A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 550: Battle 1

When the dinner was about to end, the students were full, and the sound in the auditorium gradually became noisy.

More and more people became aware of the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore was not here tonight. They cast their eyes on the professor's seat and talked about it, and a sense of uneasiness filled the air.

Felix watched this scene silently, and Professor Flitwick's sharp voice reached his ears from two seats away.

"Minerva, is Headmaster Dumbledore caught up in something?"

"I don't know either," Professor McGonagall tightened his lips, wringing his hands together, looking very tangled. She looked at the pointing students in the auditorium, and suddenly stood up.

"Students——"

Her voice spread far away, and the auditorium gradually became quiet. Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and was about to explain, when the auditorium suddenly burst into noise from the direction of the door.

Professor McGonagall felt relieved, and Dumbledore appeared.

He stood in the doorway of the auditorium, with the dimly lit foyer behind him, but his silver-white hair and beard glistened in the light of the jack-o-lantern.

The uneasy atmosphere accumulated in the air suddenly disappeared.

Smiling, Dumbledore strode across the gap between the tables in the Great Hall, and again the conversation began eagerly, only this time the air was light and cheerful. Dumbledore stood on his star chair, and Harry noticed keenly that he had put on the white gloves again and put away the black stone ring.

"The color of the beard is back too," whispered Hermione.

Harry just stared at the conspicuous fuchsia robe and white gloves on Dumbledore, guessing whether the hands inside the gloves were intact, and didn't pay attention to the beard at all, "What did you say?" He subconsciously asked a question.

"Principal Dumbledore's beard is different from when he was fighting." Hermione whispered, stretching her neck to look at it, "but now it's back."

"Is that the case?" Ron poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and patted his stomach full of food contentedly.

"I saw that too," Neville whispered. "During the battle, the color of the headmaster's beard became darker, and it was a kind of iron gray, kind of like, like..."

"The owner of the pig's head bar!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned their eyes away from the professor's chair and looked at Neville, who nodded at them with a serious face.

"It may be a secret method." Ron said anxiously.

"I wish so," said Hermione, "but I haven't seen it in any books... well, unless the headmaster uses advanced body transformations."

"It must be so." Ron made a final decision.

"But why did Principal Dumbledore do that?" Harry asked inexplicably. The important lesson he learned from the dueling club was not to make unnecessary movements during the battle. He looked at the professor's chair again.

Dumbledore did not sit down directly, he stood in front of the chair, looking at the students in the auditorium, the voice subsided again, and people looked at him eagerly.

"Ah, excuse me, my name has been mentioned in too many newspapers recently, and I'm going to cut out all the parts that mention my name," Dumbledore said with a wink, "Owls from all over the world also fill in Filled my office, these little guys have always had a soft spot for moving things, I had to put away the silverware on the table... and after all this work, I suddenly realized that the dinner party had begun."

"I hope you can understand that for an old man, time is both the most precious and the most easily overlooked thing. I have a deep understanding of this point when I play ten-pin bowls..."

He sat down, didn't eat anything, but looked around the auditorium with a smile. After another ten minutes, when the last round of desserts disappeared from the table, the dinner party was over.

The students stood up sparsely. They moved slowly and lazily toward the door, like a pack of sloths out for food. The professors also stood up, "Severus." Dumbledore said politely, "Can you stay for a while? I have something to tell you."

The two left together.

When the others were almost gone, Hagrid also took out his wooden box from under the table, greeted Felix and Sirius, and quickly slipped away.

"Everybody's weird," grumbled Sirius.

"Are you okay?" Felix asked.

"It's okay," Sirius said vaguely, "Isn't it just punishment... I don't care, I'm used to it."

A vague, distant voice drifted from behind them.

"If I'm sure I can't stand this, I'll be put on probation—that would be too humiliating."

Sirius stared at Trelawney, "Excuse me? I don't think I've seen you before. Are you a professor at the school too?"

As if greatly offended, Trelawney flung the shawl over her body and walked away.

"She is Sybill Trelawney, the professor of divination, you have met her several times..." Felix's tone is unpredictable, in fact, his feeling for this professor is very strange —two of the prophecies he knew were fulfilled by Trelawney.

"I know," Sirius said without hesitation, "I also helped Harry with his homework in divination class, you know, to come up with ideas and so on. Children nowadays are a bit lacking in imagination..."

The Gryffindor common room.

Harry slumped drowsily on the soft armchair. He glanced at the grandfather clock at the door of the lounge. It was not yet nine o'clock. It was still early for bed, but he didn't want to do anything, Harry looked at the ceiling of the lounge, and found a rolled-up newspaper in the mezzanine between the seats.

He picked it up and saw that the photo above was a picture of Dumbledore leaning over and grabbing his shoulder. He stared at himself lying on the ground twisting and twisting like a snake, subconsciously stroking his scar.

Ron sat down next to him, the armchair trembled twice, he stretched his head over and took a look, "Dude, you were really scary back then."

Harry didn't speak, he turned a page back, it was "Re-acquainting Felix Hemp", and another page, it was "The only person he was afraid of: the greatest white wizard Dumbledore ", the fourth edition is "The Dark Mark reappears over the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

He sat up and read the article carefully.

"After that thrilling duel, a lot of delayed news spread to the country. For example, the shining wand has been confirmed to be Salazar Slytherin's snakewood staff, which is unimaginable This wand has been sleeping in front of Ilvermorny School for more than three hundred years.

It is reported that this wand was brought to the United States by a descendant of Slytherin, and following the guidance of the dark, he founded the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It can be concluded that the mysterious man coveted this wand for a long time. After getting the wand, he killed Ilvermorny principal Agilbert Fontana who came to stop him. Fontana is a descendant of the Twelve Aurors in the United States. During his tenure, he had a good reputation and led the Ilvermorny school delegation to participate in the first five-strong competition last year.

The American magic community was filled with righteous indignation and strongly demanded that the murderer who killed Principal Fontana be handed over.

…

At present, Ilvermorny has not yet elected a new headmaster. The only person who witnessed the death of Headmaster Fontana was a young Muggle professor Uriah Edmund. He was very lucky to avoid being slaughtered.

During the interrogation, Edmund said, "The battle ended too quickly. Although Principal Fontana resisted tenaciously, the opponent's moves were evil and strange, and all defenses collapsed in an instant..."

As of today, the Magical Congress of the United States has not issued a public statement. There are rumors that they sent Aurors to intercept the mysterious person, resulting in heavy losses. Headmaster Dumbledore and Ms. Burns called on all wizards to unite to fight against the mysterious man and his Death Eaters.

This message has not been confirmed. "

Harry put down the newspaper, feeling heavy in his heart.

Ron said optimistically: "Don't worry, Hogwarts can be said to be the safest place in the world. Mysterious people would never dare to come here."

"You're right," said Harry, feeling a little better.

Ron took another look at Hermione, who was writing and drawing on the table, and said in a low voice, "We can't do anything in school. Instead of worrying about this, we should care about the troubles that are close at hand."

"What trouble?"

"The Quidditch match is coming, I asked Angelina, the first match is scheduled for the weekend, we are against Slytherin. Professor McGonagall deliberately exempted us from homework this week, and Snape even The venues that can be reserved are fully booked one month in advance, Harry, everyone wants to win!"

…

On the first weekend in November, Varen went out happily, wearing a small scarf and swaggering all the way.

The ground in the courtyard was covered with a thin layer of snow, but this was nothing to it. Varen stepped on a series of small footprints, looking for the target.

"Wow! Look, it's a little rich woman."

A group of people gathered around.

Warren nodded imposingly, and pushed away a finger that wanted to scratch its chin. It jumped onto the bench in the courtyard, and then these little wizards took out the 'treasures' they had collected.

"I found a shiny pebble by the Black Lake!" said a boy proudly.

Warren shook his head, and the others also shouted.

"Valun already has a lot of glowing stones, look at mine!" A little witch mysteriously took out a small hat from her pocket, with a small shiny circle attached to it. After a while, Varen's eyes lit up.

"Hey!"

It picked from its pockets and took out a few things: a flying paper crane, a piece of ghost food, a small bottle of super bubble blowing water, and a quill floating in the air. The little witch seemed very hesitant.

"It's super bubble blowing water, choose that one!" There is a little wizard next to him.

"What is the use of this quill?" The little witch asked curiously.

Warren picked up a quill and wrote a crooked word in the air, "This." The people around were amazed again, "There really are people who can write!" Thinking of the Great Demon King, it wiped the words in the air with a guilty conscience.

"I want this," said Mafalda, eyes twinkling.

The first transaction was successfully completed, and Varen put on his little goose yellow hat and scarf, feeling very happy.

"Hey Varren, want to take a picture?" said Colin Creevey, passing by.

Warren nodded repeatedly.

Colin took the camera out of his body as if by magic, opened the camera cover, and Varun yelled. "What's the matter?" Colin stopped and asked, and Varen reached into his small pocket, took out a small wooden stick, and put on a handsome pose.

Then nodded to Colin, indicating that he was ready, and Colin took a photo of it.

"In two days, I'll give you the edited photos." He waved his hand away, "I'm going to watch the Quidditch match, after a year, I can't miss it."

Valen's eyes lit up, and he quickly completed the remaining transactions. Even the boy with the smooth pebble got a card that would make twelve kinds of laughter, and left contentedly.

Valen returned to the castle and followed the entrance hall to the stone steps in front of the castle. It set up the awning with its hands and looked at the Quidditch pitch in the distance, and began to worry that this road was too far away.

It wanted to go to the Quidditch stadium to watch the game, but it was too tiring to walk there by itself. Varun stood on the edge of the steps and looked around. At this moment, it keenly heard a voice, "... Astoria , can you save me some time..."

"What's wrong with me?" said an indignant voice.

"Professor Binns is a ghost, but he is also a professor in the school, you can't use ghost food to tease him in class..."

Just as Astoria was about to refute, she saw a Nixiu rushing towards her suddenly, with its arms outstretched to stop them.

"It's you, little guy?"

Astoria happily jumped in front of it, reaching out to touch its head, but Varun jumped away nimbly, angrily took out a small wooden stick and pointed at her.

"Geez, where did you get that wand?" Astoria said in surprise.

Daphne also took a serious look, "It's not the same as what was shown in the newspaper, it's not Professor Haipu's wand. Could it belong to some student?"

Warren shook his head again and again, took out a quill pen from his pocket, and wrote a word crookedly in the air, "Mine." It patted his chest.

Astoria "cut" and said, "It's yours, can you use it?"

Valen was so excited that he almost jumped up. He was waiting for this sentence. He waved at Astoria and put on a provocative pose.

The expression on Astoria's face was dull.

"Is it going to duel with me?" She looked at her sister blankly, and Daphne shrugged.

Astoria turned her head and found that Varen was nodding and gesticulating with her eyes: yes, that's what you think. She was stunned for two seconds, then burst into a "puchi" laugh, and winked at her sister Daphne.

"Daphne, take a look, haha, it's really interesting..."

Two seconds later, Astoria pulled out his wand solemnly and said, "Since you asked for it, I can't refuse... Chi Chi ... I forgot to tell you, when I was in the first grade It is the only one who has won the duel competition championship."

Daphne covered her face and didn't want to look at her childish sister, "Are you serious?"

"Oh, I'll be merciful." Astoria waved her hand and said, she looked at Varun with disdainful eyes, "Don't say I'm bullying you, let you do it first."

Warren turned around twice on the spot with his little hands behind his back, and then raised the small wooden stick.

A rapid whirlwind appeared out of nowhere and lifted Astoria up, and she was swept into the air ten feet, whirling with the whirlwind. Astoria helplessly—and a little bit dazedly stretched out his hand to grab it a few times, but found that he couldn't do anything. A few passers-by pointed at her, covered their mouths and sniggered, almost twisting her nose in anger.

What's even more exasperating is that during this process, Varen and Daphne stood together, looking at her with great interest, and Daphne was rocking back and forth with a smile.

After spinning in the air for nearly a minute, the whirlwind that entangled her gradually subsided. When Astoria landed on the ground, her eyes were full of stars, she was dizzy, and she couldn't even stand still. "Varen!" She became angry with embarrassment He yelled loudly, flung his teeth and claws towards Varun~IndoMTL.com~ but after walking crookedly in just a few steps, he threw himself on Daphne instead.

Astoria raised her head from her sister's arms in dissatisfaction, and found that Varen's black eyes were staring at her fiercely, and the little yellow hat and luminous patch on his head were shining in the sun.

Ten minutes later, Varen sat on Daphne's shoulders and followed them to the Quidditch pitch.

Astoria puffed her cheeks all the way.

"Varen, why did you suddenly learn magic?" Daphne asked curiously.

"Hey!"

"Professor Haipu helped you?"

Shaking his head sniffingly.

"Strange... How did I find out that your wand is inlaid with a few small gemstones? Is there any secret?" Daphne saw a clue.

Warren's body trembled, and he quickly hid his treasure in his pocket. Said nothing.

The Quidditch field was full of people. Since there was no game in the last school year, people's interest and enthusiasm for the first game of the new school year increased. Almost everyone who could come came, and the students risked their time. Severely cold, chirping excitedly.

Warren waved his hand to say goodbye to the Greengrass sisters. It smelled the smell of the Great Demon King.

It jumped off Daphne's shoulder, took out two small bottles from his pocket and handed them to them, um, it was used as travel expenses.

"Ghost food? I also have a share?" Astoria asked in surprise.

Valen nodded happily. After all, you are the first person I defeated, and you are also the 'Duel Champion'. This is the first step for the great sniffing magician Varen to enter the stage of history. Just write an autobiography, and I will definitely describe the first battle in detail...

When Varen disappeared, Daphne stretched out her hand with a straight face: "Confiscated!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Astoria blended into the crowd and disappeared.