A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 377 Integration
By the time the dinner started, Byers had already become friends with Neville, and even became acquainted with Harry and his party.

"Yes, very different," he said at the moment, as he was introducing the sorting ceremony of Ilvermorny to the Gryffindor students. "I was taken aback when I first saw it. People—statues of Aesop Searle and James Stewart, and across the main entrance is a rotunda where we do our sorting..."

He drew a circle on the table to represent the shape of the hall, and then clicked four small dots.

"See," Byers said, pointing to the dot, "there are animal statues representing the four colleges, and the freshmen are standing in a circle against the wall, waiting for their names to be called. I was standing in front of Goldie. In the end, I was terrified, surrounded by faces as nervous as mine, and when I looked up, I could see the old students and professors on the balcony on the second floor—"

"What is a Gordian Knot?" Seamus asked with interest.

Biles showed him the golden knot on his robe: "That's it, the thing used to fasten the school robe. It's very complicated, but it's a tradition in our school, and everyone has to know it."

"Where did I say that? Oh, standing on the Gordian Knot, and just waiting to see which magic statue responded... I felt like a year had passed, and luckily the Thunderbird statue responded to me. "He said happily.

Harry felt the same way. He also took a long time to sort in his first year, but because the Sorting Hat strongly suggested that he go to Slytherin, but he insisted against it, and was finally sorted into Gryffindor House.

He couldn't help asking: "Has any freshmen encountered a situation where two statues responded to him at the same time?"

"There should be." Byers recalled: "But I haven't encountered it. This kind of situation is very rare... The most famous one is Ms. Serafina Piqueri. At that time, the four colleges wanted to recruit her. As it turned out—she was worth it, she went on to become the president of the Magical Congress of America."

"She did a great job while she was in office, but she's more remembered for withstanding the pressure and not banning cluck than she was for making the Fantastic Beasts Act..."

Hermione said sharply, "For Derry Florence Dayne's sake, what's that?"

Byers looked at her in surprise.

"Did I say the wrong thing?" Hermione asked quietly.

"No," Byers said, "You should have read the name from a book? Derry Florence Dayne?"

Hermione nodded, and said cautiously: "It is said in the book that Drifrance Dane was one of the victims of the Salem Witch Trial in the seventeenth century, and her name was later used as a colloquial word to express surprise." .”

Byers held back a smile and said, "You're right, but that's a word my grandmother's generation loved to use. The book you read must be old..."

Hermione blushed.

The little Gryffindor wizards around laughed, and it was rare to see Miss "Know-it-All" embarrassing herself.

After the laughter, Ron asked curiously, "So... what exactly is Giggle Spirits?"

……

"Would you like some? Giggles, it's as old as the Magic Council, and every sip is a taste of history." asked Cormac Wilkinson, Ilvermorny's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who was Shaking a rough magnum, the liquor inside made a stirring sound.

Felix shook his head slightly: "I can't stand too strong wine."

"Young people don't know what to buy..." Wilkinson muttered, turning his head, "And you, Professor Moody, would you like some? Just one sip will make you laugh out loud."

Moody patted the curved wine bottle on his waist, and said roughly, "I only drink my own."

Professor Wilkinson's eyes lit up, and he leaned over and asked, "What good thing is it?"

"Bad wine, I'm used to it. I used to secretly take a sip when I was stalking the Aurors." Moody knocked his cane on the floor: "Professor Wilkinson, what do you think of my proposal?"

Mag, who was two places away, turned his head away and couldn't bear to look directly.She still couldn't guard against it, and Professor Moody's "Special Teaching Concept of Defense Against the Dark Arts" was exposed on the first day, without even a day's buffer time.

"Oh, uh, this..." Wilkinson's tone became vague, "I didn't expect Hogwarts' teaching style to be so radical. I heard some rumors before, but now it seems that there must be some misunderstanding..."

He took a gulp of the giggling liquor for himself, and suddenly flushed and laughed wildly.Then he began to speak loudly about the glory of his ancestors, "Charlietie Wilkinson! One of the twelve American Aurors! She was my great-great-great-grandmother, the only two who survived to old age..."

At the end of the dinner, he was carried out of the castle by four goblins, and followed the Ilvermorny delegation towards the temporary camp on the Quidditch pitch.

Hogwarts students can still hear his drunken voice from time to time, floating in the black night sky—"Regard Charity Wilkinson!", "Respect Cedar Fontana!", "Respect Twelve Aurors!"

"He looks pissed off, that Headmaster of Ilvermorny," Felix said sarcastically.

The principal of Ilvermorny is a very well-behaved person, but Professor Wilkinson's performance today is a bit embarrassing. Perhaps what's even more embarrassing is that this professor was resisted unconsciously by the cold-faced goblins, which is really against his teaching. subject...

Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious, laughed.

But immediately she straightened her face again, and said sadly: "I'm worried that Professor Moody will cause trouble..."

Her fears became reality.

In the new week, Moody didn't care about the feelings of the new Ilvermorny students, and used the malicious transfer spell in the seventh grade class. The students' noses were grafted to plants, bottles, books and all kinds of weird things. things.

He bellowed gruffly: "Some of you have been singled out and passed the test of fear...Yeah, you think it's amazing...but it's all hallucinations in my opinion! Petty! We're going to try real something, huh?"

His fake eye was spinning around, staring at the students in the class, including the Ilvermorny drop-ins.

Collins Foley covered his face, tearfully, and frantically flicked his wand, and after a moment—

"boom!"

The effect of the spell disappeared, Collins clutched his intact nose, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Well done!" Moody limped forward. "Look, this is the effect I want. You have to learn how to deflect jinxes, learn how to break them. Ten points for Slythering!"

In the afternoon, Felix looked through the roster in the ancient rune classroom.

"Why are there two missing?"

He looked at Byers, and Byers said falteringly, "They, they are not feeling well, lying in the camp..."

Felix knew it, maybe he was frightened by Moody's curse?But there's no need to skip his class.

"Okay, students," he glanced around, "we start the class. Given that there will be various eye-catching activities this year, your thoughts are bound to be distracted... Let's work harder and try to start the first project Finish the courses for this school year before the deadline."

The little wizards below didn't respond much, and their learning progress has always been ahead of schedule.This 'advance' is relative to the assessment standards of the Wizarding Examinations Authority of the Ministry of Magic, which is responsible for organizing students' OWLs and NEWTs level examinations.

Since Professor Haipu joined the job, the ancient rune scores of the little wizards have turned somersaults. Among the students who graduated at the end of June this year, except for one who only got a good (E), the rest of them got the highest grade. Excellent (O).

According to the professor, "The Ministry of Magic is too slow to react, but you can't always expect them to ignore it. After all, the list of 'excellent' is still very conspicuous..."

"Maybe one day they will remember this and go to Hogwarts to re-evaluate the difficulty of the coursework and the assessment standards."

……

The students of Ilvermorny looked around in amazement, and the students of Hogwarts didn't seem to have any objection to the words of this Professor Hype.This made them wonder if they had misheard. Was he really going to spend three months learning a whole year's content?

"Professor, do you know the competition time for the first event?" asked a student raising his hand.

"It should be between late November and early December," Felix said. "One is to allow enough preparation time for the warriors, and the other is to not delay the Christmas ball. The time period I just mentioned is about the same. meet this requirement."

He tapped the table lightly and pulled the students into the thinking classroom.

The space is no longer restricted, it can be extended freely, clusters of fluffy flowers and tall wand trees rise up, Biles and Ilvermorny's students opened their mouths wide, and they caught it from mid-air with shocking expressions. The magic handwriting that fell from the sky.

When the fingertips touched the handwriting exuding the ancient aura, golden lights flickered, and a large amount of ancient magic text knowledge appeared in his mind, and Byers felt as if he was in a dream.

This is too unmagical...

"I will arrange the tasks." Felix said, "Read through the textbook again, and you will find that the stories inside are quite interesting..."

……

A week passed unknowingly, and the students of Ilvermorny melted into the ocean like a drop of water. Even if there were occasional waves, they did not cause any trouble.

During the faculty meeting on Friday evening, Professor McGonagall dropped two bombs.

"The first thing is, the list of black magic that can be 'reasonably' used in the Tournament agreed by the Ministry of Magic has come down." While speaking, pieces of parchment floated to the professors present.

Felix looked at the long list of spells written in black ink, lost in thought.

"Second thing, Ilvermorny's delegation asked us if we could let the preparatory warriors of the two schools practice with each other, including familiarizing themselves with and resisting the black magic above."

She said blankly: "Let's discuss it."

(End of this chapter)