A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 387: It’s very interesting

Come out of classroom No. 7 and stand 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 send it," Newt turned around and said, "I have come here occasionally 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, "Or at some point, want to be a naturalist?" Scholar?"

"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 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."

"Do you still remember what I said? Hogwarts used to have the habit of graduation trips, you can use them as a reference, go around and see more, and broaden your horizons. Some truths can only be learned by you if you have experienced them. Yes, the truth spoken by others is no more precious than a Nat."

They showed thoughtful expressions and separated beside the spiral staircase.

Collins Foley and Cedric Diggory continued down, their common room was in the basement, Roger Davies and Harry went up, until finally, only Harry remained The three walked towards 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.

Gryffindor students will defend them, but this kind of maintenance is tantamount to treating them differently, which is also not what they want. Especially at noon when they met the Creevey brothers, the 'Harry Potter admirers' club' seems to have added a new member, Colin's younger brother Daniel Creevey is more charismatic than his older brother One of the evidences is that he brought in a group of freshmen, all from the 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 then hurriedly left.

In the afternoon protection of magical animals class, Hagrid asked the students to take a snail for a walk with the excuse that the snails had grown 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. Whenever their tails emit a cluster of sparks, these snails It would suddenly advance six or seven feet, dragging the little wizard who was holding a 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 merciless taunt, because Ron's face was about to turn the color of a roasted snail at that time. Seamus said in one complaint that if If Hagrid kept letting them take care of the Blast-Enders, he'd be tempted to cast them the Explosive Charm.

This sentence aroused the hatred of the little wizards of Gryffindor, 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.

"Your complexions don't look very good, are you worried about the fire dragon?" Hagrid asked at the time.

Ron's face cooled down rapidly, and his face, which was originally flushed with anger, had turned into the color of the shell of a fried-tailed snail, which was a grayish pale color, and his calf couldn't help it trembled. 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..."

This is 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 have not been used up. According to the habit of the two of them, they will definitely make up for it today, maybe just wait at this moment Waiting for them to 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." Hermione said, "They're getting angry."

"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: "Do you want to see?" ? Let’s get closer to see it more clearly!”

The old wizard with the walrus beard in the portrait 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 those things are all back.

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

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? Will it point to 'mortal danger'?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry hesitated, "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 family members were doing things. At the twelve o'clock position on the regular clock, it is marked "Fatal Danger".

"I haven't told my family that I was selected as a warrior." Ron said, 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. There are Percy and Charlie, they work in the Ministry of Magic, and sooner or later they will know..."

"Maybe I'll wake up one day and watch them rush into the bedroom and fight me away, 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 said hesitantly, "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 wait until the weekend to confirm every day. Personal style, formulating game strategies. Other schools should have similar practices, 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 why we were chosen ? Have you all forgotten?"

He stared into Hermione's eyes~IndoMTL.com~ Hermione gave in first, and he looked at Ron again, and Ron swallowed hard.

A few minutes later.

The memory of Felix Happer 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 Haipu 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, one by one fire dragons lowered their heads, 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.