The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Yeah, the two of them are not convinced that there are two warriors in Hogwarts, and they definitely don't care about cheating like disclosing the match information." Hermione nodded.

"Yes, that is to say... now only Cedric and Infalmorny's Kowalski don't know what to face." Harry said, "Cedric is the Huo who was selected by the Goblet of Fire." Gwartz's warrior, he doesn't deserve to be separated by other school's warriors because of injustice."

"What about Kowalski? What are you going to do?" Ron asked.

"Kowalski and Rove seem to be cousins. I will tell Rove about it and ask him to pass it on to Kowalski." Harry said thoughtfully, "If everyone knows, then Let's make the game fair again."

Then, he bid farewell to Hermione and Ron, and walked straight to Cedric surrounded by the crowd.

……

As Harry wished, with only three days left before the start of the game, all the warriors knew what they were going to face.

Harry also vividly remembered Cedric's disbelief when he had been prompted, as if he hadn't expected anyone to be willing to help his opponent.

"You are so stupid, really." Ron commented, "I haven't figured out a way to deal with the fire dragon yet, and I told my competitors the content of the competition first... If you don't do this, maybe you can get it." What about the No.3 result?"

"But Harry is right." Hermione's eyes were foggy, and she said with emotion, "If he got a higher score by relying on these improper information, according to Harry's personality, he will feel guilty. Long-term."

"I know it too, it's just what I said..." Ron muttered.

"Think about it. In fact, Harry's approach is also beneficial." Hermione said in a low voice, "Professor Dracula somehow learned of Harry's practice of telling other people about the competition, and praised him for doing something." Graceful things."

"Really?" Harry asked in surprise, turning his head.

To be praised by his most admired Professor Dracula, at least his actions are meaningful.

"It must be true. With the style of Professor Dracula, he might hide somewhere and secretly have fun on us!" Ron complained, "And among them, Cedric is his favorite student, and the professor must appreciate it." What Harry did..."

He looked at Hermione and said, "Now we don't lack verbal praise, do we have any practical rewards... For example, Professor Dracula gave Harry a way to deal with dragons?"

"Stop daydreaming, Ron, the professors cannot directly help the participating warriors, this is the rule of the Final Four!" Hermione emphasized.

"I also don't see that the two principals, Maxim and Karkaroff, have the idea of ​​complying with this regulation..." Ron muttered.

"Don't say that, we still have something to gain." Hermione touched the note in her pocket and said in a low voice, "Professor Dracula signed a note for me, allowing me to check the library The books in the **** area."

"This is great!" Harry said.

There was a burst of joy, "We have almost read the books about fire dragons in the usual borrowing area. If we can borrow the books in the *** area, maybe we can find a better way."

At this time, they had just finished herbal medicine class and were walking on the road between the northeast direction of the castle and the castle gate.

The three of Harry walked in a hurry, trying to race against time to finish dinner in the auditorium, and then seize the time to go to the *** section of the library to look up more information for Harry.

However, things did not go as planned, and when they reached the gate, they found that the gate was blocked by a group of people.

"One by one! Clean yourself before entering the castle!" came the annoyed voice of the gatekeeper, Argus Filch, "Look at your appearance. Shame on Gewartz!"

The three of Harry got closer, and saw a group of young wizards covered in mud, each holding a broom, confronting Filch angrily.

"How do you want us to wash up outside the castle? Take a bath in the Black Lake in December weather?" shouted a leading Slytherin student.

"I don't care how you clean it up. VIPs from other schools are guests in the auditorium, and other professors will not allow you to tarnish the image of Hogwarts!" Filch yelled with a grin.

"Then we'll wait here until Professor Snape comes to pick us up, and he will definitely let us in!" said the little wizard Slytherin angrily.

"Maybe the other professors came first? They certainly don't mind locking you up for a few days, and the bathroom on the third floor just hasn't been cleaned." Filch grinned, "You deserve it, Dumbledore The headmaster has announced that the Quidditch match has been suspended, and he secretly went outside to play ball..."

"It's just that the game has stopped. Principal Dumbledore never said that we would not let us play Quidditch by ourselves!" A young wizard shouted dissatisfied.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood there watching for a while, trying to sort out what was going on.

A few young Slytherin wizards went to the lake to play Quidditch by themselves while there was no class in the afternoon, and were splashed all over by the mud on the lake shore, so they were stopped by Filch on the grounds that they would damage the image of Hogwarts. outside the gates of the castle.

"It should have nothing to do with us." Hermione said quickly, "Let's go to the library quickly, there is not much time left."

Harry nodded, and together with Ron, she pushed through the crowd in front of her, trying to get in beside Filch.

However, Filch didn't want to let them in. Seeing Harry squeezed in from the crowd, he decisively turned his gun.

"And you! I remember you, Harry Potter. I used to come back with mud all day long, and I don't know how much it added to my workload." Filch pointed to Harry and said, "Who knows if you How about sneaking out to play ball with them?"

"It's impossible for me to play Quidditch with the Slytherins!" Harry said angrily when he was suddenly stopped.

"Yeah, you see we don't have any mud on our bodies, won't this affect the image of Hogwarts?" Ron also echoed.

However, before he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

They had just finished herbal medicine class, and they were covered in dirt from Greenhouse No. [-], and they were no better than those little wizards who went to play Quidditch by the lake.

"Mr. Filch, I'm really sorry, but we do have urgent matters now." Seeing that the situation was wrong, Hermione quickly took over the conversation and said, "Harry is going to participate in the competition tomorrow, and he needs to prepare a lot of things."

However, Filch didn't appreciate it at all, but rejected them with a cold face.

"No way! Can the warriors tarnish the image of Hogwarts?" He sneered, "I know how to play Quidditch all day long, but I don't know how to take classes honestly."

"What's the use of Quidditch? Can you win the Final Four on a broomstick?" Filch still firmly blocked the door, refusing to give them any chance to enter the castle.

This sentence of his directly offended most of the people present. It was rare for Harry to unite with the students of Slytherin in order to refute Filch and maintain the status of Quidditch.

But just as Harry was about to speak, Ron grabbed his arm.

"Harry, wait a minute, I seem to have figured out a way..." Ron stared, his eyes seemed to be shining.

He pulled Harry behind his back and rushed forward to knock Filch out of the way.

"Forget about Filch, Harry, come with me!" Ron kicked open the door and yelled, "Hermione, throw the note in your pocket, we all want to be complicated." Already!"

"Actually, we don't need to go to the library at all!"

First game

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After Ron kicked open the gate of the castle, he didn't even bother to go to the auditorium for dinner, he pulled Harry and Hermione and ran away.

He ran to the teaching area with two friends and found an abandoned classroom.

"Ron... Ron, what on earth are you thinking?" In the empty classroom, Harry gasped while holding a dusty desk, "Why do you say we don't need to go to the library?"

"Yeah, Ron..." Hermione was so tired that she didn't care about the dust in the classroom at all, she lay down on a desk and asked helplessly, "I finally asked Professor Dracula to borrow *** note, why not use it?"

"No, we really don't need to go to the library." Ron was also dressed roughly, but his eyes were shining. "We've been going in the wrong direction before. In fact, we don't need to deal with the fire dragon head-on!"

"But... how can I finish the game without fighting the fire dragon?" Harry hesitated.

"Harry, let me ask you, do you really think you will be asked to defeat the fire dragon during the game?" Ron stared at Harry with a wise face and a radiant face.

"Uh...probably not, after all, Charlie and his professional dragon trainers need seven or eight people to barely deal with a fire dragon." Harry hesitated, "I guess...maybe let us find a way to get out of the fire dragon's side." Go around?"

"Right!" Ron slammed the table, startling Harry and Hermione, "That's the crux of the problem!"

"Think about it carefully, if you want to get past the fire dragon's defense, is it really necessary to learn the magic against fire dragons? Harry just needs to be fast enough and sensitive enough!"

"Ron, what did you think of?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Harry, play what you are best at!" Ron said loudly, "Didn't Filch just satirize Quidditch as useless? Then prove it to him!"

Harry's eyes widened and his emotions grew.

"I know, broomstick!" he cried. "I can fly past dragons on a broomstick!"

But then he became frustrated again, "But according to the rules of the game, warriors are not allowed to carry any supplies other than wands... I can't bring a broom into the arena."

"No, Harry, you just need to bring your wand." At this time, Hermione stood up with a smile, and her tone was unprecedentedly relaxed, "There is a fairly simple spell, which will be taught in Charms class this semester. We've learned it!"

Harry looked into her eyes, and a very basic spell came to his mind—

"Flying Curse!"

……

At two o'clock in the morning, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was standing by the fireplace surrounded by many things—

Books, quills, a few overturned chairs, an old wizard's chess set, and Neville's Toad Rifle.

Just now, Harry finally mastered the Flying Curse.

"It's much better, Harry, I've improved a lot." Hermione lay tiredly on the sofa, but her face looked very happy.

"Huh—" Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, "Great, at least now I know what to do next time I can't learn the spell..."

The Flying Curse was originally a spell that fourth-grade students were only required to master in the next semester. He took several spell lessons but failed to learn it, but now he completely mastered it in one night.

Harry said, throwing a Rune dictionary to Hermione so he could try the Coming Charm again, "...just threaten me with a dragon, yes!"

He raised his wand again—

"Dictionary coming (ioDiary)!"

The heavy dictionary flew up from Hermione's hand, flew to the other side of the room, and was caught by Harry.

"Harry, I think you've really got it!" Hermione said happily.

"What? Did it succeed?" Ron looked up from a sofa in confusion, "Why did I fall asleep, why didn't you call me?"

"It's okay, Ron, you don't really need to stay with me so late..." Harry said.

"What are you talking about, we are the best brothers!" Ron jumped up from the sofa excitedly.

"I wish

One day it will work," Harry nodded with a smile, "but the Firebolt is much farther away than things here, tomorrow it will be in the castle, and I will be outside on the grounds..."

"As long as you really concentrate and concentrate, the magic will definitely succeed." Hermione comforted, "Harry, go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while...you need to rest."

"Relax, Harry," Ron patted Harry on the shoulder very relaxedly, "I can secretly help you take the Firebolt outside the auditorium. If anyone asks, I'll just say I'm watching Go play Quidditch after your match."

……

By the next morning, the atmosphere at Hogwarts became very tense and excited.

After the morning classes were over, Professor McGonagall announced the suspension of classes in the afternoon in the auditorium, so that all the students in the school had time to go to the field surrounded by dragons below - of course, they didn't know that they would see such an amazing fire dragon there thing.

When Harry came out of the History of Magic classroom in the last session of the morning and came to the auditorium for dinner like sleepwalking, Professor McGonagall hurried towards him from the professor's seat.

Many people stopped eating and turned to look at them.

"Potter, now the warriors are going to the competition field... You must be ready to complete the first project." Professor McGonagall said to him, pursing his lips tightly.