A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 722: Eve

Last URL: Professor McGonagall did not appear for a while. She is not surprised by Felix's behavior of making some noise from time to time, and they have long discussed the possibility of incorporating Felix's magic into the school, but they failed to convince the Sorting Hat at that time. Therefore, she calmly comforted some of the frightened teachers and students before returning to the principal's office.

Felix sat on the sofa, and it seemed that he didn't even change his position - except for the rune book he was holding in his hand, which he was reading with gusto.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with scrutiny, and then asked: "A lot of gains?"

"Yes," Felix said with a smile, "it has broadened my mind a lot and gained a lot of knowledge. Although I still couldn't speak a word with the four founders in the end, it seems that I have really traveled together. .” He paused, and said with a little embarrassment, “Minerva, there is something you should know…”

"You took one-third of the school's magic power?" Professor McGonagall shouted. Felix nodded obediently, indicating that she heard correctly. After repeated confirmation, Professor McGonagall had to accept this reality, and she asked calmly, "Will it affect the school?"

"A little bit, but it won't interfere with the school's daily magical operation, heck, I think-the armor and statues in the castle will be quiet for a while, sorry for ruining your Christmas plans..."

Professor McGonagall glanced over sharply, but his voice stammered: "You know?"

"The name 'Stone Pier Dance Troupe' is a good name, it just corresponds to the spell that controls them."

Professor McGonagall looked at him expressionlessly, her mouth was tightly pursed, and her constantly bending and stretching knuckles showed that she was not in a calm mood at the moment, as if she might rush over to pinch him desperately at any time.

Felix looked at it and hurriedly said:

"...It wasn't intentional, I glanced at it when I put the Sorting Hat back, I believe that no matter who you are, you will take a second look at the comic strips in the pile of documents on the table..." Then he smiled happily Said: "Minerva, this is the first time I know that you can draw. If I were to evaluate it, I would say it is very vivid."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth and decided not to dwell on this topic. She concentrated on it, and then asked: "You need magic power very much? The current magic power is not enough?" While speaking, she suddenly glanced at Felix's rune book, and the thin pages were filled with heart-throbbing violet With ice-blue magic power, a small pocket snake swims happily around, its silver transparent body floating up and down in the pages of the book.

"It's barely enough to fight a prepared battle, but I want to do something else by the way," Felix said with his hand on his chin, thinking, "I'm not sure if it will be possible, after all, It may really be a massacre."

"Do something else? It's—"

"We have drawn so many big pies, at least one must be realized, and at the same time it is to prove to the world that wizards have a retreat at any time, and what they value is far less important than imagined."

"What do you mean?" Professor McGonagall asked in a low voice.

"Land."

They were silent for nearly a minute, and the portrait of Phineas Black on the wall stroked the goatee and said, "I can tell you, you want to be a hero alone."

"Any advice?" Felix asked politely.

"There are no high opinions, but there are a lot of low opinions," Blake's portrait said sarcastically, "Leave out the process of proving you are a fool, and I will directly state the conclusion—" He suddenly grabbed the picture frame and shouted vigorously, "Boy , you can't do this! You are the most famous archmage after Salazar Slytherin!"

"Speaking of the Archmage, Tom Riddle—"

"Let him go!"

"And Merlin --"

"Fuck his Merlin!" said the portrait of Black gruffly. "That's what Gryffindors do, but you're a Slytherin. We're brave, but not stupid, understand? No need to go it alone, At least a group of people, such as those reckless Gryffindors and silly Hufflepuffs..."

This remark immediately aroused the protest of several other college principals. Felix was deeply worried. If he hung on the wall one day, he would naturally be in the same camp as Principal Black. Thinking of this terrifying scene, he hastened to say: "There should be no one who knows the original intentions of the four founders better than me. I just talked with the Sorting Hat, remember?"

The principal portraits stopped and looked at him intently.

"Is sorting useful? It is useful. It allows us to better find companions and discover inner noble qualities-of course there is more than one quality that can be called noble. In general, some people are successful, and some people are successful. However, when the seven-year study career is over, we will be tempered by a more complicated environment than the school.”

"Don't forget, people will change. Think about how many seven years there are in your life - if you still have a chance to wear the sorting hat when you are 100 years old, where will it put you? Of course, Personally, it doesn't make much sense anymore."

The portraits looked at Dumbledore. If there is anyone who has been sorted after the age of 100, Dumbledore must be the most famous one.

"It doesn't really mean much," said Dumbledore on the canvas. "You have infinite possibilities when you are young, and you will put Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena One of Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor as a goal to strive for, when we are old, we will only become ourselves.”

The circular office was silent for a while. Professor McGonagall blew his nose, "Okay, okay, I will leave time for you to debate, Albus, there are some things you should tell me while you are alive..."

She regained her composure and said seriously to Felix: "We have to prepare as much as possible and go all out. There won't be too much time left for us. I believe you need time to digest..." She As he spoke, he strode to the desk and took out a photo album from the drawer.

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"Don't you need magic?" Professor McGonagall explained as he turned the pages, "What better place than other schools of magic that are also world-renowned? Thanks to this photo album, I have enough knowledge of other schools." Understood, I happen to know that some schools have similar defensive measures to Hogwarts, such as Beauxbatons..."

Professor McGonagall raised his head, looked at Felix who was stunned, and asked, "What's wrong?" Felix jokingly said, "Minerva, I really want to kiss you." Professor McGonagall She blushed and glared at him.

…

In mid-December, there were several snowfalls at Hogwarts School, and the Black Lake was covered with thick ice. Some of the students were trudging through the snow on the grounds, preparing to take Care of Fantastic Beasts class, and they saw the hut that Professor Hype had built by the lake from a distance.

Students have many speculations about this, but none of them has been confirmed, and the professors in the school are also secretive. The more widely circulated story is that Professor Hype was trying to formulate a strategy for the exercise a week later-yes, from nowhere, people called the visible conflict an 'exercise'.

"It's actually a fig leaf." A boy said seriously: "My father wrote to me and told me that anyone with a little brain should support Professor Haipu, the International Federation of Wizards, oh, and the International Panmagic Alliance—"

"So you put a bouquet of flowers at the professor's door?" Another student said teasingly, "Not only were you locked up, but you were also beaten all over your head by a Xixiu?"

The boy blushed, "I put a greeting card! Greeting card!"

The students around him laughed, but they all looked at the hut by the black lake with awe-inspiring eyes, but this awe did not last long. The student rushed over, waving a small glowing wooden stick with his little hand, and babbling in his mouth.

"Run!" a student shouted, and ran away, and the rest of the students quickly followed. But some people stayed behind, mostly girls, with eager expressions on their faces.

Valen blinked his black eyes, excited. This week, the big devil is busy with business, and he doesn't even have time to play cards. Only Harry, Hermione, Ron and the others will come here specially, and Luna, but even Varen doesn't know if she is lost. . In short, life is very boring, but fortunately, it has found a new pastime for itself.

Warren was wearing a delicate cloak, standing on the boulder by the lake and waving it imposingly. In an instant, the snow was rolling, and snowmen of snow and snow jumped out one after another, rushing forward behind Varun. The students who had stayed on the spot before had already been waiting in full force, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The ball flew wildly, and there was constant laughter and cursing.

Ten minutes later, the burly Hagrid stood in front of the house and yelled at them.

The battle situation was forced to stop, and both sides put on a victorious momentum, and agreed to fight another day. Warren walked towards the edge of the black lake with bold and high-spirited steps. As he walked, he found that his feet were empty and was lifted up.

Varen turned his head and opened his mouth to Hermione who was approaching on tiptoe, and Hermione smiled.

"Let's go, let's go to class together, Professor Slughorn misses you."

"Maybe he found that a Niffler had more snacks in his pocket than he did." Ron muttered in a low voice, and Harry grinned, "But we have to admit that Professor Slughorn can always find a suitable one." excuse - this time for what?" He turned to Hermione.

"Oh, I heard he found two hibernating dormouse in the pot." Hermione replied with a grin.

"Why, does Varen want to incorporate them?" Harry asked in surprise, and Varen barked at him.

They walked towards the castle, occasionally stopping on the stone steps to look at the huts by the black lake covered by wind and snow, and silently stopped talking. At the gate of the castle, Harry suddenly said, "I'm going to follow Mr. Dorje's advice."

"What?" Ron asked afterward.

"Graduation trip."

"Oh, you said that," Ron said slowly, "I'm not sure... a few months should be fine, but... Hermione, what about you?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I should go directly to the Ministry of Magic, as soon as I graduate. Ms. Burns said that there is a shortage of manpower-people who know both sides well, my plan is to stay in the Ministry of Magic for a few years, and then look for opportunities Transfer outside, go out and take a look. The "Confederation and Alliance Charter" mentioned many departments that are still in preparation, and I think the observer of the Pan-Magic Alliance is very suitable for me..."

Ron stroked his chin.

"So you go abroad first and then return to China, and you are ready to go abroad at any time."

"Precisely summed it up," said Harry.

No one mentioned the possibility of accidents, as if full of confidence in the future~IndoMTL.com~ They walked into the castle and glanced inside when they passed the auditorium. The Christmas tree stood upright. Harry glanced at the empty table, which would soon be filled with fat roast turkeys, hills of roast meat and boiled potatoes, delicious little sausages, buttery peas, thick gravy and lingonberry sauce. ...

Of course there are Christmas crackers, Harry recalled the scene of the last Christmas dinner:

He and Ron drew sailor hats, which were far less brilliant than the tiger fur hats and parrot hats they wore, and then he thought of the two people who were destined to not be able to attend this Christmas, wearing deer hats and smiling persuasively. Eat more Dumbledore, and Grindelwald who got the red Christmas hat, when he was still pretending to be Professor Bagshot...

…

Felix was lying on the simple little bed, in a state of half-dream and half-awake, staring at the thick and colorful rune book supported by a mass of soft violet light and ice blue light, a The little snake swims around in the pages of the book——

That's his Patronus, the new Patronus.

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