A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

According to the convention, the first-year students were taken by Hagrid to ferry across the lake, while the rest of the grades took carriages and walked along the path to the main entrance of the school.

School auditorium.

"Sir, this way, please—" Peeves turned somersaults in the air, nodded and bowed to lead a strange ghost to the auditorium. This tall ghost blocked himself tightly. to a pair of silver, emotionless eyes.

Peeves smiled and said: "Then I won't bother you for now, I have something else to do... I have prepared a lot of water balloons for the freshmen, don't you want to see the water polo above the cute little guys' heads? Did it explode?"

The ghost didn't say a word, and just as Peeves turned to leave, a large silver hand poked out from under the cloak and quickly grabbed the back of Peeves' neck, shaking vigorously.

Peeves struggled twice, but didn't break free, but swayed rhythmically and fluttered, with a helpless expression on his face.

He is a spirit born from the castle, and his abilities are stronger than ordinary ghosts. Ordinary ghosts can only slightly interfere with reality, but he is different. If you really want to be honest, you can compare with the students with more strength, and even wrestling is not a problem.

One of the things that can make him dread is the professors in the school - as the aggregate of students' emotions, Peeves' fear of professors is carved into the bones, but at the same time, he is also a representative of naughty students, always eloquent and eloquent , he is actually afraid of professors who are full of majesty and integrity;

The second is powerful wizards who can influence him, such as Headmaster Dumbledore and Felix Hepp;

The third is the alternative in the ghost, such as the bloody Barrow, and—

The little Peeves looked at the tall and indifferent ghost in front of him and cursed in a low voice. The silver eyes under the ghost's cloak suddenly looked at him, and Peeves immediately filled with a naive smile and kept rubbing his fingers.

The ghosts in the auditorium were talking about—

"Anyone here again?" said Gryffindor House's resident ghost, almost headless Nick, sentimentally.

"Looks like a tough character," said Hufflepuff's ghostly fat friar cheerfully. "That's good, someone has to take care of Peeves."

"Yeah, that's right," said Nick, who was almost headless. "Since the bloody Barrow left..." He looked around meaningfully, attracting a chorus of echoes and condemnations for Peeves' bad deeds .

"By the way," one of the ghosts asked, "do you still have pictures of Peeves?"

"Is it the one of the mischievous twins who used a fan to blow Peeves around the castle?" Nick, who was almost headless, asked with interest, and he smiled contentedly, "I have it, in exchange for five secrets."

"What about holding a viewing?" suggested the ghost.

About a year ago, when Felix was in his first year of employment, in the face of Peeves' provocation, he cast a Confusion Charm, causing Peeves to confuse the concept of time, thinking that he had just been born and couldn't. Dealing with the students' various chaotic and mischievous thoughts became muddled.

And his old rivals, the Weasley twins, took the opportunity to conjure up two fans, took Peeves around the exhibition in turn, and almost held a successful party, but it was a pity that Professor McGonagall stopped in the middle, and many young wizards and All the ghosts express their deep regret.

Among the onlookers at the time, someone took a picture of this magnificent scene, and then the photos began to circulate, attracting many people to rush to grab it, but after Peeves recovered, he was so embarrassed that he took most of the photos away.

During that time, the crying Myrtle shuttled through the girls' bathrooms on every floor, telling every student about Peeves' bullying.

...

On the teacher's chair, Felix and Professor McGonagall were chatting about unfinished topics in the principal's office, and Flitwick joined in midway to discuss which spells were suitable to be included in the "category that must be mastered".

Professor McGonagall said solemnly: "If possible, I prefer that the little wizards can master all the knowledge. Every class is very important."

"But Minerva, if we're going to do something, we've got to think about how to get the students to accept it," Flitwick said sharply.

Professor McGonagall snorted, of course she knew that, but her expectations of her students were too high.

Felix nodded lightly, "My idea is to disperse these spells and divide them into different grades. For example, disarming spells, the third grade study and the fourth grade assessment are more suitable, while Apparition may require sixth grade study, Seventh grade assessment."

He added: "The purpose of the assessment is not to give points, but to allow them to truly master these spells, so I think the assessment time should be as flexible as possible, and there should be no limit to the number of times."

Flitwick thought for a while and said, "That's a good idea. If you focus on the final year of exams, most of the students will probably drag it on. Severus, what do you think?"

"I have no problem, and you didn't include the potion," Snape said coldly.

"This..." Flitwick said hesitantly, "You're also one of the regular professors in the dueling club, aren't you? You should know that Defence Against the Dark Arts has always been a shortcoming for students, and fortunately there is a dueling club that can make up for it. Missing of the previous part."

"Lupin taught well last year," interjected Professor McGonagall.

"I see," Flitwick said, "and Belby, they're all very good, but..."

He hesitated, tried to organize the language, and said, "But we all know what this class is like - each professor is only teaching for a year, and I don't deny that Dumbledore has gone as far as possible to find good wizards. Teach this class, but a good wizard and a good professor are two different things."

"If you learn well yourself, it doesn't mean you can teach others." Felix concluded.

"That's right!" Flitwick's eyes lit up, "That's it! A good professor needs a lot of experience and can understand the various problems that students encounter... This process may last for several years, but for the As a professor, it's simply impossible."

"The spells class and Defense Against the Dark Arts, although they both teach spells, have completely different focuses. I teach general practical magic, of course, including various basic skills, while those offensive spells and defensive spells that can be used in duels are taught. Spells are basically in the category of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"The professors in this class are the most unstable. If you meet a good teacher, you can learn more. If you encounter someone who is inappropriate or not good at teaching, it will make a mess in the classroom."

The professors were silent, and a long list of the names of the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts over the years appeared in their hearts, and they took their seats one by one.

Felix also thinks about the professors he has come into contact with—both in school and at work. Frankly speaking, like Lockhart, they are already the bottom line in every sense. Most people are just mediocre, or they are not good at teaching students. They often describe a simple problem in a fog, which makes the little wizards puzzled; or they talk about themselves based on their own experience. Unable to effectively solve the problems encountered by students.

There is also a hidden problem behind this, that is, there has been no reasonable planning for this course. Experienced professors such as Flitwick and McGonagall, who teach from the first grade until graduation, know the characteristics of each student well, and will give targeted guidance.

And what should be taught at each grade level, how much to teach, and generally what feedback is there, are also very clear.

And when it comes to Defence Against the Dark Arts... it's not bad to be able to follow the script. There are very few professors like Lupin who think about their students and try to make up for their lack of homework.

Most people still follow their own habits, talk about it here and talk about it there. A hammer in the east, a mallet in the west.

So some students go down seven years and are surprised to find that they have taken seven classes with the same content—from seven different professors.

...

Snape snorted disdainfully beside him, isn't this a fact, what is there to discuss, he glanced at the new ghost in the corner a few times, and felt that Felix was inseparable from the relationship, the bright body The cloak looked familiar.

And this ghost didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and put on a cold attitude, so that the almost headless Nick who floated over to talk and returned.

There was a commotion in the foyer, the students' carriages were parked at the door, and they ran into the castle in the heavy rain, chattering non-stop, and the school was immediately filled with a lively atmosphere.

Felix stopped talking, his eyes lit up slightly, and the ghost standing quietly in the corner of the auditorium suddenly moved, grabbing Peeves and flying towards the hall.

The students walked into the cavernous foyer, throwing the rain off their bodies with torches hung high on the walls.

"My God," said Ron, shaking his head vigorously, splashing water all over the place, "it's just a jerk."

Harry silently twisted his sleeves and squeezed out a large pool of water. His shoes and trousers were also soaked in water, dragged down heavily, and his hair was wet and stuck to his head.

"That, what is that—" cried Neville, who came in the same carriage with them, shocked.

The people around him raised their heads and looked at the marble steps leading to the auditorium. At the entrance, in the swaying firelight, a tall figure was hanging in the air, wearing a long cloak, and his clothes were flying. Silver eyes are very indifferent.

"What is he holding in his hand?" Further away, someone noticed the movement here.

"A freshman?" Someone guessed, but it was too short, like a radish head.

"How could it be, they should still be floating on the lake, wait—" one of the seniors widened his eyes, "that's Peeves!"

"Peeves in his hand? God!"

"No, that, that's a camera, a dementor!" A student with particularly bad eyes screamed.

The air froze instantly, and the students gasped, their bodies trembling and chaotic.

"Ho-god-guard-guard!" Harry exclaimed, pulling out his wand.

Silver light spread across the ground, and a silver shadow flew from his wand. It was a stag, leaping vigorously and fearlessly towards the Dementor.

Harry didn't have time to think about why the dementors suddenly appeared in the castle. He looked at his Patronus expectantly, and was very sure that it would once again serve him as usual.

"Zizi~"

Harry wondered if he had read it wrong, but the tall 'Dementor' stretched out his free hand and supported the antlers at once, and his Patronus was forced to stop.

He blinked in disbelief, the lens was indeed a little blurry, but such a big Patronus would never see it wrong.

Ron stammered: "This, is this the leader of the Dementor? It's not impossible to see its height..."

Hermione was trembling all over, she took out her wand and tried to save herself.

"Call God Guard!"

A seventh-grade student shouted, and a silver leopard rushed up and was slapped by the Dementor, and Peeves, who was freed, immediately got into the wall and disappeared.

Before leaving, he exaggeratedly shouted: "The new ghost is fighting with the students! The new ghost is fighting with the students!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over, the pointed hat on her head was crooked, she shouted angrily: "Peeves, what the hell are you doing?" But the scene in front of her was different from what she had imagined, and she blinked. He blinked and looked at the scene.

"Minerva, it's me." The ghost had to speak, a soft voice said. Seeing the dementor actually speak, this scene scared several students nearby into a hug.

Professor McGonagall heard his voice, and whispered to the ghost, "Felix Hepp, pretending to be a ghost to scare students is ridiculous, I tell you—"

"Well it was an accident, sorry Minerva, they took me for a Dementor..."

Felix said embarrassedly, he never thought that someone would refer to the ghost as a dementor, and what was even more outrageous was that Harry immediately released the Patronus to attack him.

What about the brain?

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, opened and closed her nose, and let out a heavy breathing sound. This was a precursor to her outbreak, usually accompanied by reprimands and deductions, with a minimum of 20 points, and a detention of varying amounts. Lix himself is a professor, and the latter will not be used.

"I'll leave now." The ghost said quickly, he didn't want to provoke the angry lion, Mag in this state, even Dumbledore followed the instructions, and he disappeared with a "whoosh".

Professor McGonagall's chest kept heaving, and she glanced at the hourglass in the hall that recorded the college grades. After a while, she sternly said to the crowd, "What are you waiting for, enter the auditorium, hurry up!"

She headed into the auditorium, followed by dejected students, who made a thudding sound as she walked, leaving wet footprints one after another.

"If I were you, I'd try to use a spell to dry the moisture out of my body."

Professor McGonagall stopped and said with a headache, it is hard to imagine that among these students, there will be warriors representing Hogwarts, who will participate in the competition after more than a month and win glory for the school.