A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 375: Integrate

While waiting for the dinner to start, Byers had already become friends with Neville, and even became acquainted with Harry and his party.

"Yes, very different," at the moment, he was introducing the sorting ceremony of Ilvermorny to the Gryffindor students, "I was taken aback when I first saw it. Statues of the two founders, Aesop Searle and James Stewart, 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 dots, "that's animal statues representing the four colleges, freshmen standing in a circle against the wall, waiting to say their names. I was standing in Ge My heart was terrified, I was 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 the Gordian Knot?" Seamus asked with great interest.

Byers showed him the golden knot on his robe: "This is the thing used to fasten the school robe. It's very complicated, but this is the tradition of 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 me." He said happily.

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

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 Recruiting her, it turned out—she was worth it, and she later became 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 clucks than she was for enacting protection laws for magical creatures..."

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

Byers looked at her in surprise.

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

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

Hermione nodded, and said cautiously: "The book says that Drifrance Dane was one of the victims of the Salem Witch Trial in the seventeenth century. to show surprise."

Byers smiled and said: "You're right, but that's a word my grandmother's generation loves 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 Giggles?"

…

"Would you like some? Giggle spirits, it's as old as the Magic Council, every sip is a taste of history." asked Cormike Wilkinson, Ilvermorny's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor , he was shaking a rough magnum, and 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 and turned his head, "And you, Professor Moody, would you like some? Just one sip will make you laugh."

Moody patted the curved wine bottle on his waist, and said harshly: "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?"

Meg, 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 swig of the giggling liquor for himself, and suddenly flushed and laughed wildly. Then he began to talk loudly about the glory of his ancestors, "Charlietie Wilkinson! One of the twelve American Aurors! She is 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.

Students at Hogwarts can still hear his drunken voice from time to time, floating in the black night sky—"To Charity Wilkinson!", "To Seduard Fontana!" , "Respect the Twelve Aurors!"

"He looks **** off, the 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 is even more embarrassing is that this professor was resisted unconsciously by the cold-faced goblins. Against the subjects he taught...

Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious, laughed.

But immediately she put on a stern face 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. He used the malicious transfer spell in the seventh grade class. The students' noses were grafted to plants, bottles, books and all kinds of strange things. On weird stuff.

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

His fake eye was spinning around, staring at the students in the class, including those Ilvermorny transfer students.

Collins Foley covered his face, teary, and frantically waved his wand, and after a while——

"Boom!"

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

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

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 strive to be in the first place." Complete the coursework for the school year before starting the project.”

The little wizards below didn't respond much, and their learning progress has always been ahead. This kind of 'advanced' is relative to the assessment standards of the Wizarding Examinations Administration of the Ministry of Magic. This department is responsible for organizing students' .Ls and .level examinations.

Since Professor Haipu joined the job, the grades of the ancient runes of the little wizards have turned somersaults. For the batch of students who graduated at the end of June this year, except for one who only got an excellent (E), the rest of them got an excellent grade. To the highest grade of Excellent (O).

According to the professor, "The Ministry of Magic is too slow to react, but you can't always expect them to turn a blind eye. 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 Professor Happe. 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 race time for the first event?" asked a student raising his hand.

"It should be between the end of November and the beginning of December," Felix said: "One is to allow enough preparation time for the warriors~IndoMTL.com~ Second, it is best not to delay the Christmas ball, The time period I just mentioned almost meets this requirement.”

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

…

A week passed unknowingly, and the students of Ilvermorny melted into the ocean like a drop of water. Even if there were occasional waves, no trouble was caused. At the faculty meeting on Friday, Professor McGonagall dropped two bombs.

"The first thing is, the list of black magic that can be used 'reasonably' 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.

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

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