A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 412: Reply

In the next few days, the little wizards were very enthusiastic about discussing the plots of those endless and unconstrained movies, and by the way, commented on the professors in the school. The first and second grade students often looked at the senior students with envious expressions, and said sourly that the professor of Charms, Flitwick, was also very good and allowed them to play games in the last class of the semester.

"That's really good, especially when compared to other professors..." Seamus said indignantly, rushing his Potions homework, his eyes were red, as if he didn't sleep well feel like.

Even if the young wizards still had the slightest expectation of a serious Professor McGonagall, they would not unrealistically think that Snape would allow students to make noise in his class. In fact, he simply put the step of testing the antidote on the last day before the holiday, which made the little wizards tremble and dare not slack off.

Neville sat down on the empty chair next to Seamus and told him some tricks.

"Pay special attention to the amount of mistletoe berries, or your toad will never come back..."

"I don't have toads, you know, Neville."

At the side, Dean Thomas snickered and said, "He's just voicing his worries." He handed Seamus a small biscuit, and Seamus bit off half of it, chewed it viciously, and continued to write his thesis. At this moment, he suddenly grew a whole body of feathers.

Dean snorted and said, "Fred and George's canary biscuits can be bought for only seven Sickles." He put the remaining half in his mouth, and Neville Finding him sitting between two huge canaries, he looked around and his eyes were exhausted.

The people in the lounge looked at them, seeing that Neville felt uncomfortable, he picked up a custard biscuit in embarrassment, and stuffed it into his mouth——

Everyone pointed to the three canaries and laughed, "Ouch~" Angelina laughed so hard that tears flowed out.

…

On the day before Christmas, Hogwarts finally ushered in the Christmas holiday.

It was snowing heavily outside, Felix and Nixiu Valen were playing crackling and exploding cards on the sofa. Valen wanted to change the game, so he watched it use its short hands to build up the cards one by one, "Are you building a nest for yourself?" he asked curiously.

Xiaoxiu's hand trembled, and the cards ignited sparks as if they had received an order.

Felix reached out to grab it, hugged it and sat back on the sofa, with a "bang", each of them looked at the mushroom-shaped black smoke rising in a daze.

"Looks like you've learned a lot," he said to Varen.

At this time, there was a sound of flapping wings outside the window. Felix opened the window, and seven or eight owls of different sizes and colors flew in from outside, all of them carrying packages and letters with them.

"Tomorrow is Christmas." Felix said to himself, "It is estimated that a large number of readers will welcome greetings, I have to hurry up and write a reply." He looked at the corner, where there are piles of hills Like preparing a gift.

Warren watched as Felix removed the packages and letters from the owls, and provided food and water for these long-distance visitors to rest for a while, and then the owls flew away one after another, leaving only The next few linger.

When I looked back, Felix was already sitting on the high-backed chair behind the desk, and began to write a reply.

"Let me see..."

He opened a letter, after reading it, took out a quill and parchment, and quickly replied——

"Mr. Siris, I am very glad to hear from you. I have studied the scales of the Armenian mystic snake you sent, and expressed great interest in the mystical patterns on them. Whether the patterns are related to their unique magic-like abilities still needs to be studied... I wish you all the best for your investigation in the Iranian Plateau."

Felix put the letter in an envelope, and a tawny owl hopped onto the table and stretched out a leg for him to tie the reply to. Warren handed it an owl biscuit at last, and it held it in its mouth, flapping its wings and flying into the snowstorm.

This is followed by a second reply:

"Ms. Meg, Merry Christmas... No, I don't have a new book plan at the moment. There should be a pamphlet about runes, but I'm not sure about the specific content... Also, I don't think printing my own photo Good idea on the cover, but thanks for the suggestion."

The third letter was not so friendly, but Felix discovered the trap ahead of time and easily lifted the curse on it. Even the big red-brown bird that was about to deliver the letter was left ahead of time, and it was standing with its legs together in aggrieved way. Felix wrote:

"Mr. Anonymous, your pranks are as bad as your handwriting. I don't want to waste my time discussing any Muggle issues with you. I hope your messenger will deliver my return gift on time on Christmas Day."

Felix jinxed the parchment and hung the letter on the large red-brown bird. "Go, go back to your master." He said with a smile.

In the next day, he seemed busy——

"Ms. Jane, thank you for your continued support. I'm not sure if you can receive this letter. Those owls never found you and returned the letter. Maybe there is something wrong with your identity and needs to be kept secret. I understand this very well. The black market has been in turmoil recently. As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic is cracking down on illegal potions, which may be related to a batch of outflowing wolfbane potions..."

"Mr. Vera, your granddaughter has performed very well. I am already planning to raise her salary. You should definitely not let her enter the Ancient Rune Association. I believe it will take two or three years, Keremi. The income of her will exceed yours, and if you think about it a little, you will find that what she is doing now makes more sense, Mr. Vice President."

…

During the period of answering the letter, Uriah Edmund, Bethne Bach, and Byers Bach came to visit, and Byers carried three big boxes and walked at the end wheezing.

"Professor Haipu, this is a Christmas present for you..."

Uria explained with a smile: "Byles insists on holding it by himself, and Bethni wants to help him, but he is not willing."

Byers looked at him with some embarrassment, and then he said hesitatingly: "Professor Haipu, how many words has Warren learned?"

"It's still very little... I probably haven't been able to communicate with you yet. You can play Crackling Explosion, which is very good at traditional gameplay." Felix said.

Byers stared blankly at the scattered exploding cards on the table, "This, uh...Varen is really smart."

Felix sat on the sofa with Uriah and Bethany, and he took out honey tea to entertain them: "Uria, today you don't want to talk about some obscure things in front of Betheni Magic and non-magic debate, right?"

"Of course not, the main reason is that Bethany wants to visit you and bring gifts along the way." Yuria said ~IndoMTL.com~ He has been here many times recently, especially on the surface he lost his own The magic wand, training warriors can't be found on his head, and he is relatively free on weekdays.

When he was free, he would go to Felix's office to discuss some views from the magical and non-magical worlds, which would be beneficial to both of them.

While chatting, Yuria mentioned Byers, he nodded his chin in the direction of Byers, and said, "He is now the captain of the Warriors."

"That Graves..."

Uria shook his head, "His mentality is not suitable to be a captain." He talked about what happened just now, "When we came, we caught up with a very interesting scene, the warrior of Beauxbatons—that surname Delacour's, tried to invite your warrior, but he already has a partner."

"Cedric Diggory?" said Felix after a moment's thought.

"That's right," Uriah smiled, "She has great charm, but it doesn't always work..."

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