A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 358: What is a warrior?

Felix, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape, and Moody stood together, and Moody, leaning on a long cane, was talking loudly to Flitwick.

"It's a pity that Professor McGonagall didn't come, and she's the only one missing out of the four deans," Flitwick said.

"No need, Professor Flitwick." Moody said in a low voice, "We have discussed in advance, and we are here today just to join in the fun. I also want to see the performance of these students..."

"Minerva is going to chair the meeting, Lupine is here, and representatives of the school board must be present." Felix understood the reason and answered succinctly.

"Is it a magic lamp?" Moody said, and his magic eye turned to Felix, "I've heard of the name of Future World Company, and the "Daily Prophet" almost interviewed Diagon Alley. Everyone, ask them what they think of this building that popped up."

Sprout said: "There is also the light show at the Quidditch World Cup, but it seems that the unexpected parade has taken away the attention. I wonder if it has been affected?"

"Actually, it doesn't have a big impact. Remus also complained to me that there were too many orders and he couldn't make it through. He had to urgently recruit some more people." Felix said with a smile, he was still very satisfied with the development of Future World Company of.

Several professors were talking to each other, Snape was silent, and looked far more silent than usual. He was wearing a black robe and folded his arms in front of him.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was dark and dense. Some sat on the **** far away, spread out a blanket, and took out all kinds of food, as if they were here for a picnic, looking around leisurely.

Felix looked at several professors, "It's almost time, can we start? How about"

"We're here to watch the fun," Flitwick said sharply, "Dumbledore assigned you to be in charge of the training of warriors. Your thinking stone basin is the most suitable tool. I can't wait I have left my own memory, but I am not as good as Dumbledore, I am going to keep the memory of the year I won the duel champion..."

In the faculty lounge, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of warrior candidates. In order to make Dumbledore's assignment of Felix justifiable, McGonagall took out the memory stone basin Convincing the professors, but she still remembered the headmaster's admonition, and only briefly explained its usefulness. Later, Flitwick took the initiative to find Felix, asked for the details, and readily agreed to provide a memory.

Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Felix himself, no other professors did this. This actually shows that everyone attaches great importance to their memories, and Dumbledore's previous worries Reasonable.

Felix bowed slightly, walked to the front, and pointed at himself with his wand. His voice spread far away, as if speaking into the students' ears.

"You should see the content on the bulletin board. Today we are not selecting warriors. That is the task of the Goblet of Fire. What we have to do is to select a group of potential people and conduct special training. It is very likely that in the end Most of the warriors emerged from these people. Even if they are not, they will also serve as student representatives, receive teachers and students from the four participating schools, and participate in exchange activities.”

Felix twirled his wand carelessly, "What is a warrior?"

"The sorting hat can sort students into four colleges according to a person's most outstanding characteristics. You may think, it would be nice if there was a 'warrior hat'..."

The students below laughed softly.

"...You may also think that I will pick the most powerful student. This requires you to fight, at least let you show off your magic skills. But I must remind you, The duration of the competition is extremely long, which means that the latecomers can catch up, and the pioneers may fall behind at any time.

Strength is not the only criterion for measuring, otherwise what you do today will be meaningless. "

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and when they came, they still guessed whether it was better to compare whose spell was stronger, but there was actually no uniform standard. Harry was the best at disarming spells, but even he knew that the professors were not the only ones to consider.

But what the professor said was very different from what they thought, and he didn't seem to care about their abilities at all, which made Harry a little disappointed.

"A few of our professors reviewed a lot of data, analyzed past events, and came to some conclusions. One of them can be shared with you, that is, warriors often face the most difficult difficulties, even A test far beyond the scope of their own abilities, in that case, a slight difference in strength is not that important."

"The one who wins the championship is not always the strongest. You will find that there are more invisible obstacles blocking your way to victory... So, I made a small suggestion, starting from the definition of the warrior itself Let's go." Felix stopped what he was doing, his eyes flickered sharply, "We are back to the question from the beginning, what is a warrior?"

He stood up and looked at the crowd with a feeling of oppression. When Felix asked this question again, the students felt heavy in their hearts.

"Warriors do not represent individuals, not a certain school, but a unified name given by outsiders to Hogwarts students. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch. I would ask which house she is from, because in my eyes, she is the witch of Waggadu."

The expressions of the little wizards involuntarily became serious, and they straightened their chests. The candy that a freshman handed to his mouth was hanging in the air. They looked around and put it down. Luna clapped her hands and shook the hat in her hand vigorously.

"Since the warriors represent Hogwarts and fight for honor, I think they should have some unified characteristics"

"Brave and fearless, with extraordinary courage;"

"Knowledgeable and intelligent;"

"Honesty, loyalty, perseverance and integrity;"

"The goal is firm, calm and self-sufficient."

Felix smiled softly, "Of course, the above is just a good wish. We are lucky enough if we can get one or two words." Unknowingly, he held a A suspicious black mist.

He pointed at the black mist with his magic wand, causing it to rise rapidly, and when it flew to a high altitude close to the ceiling, the black mist suddenly fell like a cannonball, dragging a long black smoke, hitting the ground. On the ground, spread out. The little wizards hurriedly avoided, but found that the black mist did not extend indefinitely. When it swelled to more than ten feet, it stopped expanding. Instead, it twisted and turned into a looming door, hanging in mid-air, off the ground. Six or seven feet, shrouded in black mist.

Under the black gate, there are seven steps extending out. The surface of the steps is as smooth as a dark mirror, and they are connected to the ground step by step

"Go in, come out again, get the invitation card, and you will be selected." Felix said calmly. He looked at Moody, who was on crutches, and several professors next to him, and said with a smile: " Let's leave this place to the students, let's have a cup of tea together, and discuss the next training by the way."

They didn't have any objections, and they came here today to express the school's importance. The selection criteria had been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall did not show up to deal with more important matters.

They took a few steps, "By the way," Felix stopped and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have forgotten to add an age limit. Students in other grades don't really need it..."

"Don't be so troublesome! Professor Haipu," Moody said hoarsely, clenched the crutch in his hand: "The more it is forbidden, the more people will try it. This is my experience this week!"

His false eye rolled, retracted into the socket, and pointed backward with a thumbs up. The Weasley twins were peering at the black door, only a few steps away, and one of them seemed to want to touch it. The steps above ~IndoMTL.com~ The other Weasley noticed the professors turning their heads and gave him a quick hand, and they both showed identical smiles.

"You want to test the hearts of the students. This is a good move. But instead of setting restrictions and making them unconvinced, it is better to try one by one, and you can recognize how much you can do."

He tapped his wand hard, and said in a strong tone: "Not everyone can become a warrior."

Felix looked at Moody, his eyes paused slightly on him, and said kindly: "You are right, Professor Moody."

They left together. The students at the scene looked at them, watching them open the door of classroom 7 and walk out one by one. The door closed with a "bang".

It was quiet for a few seconds, the students exploded, staring at the black gate hanging in the air and shrouded in black mist, the seven smooth steps extending upward seemed to have a strange charm, attracting all line of sight.

"Gudong!"

Harry gulped.