A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

They returned to the camp along the passage illuminated by the lanterns, and everyone took out all kinds of magic lamps in the big tent and stacked them into a hill.

"Except for the two 'big guys', the rest are here," said Cremy.

Lupin smiled and said, "Felix, your plan still surprises me, I've been waiting for today." Cremy also looked at him expectantly.

Felix shrugged, and pressed his wand to his forehead, and the tip of the wand showed wisps of silver light.

"Sigh~"

Felix gritted his teeth and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "The model is too delicate, it's a little troublesome to take out. That kind of feeling is like digging a spoon out of my brain..."

Cremy gave him a disgusting look, the professor's description was too weird.

Felix pulled out a long silver memory from his brain, tangled it in a ball, and held it in his hand. Then he stretched out his palm, and the air was intertwined with gold and silver threads. A hexagonal snowflake-like open-air promenade slowly took shape in his hand. Si waved his wand with the other hand, and the magic lamps poured into the vortex one after another, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Under the gazes of the two, the six or seven-foot-sized snowflake-shaped building gently floated up, flew into the air, and continued to expand until it occupied a small half of the camp. Then Felix's wand was upright, and the snowflake building slammed into the air. The whereabouts, Cremy screamed, and the next second, she found herself in a gorgeous promenade.

In the promenade, magic lamps with different shapes are looming.

Afterwards, Felix cast a levitation spell on himself, pulling himself to a height of thirty or forty feet, looking like a giant kite in the dark night, swaying in the wind.

He looked down condescendingly, pointed his wand, and the corner of the snowflake promenade extended outwards, all the way to the road back from the gym.

Felix fell from the air, "Okay, almost, let's take some time to adjust-"

"Professor Hep, what kind of magic is this?" Cremy asked across the railings of a corridor.

"Well, it's better to call it responsive... Thinking Cabin?"

"Thinking Cabin of Response to Requirement." Clemie pondered the name, which sounded strange, but when her palm passed through the colonnade of the promenade, it made sense.

...

The Weasleys, Harry, Sirius and Hermione were swept forward by the tidal crowd, huddled against each other until they left the gym to relax, and they walked all the way, discussing the results of the game just now.

There were dwarfs flying constantly overhead, holding a small golden or green lamp in their hands, quacking and laughing in the air.

"Ireland's Chasers are great, no, everyone is great, they work well together. Bulgaria has only one absolute good player, Krum, but they have problems with their cooperation, a big problem." Charlie commented .

"Character is not very good, you look at their fouls." Ron said.

"Ron," Charlie said, "a reasonable foul can disrupt the opponent's rhythm, especially when the opponent is full of momentum."

Mr. Weasley disagreed with him, "Charlie, I think - the game should be clean, no elbows, small movements should be allowed, and the referee will blow the whistle once there is..."

"Dad, as you said, it's just blowing the whistle, not getting sent off. I remember people casting curses to win games. I went through a lot in school."

Mr. Weasley and Charlie fought hard, and finally Charlie said helplessly: "I also hope that the game is completely clean, but this kind of thing can't be prevented."

Hermione yawned heavily, and Mr Weasley noticed her condition and said gently: "Back at camp, we can have a cup of cocoa milk to help you sleep... Trust me, it's going to be a very noisy night. "

Ginny was so sleepy she couldn't open her eyes, she pulled Hermione's sleeves and walked forward, "Are they going to have a bonfire party?"

"Ha! It's not impossible," said Mr. Weasley. "This game ended too early, and it's not very enjoyable. You know, most people actually came prepared, ready to hold on for three or five days... wait. Watch it, it won't stop at night."

They found that the noise ahead was gone, replaced by exclamations, "Look over there!" Hermione's eyes widened.

On the road leading to the camp, at some point in time, an open promenade appeared. There were various lamps hanging in the promenade, illuminating the exquisite patterns and patterns on it.

"What's this?" Ginny was no longer sleepy, and stood on tiptoe to see better.

"I don't know..." Mr. Weasley looked confused. "Is it a program prepared by the Ministry?"

When they got closer, they found that the corridor building was actually an illusion. A mischievous child was constantly walking back and forth on both sides of the railing, giggling and laughing. Another older boy hid himself in the corridor. In the carved colonnade, it was thought that his family would not find him.

His parents looked at the little guy helplessly, and could only look beside him in cooperation, "Little Leo, where are you hiding?"

The boy covered his mouth, his eyes curved into crescents.

"Obviously, it has something to do with Professor Hepp." The Weasley twins pointed to the magic lamp hanging in the corridor. "This is a product of the Future World Company. I'll show you—"

He reached out and fished, and his fingertips passed through a slap-sized lion-shaped magic lamp. "Huh? Is this also an illusion?" But then, they realized that this was a small game, and a line of golden text appeared in the air, which was an anagram.

'Which letter is an animal? ’

"Oh, that's too simple," muttered Fred. "It's the letter B, for bees." As soon as he finished speaking, the magic lamp in the shape of a lion clicked, like a ripe melon falling from a green vine. It fell off and fell into his hands.

The little lion opened its eyes, hunched over, protruded a pair of small wings from behind, fluttered and flew, and circled around Fred, "Ouch~" White light ball.

The shadow of a castle was projected by the light ball, with a line of small characters, 'Future World - Headquarters in Diagon Alley, England', the shadow flickered and disappeared for a few seconds, leaving only the milky white light ball, emitting a bright light. Light.

"Wow," Fred exclaimed, "Looks like those guys have added a new feature."

"Is it Mr. Hepp's 'Future World' company?" Mr. Weasley asked with interest. He heard the Weasley brothers constantly talking at the dinner table these days, and he also learned a lot about this company.

"That's right," Fred said.

Mr. Weasley blinked. "So, girls and boys, are you still sleepy?"

"Oh, Dad, we're going to at least get a little magic lamp for ourselves!" Ron shouted, and his words attracted a lot of approval. It was obvious that the anagram was not difficult, and everyone had hope.

Inside the 'Future World' tent, Felix held a small corridor model in his hand, and his eyes flashed with silver light. He seemed to hear their words, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Weasleys were looking for lantern riddles, and Ron even made a bold statement: "I'm going to guess ten!" But they soon realized the problem. Only the first guess was relatively easy, and the second attempt was relatively easy. , the difficulty increases suddenly.

Hermione was holding a small magic lamp of a pocket lion in her hand, standing in front of an owl-sized fire dragon magic lamp, which was exhaling 'breath' everywhere, surrounded by seven or eight people watching.

Harry leaned over. Hermione's anagram was a logical reasoning question, and the dozen or so names on it made him dizzy. After reading it twice, he didn't understand the meaning of the question.

"Do you know the answer?" he asked the thoughtful Hermione.

"Oh, don't bother me, I'm about to figure it out." Hermione said, her wand kept gesturing, leaving strange symbols in mid-air, which should be Latin letters? Harry thought. He made his way through the crowd, walking up and down the promenade, and saw Mr. Barty Crouch head-on.

"Hello, Potter."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch," said Harry stiffly, after Crouch had only had a fight with Sirius in the afternoon.

There was a strange light in Barty Crouch's eyes, and he seemed to be looking at a treasure. "Come with me, Potter, I have business with you."

"What?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Regarding Sirius Black, a lawsuit has been filed against him for attacking the wizards of Knockturn Alley while he was on the run," Crouch said indifferently.

"But the Ministry of Magic has given proof! Sirius is innocent!" said Harry angrily.

"That's under the premise of no one being held accountable," Crouch said impatiently, and he held out his hand—

"Let go of Harry!"

A roar sounded, and Sirius came from behind, pushed Barty Crouch away, drew his wand and pointed at him, "Old man, what are you trying to do to Harry!"

Their clash drew the attention of a group of foreign fans, and Crouch nodded at the two before leaving without looking back.

"What's the matter?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know, he said someone sued you and asked me to come with him," said Harry.

"How could—how could it be!" said Sirius incredulously, "I'll go and ask him!"

"Don't go," Harry grabbed Sirius. "Don't go, Sirius, he's a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Magic—"

"I'm not afraid of him, let go, Harry!" said Sirius angrily.

"Sirius, I don't want to lose you again," Harry said.

Sirius lost all strength at once, his fingers trembled, "Okay, let's go back to the tent first, you and I have a good talk, there is definitely something wrong with that Barty Crouch!"

Seeing that he had persuaded Sirius, Harry said with approval: "I think so too, I have a guess..."

...

Looking at the promenade building that suddenly appeared in front of him, Fudge couldn't help asking the staff next to him: "Whose idea was this, why don't I know?"

A staff member of the Ministry of Magic said: "It's the 'Future World' company. They applied for a light show before. We approved it, but, just..." He looked at the huge building in front of him and said hesitantly: "We didn't expect that Make such a big fight."

"Felix Hepp's company?" Fudge asked. He didn't mention the issue of confidentiality. The 100,000 people made more noise this afternoon than now, and it was still late at night, in the wilderness, and there was no risk.

The only Muggle family living nearby should have slept, and even if they didn't, the Ministry of Magic staff would have put them to sleep.

He cares more about whose company it is.

The staff nodded.

"Then when did he come up with this... Did he come up with this before we watched the game?" He stretched out his thick fingers and circled a huge circle, including the buildings in sight.

The staff member said: "I asked the left-behind colleague, and he said—" The tone became hesitant, and he was a little puzzled: "He said it appeared suddenly, he was on duty, and a building fell from the sky..."

Fudge didn't speak, he watched for a while, then waved, "You leave me alone, I'll walk alone." He walked along the promenade, and soon found fans guessing various lantern riddles, some hidden corners It will also explode suddenly, often a box of candy with the name of the future world company, or various small souvenirs, and among them, the most eye-catching is something called "animation".

It can be seen that as long as the number of children gathered together reaches a certain standard, pictures will be projected in the promenade, which is a bit like a comic strip, but much more attractive - the plot is coherent and the plot is interesting. , even he couldn't help watching it for six or seven minutes until the animation ended.

At the end of the animation, a string of small words appeared, "This product is under development and will be completed in the next three to five years, so stay tuned." After that, the company name and address.

Fudge walked forward with mixed feelings, and finally came to the end of the promenade - there was a hexagonal open space, and he realized that the place he came from was just one of the extended corners, similar to the corridor. There are five more.

The people coming and going gathered from different corridors, talking and laughing, holding various small magic lamps in their hands.

"Brother Yuria, can we meet Mr. Hepp?" said a lively voice, a young witch with long, lustrous blond hair.

The young wizard known as 'Big Brother Uriah' smiled and said, "I'm not sure, but I'll see him at Hogwarts this year. How about your brother, Bethney?"

The young witch sighed, "Byers is on the anagram bar, and I have to get a second magic lamp, I don't even think about it, there are 100,000 people here, and even one manpower can't do it, how can it be so easy to get the second."

Yuria smiled and said, "I hope he will succeed, so I can exchange thunderbird-shaped magic lamps with him."

Bethni pointed to the clearing, and a huge fire dragon suddenly appeared, it was a black Hungarian wasp, with a ferocious shape, a full seventy feet long, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

There was a young witch standing under the fire dragon. Clemie waved her wand excitedly and activated the Hungarian Horntail. It was glowing all over its body. This was the reason why people didn't run away immediately. magic lamp.

The fire dragon flapped its wings, flew from the ground, and soared in the low sky. People at different positions in the camp raised their heads in unison. The fire dragon was like a large light bulb, with milky white light blooming all over its body.

"Welcome to the magic lamp exhibition hosted by the future world." Cremy Vera said excitedly.

The Hungarian Hornets spewed a fan-shaped ray of light up into the sky, like a splendid firework, and the crowd applauded.

"Is this an adult fire dragon?" Harry asked dumbfounded outside the tent. He had never seen a fire dragon. He had seen Hagrid's Norbert when he was in first grade, and brought it along with Ron and Hermione. Go to the observatory and let Charlie's friends take it away.

"Yes," said Sirius, "if you meet it, you must hide away."

"How dangerous are they? I know Ron's brother Charlie is raising dragons in Romania," Harry asked.

"Dangerous?" Sirius repeated, earnestly: "They can stomp you under your spell, or burn you with fire, knowing that their flames are magical flames. Not enough knowledge and expertise Train, don't try to challenge them."

"Don't spells work against them?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

"How should I put it, if your spell is shot on the scales, it's mostly useless. Even if it's the skin, you have to focus on the position and recite the spell continuously at one place. Of course, you can also use tricks...such as cheating, or attacking weaknesses. The most convenient is the eye disease spell, but it requires enough luck."

Next, they saw the performance of the fire dragon. Soon, a second fire dragon appeared, a slightly smaller Peruvian venomous dragon with brass-colored scales and a raised black back.

The two fire dragons fought, biting each other, circling and flying into the air. Then all kinds of magical magical animals appeared, phoenix, chimera, unicorn, flower fairy, horned camel, hippogriff, and long-horned water snake, but people did not find that the latter appeared. These animals are actually constructed illusions.

Inside the tent of the 'Future World' company.

Felix was hiding inside, constantly manipulating this unique performance. Lupin sat on the side, and he asked curiously, "Why are you not at the scene, but handed it over to Vera?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I have signed a non-disclosure agreement, and I can't disclose the project of the competition. It's not easy for people to connect me with the fire dragon, and I have to control the scene."

He flicked his fingers, and in the "magic sand table", five or six moon idiots appeared quietly.

Lupin choked at his answer, "A lot of magic lamps in the shape of fire dragons have been sold, you pretend that you have nothing to do with them?"

Felix explained solemnly: "I just agreed with a magic lamp shape you designed."

The performance lasted for two hours, longer than the final of the Quidditch World Cup. Finally, Felix was a little tired. He informed Vera that after she announced the end of the performance, the magical beasts in the sky and occupying a small half of the camp. The snowflake-shaped promenade disappeared little by little.

Cremy and Arik ran back, unable to hide their excitement.

"Professor, Arik's flyers have been sent out. We have prepared 5,000 copies, which is not enough. Many people can only write down the company name first."

"Well, it seems that the company will have no shortage of orders for a year or two." Felix said, "Remember to attach a brochure of the company's products when shipping, and some products that are still under development can also be put on it. A kind of propaganda."

"I can imagine how busy it will be then," sighed Cremy.

"You decided to stay, Vera?"

"Of course." Clemie said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to what the company will look like in five or ten years."

...

With the end of the light show, the camp quieted down. A few sporadic celebrants sang gruffly, and there were occasional skirmishes, but for a camp of 100,000 people, it was nothing. The staff at the Ministry of Magic can solve it quickly.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, a trace of commotion sounded.