A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 The little wizards are discussing enthusiastically. As fifth-grade students, they seldom come into contact with such interesting courses—every professor is pushing their potential as much as possible.

　　 Of course, to some extent, this is also the debt they owed in the previous four years.

　　 In the hallway, Warren Paldis said to his friend a little annoyed: "I can actually win, but I'm not very lucky."

　　 "You are too radical. You answered at least ten wrong questions." His friend replied.

　　 The little wizards walked out of the classroom in a hustle and bustle, Felix rubbed his sour fingers.

　　 The "stage effect" of this quiz is all made by him by magic. From Jiugongge, to score changes, and to color feedback on correct and incorrect answers, he will do it all by himself.

　　 "I made a mistake, I will change it to the tenth system next time."

　　 In the two classes in the afternoon, Felix tried it out in the sixth and seventh grades, and the results were excellent. Even the "extremely poor students" of the ancient magic texts remained awake enough in class.

　　 This made his thinking become clear.

"In the future, we can engage in more game-style teaching of this kind, but the premise is to make sufficient preparations." In the evening canteen, Felix weakly inserted a potato drenched in black sauce. After the day, he felt a little bit physically. Imaginary.

　　 If the accumulation is small, the amount of spells he casts today is obviously beyond the standard.

　　Common lounge.

　　 The twins of Fred and George are controlling magical puppets. They have already learned the second and third sets of practical magic.

This makes their battle very interesting. The magic puppet in Fred's hand will emit a circle of lightning every time he swings his fist, making a "cracking" sound. Because Li Qiaodan is too close, his hair stands upright. stand up.

　　 George on the other side didn't do too much. His magic puppet is a very popular "Fireman". Whenever he uses the iconic "Big Fireball", it will attract a lot of admiration.

　　At this moment, Percy Weasley got in from outside the lounge. He had just completed his inspection mission. As soon as he saw him, Ron in the corner turned his head sharply.

　　 The two are still in the cold war.

　　 "Ron, haven't you made up yet?" Hermione asked worriedly.

　　 "Unless he apologizes to me." Ron said stubbornly.

　　 Harry sighed, he didn't say much, after all, Ron was equivalent to carrying the pot for the three of them, losing a lot of face.

　　 "Hey! Percy, I heard you got ten points from Professor Haipu today?" a Gryffindor asked.

　　 Percy held out his chest reservedly, making his prefect badge more prominent, "Yes, Professor Haipu tried a new teaching method. I have to admit that he is quite a wise man."

　　 "You also defeated Slytherin!"

　　 Percy said modestly: "It's just a game, one more sentence, ten points, I'm ahead of my opponent by nine points."

　　 The Gryffindors were amazed again. Percy is indeed a student who has passed 12 certificates.

　　 "Nine points ahead!" Ron repeated disdainfully.

　　 Harry quickly changed the subject, "Hermione, did you ask Professor Haipu about the basilisk?"

　　 Hermione shook her head, "I rarely see the professor from Monday to Friday." Unless there is a paper that needs her to correct.

　　 "But it's too late until the weekend!" Harry said unwillingly, "In case there is an attack in the middle..."

　　 He smashed the table hard and shocked the two little wizards passing by. They gave Harry a fearful look and quickly passed him.

　　 "Look, they all thought I was the murderer!"

　　 "Harry, shall we go to Professor Haipu now?" Hermione gave him a careful look.

　　 Harry glanced at the wall clock. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. "Tomorrow." He collapsed on his chair, like a spit ball.

They basically determined that the monster in the secret room was the basilisk, and the confusion about Hermione—the basilisk’s eyes were lethal, but the two current attacks were just petrification—Harry also had his own speculation: those victims were not Looking directly at the Basilisk, Mrs. Loris is reflected through the standing water, and Colin Crevey is through the camera lens.

　　 Whether this is correct or not remains to be confirmed.

　　 At this time Ron said to him: "Harry, is the magic puppet that Professor Haipu gave you in your schoolbag?"

　　 "Yes." Harry replied feebly.

　　 He practiced several times in private, but his skills were still a little worse. He was able to control the puppet to walk normally just now.

　　 "Should we try?" Ron glanced at Percy in the crowd.

　　 "Here?" Harry couldn't make up his mind.

　　 Hermione's eyes lit up. She wanted to try it a long time ago. When the public class started, she had a soft spot for this look.

　　Ice blue hair, delicate and lovely face, perfectly hit her heart.

　　 "Perhaps... it's not a good choice..." Hermione said nonsense, but she didn't stop Harry from taking out the magic puppet from the bag.

　　 "Hey! What are you doing?" Fred came over with his arm around George.

　　 "Oh, it's just a magic puppet." Ron tried to say in a calm tone.

　　 Fred saw the puppet in Harry's hand and was taken aback, "This is not an ordinary puppet." From the outside, the two are completely incomparable.

　　 "Professor Haipu sent it." Ron said.

Fred picked up the magic puppet, "This thing..." He glanced at George, "I can hardly feel its magical fluctuations, it is more delicate than Diggory's ghost doll-it is even worse than the one we have taken apart. Farewell."

　　 "You guys have taken apart—"

　　 "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh international hihhhhhhhhhh)

　　George took the puppet and said: "One time we broke the magic puppet in our hands."

　　 "It was accidentally broken, and we were very scared at the time—" Fred said.

　　 "I'm worried about being deducted and detained—"

　　 "Or hang it up and use a whip soaked in cold water to smoke—"

　　 "So we tremblingly apologize—"

　　 "And then? What punishment did you get?" Ron asked.

　　 "No, Ronnie," Fred blinked his eyes and gave a smirk. "The professor said that we are talented in alchemy. He gave us ten points, but—"

　　George sighed, "When we put the second damaged puppet part in front of him, he resisted and didn't give us any points."

　　 Hermione rolled her eyes.

　　 George looked at this very delicate magic puppet, exclaiming from time to time, and finally he gave Harry back: "It's amazing, what did you do?"

　　 "Yes—" Ron just wanted to speak, when Hermione stomped heavily.

　　 The twins looked at each other and shrugged.

　　Fred said: "Should we show it for you? This puppet must have a lot of new features, I think you are not very skilled."

　　 "Who said that! Harry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will show you soon."

　　 Harry pulled out his wand, and under his lead, the magic puppet swayed to its feet.

　　 A few little wizards looked over from a distance.

　　 Harry tried his best to control the magic puppet, but unfortunately, at best, it could only splatter icy blue snowflakes.

　　 "Harry, you don't have enough control." Fred said the reason.

　　Ha used his wand to point at the magic puppet, and he felt that he had touched its core. So he concentrated all his attention, trying to awaken the silent magic circuit.

　　 His magic touched a world of ice and snow. The sharpness and coldness made him seem to have eaten ten popsicles in one breath, and his consciousness seemed to freeze.

　　 Harry's face turned purple with cold, and he breathed out a cold breath.

　　 "Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron stood up in a panic. At this moment, no one could see that something was wrong with him.

　　 However, the next second—

　　 "嗤嗤嗤嗤!"

The magic puppet suddenly lit up, light blue ice crystals fell one after another, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. "She" suddenly raised her arms, and a series of icy blue icicles rose from the ground, and the cold air spread to the surroundings like a rolling wave of air. .

　　 Several people watched this scene dumbfounded.

　　 In front of the palm-sized magic puppet, a row of half-person-high icicles stretched seven or eight meters away, completely icing the door of the common room.

　　 The cold icy mist filled, and the little wizard in the common room sneezed collectively.

　　 At the same time, Professor Haipu, who was far away in the office, was sipping tea and happily reading an ancient alchemy book.

　　 Next to him is the Daily Prophet of the day. Today’s front page headline is: "Good and Bad: The Great Gap between the Two New Professors" by Rita Skeeter.