A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

By the time the dinner party started, Byers had already become friends with Neville, and he was familiar with Harry and his party.

"Yes, very different," at the moment, he was introducing Ilvermorny's sorting ceremony to the students of Gryffindor, "I was shocked when I first saw it, the two founders were on either side of the main entrance of the castle. People - statues of Aesop Searle and James Stewart, and across the main entrance is a rotunda where we do our sorting..."

He draws a circle on the table to represent the shape of the hall, and then points out four small dots.

"See," Byers said, pointing to the dot, "that's the animal statues representing the four colleges, the freshmen standing in a circle against the wall, waiting to say their names. I was standing in Goldie's At the end of the knot, I was terrified, and I was surrounded by nervous faces like me. When I looked up, I could see the old students and professors on the second floor terrace—"

"What is the Gordian knot?" Seamus asked with interest.

Byers showed him the golden knot on his robe: "It's this, the thing used to fasten the school robe. It's complicated, but it's a tradition in our school, and everyone has to know it."

"Where did I say that? Oh, stand on the Gordian knot, and just wait and see which magic statue responds... I felt like a year passed, but luckily the Thunderbird statue responded. ' he said happily.

Harry felt the same, he also had a long sorting time in his first year, but it was because the Sorting Hat strongly advised him to go to Slytherin, and he insisted that he disagreed, and he was finally sorted into Gryffindor House.

He couldn't help asking, "Has any freshman encountered a situation where two statues responded to him at the same time?"

"There should be." Byers recalled, "But I haven't encountered it, it's very rare... The most famous is Ms. Seraphina Picquiri, and the four colleges wanted to recruit her at that time, It turned out—she deserved it, and she went on to become president of the Magical Congress of the United States."

"She did a great job in her tenure, but she's more remembered for resisting pressure and not banning gecko than enacting a law to protect magical beasts..."

Hermione said sharply, "What's that, for DerryFrance Dayne's sake?"

Byers looked at her in surprise.

"Did I say something wrong?" Hermione asked quietly.

"No," Byers said. "You should have read the name from the book? Derry France Dayne?"

Hermione nodded and said cautiously: "The book says that Drifence Dayne was one of the victims of the Salem witch trials in the seventeenth century, and her name was later used as a colloquial expression to express surprise. ."

Byers held back a smile and said, "You're right, but it's a word that my grandmother's generation loves to use. The book you read must be old..."

Hermione blushed.

The little Gryffindor wizards around laughed, and it was rare to see the embarrassing picture of Miss Know-it-all.

After the laughter, Ron asked curiously, "So...what the heck is giggles?"

...

"Would you like some? Gecko, it's as old as the Magic Congress, and every sip is a taste of history," asked Cormic Wilkinson, Ilvermorny's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, who was Shaking a rough magnum, the liquor inside made a turbulent sound.

Felix shook his head gently: "I can't stand too strong alcohol."

"Young people don't know anything..." Wilkinson muttered, turning his head. "What about you, Professor Moody, do you want some? Just one bite will make you laugh."

Moody patted the curved wine bottle on his waist and said harshly: "I only drink my own."

Professor Wilkinson's eyes lit up, and he leaned over and asked, "What's a good thing?"

"Inferior wine, I'm used to drinking it. I secretly took a sip when I was stalking Aurors." Moody tapped the crutches on the floor: "Professor Wilkinson, what do you think of my proposal?"

Mag, who was two positions away, turned his head away and couldn't bear to look directly. She still couldn't resist, and Professor Moody's "Dark Magic Defence Special Teaching Concept" was exposed on the first day, and there was no buffer time for one more day.

"Oh, uh, this..." Wilkinson's tone became vague. "I didn't expect the teaching style of Hogwarts to be so radical. I heard some rumors before, but now it seems that there should be some misunderstanding..."

He poured himself a gulp of gurgling liquor, flushed suddenly, and laughed wildly. Then he began to speak aloud of his grandfather's glory, "Charity Wilkinson! One of the Twelve Aurors in America! She was my great-great-great-grandmother, the only two who survived to old age..."

At the end of the dinner, he was carried out of the castle by four goblins and followed the Ilvermorny delegation towards the makeshift camp on the Quidditch pitch.

From time to time Hogwarts students could hear his drunken voice drifting over the dark night—"To Charity Wilkinson!", "To Thed Fontana!" Twelve Aurors!"

"He looks pissed off, the headmaster of Ilvermorny," Felix said teasingly.

The headmaster of Ilvermorny is a very well-behaved person, but Professor Wilkinson's performance today is a bit embarrassing, and perhaps even more embarrassing is that the professor was consciously resisted by the cold-faced goblins, which really violated his teaching. subjects of...

Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious, laughed.

But then she straightened her face again and said sadly, "I'm worried that Professor Moody will cause trouble..."

Her fears became reality.

In the new week, Moody has no scruples about the feelings of the new Ilvermorny students, using a malicious diversion spell in the seventh grade classroom, the students' noses are grafted on plants, bottles, books and all kinds of strange things. things.

He roared gruffly: "Some of you were singled out and passed the test of fear...yes, you think it's amazing...but in my opinion, it's all an illusion! Silly! We're going to test the real stuff, huh?"

His prosthetic eye wandered around, staring at the students in the class, including the Ilvermorny transfer students.

Collins Foley covered his face, tearfully, waving his wand desperately, and after a moment—

"boom!"

The effect of the spell disappeared, Collins clutched his intact nose, and the stone in his heart finally fell.

"Well done!" Moody limped over. "Look, this is what I want. You have to learn to deflect curses, learn how to break them. Slythering points!"

In the afternoon, Felix was looking through the roster in the ancient Rune classroom.

"Why are there two missing?"

He looked at Byers, and Byers said hesitantly: "They, they are not feeling well, they are lying in the camp..."

Felix knew in his heart, maybe he was frightened by Moody's curse? But there is no need to escape his class.

"Okay, classmates," he glanced around, "let's start the class. With all the eye-catching events going on this year, your minds are bound to be distracted... Let's work harder to get started on the first project. Before that, finish the course for this school year.”

The little wizards below did not respond very much, and their learning progress has always been ahead of schedule. This 'advance' is relative to the assessment standards of the Ministry of Magic's Wizarding Examinations Authority, which is responsible for organizing students' O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts level examinations.

Since Professor Haipu joined the job, the ancient rune scores of the little wizards have been going up and down. Among the students who graduated at the end of June this year, except for one who only got a good (E), the rest got the highest grade. Excellent (O).

According to the professor's words, "The Ministry of Magic is too slow to react, but you can't expect them to ignore it all the time, after all, a long list of 'excellent' is still very conspicuous..."

"Maybe one day they will remember this and go to Hogwarts to reassess the difficulty of the coursework and the assessment standards."

...

The students of Ilvermorny looked around in amazement, and the Hogwarts students didn't seem to have any objection to the words of Professor Hepp. This made them wonder if they had misheard, did he really plan to study a whole year of content in three months?

"Professor, do you know the competition time for the first project?" a student asked, raising his hand.

"It should be between late November and early December," Felix said. "One is to allow enough time for the Warriors to prepare, and the other is to not delay the Christmas ball. The time period I just said is about the same. meet this requirement.”

He tapped the table and pulled the students into the thinking room.

The space was no longer restricted, and it spread out to the fullest. Clusters of fluffy flowers and trees and tall wand trees rose from the ground. Byers and Ilvermorny's students opened their mouths wide, and they caught the air from mid-air in shock. The magic handwriting that fell from the middle.

When the fingertips touched the ancient handwritten notes, a little golden light flickered, and a large amount of ancient Rune knowledge appeared in his mind, and Byers felt as if he was in a dream.

It's not magic either...

"I'll arrange the tasks," Felix said. "Read through the textbook again, and you will find that the stories in it are quite interesting..."

...

A week passed without knowing it, and the students of Ilvermorny melted into the ocean like a drop of water. Even if there were occasional waves, there was no trouble.

At a professors meeting on Friday evening, Professor McGonagall dropped two bombs.

"The first thing, the list of black magic agreed by the Ministry of Magic that can be 'reasonably' used in the competition is down." During the speech, pieces of parchment floated to the professors present.

Felix looked at the long list of spells written in black ink, lost in thought.

"Second, Ilvermorny's delegation asked us if we could have the two schools' preparatory warriors learn from each other to practice, including familiarizing themselves with and defending against the black magic above."

She said blankly, "Let's discuss it."