A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

  Chapter 354 Stay alert at all times

  "The principals of the four magic schools and carefully selected competitors will come one after another in October, and the ceremony of selecting the warriors will be held on Halloween."

  "In addition to winning honors for the school, the individual winner can also receive a 1,000 gallon bonus."

   "But-students over the age of seventeen are only allowed to sign up, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, students under grades six and seven are impossible to deal with."

  "The delegation will spend most of the school year with us. I hope you will be warm and friendly. For this reason, we have specially prepared some exchange activities..."

  Dumbledore ended the dinner amidst the controversial noise. The students complained about the so-called age limit.

   "Can we just watch?" Ron stepped **** the steps and walked towards the common room.

  Hermione said solemnly: "This is to protect us from being in danger due to recklessness and arrogance. You must know that the reason for the suspension of past competitions was because many people died—"

  Ron didn’t listen carefully at all, and whispered, “That’s a thousand gallons.” He looked at Fred and George, who were walking in front of them, discussing whether the ageing agent would work.

   "I think one or two drops are enough. We are within a few months of adulthood, George..." Fred pondered seriously.

Ron said sourly, "There is still half a year, but I hope they will succeed," he turned to ask Harry, "What do you think? If Fred and George do it, I mean, I don't know. We learned enough knowledge..."

Harry shook his head and threw away all the brilliant images in his mind. He could not help but imagine that he had deceived the principal’s age limit and won the championship, amidst the cheers and screams of the crowd, he lifted it up. Trophy...

   "Yeah, I think it almost meant it too." Ron misunderstood Harry's shook his head, thinking he was answering his own question. He shook his fingers: "Although we have a duel class, a self-study group and a Mowen club, but..."

  He said with some frustration: "Unless Professor Haipu teaches us a powerful ancient magic in private, he will still be unable to compete with those in grades six and seven. You can't expect to blind your opponents with lighting techniques."

In this discussion about the competition for hegemony, Ron talked the most, but he was more akin to the emotional catharsis that he could not ask for. He also knew in his heart that the possibility of being selected was unlikely, but his words made Harry and He aside. Min was silent.

Harry thought of Professor Haipu's continuous apparition in front of him twice, once in the second grade of the Forbidden Forest. They suspected that the new Professor Haipu had something to do with the secret room, so they followed and discovered the scene where the professor was practicing magic. . Although it was shocking at the time, Harry had almost forgotten so long in the past; the other time was at the Quidditch World Cup, just recently, and it was a real battle. Professor Haipu played hundreds of trouble-making wizards with continuous apparitions, and their eyes couldn't keep up with his movements!

  ‘What if I can do the same thing? I was not bad at all. No one in the school can surpass me on the disarming curse alone, plus the continuous apparition...’ Harry's heart became hot.

And Hermione thought of the ancient magic that the professor taught her during the summer vacation. The golden flames leaped at her fingertips and turned into a sea of ​​fire in an instant...Of course, that was the effect the professor showed her, and she hadn't learned it herself. .

  Hermione patted her head, what on earth she was thinking, she would not try to break the age limit.

  On the other side, in the auditorium, the professors all stayed.

  Dumbledore was talking to Moody, and Moody replied gruffly, in a loud voice: "Yes, Arthur and the others came in time. They got up early and scared away the attacker!"

  Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise: "You were attacked this morning?" She suddenly thought that Moody has been in trouble since retiring, and often suspects that a dark wizard has assassinated him. Even if someone walked with him for a while, he would suddenly pull out his wand and put it against him, asking loudly why he was following him.

  This happened not once or twice. For this reason, Moody had to live in a remote place, like a Muggle community.

   Right now McGonagall wondered if he was too sensitive.

"How could there be a fake!" Moody yelled, "A group of scumbags want to sneak attack while I am sleeping soundly, but who am I? Defend early, but the scum is really not weak. They blocked me. As a last resort, I blew up two trash cans to attract attention."

  He said with a thick throat, and his fake eyes rolled around in his eye sockets, making his teeth sore. Few professors were looking at him.

   "Do you see who it is, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked softly.

   "No, I'm old, Albus." Moody patted his prosthetic leg and said unwillingly, "If it's a few years in the morning..."

  The sights of his two eyes finally came together, looking at Felix, calming down: "I can only make suggestions now, and decorate the facade with past experience."

  Felix looked back calmly, calming the somewhat irritated sniff. He saw Moody for the first time today. He had only heard of this famous and well-known name before.

It can be said that Alastor Moody has fulfilled more than half of Barty Crouch’s reputation. He was once Crouch’s sharpest sword and the best master in the history of the Ministry of Magic who specializes in capturing dark wizards. Half of Azkaban's cell was filled by him.

   Just like the psychological shadow he left on many dark wizards, he also left a strong personal mark in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic.

It’s just that after experiencing a lot of danger, he became a little bit paranoid and even excessively delusional, but this still does not prevent him from becoming an idol in the eyes of all Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. By analogy, his status is equivalent to that of Saint Mungo. Dorothea Boham, former dean.

  Of course, his rude, irritable and unwilling character has indeed offended many people, making it difficult for him to stay in the Ministry of Magic and hold management positions.

  Strong, brave, and time-tested, now becoming sensitive and paranoid, and a bit neurotic...

  This is the image of "Mad-Eye" Moody that Felix perceives after a brief contact. It is said that he still has a catchphrase——

   "Always be vigilant!" Moody yelled suddenly, startling the others. He himself walked around in the auditorium like an okay person.

   Felix looked at Dumbledore: "Principal, did you just say that you have prepared some exchange activities?"

   "Ah, that's the case." Dumbledore has been listening quietly, c seems to have finally recovered at this moment, his happily glanced across the crowd: "This is also the reason why I left you."

He nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said: "Ivamoni and Vagado are both participating in the championship for the first time, which makes...they are like young people and more passionate. They are not satisfied for nearly a year. In the time, just for the game, the principal of Ifamoni hopes that students from different schools can have closer contact."

  "Exchange student?"

"It's very close, Felix." Dumbledore nodded. "But this time it's one-sided. They want to be able to attend the Hogwarts class. Besides—" He smiled and said, " I think they still have plans to compete with the students at Hogwarts."

  The professors looked at each other. This means that their classes should be open to students from other schools?

Professor McGonagall, as the vice-principal, thought of more. She pursed her lips, frowned her eyebrows tightly, and said solemnly: "Dumbledore, what you said is a contest, it won't be - this is a provocation! "

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and his silver-white beard trembled. "There are many places to compare. It is not just force. That is the worst option." He smiled and said, "I will keep this welcome and let the students. Let’s take a look at the outside world and increase our knowledge."

   "I remember, seven or eight years ago, we also had contact with the Castro Busch School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At that time, many students from both sides established a deep friendship. Felix, you should be a little impressed?" He asked with a smile.

  Felix curled his lips, "I don't have a Brazilian pen pal."

  ……

  After the professors dispersed, Felix and Snape walked out of the auditorium, Snape's face gloomy, "You have to be careful of that guy, don't let him stare at them."

   "You mean Professor Moody?" Felix asked curiously, "He looks pretty decent—"

"That's a lunatic~www.NovelMTL.com~ He can curse you at any time because of unreasonable suspicion." Snape said coldly, "He never came out! He still has every day. Been here when it was a war!"

   "I don't understand why Dumbledore called him. Even if another Lockhart comes, he is better than him."

   Snape waved his sleeves and strode away.

Felix watched Snape's back, and further away, Moody was limping forward. Snape was faster, but they did not meet. In the hall, Snape turned underground. , And Moody hobbled upstairs.

  When he raised his arm, in addition to the curved wine bottle around his waist, Felix also keenly noticed that half of his wand was exposed in his sleeve, which was tied to his arm.

   "Are you on your guard at all times? It's really a practice."

  ……

  The next day.

  The storm finally subsided and the rain passed and the sky cleared. Hogwarts ushered in a new school year.

  (End of this chapter)