A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 Friday.

　　 At the beginning of a new day, the little wizards are still discussing yesterday's public class with great interest. This enthusiasm is like a sea wave, surging, and injects a boost to the ordinary campus life.

　　 What was the topic they discussed the other day?

　　 The perfect and handsome Professor Lockhart?

　　 But now the news has blown away, not only because Lockhart’s performance in class is disappointing—even the word "disappointment" is the result of some true love fans' comments.

　　 More importantly, Professor Haipu has become a new generation of idol professors, and has a faint tendency to replace Professor Lockhart, who has the title of "Popular Lover".

　　 This irritated a certain Dark Arts professor.

　　 Lockhart kept walking in circles in the office, his smooth and light golden hair was a little faint, and the dozens of portraits hanging in the office showed the same irritable expression.

　　 "I have to think of a way, yes, think of a way...Oh my God! He is such a provocative hand!"

　　Before he came to Hogwarts, he thought that the only person qualified to compete with him for the headline page of the Daily Prophet was the famous Harry Potter, and he was mentally prepared for this. But now he has to admit that he has encountered a strong competitor.

This reminded him of Rita Skeeter, a nasty woman. A few years ago, he also competed with that Skeeter for the title of best best-selling author. Although he lost in the end, it was because that woman was cheating. , She even broke the black history of his school in the newspaper!

　　 However, I am not easy to mess with myself. Doesn't Skeeter know how bad his popularity was when he was in school?

　　Professor Lockhart loosened the robes tied tightly around his chest. It was really a passionate time! He felt his desire to fight was back again.

　　 "A difficult opponent, huh?" He stopped in front of a waiting mirror, cheering for himself, "Gidro, you are now facing a battle, and someone wants to compare you! What do you do!"

　　 Seeing himself in the mirror, he relaxed a little. With such a handsome face, how could he lose?

　　 Not to mention the episode that took place in this small office, Felix’s popularity index has exceeded a new high among the large and small wizard groups, and everyone is looking forward to his formal teaching.

　　 "Maybe he will continue the magic puppet battle in class? You know, many people didn't turn around yesterday." Ron grabbed the beef patties with his left hand, and stuck a potato with a fork in his right hand. His mouth was not idle.

　　 "Perhaps, but we are only in the second grade, remember, Ron? We have to wait at least a year for his class." Harry said more rationally.

Ron's eyes widened. "Harry, you ruined my first dream of the year." He touched him with his arm. "Do you know what I'm thinking? I just imagined hitting Malfoy with a magic puppet. Fuck piss..."

Ron closed his eyes and made an expression of fantasy, "Malfoy's robe was lit by a fireball. He wanted to hide, but it was useless. My magic puppet was too fast! He also wanted to cast a curse, but also It's useless, because the magic puppet is so small that he can't shoot it accurately!"

　　 Harry ate the pie silently. He felt that only Ron would miss the shot because his wand broke in half.

Hermione, who was reading a book while eating breakfast next to him, raised her head and corrected: "Ron, I have to remind you. Professor Haipu said in the public class that for the safety of the little wizards, the magic puppet releases only The most basic flame is not as powerful as the blazing flame curse we cast ourselves."

　　 Ron seemed to be choked on beef patties suddenly, and he couldn't speak. He didn't remember Professor Haipu saying this, but Hermione was always right in this regard. He murmured, "It's your flaming curse, neither Harry nor I, I think you forgot."

　　 Hermione snorted.

　　 "Aren't you reading the book, haven't you finished it?"

　　 "I think I only told you yesterday that there are twenty books on my book list!"

　　 Ron stopped speaking.

Harry became interested when he heard Hermione's words, and he couldn't help asking her: "Hermione, how much do you know about this professor? Ron and I missed the school dinner." He was referring to him and Ron. Driving Mr. Weasley’s car, spanning most of the British deeds.

　　 For this, he and Ron had to be in Snape's basement with trepidation, for fear that they would be expelled. Fortunately, they were neither expelled from the school nor deducted points from the college. Professor McGonagall even prepared food for them.

　　 It’s just that something like this happened. It’s impossible to return to the dinner party grandiosely. For this reason, Ron missed the sorting ceremony of his sister Ginny.

　　 Hermione quickly and fluently popularized the information she heard from the dinner, "Professor Haipu graduated from Hogwarts Slytherin College—"

　　 "Slytherin!" Ron yelled suddenly, but when Hermione glared at him, he lowered his head and gnawed at the pie.

"Yes, Slytherin. He is nine years older than us and has just graduated three years. However, he is very famous, and all the senior students in the school know him. Professor Haipu is good at ancient magic texts, spells, and transformations. Skills, studying with Muggles, and of course duels."

　　 "Duel?" Harry was a little stunned. In his impression, Professor Haipu was obviously not Lockhart's fake, but he looked polite, somewhat like a teacher in his Muggle school.

　　 It is difficult for him to associate Professor Haipu with the word duel.

"That's right." Hermione glanced around, lowered her head carefully, and said in a low voice: "It is said that he is of Muggle origin. The mysterious man just fell when he enrolled in school. The Slytherin students were not friendly to him, but... "

　　 "But what?"

　　 "But he hit them back with a spell, and Slytherin's senior students were afraid of him because they had been taught."

　　 Harry and Ron were full of fascination on their faces. UU reading www.uukａnshu.com

　　 To be honest, they want to beat a few Slytherins too.

　　 But the rumors that Hermione heard were obviously wrong. When the current seventh grade students were enrolled, Felix was in the fifth grade. Did he have to teach them? Naturally someone will teach them how to be human.

In the potions class, the little wizards were still talking about yesterday’s public class. Harry clearly saw that Malfoy was among the students in Slytherin, praising that he had a "relationship" with Professor Haipu. Brother and Professor Haipu intersect each other.

　　 Harry couldn't help thinking, maybe it was a "snout" friendship.

　　 Ron is also exaggeratingly telling the scene of his battle with magic puppets in public class. Listening to him, it seems that the battle is not the magic puppet, but he and Harry stage a real PK.

"be quiet!"

　　 Snape's voice came from the back of the classroom, and the little wizards stopped instantly. The professor walked with wind, and the black wizard robe made a "hunting hunting" sound with a pressure of +10.

　　 He looked around, his eyes fixed on Harry Potter, his whole body tightened. But Snape looked away. This time he stared at Ron and mocked in his characteristic, low voice: "Ronald Weasley...Yes, there has indeed been a lot of limelight these days. . But you should focus on how to improve your bad potions grades. I don’t want to add another T to your final paper."

　　 The Slytherin students laughed in unison.

　　 Ron's face flushed red, holding the broken wand taped in his hand, wishing to put a curse on Snape's face.

　　 "And Miss Granger, put away your extracurricular book. This is a potion class, not an ancient magic text. You are still a year away from elective courses."

　　 Hermione packed the book in a huff.