him best."

"No one knows Felix Hap." Snape said maliciously. "I won't be surprised if he suddenly sends you a killing spell someday."

"To be honest, I don't care much about this." Dumbledore said with a smile. "So, pay more attention to him, okay?"

...

Fred and George stood on a wooden box with a row of empty butter beer bottles in front of them. Seven or eight junior wizards squatted in front of the bottles, looking at the clusters of fireworks exploding in the bottles, showing envy. expression.

"Fireworks in a bottle!" Fred said happily, "As long as you sign up, you can get one for free." He pointed his hand to the hanging poster, which was flashing with colorful characters-"Death to guard the school rules!"

A student was deducted and confined for violating school rules by reading the big characters carefully, and was so ashamed that he could hardly see anyone from then on? Have you been ridiculed by your peers for your lame foul behavior? If you have the same confusion, all the answers are in the ‘Guard the School Regulations Club to the Death’, which will lead you to interpret the school regulations one by one, and make an authoritative analysis of the newly added items every year! Let you face seven years of school life calmly!

The student always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw a bright smiling face. "How is it?" George squeezed his eyes and said, "Is it heartwarming? Still hesitating? A rare opportunity, my friend, you can sign up first. We provide three training courses for free. If you are talented, you can quickly understand the essence... …"

Two minutes later, the boy held a butter beer bottle blankly and left.

"Be careful not to break the bottle!" George reminded him kindly behind him, and then sighed contentedly. A deliberately lowered voice suddenly said in his ear: "What are the consequences after being broken?" George was taken aback, and turned his head to look at the two students who had covered themselves tightly.

"Harry? Ron?" George said in surprise.

"It's us," Harry muttered.

George looked at them up and down for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "Hermione has been looking for you..."

"Yeah, we know," Ron said vaguely, "we avoided it twice."

Harry's gaze crossed his shoulders, and you could see the four stalls of'Frontline Observation Station','spew','Horned Snorer must exist', and'Harry Potter Admirers Club' gathered together to form one. In the loose square, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Crevey are all busy.

Harry shuddered. He knew that in the booth of the Clive brothers, the picture with the face of ‘Harry Potter’ covered the whole screen. The picture of him fighting the fire dragon hangs at the highest point. I don’t know how Crivi took it. His head occupies one-third of the picture. The other two-thirds are the ferocious Hungarian hornet, Ron and He. Min clapping in the corner, like an audience who strayed into the scene...

A group of people gathered around and pointed. Harry was horrified to discover-Draco Malfoy was staring at his photo, with no concealment of the contempt on his face. Not far from him, Mafalda excitedly pulled Dennis Crevey and asked. West, Dennis introduced her to her enthusiastically, and then she took out a small green notebook and feather pen.

"Mind if I keep a record?"

"Oh, of course not."

Two shrill voices passed through the noisy auditorium, into Harry's ears.

If he is allowed to choose, Harry is not sure who he does not want to see this scene between Malfoy and Mafalda. If it is before this school year, that person is definitely Draco Malfoy, because he He would definitely make up a bunch of nonsense to mock him, but now Harry hesitated, he had no idea what story Mafalda would make up.

Then he discovered something more frightening. Professor Haipu and Sirius walked over together, stopped in front of the'Harry Potter Admirers Club', and looked at the photos on the screen with interest. Sirius' eyes seemed to be on the screen. Glow...

"Hi, Harry." Harry was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, making him startled. Looking back, it was Luna.

"Why are you here?" Harry said in a low voice. I deeply regretted not taking a sip of the blessing potion before coming.

"Hermione has been looking for you." Luna said, "I think she is too busy, so I volunteered to help."

"A lot of people signed up?" Ron asked in surprise. Is s.p.e.w. so popular?

"Yeah, they are almost too busy to come." Luna said, blinking her big eyes.

Even though Luna could not hear the accusation in Luna's tone, Harry still felt a touch of guilt, whether it was for Hermione or Neville. After all, he is the founder of the ‘Frontline Observation Station’, but he is now giving it all away.

Harry had a slight hesitation in his heart, but after seeing Professor Haipu walking past, that hesitation was immediately thrown out of the sky. If the professor asked him about the Harry Potter Admirers' Club, he would definitely Will be ashamed to death.

...

"Can I interview you?" Mafalda asked.

"What? Me?" Dennis Crevey looked at her helplessly, and Mafalda nodded. "Oh, all right."

"Which grade are you in?"

"second grade."

"So you enrolled in school last year?" Mafalda said excitedly.

"Yes, I took that picture." Dennis pointed proudly to the picture of the Hungarian hornet.

On the other side, Sirius happily signed the registration form, "Is that all right?"

"Of course!" Colin Creevey said excitedly. He went under the cabinet and took out a big box. "All the photos are in it. They are all carefully selected by me."

Sirius happily left with a full set of photos of his godson.

"Dennis! I can't believe it. Our club has hired a professor!" Colin screamed. He turned his head and wanted to hug his brother, only to find that Dennis was gone. He glanced around, and Dennis was killed. A girl led a chat near the deserted spew booth.

Hermione, Neville and Ginny were distributing flyers for the "Frontline Observation Station", and occasionally dealt with questions such as "What is a horned snorer?" Hermione’s expression was full of anger. In order not to delay things, she deliberately joined the positions of the two clubs. As a result, there was no one on her side. None of the three freshmen that had been promised came today! On the contrary, the ‘Frontline Observation Station’ is very popular, and there is an endless stream of people who ask, and the application form is quickly filled with a thick pile.

Hermione gazed at the chaotic auditorium and thought sadly: Compared with an association for the promotion of the rights of elves, music, movies, magical paintings, and rough fights are obviously more attractive.

At this moment, a black, chubby little guy suddenly jumped onto the table.

"Hum?"

"Warren?" Hermione raised her head and watched Warren holding a special wand in one hand. The tip of the wand was shining and fluorescent, as if he was waving two light sticks. "Oh." Hermione felt warm, she picked up Warren and rubbed her face, "Fuck--" A slap-sized notebook fell out of the sniffing pocket and spread it out on the table.

"Master's Diary?" Hermione barely recognized the crooked letters on the notebook. She looked at Warren in confusion. Warren broke away from her hand in embarrassment and picked up the little notebook she had fallen. Turned his head and slipped away. Hermione thought for a few seconds on the spot, then pursed her lips and laughed.

"What is this?" a voice asked.

"The frontline observation station, you can think of it as an Auror reserve. Although it is spontaneous, we will provide professional training and..." Hermione subconsciously read the line, "Uh, professor?"

Felix smiled and nodded at her.

"Nobody cares?" he asked, looking at the stack of blank registration forms on the table.

"Maybe it's really out of season," Hermione said dejectedly.

"If you just want to attract some members, you can try the Weasley twins," Felix said. He and Hermione looked in the direction of the ‘Defend the School Rules’ club, which was overcrowded, in stark contrast to this side.

"But I don't want to—" Hermione bit her lip and said entangledly.

"Hello?" A voice intervened, and Mafalda looked at them probingly. She had just made an appointment with Dennis for an interview, and then she continued to implement the predetermined plan. "Can I get a registration form?"

Hermione stared at her, "Are you going to join s.p.e.w.?"

Mafalda shrugged, "If you agree—"

"Agree!" Hermione said immediately, "You are also interested in house elves? What do you think? In fact, I think this name is a bit outdated, but it is also very good as the first goal of the organization...I mean It is ~www.readwn.com~ which is different from my initial thoughts. I hope that the new regulations can unite all creatures with human-like intelligence, so that everyone can get what they need. Even from the consideration of force, wizards have an absolute advantage, but at this time It’s time to show demeanor..."

Felix turned the quill in his hand and listened silently, his assistant seemed to have been perfecting his ideas. In his view, equal rights are unnecessary, anyway, he will not do such thankless things. But it is still very valuable to eliminate hatred and establish a pan-magic alliance headed by wizards.

After thinking about it, he took a registration form and filled it out.

Mafalda is not used to Hermione's enthusiasm, "Oh, uh," she hesitated, "I'd better tell you something. Counting you, I've joined a total of 27 clubs... "

The joy on Hermione's face solidified.

"Are you kidding? Or did you add all the clubs that can sign up?"

"Of course not!" Mafalda said angrily: "I must have a chat before joining, at least to make sure they are not on a whim..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and it sounded very unconvincing.

The two stared at them, and finally Hermione compromised. She said wearily, "Okay, give you the form... wait, someone filled this out... Professor?" Hermione looked around, only to see Harry and Ron sneaking up from the other side. , They almost wrapped themselves as mummies.

"You-still-know-come back?" Hermione yelled at them.

"The professor left?" Harry and Ron looked dodgy, afraid to look at her. Harry said guiltily, "Great, uh, I mean... why are you here?" He turned his head and stared at Mafalda.

Mafalda raised her face proudly.