A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day, Felix opened his eyes from the bed and gave a big yawn.

The air outside the window was damp and smelled of mud. After finishing the washing work, he estimated the time and prepared to go to the auditorium for dinner.

"Warren, go and eat," he called.

On the crib, the fluffy velvet blanket trembled, then fell silent.

"Warren?"

A small hand stretched out from the blanket, waved at him twice, and then immediately withdrew.

"Haw!" It was tired from watching a movie last night and didn't want to get up at all.

"...well, remember there are cookies and cakes in the office."

Felix walked out of the room and into the auditorium. Accidentally found an extra school logo in the auditorium, he glanced at it, the Hogwarts coat of arms, Ilvermorny's petal coat of arms, Beauxbatons' crossed wand coat of arms, Durmstrang's double-headed eagle with the deer head badge, and the last—

The cone-shaped mountain hidden in the clouds and mist, if you look carefully, there is a magnificent building on the halfway of the cone-shaped mountain.

Moon Mountain, Waggardu.

"Did Vagadu also arrive? Was it last night, or this morning?" Felix glanced at the auditorium, but did not find a face, but saw Durmstrang's star student Krum.

He also learned yesterday that the genius Seeker who played the Irish national team Seeker twice in the Quidditch World Cup final and finally caught the Golden Snitch to end the game was still in Durmstrang school.

It can only be said that Quidditch training is windy and rainy all day, is it too hard?

At the long Slytherin table, Krum chose to dine alone instead of with his teammates. Surrounded by a dozen pairs of adoring eyes, they kept peeking at him, but he seemed to be used to it, eating breakfast silently.

After eating, he got up and left. Unlike the posture of riding a broomstick, he is now taciturn, and his eyebrows are habitually raised, as if he is meditating anytime, anywhere.

At the dinner, Felix finally met Vagado's students.

They all have dark skin, and they behave differently. Only one student's skin was as black as the bottom of a pot, and it looked like a walking block of pure black. It's hard to tell the different parts of his body apart from the brown hide. The rest of the Vaggardu students were much more normal--dark-skinned, but at least able to distinguish between eyes and noses.

As he passed the Ravenclaw table, he heard a little girl muttering: "Coffee, brown, dark brown, chocolate, dark..."

He grinned and sat next to Madame Maxime in the professor's chair. On the other side of her was Headmaster Ilvermorny.

After chatting for a while, Felix noticed a sad look, and when he looked back, he found Hagrid in the corner. He was taken aback. Hagrid's dress was very different from before. He didn't know where he turned out a handmade suit. He had carefully groomed his beard and hair. At least Felix was the first to distinguish between the two. boundaries between.

At this moment, Hagrid was looking at him eagerly, no, at Madame Maxime next to him.

"Is that the professor of the Conservation of Magical Creatures class that Dumbledore mentioned?" asked Madam Maxime softly.

"Rubber Hagrid, Keeper of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, Key Keeper, Professor of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts, born in 1928, keen to raise and tame all kinds of magical animals, was expelled from Hogwarts, but later It turned out to be a malicious slander, and the stigma was wiped out last year. He was the first expert on magical animals to successfully tame Thestrals. He is closely related to most magical animals in the Forbidden Forest. He is warm and sincere, and has a straightforward personality..."

Madame Maxime rolled her eyes, stretched out her big fan-like hand and hammered Felix, and Felix quickly cast a humanoid armor spell on himself, "Bang!" He shook his body.

Hagrid's eyes straightened seven or eight positions away.

Today's auditorium is particularly crowded, probably because the four school students from outside are scattered in it, making it dazzling.

On relatively formal occasions, Hogwarts students are required to change into uniform.

So among the black wizarding robes were Ilvermorny's blue and cranberry, Beauxbaton's light blue, Durmstrang's scarlet, and Vagadu's brown.

There were four principals sitting on both sides of Dumbledore. Felix's eyes turned twice on the little witch. The witch immediately turned her head to look at him. Felix smiled slightly, and the witch looked at him carefully. With two eyes, he turned his head to speak to Dumbledore.

She was speaking in a strange language, so fast and hastily that Felix could only understand a few sounds, but Dumbledore listened carefully and responded in the same language.

Karkaroff, who was next to the witch, didn't look very happy, and had been playing with a golden goblet, making a loud noise on purpose.

The professor's chair was almost full, only the last two vacancies remained. After another seven or eight minutes, a short, stout, red-faced wizard appeared from the main entrance of the auditorium, with a warm smile on his face.

"Dumbledore, I'm late, Barty has something to do, I'm the only one..." Bagman said quickly, he looked around: "Ah, you're all here, great, I've been worried about Vaga Teams may be late."

The little witch said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Bagman, we won't delay on big things."

"Ah, of course..." Bagman wiped his sweat and said, glancing at the only two seats left, and finally sat next to Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore stood up, the hall grew quiet, and all eyes were on him.

"Welcome! The gathering of students from five schools of magic has never happened in a thousand years." He said happily: "At this solemn occasion, I would like to say thank you to the house-elves in the kitchen, who The taste took a lot of thought..."

"Then, enjoy the food to your heart's content, that's the most important thing tonight."

He sat down, and the empty plates in front of them were suddenly filled with all kinds of food. In addition to the French dishes that appeared last night, today there are more strange dishes, which are placed in front of them in a variety of ways.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron's eyes swept over the fish bouillon, yellow egg cheese, and white mozzarella, and when he saw a sticky mass, he stretched out his fork—

"Don't!" Hermione cried.

"What's wrong?"

"You won't like it," said Hermione, holding her breath, her face unnaturally pale. "I didn't expect them to include this dish in the recipe."

"What's this?" Harry asked, not smelling anything strange.

"Camel fat," Hermione said. She retched and turned her head away immediately. "Trust me, you won't like it."

Ron pushed the plate far away with his fork, and Seamus took advantage of the opportunity to insert a piece. "What is this jam?" He shoved it into his mouth, and Harry and the others stared at him intently.

"Uh, why are you looking at me..." Visible to the naked eye, Seamus's face turned the color of pig liver, he swallowed, grabbed Dean's pumpkin juice, and poured it down in one breath.

His eyes were green and he looked around frantically as Neville handed him his pumpkin juice tremblingly.

"What the hell is this?" Seamus said angrily after drinking up Neville's pumpkin juice, "It's more disgusting than the mucus of fried tail snails."

Ron happily inserted a greasy sausage and ate it beautifully.

When the golden plates were cleaned out, Dumbledore stood up again. A sense of excitement and tension filled the air in the auditorium.

"The time has finally come," said Dumbledore. "The Tournament is about to begin. Mr. Filch, please bring the box in, and in the meantime I'd like to explain a few words—"

"First of all, I would like to introduce the important guests today, first of all the principals."

"The Headmaster of Beauxbatons, Madame Olim Maxime;"

"Rector of Durmstrang, Professor Igor Karkaroff;"

"Headmaster of Ilvermorny, Professor Agilbert Fontana;"

"The Headmaster of Vagadu, Ms. Haria Minoette Nagy;"

Dumbledore paused, blinked, smiled and said, "And myself, of course, Albus Percival Wulfrick Brian Dumbledore."

Everyone, including the students from the other four schools, looked at him blankly.

"Did no one find out, this is actually a good joke," said Dumbledore regretfully. "I'm ordering by the length of the name..."

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat vigorously.

"Well, in addition to the five principals, there are two others that have to be mentioned, Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch, both gentlemen who have worked tirelessly over the past few months, regrettably Yes, Mr. Crouch wasn't there today, but we can see him on Halloween—thanks, Mr. Filch, just put it here."

Dumbledore smiled and said to Filch - Filch was placing a large wooden box on the table in front of him at the moment, and he tapped the lid three times with his wand, and the lid creaked slowly. opened.

Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet. The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was full of bluish-white flames throbbing inside.

All looked obsessively at the Goblet of Fire.

"You should know that for the next twenty-four hours, by the end of the Halloween dinner, the Goblet will select the names of three classmates it thinks best represent the corresponding school.

Tonight, the Goblet of Fire is in the foyer, and all students who are willing to run for election can submit their names. "

He waited quietly for a while, until everyone heard him clearly, and then he continued: "There are two things to pay attention to. First, for the students of Hogwarts, I will set an age line-"

The discussion buzzed and he had to raise the volume.

"Secondly, this is a sincere advice," Dumbledore's expression became particularly serious, "I must remind everyone here that the Tournament is not a child's play, it is a magical and unbreakable magical contract. Once a warrior is Being selected by the Goblet of Fire, he has to play to the end. So please think twice."

"Good night everyone."

The auditorium exploded as he sat down.