A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 On Monday morning, when the little wizards were passing by the bulletin board, they suddenly discovered that the content on it had been updated.

　　 A little wizard read out the content pinned on the parchment paper——

　　 "It is planned to hold the second duel course of this semester at 8 o'clock this Thursday. Little wizards of all grades are welcome to participate."

The signature of 　　 is an elegant name, Felix Haipu.

　　 "How is Professor Haipu? Isn't it Lockhart?"

　　 "Perhaps Professor Haipu snatched the duel club from him?"

　　 "That's big news!"

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, it might be a collaboration. Just like Snape in last class, he was invited by Lockhart."

　　 The little wizards talked a lot under the bulletin board.

　　 The trio stood not far away, and Harry's expression was very excited: "It's finally about to start."

　　 Ron was also full of expectations: "I hope I can learn a few powerful spells. To be honest, I feel sick this week..."

　　 Harry looked at him sympathetically, "He even asked you to copy letters from fans?"

"Yes, it's endless." Ron showed a disgusted expression, "especially a woman named Moria, who has the most letters and is most favored by Lockhart. I can recite some complete clips... …"

　　 "Don't!" Harry quickly stopped.

　　 Ron muttered, "I have heard a lot of secrets from him these days, Hermione, I know him better than you now."

　　 "But it shouldn't be, why did he do this?" Hermione asked puzzledly.

　　 "I think it might be self-defeating? He now writes an apology letter to Fudge every night." Ron guessed that Cornelius Fudge never responded to him these days.

　　……

　　 Lockhart stood at the door when the three of Harry arrived in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, his expression seemed thoughtful. When they passed by, he grabbed Ron. "You said, has my personality changed a lot recently?"

　　 A trace of horror flashed in Ron's eyes, and he stammered and replied, "No, I didn't pay attention, Professor."

　　 "Hmm...how do I feel that something is wrong?" Lockhart let go of his hand in doubt, and the trio sneaked into the classroom from him.

　　 On the seat——

　　 Harry said, "He also found something wrong, there must be a problem in it."

　　 "Maybe it was a confusion spell? Many spells have similar functions." Hermione analyzed seriously.

　　 "It's possible, every time I face him alone, I want to chant a curse to him." Ron grumbled.

　　 "By the way, those three parchments, do you have any clues?" Harry suddenly remembered something, and he asked Ron.

　　 "No, it's just an ordinary interview."

　　 "What is it?" Hermione asked with interest.

　　 Ron probably explained their origins, and she wanted to ask more, but the class soon started.

　　 In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart is still performing his own teaching performance, "I need to choose a volunteer. Today's plot is the most critical and exciting part."

　　The little wizards lowered their heads.

　　 "Ron Weasley, it's you!" Lockhart called Ron to come on stage. Thanks to last week's confinement, he finally didn't pronounce the wrong name this time.

　　 "Yes, that's it, Ron, you are an innocent villager, troubled by werewolves, you are begging for my help, yes! No matter how bitter your expression is, it's good..."

　　 Ron grimaced as a prop in Lockhart's story.

　　 "Next is my inner monologue, this paragraph is very important, you all listen carefully."

Lockhart shook his head and put on a posture of worrying about the country and the people, and said in a long voice: "Miserable people! They always face the threat of werewolves because they killed a little wolf pup who took the initiative to attack livestock. What did I do wrong! It is really sad and sigh... My conscience cannot be ignored by me!"

　　 The performance continued, Lockhart straightened his chest and seemed to be facing the compliments of the villagers. But Ron's face turned pale suddenly.

　　 Until he returned to his seat, his face was filled with a look of despair.

　　 "What's wrong with you?" Ha used his arm to push him. Is this a big blow? It's not uncommon, he still played a vampire for three weeks in a row.

　　 "I'll talk later, I'll talk later." Ron shrank himself into a ball, avoiding Lockhart's sight.

　　 On the other side, Felix is ​​teaching a fourth-grade little wizard.

　　 "Today we will learn the last set of practical magic texts. By then, your magic puppets will be able to perform all their functions."

　　The twins under the stage raised their hands: "Professor Haipu, do you have advanced knowledge?"

　　 Felix smiled, "What do you want to learn?"

　　 "For example-open other practical magic text." Fred said.

　　 Felix blinked and looked at the twins. They seemed to be good seedlings of ancient magic texts.

　　 It can be seen from the Christmas gifts the twins gave him. Of course, they are not using magic texts, but alchemy thinking.

　　 "If some of you can learn more~www.readwn.com~ I would certainly like to teach more." Felix made a promise.

　　 After class, Felix called the twins.

　　 "I want to know, do you have a clear plan for your future?" Felix asked.

　　 "We want to open a Weasley's magic trick workshop!" the two said in unison.

　　 "Hmm...like the Joko joke shop?" Felix asked.

　　 "Almost...but Joko's thoughts are still in the last century, we want to do something newer and interesting." Fred said.

　　 "Yes! We have a lot of good ideas, but due to ability, most designs can't be made." George's expression is rather regretful.

　　 "Great planning. But I think you don't have professional guidance?" Felix asked.

"Uh, when we were young, we read some books from home about the methods of making gadgets and jokes, and we also checked a lot of materials in the library, which helped us a lot, Professor Haipu." De said with a sly expression.

　　 Library? Or is it a banned book zone? Felix didn't say anything, the reputation of the twins is quite strong in the circle of professors.

　　 He simply sent out an invitation: "Next year, I will start my own Ancient Magic Club. Are you interested in it?"

　　 The twins looked at each other in surprise, "Of course, Professor!"

　　George suggested: "Professor, can't your ancient magic text club be opened in advance?"

　　 Felix shook his head regretfully, "There is less than half a year left in this school year, and I have been distracted by various things, so I have to postpone it until next year."

　　 "However, you can come to me if you have any questions," Felix said.