A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the center of the auditorium, hundreds of candles were burning, the weather on the ceiling was like black velvet, and not a single star could be seen.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood among the Gryffindor crowd, whispering to each other.

"Harry, are your forms complete?" Hermione asked him.

"Almost," Harry mumbled, and to be honest, his form was only a third of the way through.

Half a month ago, after the last duel lesson, Hermione told him that the spark from the tip of the stick was a sign that the Disarming Charm was about to succeed, so after returning to the common room, he couldn't help dragging Ron to practice with him for half a month. Hours.

It had never been successful, and Ron, who was so sleepy, let him think of himself as Malfoy, and so could Snape.

As a result, he successfully used the Disarming Charm.

Hermione, who got the news the next day, was very envious. "Harry, you are a genius! I dare say no one of your age can do that."

Harry said a little embarrassedly, "I have a special feeling for this spell."

The little witch picked up a piece of paper from her schoolbag, "Let's go through the evaluation criteria given by Professor Haipu."

Harry was dumbfounded: "Her, Hermione, I haven't had time to watch..."

...

in the auditorium.

Ron couldn't help but interrupted and said, "Harry's disarming spell is already very proficient, and he succeeds eight or nine times out of ten, unlike me..." He suddenly grimaced: "One or two times out of ten."

Hermione took the parchment out of her robe, and the table was filled with data. She said with some anxiety, "Although I can use it, but this, this, and this standard have only just reached the standard. What if I wake up one day and suddenly can't?"

Neville, who had been listening for a long time, humbly asked Hermione for advice: "Hermione, what should I do if the form is full and I haven't mastered the spell yet?"

Hermione: "Uh..." After being stunned for a long time, she said uncertainly, "Have you tried the decomposition exercise?"

"Of course I tried, but two-thirds of my entries were not up to par..." Neville said pitifully with his small round face wrinkled, "I'm too stupid, maybe Professor Snape didn't say it right. wrong."

"Don't be discouraged, Neville. I can help you sort out the parts you're not good at," said Hermione.

"Thank you, thank you, Hermione."

Harry also comforted him, saying, "Neville, we can practice together."

"Yeah, don't care what Snape says, your herbal class is great," said Ron. "Neville, believe in yourself, you are an unfinished gem that will shine one day."

Frankly speaking, after going through Lockhart's trial, he now says good things when he opens his mouth.

Neville's face quickly turned red, even a little flattered.

He was a little embarrassed and stammered: "I just like to play with flowers and plants. Grandma raised a lot of flowers, and I take care of them during the holidays."

"You see, that's your virtue," Harry encouraged him.

On the other side, Felix stood at the entrance of the auditorium, waiting for the arrival of several professors.

Professor Flitwick was the first to arrive. He had changed out of his usual wizard robes and wore a close-fitting men's dress, his hair was very ironed.

"Felius, you look great today," Felix praised.

Flitwick was in a good mood. "Thank you, Felix. This is what I wore when I won the duel championship."

The two chatted casually.

"Felix, have you made any progress in your research on that magic?"

"It's barely usable, but to be honest, it's too incomplete. I can even say that it's a simplified spell mixed with ancient magical ideas..."

"Cough! Felix, there is no way, there are not many ancient magics that can be passed down completely."

The two discussed the feasibility of re-engraving ancient magic, but it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. They have too little information at hand, and there is no common research idea in the magic world.

Felix felt that if he mastered enough runes, one day, it would be very easy to restore this magic.

Just don't know how many years it will take.

He had quietly lowered the priority of the matter, ready to go with the flow.

Soon, Professor McGonagall and Snape came together. Perhaps Felix's eyes were too obvious, and Snape couldn't help but stab him. "What's on your mind, Felix?"

"It's nothing, I just thought that you would count the time." He said a little embarrassedly.

When the four professors arrived, Felix started the business: "My idea is that this dueling class is mainly about demonstrations. The four of us introduced the most essential parts of our views on dueling."

"In subsequent courses, I will invite different professors in stages so that you can fully articulate your ideas."

Flitwick was the first to say, "Of course there's no problem."

Others have no objection.

So when the four professors appeared in the auditorium at the same time and stepped onto the gilded ring, the little wizards were all shocked.

Ron groaned. "What day is today?"

The audience fryed with excitement, hundreds of students were buzzing, and the little wizards of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor burst into violent applause, welcoming the dean of their own academy.

"Why didn't you see Professor Sprout?" asked a second-year Hufflepuff wizard.

"Ernie, Ms. Sprout doesn't care about this..." said one of the seniors.

The other three professors tacitly did not speak, and looked at Felix at the same time.

Felix stood up, and he blessed himself with a loud voice: "It's a great honor for us to invite Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick today, and they don't hesitate to show you more possibilities for duels. Cheers, little wizard. them!"

There was thunderous applause from the audience, as if it was a holiday, and Harry's slaps were all red.

"You said, is it that Snape doesn't want to do it?"

"Although I think you think too much, but this idea is really good!"

Next, after some resignations, Professor McGonagall stayed in the ring, and the other three retired.

Flitwick took out a handkerchief, turned it into a high platform, and stood on it.

Professor McGonagall's hands were clasped together, and she looked at everyone with a serious expression, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

Everyone wondered what she would say, after all, in their minds, Transfiguration had little to do with duels.

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, looked at all the students calmly and said: "Transfiguration is a profound magical subject, it can do many unimaginable things, in this regard, the best at your headmaster Dumbledore already."

"This is new," muttered Ron offstage. "Don't tell me he used Transfiguration to defeat the Dark Lord."

"Of course, that requires the support of profound magical power, and it is difficult for you to do this." Mag said, "The meaning of Transfiguration to you is not the strength of power, but the means to enrich you."

"The core of Transfiguration is change, change at will."

Professor McGonagall pulled out his wand, raised his arms straight, and a chair piled in the corner flew over.

The chair turned into a big black cat in mid-air, and it landed on the ground with agility and lightness. Following the command of Professor McGonagall's wand, the big cat circled her quickly.

In the next second, it suddenly jumped up, its body swelled rapidly, and transformed into a majestic lion, its golden mane reflecting fine light.