A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 409: Continue

The tone of December is strong wind and snow. Compared with the whole vast world, Hogwarts Castle is like a small animal wearing a white felt hat in the snow.

Like a snuffer.

A pair of Hogwarts students are standing in the courtyard chatting. "Come closer," said Eleanor, taking a locket from her thin pocket and examining it carefully. "I remember the button for adjusting the range on the edge..."

The boy next to her hesitated and sat a little closer. Caldwell watched her fiddle intently with the knobs on the locket.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"The constant temperature locket, my mother sent it to me." Eleanor lowered her head to study while explaining. "Okay!"

"What... wow." Caldwell said in amazement, he felt a warm breath seeping in through the cold clothes little by little, and he was a little uncomfortable at first, because the heat made him suddenly Realizing how cold his outer layer was, he quickly squinted his eyes comfortably.

It seems to have suddenly returned to summer.

"I said why didn't you put on a thick woolen cloak, so you have this... this thermostatic box!" Caldwell said, his face was flushed by the heat, and he hurriedly removed the wrapped cloak. Around the neck the thick scarf was loose.

"It's a constant temperature locket," Eleanor repeated, and then showed him the locket, "There are two knobs on it, one controls the range and the other controls the temperature. The product launched, my mother immediately sent it to me through owl mail.”

"Future world?" Caldwell heard another unfamiliar word.

"Oops! It's a fairly well-known company these days, and they're all in the news. Magical lantern shows, collaborations with the Weird Sisters, branches in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade...they've also launched There are more than a dozen items in the list of upcoming products, and I especially want the emerald crown."

Caldwell looked at her enviously, "You know a lot, it's not like I don't know anything."

"Because my mother is a wizard, she graduated from Hufflepuff - like me, she told me the little secret of the kitchen..." Eleanor squinted, she has a moon-white hair , with a round face.

"So don't worry, just ask me if you don't understand." She patted her chest and said.

They sat on the benches in the courtyard, watching the men and women leisurely passing by on weekends, pointing to everyone passing by.

"Look, that man is Slytherin, you can tell from the color of his scarf."

"The two girls are holding magic puppets, which are props from the ancient magic text class. I guess they are looking for a secluded place to play."

"Ha, look at that man, does his clothes look like the little wizard Mick? Especially the way he scratches his head, it's so silly..." Eleanor giggled.

Caldwell listened carefully, then pointed to a person in the distance, "It's Professor Moody!"

The two fell silent, quietly watching Moody dragging one leg, approaching and leaving from a distance. They held their breath until he turned a corner and the "creaking" sound of stepping on the snow finally died away.

"He's scary, isn't he?" Eleanor said softly.

"Yeah, you're right," Caldwell agreed, "you can't believe how horrible he was when he yelled at me the day the pick was picked, that shabby little My nose was less than three inches from mine, thanks to a young professor who saved me..."

"Stop it." Eleanor immediately remembered the scene when she was reprimanded by Professor Moody when she was dyeing the velvet in class.

Under the effect of the constant temperature locket, the biting cold wind turned into a refreshing spring breeze, which was slightly cool, which actually made Caldwell comfortable. He felt that Eleanor had adjusted the temperature of the locket too much. It was so high, the two of them seemed to be sitting by the fire in the fireplace, and the surrounding snow fainted unconsciously.

"What's that?" Caldwell said suddenly, pointing to the snow in the courtyard, "There's something down there."

"I don't know," said Eleanor, taking her wand out of her pocket and looking warily at the snow. Caldwell followed suit, but they were both first-year students and didn't Several useful spells.

"It must be a living thing!" Caldwell said, and they lifted their legs up and put them on the edge of the chair, watching cautiously as the thing in the snow made a long trail, and then walked away from them. Not far away stopped.

Just when Caldwell was thinking about whether a big mouth full of fangs would pop out suddenly, the snow puffed up a small bag, "It's coming out!" Eleanor said nervously, with one hand Grabbing Caldwell's arm tightly.

"No, don't worry, it doesn't look big... I should be able to handle it...Huh?"

As he was about to puff up for Eleanor, a pink beak poked out, followed by a furry head.

"Hey!"

Sniffing Varun raised his head, looked around against a layer of snow, paused on Eleanor and Caldwell, glanced at the direction of the courtyard exit, and burrowed into the snow again.

"What is that...it doesn't look very scary." Caldwell said, he couldn't help blushing, maybe Eleanor was too close, the temperature of the locket was too high .

"A snuffer." Eleanor said, "I heard from the prefect that a professor in the school raised a snuffer... oh, bad."

"What's wrong?"

"We missed an opportunity! The prefect said, this sniff has a lot of treasures, and no one knows what good things are hidden in its pockets, but as long as it takes a fancy to it, it will take out the treasures and exchange them with you !”

"What can a Niffler have, a nice rock?" Caldwell asked, and that was all he could think of.

"More than that, I heard that a pair of twins gave this Nixie a box of Fierce Fireworks, but they got a quill pen that can draw in the air, and the characters drawn can move... and A student gave it a glowing grass, and exchanged it for a bottle of blue bubble blowing water.”

"Blowing bubble water?"

"A bubble that can hold people in!"

Caldwell imagined Eleanor being contained in a blue bubble, and he found himself looking forward to it. But that Xixiu had already left, and he could only look helplessly at the traces left by Xixiu on the snow.

…

Sniffing Varun is enjoying a rare vacation. It has an agreement with the Great Demon King. Every time it learns a hundred words, it can go out for a walk, the kind that no one is watching.

Come out from the courtyard, walk a distance, it poked its head out again, it smelled more than a dozen familiar smells, picked one of them, and acted quickly. Occasionally, when I raise my head, I can still hear some half-understandable conversations——

"I'm only telling you, who made you my sister...Professor Trelawney predicted that bad things will happen!"

"Well," said a disinterested voice, "who will die this time?"

"Padma Patil!" The person who spoke earlier sounded unhappy, "You should learn to respect the professor."

"Sorry, Ravenclaw only respects the truly learned."

Xu Niu Varen poked his head out from the snow, and saw a pair of twin sisters who looked alike, their swords drawn, and walked back hesitantly.

"Look, it's Niuxiu! Don't go, I want to exchange things with you!" One of the witches ran towards it excitedly, and Varen was startled, and quickly got into the snow and ran away.

It was much more cautious this time. When he hears voices, he deliberately slows down. Soon, it smelled a familiar voice, no, it was three.

"Wagadou people don't live in snow houses, do they?"

"Fred, you are insulting my African friends, they have their own station... The environment is really not good, but it is definitely much better than Durmstrang, poor ghost ship, in the strong wind Swaying..." said a fast voice that didn't sound too angry.

"You really made friends with them?" Fred asked with some surprise.

"Look at my braids, brother, we are all bronze eagles tonight!" Li Qiaodan shouted the slogan of no money.

"Oh, Lee, Ravenclaw students will not be happy to hear that..." George said with a smile.

Xuanxiu quickly passed by like a black shadow, before entering the main building of the castle, he found his target.

"That's an absolutely terrible idea," said Ron.

"I don't think so ~IndoMTL.com~ said Hermione calmly.

"Don't you think it's outrageous? We squatted outside the Ilvermorny camp for two hours just to have a word with those goblins... I almost died of fright when they pointed arrows at me."

Harry remained silent. Today he wanted to sleep in on the weekend, but Hermione insisted on dragging them to interview the goblins, asking how their life in Ilvermorny was, and saying that they wanted to talk to Hogg Watts' house-elf for a comparative study.

In the end, the goblins drove them away rudely. As for his impressions...he is now numb from head to toe, and he just wants to go back and take a hot bath, and he doesn't want to talk at all.

At this moment, a black shadow sprang out in front of him. He subconsciously pulled out his wand, but stopped the moment he saw the shadow clearly, "Varen?" He shouted in surprise.

Sniff climbed up his shoulders to his head, watching Ron and Hermione fight condescendingly.

"Hey (go on)!"

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