A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 352 Disguised as a ghost... Patronus (Dementor)?

According to the usual practice, Hagrid led the first-year students to ferry across the lake, while the students of other grades took a carriage and walked along the path to the main entrance of the school.

School Auditorium.

"My lord, this way please—" Peeves turned somersaults in the air, nodded and bowed, and led a strange ghost to the auditorium. To a pair of silver, emotionless eyes.

Peeves smiled and said: "Then I won't bother you, I have something to do... I have prepared a lot of water-filled balloons for the new students, don't you want to see the water balloons floating on the heads of the cute little guys?" Did it explode?"

The ghost didn't say a word, Peeves turned around and was about to leave when a big silver hand came out from under the cloak, quickly grabbed the back of Peeves' neck, and shook it vigorously.

Peeves struggled twice, but did not break free, but swayed rhythmically, fluttering, with a helpless expression on his face.

He is a spirit born from the castle, and compared with ordinary ghosts, he has stronger abilities.Ordinary ghosts can only slightly interfere with reality, but he is different. If it is more real, he can completely compare with the students who is stronger, even wrestling.

What can make him fearful is the professors in the school—as the aggregation of students' emotions, Peeves' fear of professors is carved into his bones, but at the same time, he is also a representative of naughty students, and he is always eloquent. , what he is afraid of is actually a professor who is full of majesty and integrity;

The second is powerful wizards who can influence him, such as Headmaster Dumbledore and Felix Hemp;
The third is the alternative among ghosts, such as the bloody Baron, and——

The short Peeves looked at the tall and indifferent ghost in front of him, and cursed in a low voice. The silver eyes under the ghost's cloak suddenly looked at him, and Peeves immediately put on a naive smile and kept rubbing his fingers.

The ghosts in the auditorium are discussing——

"Another newcomer?" said Nearly Headless Nick, Gryffindor's resident ghost, sentimentally.

"Looks like a tough guy," said Hufflepuff's ghostly fat friar cheerfully. "That's nice, someone needs to fix Peeves."

"Yeah, that's true." Nearly Headless Nick said, "Since Bloody Barrow left..." He looked around meaningfully, attracting echoes and condemnation of Peeves' bad deeds .

"By the way," one of the ghosts asked, "do you still have a picture of Peeves?"

"The one that pranked the twins and played Peeves with a fan and ran around the castle?" Nearly Headless Nick asked with interest. He smiled contentedly, "I have it, and I got it in exchange for five secrets."

"What about holding a viewing?" suggested the ghost.

About a year ago, it was still Felix's first year in the job, facing Peeves' provocation, he cast a confusion spell, making Peeves confuse the concept of time, mistakenly thinking that he was just born, unable to Dealing with all kinds of chaotic and mischievous thoughts of the students has become muddled.

And his old rivals, the Weasley twins, took the opportunity to conjure up two fans, took Peeves around for exhibitions in turn, and almost successfully held a party, but Professor McGonagall stopped it halfway. Many little wizards and All ghosts are very sorry about this.

Among the onlookers at that time, someone took a picture of this grand scene, and later the pictures began to spread, attracting many people to snap up them, but when Peeves recovered, he became furious and snatched most of the pictures away.

During that time, Moaning Myrtle shuttled through the girls' bathroom on every floor, telling every student about the evil deeds that Peeves bullied her.

……

At the teacher's table, Felix and Professor McGonagall were chatting about unfinished topics in the principal's office, and Flitwick joined in midway to discuss which spells fit into the "category that must be mastered".

Professor McGonagall said solemnly: "If possible, I hope that little wizards can master all the knowledge. Every lesson is very important."

"But Minerva, if we're going to do something, we've got to think about how to get the students to accept it," said Flitwick sharply.

Professor McGonagall snorted, of course she knew this, but she had too high expectations of her students.

Felix nodded slightly, "My idea is to break up these spells and divide them into different grades. For example, the disarming spell is more suitable for the third grade study and the fourth grade assessment, and the apparition may require the sixth grade study, Seventh grade assessment."

He added: "The purpose of the assessment is not to score points, but to enable them to truly master these spells. Therefore, I think that the assessment time should be as flexible as possible, and there should be no limit on the number of times."

Flitwick thought for a while and said, "That's a good idea. If the exams are concentrated in the final year, most students may procrastinate. Severus, what do you think?"

"I have no objection, and you didn't include potions," Snape said coldly.

"This..." Flitwick said hesitantly, "you are also one of the regular professors of the Dueling Club, aren't you? You should know that Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a shortcoming of the students. Fortunately, there is a Dueling Club that can make up for it." The previous part is missing."

"Lupine taught well last year," interrupted Professor McGonagall.

"I see," said Flitwick, "and Belby, they're all very nice, but . . . "

He hesitated for a moment, trying to organize his words and said, "But we all know what this class is like-each professor only teaches for one year, and I don't deny that Dumbledore has tried to find as good a wizard as possible to teach it." Teach the subject, but a good wizard and a good professor are two different things."

"Learning well by yourself doesn't mean you can teach others." Felix concluded.

"That's right!" Flitwick's eyes lit up, "That's it! A good professor needs rich experience and can understand all kinds of problems students encounter... This process may last for several years, but for this class It's impossible for a professor to do that."

"Spells and Defense Against the Dark Arts both teach spells, but they focus on completely different things. What I teach is general practical magic, of course it also includes various basic skills, and those offensive spells and defensive spells that can be used in duels Spells basically fall into the category of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"It just so happens that the professors of this course are the most unstable. If you meet a good teacher, you can learn more things. If you meet an inappropriate teacher or someone who is not good at teaching, you will make a mess of the class."

The professors were all silent, and a list of names of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors over the years popped up in their minds, and they checked their seats one by one.

Felix also thought about the professors he had come into contact with—both in school and at work. Frankly speaking, those like Lockhart were already the bottom line in various senses.Most people are just mediocre, or not good at teaching students. They often describe a simple problem in a foggy way, making little wizards confused; It is impossible to effectively solve the troubles encountered by the students.

There is also a problem hidden behind this, that is, this course has not been properly planned.Experienced professors like Flitwick and McGonagall, who teach from the first grade to graduation, are well aware of the characteristics of each student and will give targeted guidance.

Moreover, what should be taught in each grade, how much should be taught, and what kind of feedback will be given in general are also very clear.

And when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts... It is considered good to be able to teach the subject according to the script. There are very few professors like Lupine who consider students and try to make up for their lack of homework.

Most people still follow their own habits, talking here and there.East a hammer, west a mallet.

So after seven years, some students will be surprised to find that they have listened to seven classes with the same content—from seven different professors.

……

Snape snorted disdainfully at the side, isn't this the truth, there is nothing to discuss, he glanced at the new ghost in the corner a few times like a dragonfly, and felt that it had something to do with Felix, the shiny The cloak looked familiar.

Moreover, this ghost has not spoken from the beginning to the end, and put on a cold posture, so that the almost headless Nick who floated over to talk to him returned in embarrassment.

There was a noise in the foyer. The students' carriages stopped at the door. They ran into the castle against the heavy rain, chattering non-stop, and the school was immediately filled with a lively atmosphere.

Felix didn't speak anymore, his eyes lit up slightly, the ghost standing quietly in the corner of the auditorium suddenly became active, grabbed Peeves and flew towards the hall.

Students walked into the cavernous foyer, shaking off the rain with the help of torches hung high on the walls.

"Jesus," said Ron, shaking his head so hard that it sprayed water all over the place, "it's just soaked."

Harry twisted his sleeve silently, squeezing out a puddle of water.His shoes and trousers were also soaked in water, they dragged down heavily, and his hair stuck to his head wetly.

"Well, what is that -" Neville shouted, coming over in the same carriage with them, looking shocked.

The people around raised their heads and looked at the marble steps leading to the auditorium. At the entrance, amidst the flickering flames, a tall figure was hanging in the air with the light of the auditorium behind him. Silver eyes are very cold.

"What is he holding in his hand?" Farther away, someone noticed the movement here.

"A freshman?" Someone guessed, but it was too short, like a small carrot head.

"How is it possible, they should still be floating on the lake, wait—" A senior student's eyes widened, "That's Peeves!"

"Peeves in the hand? My God!"

"No, that, that's a dementor!" A student with particularly bad eyesight screamed.

The air froze instantly, and the students gasped, their bodies trembling, and they were in a mess.

"Whoo-god-guard!" Harry yelled, drawing his wand.

Silver light sprinkled on the ground, and a silver shadow flew out from his wand. It was a stag, vigorously and fearlessly leaping towards the 'Dementor'.

Harry didn't have time to think about why the Dementor suddenly appeared in the castle. He looked at his Patronus expectantly, confident that it would once again serve him as it did in the past.

"Zizi~"

Harry wondered if he had read it wrong, but the tall 'Dementor' stretched out its free hand and slammed on the stag's antlers, causing his Patronus to stop.

He blinked in disbelief, the lenses were indeed a little blurry, but such a big Patronus could never be mistaken.

Ron stammered, "This, is this the leader of the dementors? Judging by its height, it's not impossible..."

Trembling all over, Hermione took out her wand and tried to save herself, "Huh~huh~hugod——protect——"

"Call God Guard!"

A seventh grade student shouted, a silver leopard rushed up, was slapped and slapped by the 'Dementor', and the freed Peeves immediately burrowed into the wall and disappeared.

Before leaving, he exaggeratedly shouted: "The new ghost is fighting with the students! The new ghost is fighting with the students!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over, the peaked hat on her head was askew, she shouted angrily: "Peves, what the hell are you doing?" But the scene in front of her was not what she imagined, she blinked Blinking, looking at the scene.

"Minerva, it's me." The ghost had to speak, a gentle voice said.Seeing the dementor speak, this scene frightened several nearby students into a hug.

Professor McGonagall recognized his voice, and shouted at the ghost in a suffocating anger: "Felix Hap, pretending to be a ghost to scare the students, it's outrageous, let me tell you—"

"Er it was an accident, sorry Minerva, they took me for a dementor..."

Felix said in embarrassment that he never expected that someone would refer to the ghost as a dementor, and what was even more outrageous was that Harry immediately released the Patronus to attack him.

What about the brain?
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, opened and closed her nose, and let out a heavy breathing sound. This was a sign that she was going to explode, and it was usually accompanied by reprimands and deductions of points. Lix himself is a professor, and the latter will not be used.

"I'm leaving now." The ghost said hurriedly, he didn't want to provoke the angry lion. In this state, McGonagall, even Dumbledore followed his instructions, and he disappeared with a "whoosh".

Professor McGonagall's chest was rising and falling, and she glanced at the hourglass recording the college grades in the foyer. After a while, she said sternly to the drenched crowd, "What are you waiting for, enter the auditorium, hurry up!"

She headed into the auditorium, followed by dejected students, walking with a clanging sound of water, leaving behind wet footprints.

"If I were you guys, I'd try to spell the moisture out of my body."

Professor McGonagall stopped and said with a headache that it was hard to imagine that among these students, there would be a warrior representing Hogwarts who would participate in the Tournament and win glory for the school after more than a month.

(End of this chapter)