A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Hermione was noncommittal about Ron's self-deception, just snorted in response, and they went back to the common room for a short rest, then turned back to the Great Hall for lunch.

During lunchtime, the four college tables reappeared. . .

Hermione asked at the dinner table, "By the way, you were almost late this morning, what's the matter?"

"You said that," Harry gorged his mashed potatoes, his mouth full, "overslept."

"Everyone overslept?" Hermione looked surprised. Are these boys in such a good mood? Many people in the girls' dormitory have sleepless nights.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, and moved the pumpkin soup to his neighborhood, and Ron responded with a waving sausage.

Although it's not really smart to forget to set the alarm clock, but since it was a temporary initiative, the five people in the dormitory decided to forget about it. At least they got enough sleep and got up early the next day with energy, ha Leigh thinks that's enough, doesn't he?

Neville's screams were the first to wake the others up.

During the afternoon Charm practice exam, Professor Hepp didn't show up.

"He's teaching fourth graders," Terry Boot, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student, told Harry and the others. "I saw it when I was passing by."

Students preparing for exams in the foyer are struggling with their final struggles.

Ernie McMillan and his friend Justin Finlay test each other's knowledge of common spells, chanting spells and doing spell-casting movements very quickly, looking like some kind of comical dance; Parvati Patil and her twin sister stood on either side of Lavender Brown, staring and mumbling words, Lavender looking on the brink of collapse, pale, with dead hands Holding a talisman.

Every time Professor Flitwick came out to call a small group away in alphabetical order, the students in the foyer would look up in panic, as if Flitwick were taking them to some terrifyingly dangerous place.

Harry's exam sequence was sandwiched between Hermione and Ron, and when his name was called, he followed the Patil sisters straight in, only to be pulled by the short Professor Flitwick at the door. "Professor Tofody is free, Potter," panted Flitwick, who was nearly brought down.

Harry said a quick apology and trotted in.

The layout of the auditorium was different from that in the morning. There were seven or eight tables in the center, and behind each table was an examiner. Harry knew Professor Tofoday, he had just met him this morning, so he walked up to the wizard with the least looking hair, and Professor Tofoday's wide glasses lifted from the roster and looked at Harry carefully.

"Is it Potter? The famous Potter? Now, I want you to let this egg cup perform a few rolls for me..."

Outside the auditorium, Ron and Dean huddled together and whispered.

Their names were all in the back of the alphabet, and they were almost the last batch. As the number of people dwindled, neither of them was in the mood to read the notes.

"I don't know what will be tested? The person who entered has never appeared again. It's really strict."

"It is estimated to be some basic spells, floating spells, summoning spells, making teacups grow legs and so on."

Dean gave Ron a quick glance left and right, and after confirming that no one noticed them, he said to Ron in a low voice, "I heard . . . you get bonus points if you do well."

Ron was refreshed, "Tell me carefully!"

"I'm not too sure," Dean said uncertainly. "Listen to what others have said... If you have mastered any particularly advanced magic, you can take the initiative to show it, and the examiner will add points as appropriate."

Ron sighed and said pessimistically, "That's the right of a good student."

"That's right," Dean agreed. He looked at Ron sympathetically. "It must be a lot of pressure to hang out with Harry and Hermione?"

"Yeah... wait, what do you mean?" Ron blushed.

"Oh, uh," Dean, realizing he was wrong, raised his hand and whispered soothingly, "Actually, you're better than most people, you just don't show up with Hermione and Harry...they One is the first in the grade of each subject, and the other cannot find an opponent in the practice class."

Ron's expression darkened a little, and he muttered, "Actually, I'm not that good...cough!" Although he said that, his eyes glowed with excitement, looking at Dean expectantly, as if he was silently urging him to do more. Say something.

The pressure was now on Dean's side, and he changed the subject bluntly: "By the way, did you say that lighting spells count as a bonus item? That's ancient magic—"

Ron looked disappointed, but he couldn't force Dean to praise himself.

He shook his head, "Maybe it doesn't count. Everyone in the Rune Club can use lighting techniques. Do you remember the day when the army of Inferi invaded the school? How many **** of light were on our heads at that time." He said with emotion:

"It would have been possible two years earlier, but now? I bet there are at least a hundred students in the school who know this magic."

After Ron finished speaking, the two became even more depressed.

There were not many people left in the foyer now, staring at Zacharis Smith speaking in front of the hourglass at Hufflepuff, and Dean couldn't get over it and said, "I really want to punch him in the nose."

Ron grinned. "Dude, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Of course, Zacharias Smith didn't understand Ron and Dean's taunting. He was talking in an arrogant and sarcastic tone: "Oh, please, is this exam difficult?"

"Come on, he didn't even master the Patronus Charm." Ron said contemptuously, looking at Dean whose expression suddenly became stiff, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You just said, said—" Dean asked in an extremely weak tone.

"What?" Ron said in confusion. At this moment, a silver magic power spread out from the auditorium, and a huge beam of light swept over everything and completely engulfed the students who were still in the hall.

He saw Dean open his mouth in surprise, then the pessimism that remained on his face was swept away.

Ron reckoned he had the same expression. "It's Harry's Super Patronus!" he said in a somewhat exaggerated cheering voice, tiptoeing his toes and looking into the auditorium, where it seemed very quiet, just when Ron was surprised that the Patronus Charm couldn't win the whole house, it finally ended up inside. There was a roar of commotion.

"It seems that the Patronus still works." Ron said contentedly, listening to the examiners' exclamations with pleasure, "I almost forgot, I can do this magic too."

...

"The exam was interrupted for ten minutes because of you."

After the day's exam, Ron said to Harry who left early in the lounge, "But thanks to your Patronus, I was in great shape during the exam." He frowned, "It's a pity that nasty one The ghost is also dipped in the light."

"Who are you talking about?" asked Ginny, who was preparing for the final exam.

"Zacharys Smith," said Ron without hesitation.

"It's him." Ginny remembered, and she pouted, "He has been pestering Luna and me to ask questions at several club events, arrogantly, and mocking Luna's decorations."

Harry looked contradictory, admitting that Luna had a lot of personality, but not complimenting her aesthetics, but who made him think Zacharis was disgusting, so he agreed: "Yeah, he It's really annoying, yes."

They were preparing for the next day's Transfiguration exam, and Harry's mind was full of complex spell models and theoretical analysis, and he couldn't understand one question: why turning a toad into a mouse could fill an entire chapter of the textbook ? Moreover, Hermione had more than ten pages of notes extracted from the textbook, and she could even come up with three papers she had written in the past.

So when he heard someone at the door shouting "Harry - someone's looking for you -", his first reaction was that he was finally able to get out and get some air. As they passed Fred and George's table, the two of them were playing Wizards cards with Lee Jordan, discussing in whispers.

Fred waved lazily at Harry, right when he said hello.

"Aren't you studying?" Harry asked.

"We know our true level," George said.

Well, Harry thought reluctantly, then you must not know that Mrs. Weasley would drop by to ask about the twins every time she wrote to Ginny. He pushed open the door with a sullen mood, and heard the fat lady chatting enthusiastically with a familiar voice.

"Yes, I went to see it... cluck... the painting was huge, I guess it was twenty feet long... Violet and I went to see it, the students did a good job, it was spectacular... as expected It was Dumbledore who beat the Dark Lord so much... cluck..."

After Harry came out of the hole, he glanced back at the portrait of the fat lady, and as expected, there were some wine bottles piled under her portrait, her face was ruddy, she seemed unaware that someone was coming out, and her mouth was muttering.

"...It's just that I can't figure out why there is a sniff in it, and it stands so prominently..."

"Professor?" Harry exclaimed in surprise when he saw the person in the door.

Felix nodded at him. "Follow me, Harry."

Harry followed behind the professor nervously. He searched his stomach secretly, but didn't realize that he had made any serious mistakes that would allow the always lazy Professor Hepp to come to the door. He guessed that there might be something serious, and they came to a dark corridor, and the professor who was walking in front stopped.

"Your performance today shocked the examiners collectively." Felix said with a smile, "The strength of that Patronus is far beyond their understanding."

"Um—" Harry didn't know how to answer.

"I need your help," Felix said bluntly.

"Okay." Harry nodded. "What?"

"For some reason, I hope to collect some emotions, your emotions." Felix tilted his head at him, "The specific method is, you use your unique Patronus, remember not to let the magic power like in the daytime Outburst, that's so noticeable...call it out quietly, and leave the rest to me."

The shock on Harry's face hadn't subsided when he returned to the lounge.

"What's wrong? You look like you've failed your exam—" Ron said.

"That's Hermione," Harry retorted subconsciously.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and glared at him, and Harry immediately corrected: "Slip of the tongue." Ginny and Ron smiled back and forth.

"Professor Hepp came to me," Harry described to them when they had stopped. "He said he needed my Patronus..."

After a few people listened quietly, Ron said incredulously: "You mean that Professor Hepp put your Patronus in a glass bottle?"

"Shh," Harry said hurriedly. "Be quiet."

"Didn't he tell you why?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head. "No," he said honestly.

"That's weird," she rubbed her forehead lightly with one hand, "with a professor's character, if it's some kind of magic experiment, he'll be happy to tell you the cause and effect, and maybe pull you into research unless it's absolutely necessary. Confidential."

"That's what he told me," Harry said immediately, "secret for now."

"Maybe I don't want to distract us, there's an exam tomorrow." Ron guessed.

"But the professor asked me to go to him every night during this period and use the Patronus on him once." Harry said that under normal circumstances, if he took the initiative to cancel the magic, the Patronus would dissipate by itself, but the professor used a certain In a way he couldn't understand, to preserve this emotion and magic - Harry guessed it might be something like a dementor trap - thinking that in a few days, there would be a row in the professor's office. His own patron saint, he felt strange.

"If it's like you say, it must be serious and urgent," said Hermione with certainty.

They took a moment to guess why the professor did this, but they had too few clues at hand.

"Could it have something to do with... the person who can't name it?" Ginny interjected softly.

Harry's heart was pounding, but there was no basis for such speculation, and at last they resumed their boring review, Harry yawning as he turned over Hermione's transfiguration notes, originally from witnessing Professor Hepp put himself in a jar with his own eyes. The lucid brain brought back by the patron saint of swept away becomes chaotic again.

After taking the Transfiguration exam, the third day exam is Herbology, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sirius stood at the door cheering everyone on. "What if I don't do well in the exam?" a student asked timidly after a high-five with Sirius. "Don't worry, I'm no longer your professor when you get your grades," Sirius said, baring his teeth, "don't worry I'll run after your **** and curse."

After the Ancient Rune exam on Friday, Harry and Ron chatted privately, and both thought they could get at least two 'excellent'.

One is Defense Against the Dark Arts and the other is Ancient Rune.

"It's a good start, I'm sure you'll have more confidence in next week's exam." Hermione said calmly, flipping through the book.

Harry and Ron are playing a wizard card, which they borrowed from the Weasley twins. The wizard card has been transformed by the two people. When Harry cast a 'Disarming Curse', an illusory red light shot Luo. En's knight armor knocked into the air.

While Ron was drawing cards, Harry leaned forward and took the exam schedule from the table, "I'll look at the schedule for next week - Monday, Potions; Tuesday, Conservation of Magical Creatures; Wednesday, uh, It was a tough day, the morning was the astronomy theory exam, the afternoon was the divination class exam, and it's not over yet... There's an astronomy practice exam at eleven o'clock in the evening."

"I've always wondered why you haven't given up on divination? Even if Trelawney can make predictions in extremely rare circumstances, it is undeniable that what she usually teaches is garbage." Hermione asked sharply.

"Listen to me, Hermione - oh, Hurricane Curse, Harry, you lost." Ron silently recalled the taste of victory, and said, "We made up nonsense for three years just to get the divination class. .ls entrance ticket to the exam—"

Seeing that Hermione was about to chime in, he said quickly, "If you're lucky, this course will add a .ls certificate to you - even if you don't know anything, I mean it!"

Harry didn't expect Ron to come up with something else. He thought about it very seriously. The reason why he was still taking divination classes was largely due to habit, and a small part of the reason was that he heard with his own ears. Trelawney's prophecy.

Although the odds were low, Harry had a glimmer of hope: what if he could hear another true prophecy? But next time, he wanted Trelawney to be more precise, not too vague, like giving the exact date of Voldemort's death or something...

Time passed by, and the students finally ushered in the last exam.

Harry flipped open the history of magic paper on the single-person table, and browsed through the questions first, as he was accustomed to, and immediately his head was as big as a bucket. The knowledge from the stack of magical history notes he had borrowed from Hermione in the morning was trying to slip through his mind, and he didn't bother to read the content behind him, he just wanted to take advantage of the fact that he didn't forget all the tongue-in-cheek names and complicated dates. Write a few questions.

He glanced briefly at the podium, where Professor Hepp sat languidly in his chair, seemingly out of his mind.

'Today is indeed a good day to be lazy. ' Harry thought indignantly.

After another ten seconds, he found that he hadn't moved a word, so he quickly lowered his head to answer the question. As Harry had expected, he had trouble with time and historical names—especially the names of giants, goblins, trolls, centaurs, which were both convoluted and long-winded, and Harry suspected that the historians of the day were being lazy. , translated directly from their humming.

For almost two hours, Harry struggled with drowsiness.

Harry sighed resignedly when the very old Professor Tofty slowly told them that there were thirty minutes left, and instead of thinking about what was going on between Liechtenstein and the troll, he turned the paper over. To the front, there are still a few questions left blank.

He stared at the fourth question - 'Did the wand ordinance, in your opinion, facilitate or help better control the goblin riots of the eighteenth century? ’

Harry tried hard to get his numb brain moving~www.readwn.com~ The sand of the hourglass on the podium leaked slowly, the sun was just right outside, it was a suitable June weather, but he had to sit in the stuffy auditorium Thinking about the goblin riot... Harry's consciousness became more and more blurred, his head drooped uncontrollably toward the table, suspicious water stains appeared at the corners of his mouth... He found himself seeing Headmaster Dumbledore's face, the The face was no longer gentle, and the dark blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses did not have the spark of joy that they had seen in the past. He looked solemn and solemn.

He swung his wand wildly, and the power of the spell made Harry shudder, and rows of stones rolled towards him with sod and dirt in them, as if the whole earth was being dragged towards him.

But Harry was not afraid.

A dazzling green light poured from the wand he held in his hand, ghostly in the green light. He could feel a hideous smile on his face, and said in a very excited tone: "It doesn't feel good to be cursed, Dumbledore?"

"If you have any other skills, take it out, or you will be dead today!"

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