A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 389 Very Interesting
Coming out of classroom No. [-], standing in the corridor, you can see the bright moonlight outside the window, painting the sparse shrubs in the courtyard with a layer of silvery light.

"No need to deliver it," Newt turned around and said, "I've occasionally come over to replace manuscripts over the years, and I haven't forgotten my way."

Snuffing Varun stood on Felix's shoulder and waved along with everyone.

On a fork in the road, the Hogwarts warriors looked at Newt's back, feeling a surge of envy in their hearts.

"Do you want to work in the protection of magical animals after graduation like Mr. Scamander?" Felix looked at them with a smile, and asked in a confident tone: "Or at a certain moment, want to be A naturalist?"

"Professor, how do you know?" Cedric asked in surprise.He just really had an urge to follow the old man's footsteps and travel to every corner of the world to see the magical creatures that shared their magic power.

Felix smiled slightly.

"This is the personality charm of a great wizard. Their own experience alone is enough to move and fascinate countless people, and they can't wait to follow them... But you should think clearly and don't rush to make a decision."

"Remember what I said? Hogwarts had a popular graduation trip for a while, you can use it as a reference, go around and see more, and broaden your horizons. Some truths only truly belong to you if you have experienced them. Others A man's spoken word is no more precious than a Nat."

With pensive expressions on their faces, they separated beside the spiral staircase.

Collins Foley and Cedric Diggory went on down, their common room was in the basement, and Roger Davies and Harry went up until finally, only Harry was left facing Go to the Gryffindor common room.

"It's probably ten o'clock, so there shouldn't be many people in the lounge?" Hermione said expectantly.

They seemed to have turned into rare little animals in class today, attracting everyone's attention.Everyone was talking about it, the attitude of the students in the other three colleges was not good, and faintly formed an atmosphere of confrontation with Gryffindor, as if they had stolen the honor of other colleges.

The Gryffindor students will defend them, but this kind of maintenance is tantamount to treating them differently, which is also not what they want.Especially when they met the Creevey brothers when class was over at noon, the 'Harry Potter Fan Club' seemed to have added new members. Colin's younger brother Dennis Creevey was more charismatic than his older brother, One of the proofs is that he brought in a group of freshmen, from all four colleges.

So the three fled in despair.

They ran to the auditorium in one breath, finished their lunch early before the others arrived, and left in a hurry.

In the protection of magical animals class in the afternoon, Hagrid asked the students to take a snail for a walk with the excuse that the snails grew to three feet and needed to maintain a certain amount of exercise.These snails are no longer the fleshy, shellless and colorless worms in the incubator, but have grown a thick, off-white armor-like hard shell, with amazing strength.

If you only glanced occasionally, and ignored the exaggerated size of the snail, you would think these little wizards were walking a puppy on a leash.But the truth is, they are like helpless duckweed in a strong wind, or small boats in a black lake in a storm, being dragged forward by snails—every time a cluster of sparks is emitted from their tails, these snails The tail snail would suddenly advance six or seven feet, dragging the little wizard who was holding the rope behind him tottering. Lavender Brown was dragged directly to the ground, screaming horribly, struggling to get up.

Hagrid took this opportunity to express his concerns to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The three of Harry thanked Hagrid for saving them from Malfoy's relentless taunt, because Ron's face was about to turn the color of roasted snails at that time-Seamus said in one complaint, if Hagrid If Greg continued to let them take care of the Blast-Enders, he couldn't help but cast them the Explosive Charm.

This sentence aroused the hatred of the little wizards who had been grudges for a long time, and they discussed enthusiastically.Dean introduced the fried scorpions and steamed crabs he had eaten, no matter which cooking method, he can help.Even Harry got in on the act, arguing with them about whether or not the snails would turn red when cooked.

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"You guys don't look very well, are you worried about the fire dragon?" Hagrid asked at the time.

Ron's face cooled down rapidly. His face, which was originally flushed with anger, had turned into the color of the shell of a snail, which was a kind of grayish pale color. At the same time, his calf couldn't help shaking. up.In just a few weeks, the word "fire dragon" has managed to overtake spiders as his new fear switch.

Seeing Ron's expression, Hagrid didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder, and Ron sat on the ground with a "plop".

"Oh—I'm sorry! But you can't do this, at least exercise your body well, so you can run faster..."

That's why Harry and the others were so insensitive to Hagrid's reassurance, it was completely counterproductive!
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On the spiral staircase, Harry and the others slowed down their pace as much as possible. The fireworks that the Weasley twins used to celebrate last night were not used up. According to the habits of the two of them, they will definitely make up for it today. open the door.

Walking up a level of steps, two Ravenclaw girls came down head-on, glanced at them, turned their heads and walked back.

Hermione let out a long sigh.

"Didn't Cedric and the others say to help us explain?" Harry asked puzzled.

"It's only been a day, not so fast," said Hermione. "They're getting mad."

"Let's take a break here." Harry said disinterestedly. He sat on the steps and saw the portraits on both sides of the stairs staring at them intently. He suddenly burst into anger: "Want to see? Come here and see it better!"

In the portrait, the old wizard with a walrus beard who just squeezed over gave him a blank look, and left muttering.

"Harry..."

"I'm fine, just a little uncomfortable." Harry took a deep breath and said, Sirius only comforted him in the morning, and the chat with Mr. Scamander in the evening also made him temporarily forget his troubles, but now these things Everyone is back.

"If Malfoy is going to give me a nickname like Blast-End Whelk or Scarhead, I'll give him a hard time," Harry said, clenching his fists.

Hermione smiled on her originally solemn face, and then they all quieted down, each thinking about their own thoughts.

"Harry, what do you think the clock in my house looks like now? Does it point to 'mortal danger'?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry hesitated for a moment, "Probably not." He knew what Ron was talking about. There was a magical wall clock in the Burrow, which didn't show any specific time, but what each family member was doing.At the twelve o'clock position on the regular clock, it is marked "Fatal Danger".

"I haven't told my family that I was chosen as a warrior." Ron said, and he glanced at Hermione. "You haven't either?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I hope that it can be delayed for a day. Although Professor Haipe said that the Warriors can let their families come to watch the game, I refused." She said.

"I can't avoid it," said Ron grimly. "Ginny writes home every week, and Fred and George write about once a month or two, unless they get into trouble. And Percy And Charlie, they work at the Ministry of Magic, and sooner or later they'll know..."

"Maybe I'll wake up one day and watch them rush into the bedroom and fight me out, or have the owl send me a red howler letter."

"We've got to do something," said Harry, standing up.

Ron and Hermione looked up at him.

Hermione hesitated and said, "You mean classroom seven? But according to the professor's plan, we will follow Mr. Scamander's memory to learn about fire dragons in the next few days, and we will decide on everyone's style at the end of the week." , to formulate a game strategy. Other schools should have a similar approach, and all the students of Ilvermorny have asked for leave today."

"We can't always count on others, Ron, what do you say?" Harry looked at Ron.

Ron licked his lips and said slowly: "I think Hermione is right, we don't know anything yet, those magics are useless to dragons..."

"How can it be useless!" Harry shouted loudly, attracting the attention of the portraits again, but he said regardless: "Remember the professor's black hanging door? Remember what we were chosen for? You all Forgot?"

He stared into Hermione's eyes, who was the first to give in, and then looked at Ron, who swallowed hard.

After a few minutes.

The memory of Felix Hemp folded his arms, leaning against the wall, watching them casually.

"So, you plan to try the power of the fire dragon in advance?"

"That's right," said Harry, dragging Ron and Hermione.

The memory of Felix Hep stretched his head to one side, as if listening to someone in the air, the three of them looked around, but found nothing.In their expectant eyes, Memory spread his hands: "Someone disagrees. But... I think it's very interesting..."

The dark ancient wall he was leaning on gradually collapsed, each fire dragon lowered its head, and a large puddle of saliva dripped in front of the three of them.

"Do you need me to count down for you? Three—two—"

"Run!" Harry yelled.

(End of this chapter)