A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 556: Grilled fish
"It's nothing to do with you," Mafalda said, poking his neck.
"Well," said Harry indignantly, "what story are you going to make up again? Harry Potter's secret army? Or Hermione Granger's ambitious recruitment of an army of house elves, determined to overthrow magic? Department?"
"Sounds good." Mafalda said, as she quickly filled out the registration form, "By the way, your outfits are ugly, like two mummies"
"Never mind," said Ron angrily. "I warn you, don't point fingers at us, and you are not allowed to arrange Harry again, otherwise I will deduct points for you, I will do what I say! Don't think you are my relative, I will let you"
Hermione pulled Ron's clothes, Ron stopped uncomfortably, and said reluctantly: "I did it for her own good, she did too much"
At this moment, a sarcastic voice intervened, "It seems that this surname doesn't give you much favor, does it? It's just a waste of effort."
"What do you want to say?" Mafalda clenched his fists and glared at Draco Malfoy.
"Pwett," Draco said softly, his gray eyes fixed on the tense Mafalda, "you said you were a distant branch of the Prewett family, but as far as I know , the number of descendants of Prewett is not large, and there are no children of the right age"
Mafalda flinched and dodged her eyes, her body trembling slightly.
"Malfoy, you really haven't changed at all, you only bully a little girl." Harry couldn't help but chimed in, and he regretted the words as soon as he uttered them, what are you talking about, he really hates these two people .
The expression on Draco's face froze, "Just tell the truth."
Mafalda calmed down, she changed the subject cleverly: "Where's your girlfriend, Malfoy? She can't take her eyes off your pointy chin for a moment, God, it's almost five minutes She won't faint, will she?"
Draco said slowly: "You mean Pansy? She went to perform her duties as a prefect."
"I don't think so." Mafalda said slyly and meanly: "I just saw that she was going to confiscate a butterbeer bottle from a student, but the bottle exploded on the floor and set her on fire. Nice dress, oh, she's unlucky," she turned and ran away.
Draco narrowed his eyes, then set his sights on Harry, "So you're famous again, Potter?" He tilted his head to one side, and Harry knew it was the Harry Potter Fan Club direction.
"Yeah," Harry said dully, he knew that Malfoy would not let go of the opportunity to mock him, some time ago Malfoy was out of his mind all day long, and he thought something would change.
"Fame is always rising, and I can't stop it. I'm actually quite distressed."
Ron laughed.
Draco looked at him, "If I were you, I would go home and look up the family tree, so as not to be mistaken for relatives if you have that thing in your house." He turned and left.
"What does he mean?" Ron frowned, staring at Draco's back.
Hermione sighed, she carefully glanced at Neville and Ginny not far away, not to let her voice spread out.
"You don't think Mafalda's surname is Prewett, do you?"
"Why not" said Ron, and his eyes widened.
Harry's mind turned quickly. Mafalda's father was Mrs. Weasley's distant cousin. Mrs. Weasley's surname was Prewett before marriage, which meant that he quickly found the template for comparison. force and him. The two of them are cousins, but one of them is named Dursley and the other is named Potter. If Dudley has a child in the future, his child will only be named Dursley, not something else, such as Potter
He also remembered that Mafalda had said that his father was a Squib, and that a Squib was looked down upon in the wizarding world. Harry almost instantly thought that Mafalda's father suffered a lot of discrimination when he was a teenager, so he didn't want his daughter to be like him. Harry firmly believed that he would do something as a father, what was it? Change a surname, the surname of a holy twenty-eight pure-blood family.
The disgust towards Mafalda in Harry's heart instantly decreased, replaced by sympathy.
Ron's reaction was a bit slow, but he also thought of what Harry had just thought of. He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, and the three of them tacitly stopped discussing this topic. But at this moment, Harry suddenly felt that the idea of pure blood was downright stupid.
Harry remembered what Nearly Headless Nick had said.
Professor Haip never talked about his origin, but this does not prevent him from becoming the banner of Slytherin House, and students in other colleges also like him, but Harry doesn't know if it is because of Professor Haip The reason why there are less homework left every time
"I said, stop thinking about it, come and help before you take off your ridiculous hats." Hermione raised her waist again and said in a teaching tone.
Harry and Ron showed their faces reluctantly, Ron didn't want his name stamped under the vomit, and Harry just wanted to stay away from the Creevey brothers. He took a sneak peek, and the "Harry Potter Fan Club" behind him was empty, leaving only an empty brown curtain.
Can't recruit people? Harry thought expectantly, and Ginny walked over quietly, "Their presents are finished."
"What?" Harry asked in astonishment.
"Gift." Ginny said calmly: "As long as you become a member of the club, you can get a whole set of photos of you for free. I think the photos are pretty good."
Harry glared at her, "You won't either"
Ginny shrugged her shoulders and admitted generously: "It's just a registration form, and it's really a good deal for those in need."
Harry's face was suddenly on fire, and he couldn't speak.
"My set is under the table, you can take a look." Ginny covered her mouth and chuckled, "I went to Luna's, she found a bunch of butterbeer plugs somewhere, and she planned to make some A necklace, I have to persuade her."
Harry sat down slowly against the table, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a large box, on which he was blinking playfully.
Felix squatted in front of a booth, in front of him seven or eight boxes were lined up horizontally, and all of them were neatly piled up with dolls of different shapes. He looked over from the first row, and the dolls were obviously more jerky, and the proportions of the characters were still a bit uncertain, and it could be seen that there were shadows of magic puppets, which might be the early works of the creators. Starting from the second row, it is much better, more refined, and there are many other shapes. A vivid Bowtruckle walks around on the box, except that its head is a bit crooked, and the leaves will glow. Lex couldn't find anything else wrong with it. And those glowing leaves are embedded with ancient demons.
"Did you use the calming circuit?" Felix asked with interest.
"Yes, Professor." Cedric was a little nervous, "I moved the contents of the twelve kinds of amulets I saw in class to this, and the effect is not bad." With the pronunciation, a leaf on the Bowtruckle suddenly burst into light, and the expressions of Felix, Cedric, and Qiu Zhang, who were shrouded in the halo, became peaceful.
"It's a bit strong." Felix commented.
Cedric smiled, "I use it occasionally when I practice magic, and it can calm my restless emotions."
Felix nodded.
Then Cedric introduced him to the dolls on the shelf one by one, "These are made by imitating magic puppets, but there are always problems with some connecting parts, and the movements are not so smooth. Later, I designed more models, not limited to In terms of combat, such as this swallowtail dog doll, its only function is to do somersaults."
"The expression on its face was vivid," Felix said.
"I combined a part of transfiguration," Cedric explained, "Using the magic circuit to store magic power can last for a long time, and it feels more convenient than alchemy."
Felix thought for a moment and asked, "Have you thought about where to work after graduation?"
Cedric said honestly: "I haven't figured it out yet."
"What do Mr. and Mrs. Diggory think?"
"The family wanted me to go to the Ministry of Magic, my father worked in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures," Cedric said, "but Collins suggested that I join the Auror team, and Fred and George, they invited me many times to their magic trick shop but I'm not too interested."
"What about your own thoughts?"
Cedric looked at the doll on the table with tender and focused eyes.
"That would be nice too," said Felix understandingly.
He has learned a lot from his conversation with Cedric. He realized that it seemed that another sub-discipline of ancient magic had appeared, which integrated ancient magic and transfiguration, and might cover alchemy, memory magic and other fields in the future. Does it just need him to give a little push to magic puppetology?
Felix has made quite a few magic puppets himself, but obviously he doesn't intend to study them further, and it would be the most ideal result to give this knowledge to someone who deserves it.
Felix finally suggested to Cedric to take a look at the penultimate row of the restricted area of the library, "Remember to be enthusiastic." He reminded before leaving.
"What's the meaning of Professor Haipu's last words? Is it pure encouragement?" Qiu Zhang looked at Cedric in puzzlement, she didn't think so.
Cedric obviously thought so too. He thought about it for a while, then suddenly smiled and said excitedly: "I think it's this." It became a group of colorful and beautiful clouds, jumping in the palm of his hand, it looked like he was holding a group of flowing aurora.
"I guess Professor Haipu left some information there, and the Zealot is the key." Cedric said with certainty.
"How did you think of it?" Qiu Zhang said happily.
Cedric faltered: "I told you, Fred and George have been hiding things in the castle in different ways recently. I know something inside. One of the ways to open the treasure point is to face a set of The armor uses ancient magic to recite Latin poems, of course, hitting the armor’s stomach seventeen or eight times can also achieve the goal.”
Felix continued to stroll around the auditorium in a happy mood. Not only the students, but many professors were also very interested in it. The burly Hagrid and Muggle Studies Professor Bubaji stopped in front of a Muggle movie poster.
Professor Bubbaji was talking quickly, but Hagrid was obviously absent-minded. He kept staring at the poster: an old monkey stood on a protruding rock, raising a newborn lion cub. Hold it up high, and under the rock are beasts bowing their heads.
Hagrid asked in a low voice: "Cartoon? Is it for children?"
The student swallowed, "Adults can watch it too, I think it's very interesting."
"Well then," Hagrid waved his arms, "where can I see it? With a magic projector?"
"Future World Company has it, and Professor Haipu also showed the film in class." The student whispered.
"Sounds good," Hagrid muttered, "do you have any good advice if I want to show it to creatures that are much bigger than me?"
"Oh, I guess" the student trilled, looking terrified, "our club doesn't consider taking members that big"
"Hello, Hagrid," Felix couldn't help but interjected.
Hagrid turned his head and said happily: "Great! Felix, I just thought of a good idea, if you can let little Gramp" His face suddenly turned red, even the woolen hat on his head Even the beard on the chin can't be covered, "Ahem, I mean, if you show it to the big man in the Forbidden Forest, the effect will be good, at least you can lose your temper less," he muttered.
"You can write and ask Remus, I remember that the company is testing new products and needs a lot of feedback." Felix said.
Hagrid left happily.
As soon as Hagrid left, Professor Bubaji came over.
She took out a bulging envelope from her body, and said angrily: "Professor Haipu, hand it over to that big talker for me, and I will make him admit his mistake on his own initiative!"
Felix blinked, "Caredy, some of his words are quite reasonable."
"But he's too arrogant," Professor Bubaji said angrily, "like a child who doesn't know anything about me, listen, only a fool would abandon the identity of a wizard, if technology can't be used by wizards If you don’t use it, then it’s only a threat, Professor Haipu, who is your pen pal? I really want to have a good chat with him face to face!”
Snape, who pretended to be passing by, froze. He stopped silently and turned his head to look at the stall in front of him. The grilled fish's eyes were meeting his.
"Would you like a bunch, Professor Snape?" a little girl asked courageously.
Snape looked away from the eyes of the dead fish, stared at Eleanor Branstone's face, and said coldly: "No need, Miss Branstone."
On the other side, Felix is patiently explaining to Professor Bubaji why his pen pal is unwilling to show up: "Caredy, you should know that in reality, there are always some people who are withdrawn, dull-spoken, and extremely uncomfortable with dealing with people. Reject"
Professor Bubbaji showed a skeptical expression, "Really? His language in the letter is quite sharp."
"Some people like to communicate through words and think more carefully." Felix said with a shrug.
Eleanor Branstone couldn't help looking at Snape who was like a sculpture curiously, wondering if Professor Snape couldn't save face, she took out a small pot from her body, and pulled out a blue streak with her wand With a blue bellflower-like flame, the flame circled the grilled fish twice, and the aroma overflowed in an instant.
Snape's nose twitched slightly.
Elinor Branstone looked at him encouragingly ~IndoMTL.com~ as if waiting for him to speak, but Snape took two steps back with a cold face, revealing Varren who was attracted by the scent.
"The walking sniffing merchant!" Eleanor Branstone shouted, pointing at Warren.
Valun proudly puffed out his chest, blinked his black eyes, and stretched out a little finger to point at the grilled fish on the shelf.
Eleanor Branstone handed it one, grinning.
Varren jumped onto the table and gave Snape a strange look, seeing that he didn't respond, so he happily ate.
It's delicious
"Hey, Varen, have you come here?" After chatting with Professor Bubaji, Felix turned around and followed Varun to the booth. He stared at the grilled fish and said to himself: "It looks good, do I have to sign up for it?" He lowered his head and asked Eleanor.
"I can also help distribute leaflets." Eleanor carefully pointed to several students not far away. They came from different colleges, but they all had a common feature: a grilled fish in one hand and a leaflet in the other.
"Sounds fair," Felix said hesitantly, "Shall I wrap the recipe, I know of a secret sauce that tastes like Severus?" he asked in surprise.
Snape looked at him blankly.
"Of course, I heard that you are the developer of the Fishbone Curse," Eleanor said.
"Stop, don't talk about it." Felix took out a piece of parchment from the ring with a stern face, "One hand for the fish and the other for the formula, deal?"
Eleanor Branstone blinked, "Deal." She glanced at Snape and handed over two grilled fish, "The extra is for you, Professor, you can give it to anyone you want OK."
"Oh, thank you." Felix took it, took a bite from one of the grilled fish skewers, then turned his head to look at Snape with a smile, "Would you like to try it? I can assure you, it's delicious Already."