A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

There was a commotion in the auditorium.

The surrounding walls were covered with gleaming silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky, and the snowflakes fell from high places and disappeared before falling to the position above their heads.

Hundreds of flower fairies were flying high in the sky and sprinkled handfuls of colorful scraps of paper.

Felix stood at the door and glanced around. The four academy tables were gone, replaced by hundreds of small tables lit with lanterns, with a dozen or so students sitting beside each table.

In front of the auditorium, there is a long rostrum, where the referees of the competition are sitting. There are two staff tables symmetrically placed on both sides of the rostrum for the professors of Hogwarts and other guests from afar.

In front of the rostrum and the staff table, there are two large round tables belonging to the warriors.

Bagman and Percy walked side by side to the podium, Felix came to a staff desk and sat between Snape and Professor McGonagall, Snape still wearing his black robe, Professor McGonagall wore a red tartan robe with a wreath of thistles around the brim.

"Minerva, what a rare outfit," Felix quipped, "Severus is the same..."

Snape watched Felix, watching him flip through the small menu on the table with interest, and said slowly, "I don't remember you learning to dance at school, maybe you can follow along later. I tour the castle together?"

"Oh, don't be such a spoiler," said Professor McGonagall.

Felix turned the menu in his hand to the back, staring at the row of dessert names above, "No problem, but I'm going to try this first." He pointed to a small line of words.

"Opera?" Snape glanced at it and commented, "It's too sweet."

"Nice name," Felix said with a smile.

After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall got up and left, "I'm going to organize the warriors to enter the arena." She held up the pointed hat on her head and said, striding towards a corner of the auditorium.

In an open space near the gate of the auditorium, the warriors stood with their dance partners, and Professor McGonagall was preaching to them the precautions for entering the venue: "Wait a little longer, when the auditorium is almost full, you line up to enter, Warriors and dance partners together. You have to walk through the entire auditorium from the left aisle, and at the end, take the first turn and sit at the big round table on the right side of the podium, understand?"

At this moment, Harry and Ron hurried in from the auditorium, Ron finally changed into his new gown in the bathroom, and they hurried to the podium.

"This way! Potter, Weasley," cried Professor McGonagall.

Harry and Ron froze in place, turned their heads dumbly, and looked at Professor McGonagall with a stern expression and the warriors gathered together. They also looked at the two of them, the burly warrior of Vagadu, Eli Fendiby. Krum next to him was a lot taller, and the equally tall Nona Raibert stood on the other side like a bird.

Harry and Ron walked back with their heads bowed, and as they passed Draco Malfoy, Draco called out, "Potter, Weasley, are you practicing your dance moves and forgetting the time?"

His partner, Pansy Parkinson, let out a cooing "tsk-tsk" sound.

Harry glared at them. Draco Malfoy was wearing a black velvet turtleneck gown that looked like a country vicar, and Harry secretly despised his aesthetics. The two made their way to the end of the Warriors' line, with the Patil sisters clasping their shoulders, looking at Harry and Ron disapprovingly.

Professor McGonagall strode over and said quickly, "Line up, you two! No, it's not for you to stand together," she looked at Harry and Ron with a headache: "it stands next to your dance partner. , God, you don't understand the meaning of the dance partner, do you?"

She stepped forward and separated Harry and Ron one after the other, and then she looked at Sister Patil with a hesitant expression. She couldn't tell which was which, so she simply ordered: "Stand next to your dance partners, girls. You need a little tacit understanding... Frankly, it's a bit late to say this now."

Professor McGonagall soon went to the front row of the team again, and they could barely hear Professor McGonagall's faint voice: "This... Mr. Aly Fendi, please stand in the team, you are too close to Mr. Krum Now. Mr. Krum, where's your dance partner?"

"She's still on her way," Krum said in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall didn't look too happy, she confirmed: "Are you sure she won't miss the time? I can find a replacement temporarily if needed..."

"No, thank you," Krum said gloomily.

Harry and Ron looked around at the end of the line, and Ron said incredulously, "I can't believe Krum doesn't have a dance partner! He's a big star, what girl would miss an appointment? Oh shit, Harry, stop. follow me..."

He bent his knees slightly and hid behind Harry as Fleur Delacour looked behind him. She was wearing a silver-gray satin robe and looked amazingly beautiful. Beside her was a tall and handsome boy. Harry had a little impression of him. He should be a seventh-grader of Slytherin and the president of the Boys Student Council.

It wasn't until Fleur turned around that Ron straightened up.

"Actually, I can't blame you, she's really beautiful." Harry said justly, when Fleur invited Cedric in the hall two days ago, Ron seemed to have fallen in love, and went straight to invite Fleur as a dance partner, and the result was a matter of course. failed.

Ron has been avoiding her since then, and has not recovered until now.

At this time, a beautiful girl in a flowing light purple blue robe walked into the auditorium and passed Harry and Ron. She came to Krum and spoke quickly, as if apologizing for being late, but they were at the end of the line and it was difficult to hear the sound of the head.

"Oh, sorry, Krum... I was going to prepare it a few hours in advance... but... Sniff's return salute, I didn't expect it... so surprised..."

"Sniff? You mean that kind of magical animal that digs holes in the soil for gold coins? It sent you a gift?" Krum's deep voice was very recognizable, and it just reached the ears of Harry and Ron.

"Warren isn't digging holes in the soil! Oh, Warren is her name...yes, she did send me presents...I think maybe because I sent her a Christmas present first...maybe Heap The professor also helped to choose..." the girl explained.

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"It sounds familiar," Harry said uncertainly.

"She also mentioned Warren, that Warren sent her a Christmas present, is that possible?" Ron looked at Harry hesitantly.

"If I heard correctly, it was her first gift... Valen just returned the gift... Wait, I seem to know..." Harry's speech became slower and slower, and his eyes were also drawn from the girl in the flowing robe. Moved to Ron.

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and said in unison, "Hermione?" This guess made them unbelievable. They couldn't imagine that the beautiful girl more than ten feet away would be the person they were most familiar with.

Harry stared at the back of the girl, who didn't look like Hermione at all. But if it was true, she must have done something to her hair, and it was no longer tousled, but soft and shiny, and pulled into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

At this time, Professor McGonagall walked to the front row of the team and said to all the warriors standing at the door: "Please prepare the warriors, the lady will hold the arm of the man and enter the arena as I said before."

The line began to move forward, Harry and Ron also wanted to confirm whether Krum's dance partner was Hermione, but they both felt their arms were being pulled at the same time, and they turned their heads and looked at their dance partners--

The Patil sisters put their arms around them, big smiles on their faces. Parvati fiddled with the gold bracelet on his wrist, raised the pink skirt with the other hand, and whispered, "It's our turn." Then he dragged Harry forward.

The warriors entered the auditorium in two rows, through the gaps between the small tables. The people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically, Fred and George whistled loudly, and Harry's nervousness calmed down a little. They walked around the auditorium for a small half-circle and filled the two large tables in front of the rostrum in order.

Their seats are very characteristic, a man and a woman are sitting next to each other, and everyone is dressed up. Harry finds that many familiar faces are a little more handsome and beautiful than usual.

Especially Hermione.

Harry finally decided on Krum's dance partner. Although he could only see the profile, he was too familiar with Hermione. It was only after she took off a few tomes that she used to carry with her. , her temperament changed completely, so that he didn't recognize it for a while.

At this time, Hermione also noticed their gazes, turned her head over, and waved to the two of them across a table. Harry couldn't help laughing. Hermione's iconic big teeth were too conspicuous, he couldn't think of it at all. other people.

Hermione had complained to them before that her parents, who were dentists, were resistant to associating the words with magic, and she never found a chance to get Madam Pomfrey to agree to trim her teeth.

...

The Warriors were the last to enter—and when they were seated, the dinner began naturally. Harry stared at the gleaming empty plate in a daze. He looked around and saw Dumbledore take a close look at the menu in front of him, and then, facing his plate, said very clearly: "Pork chops!"

The pork chops came right out.

The students suddenly realized that they picked up the small menu to choose their favorite food.

Not far from Harry and the others, Roger Davis was sandwiched between Collins and Fleur, with a dilemma on his face, Fleur was criticizing the layout of Hogwarts against him and the Slytherin boy student council president.

"It's nothing," she said contemptuously, glancing at the star-lit walls around the auditorium. "At Beauxbatons Castle, our auditorium is filled with ice sculptures at Christmas. Of course, they don't melt . . . The food is also superb. We also have the Mountain Fairy Choir, who serenades us when we eat..."

The boys' student council president and Roger Davis next to her looked increasingly intoxicated. Harry guessed that they didn't listen to what Fleur had to say. When Davis stroked his hair with a fork, the next Collins snorted heavily.

He tried to smooth things out and said hesitantly: "I think the two schools have different beauty, the Black Lake at Hogwarts has giant squid, you can swim in it in summer, and you can pretend to be drowning, so the giant squid Come to your rescue; and Beauxbatons, I mean .

As a result, he offended the two girls at once, and Collins and Fleur turned their heads away, which made Davis a little embarrassed.

Collins moved his chair out, leaned over from the next table, and whispered to Ron, who was closest to her: "Have you solved the secret of the golden egg?"

"What?" asked Ron dully, staring at Krum and Hermione--they seemed to have cleared up their misunderstanding and were having a good conversation so far.

When he came back to his senses, Collins was staring at him fiercely, his body was cold, and his mind tried desperately to recall the question just now: "Uh, not yet, but soon, maybe in the next few days."

Collins looked suspicious, and she quickly said to Ron, "...if...try the water..."

"What did you say?" Ron asked quickly, not listening, but at this time Dumbledore stood up with a goblet and Collins moved his chair back.

"Did you hear what she said?" Ron asked his titular partner.

Padma Patil rolled his eyes at him and said angrily, "I don't know."

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of the fork hitting the glass penetrated the noisy auditorium and landed accurately in everyone's ears. Everyone was quiet, and they all looked at Dumbledore on the rostrum.

"Students, please stand up, I need to move your tables to make room for the dance floor," he said with a smile.

Then he waved his wand, and all the tables swish to the wall, leaving a clear space in between. The students were standing with their dance partners, and Harry noticed that Parvati's arm was wrapping around his arm again, and he tried to wiggle twice without a trace, but didn't.

Then Dumbledore cast a spell on the right side of the auditorium against the wall to create a long and narrow stage with a drum set, a few guitars, a lute, a cello and several organs.

The lights around the auditorium were completely dimmed, and only the dance floor in the center was brightly lit.

"Students, professors, foreign guests - enjoy the wonderful music!" Dumbledore said happily, with open arms, as the eccentric sisters swarmed the stage together, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

With his left hand behind his back, Dumbledore invited Madame Maxime with his right, and the two slid onto the dance floor, dancing to the soft and soothing music.

Felix was very glad that the seat he was sitting was close to the steps and was not within the range of being moved. He sat comfortably in the chair and watched with interest that the members of the strange sister group wearing strange clothes picked up their instruments and started to play.

He turned the menu to the last page.

"Opera," he said clearly.

The next second, with a delicate and tempting cake of chocolate and coffee frosting in front of him, he raised his fork and noticed a stern look.

"Do you know what to do at this time?" said Professor McGonagall, pursing her lips.

Felix froze for a moment, looked around, "Oh..." He stood up and bowed slightly, and asked politely, "Can I have the honor to dance with you, ma'am?"

"Of course." Professor McGonagall held out her hand with a smile. "Throw your fork away, Felix," she whispered.

The two walked towards the dance floor.

At this moment, Felix's mind was racing, and everything in the auditorium turned into slow motion - he could see Dumbledore taking Madam Maxime's hand, the point of his pointed hat just touching her chin; Mad Eye Han Moody dragged Professor Sinista, seeing Professor Sinista's expression like a dark wizard who was unfortunately arrested, and also saw Ludo Bagman bending his stomach to invite Professor Sprout...

He used the thought-acceleration magic to the extreme.

What happened in the auditorium flashed into his mind. Basic poses, dance steps, holding hands, matching beats... After he walked the dozen or so steps from the bench to the dance floor, he had changed from a layman to a rookie on the dance floor.

"Waltz, Minerva?" Felix asked, deflecting a flower fairy flying from the ceiling, the unlucky little fellow stumbled onto the stiff-faced Harry's shoulder.

"Of course," said Professor McGonagall.

The two danced gracefully. Felix moved his footsteps while continuing to absorb the essence of the dance moves of everyone present. He unexpectedly discovered that Dumbledore was the one who was best at dancing.

Sure enough, getting older is an advantage, and Felix's mind is full of this weird idea.

After a few minutes, the dance was over. Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "So you can dance, and dance so well, I thought you were unfamiliar with this."

Felix wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead without a trace, "I really didn't practice much before." He looked in the direction of Snape, who was standing on the edge of the field, and his black robe had disappeared.

The eccentric sister group in the corner played another upbeat dance tune. "Continue?" he asked politely, and out of the corner of his eye caught sight of Hagrid swallowing his Opera cake and walked nervously towards Madame Maxime, who was separated from Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall smiled: "It seems that you are really unfamiliar with these things. You can't spend the entire ball time on one person. The good girls are waiting."

"what?"

Professor McGonagall took two steps back when a beautiful girl suddenly appeared. "Professor Hepp?" Bethney blinked and looked at him expectantly, so Felix held out her hand and made an inviting gesture, which Bethney readily agreed.

The style of dance music was completely changed. Felix had to speed up his thoughts and try his best to capture the movements of others. After a few seconds, he skillfully led Bethney around the dance floor happily, drawing a long, Beautiful track.

At the end of the song, Bethni's face flushed red.

She tiptoed lightly and whispered, "You dance really well, and...thank you for saving me." The corner of her mouth touched Felix's cheek lightly.

Bethney fluttered away.

He raised his head and found Furong standing in front of him, "Are you good at this song?" Furong asked playfully. At this point, the performance of the eccentric sisters turned into a more lively and jumpy polka.

Felix: "...Of course."

After exchanging seven or eight dance partners, Felix found that the person in front of him had been replaced by Hermione.

"Oh, professor, I saw it all around, you danced really well."

"Thank you, it's not just one person saying that."

Felix said that he silently counted down the new songs of the strange sister group, and when the music played, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally took a turn, and finally did not need to speed up his thinking.

He walked and circled the dance floor with ease and graceful demeanor.

On the edge of the dance floor, Seamus and Dean were sitting at the table, eating dessert to themselves, Seamus stared and said, "I didn't expect that Professor Hep was good at so many dance styles... The time he stayed on the field. It should be the longest, right?"

"Yeah, how did he do it?" Dean was also surprised.

"Who was the girl he danced with? Beauxbatons or Durmstrang's student?" Seamus asked, squinting.

"What's your look? She's Hermione!" Dean exclaimed.

Seamus stared at Dean, Dean pointed to the dance floor: "Look at her big teeth, so obvious..."

The center of the dance floor.

Hermione bit her lip and whispered, "Did you know that Warren gave me a Christmas present?"

"I know," Felix said.

"It was your idea?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Of course not," Felix explained, not quite understanding her meaning, "I've been opening presents during the day and writing back letters. It was almost evening when I found out that you had prepared a gift for Warren as well. She was very happy. Well, because no one except me remembered to give her a present, so she gave her a gift in return..."

"But the gift is too precious!" said Hermione.

"Precious?" Felix laughed. "No, Granger, it's just a souvenir. I've researched it, and there's no chance of it being repaired."

"Really..." Hermione thought for a while.

At this moment, the ring on Felix's left hand vibrated, and he couldn't help frowning.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Someone should want to contact me." Felix said calmly. At this time, the song had come to the end, and Felix led the final shaping action and left the stage with Hermione.

Someone else came over with eager expressions on their faces. "Sorry." Felix declined.

He nodded to Hermione and left in a hurry, clutching a copper nut between his fingers, which made a pair with the hot nut he gave Dobby, and injected into it whenever Dobby was going to report. Magic, let him know in advance.

But this time, the coin was so hot that he wondered if it was about to melt.

Felix quickly walked out of the auditorium and came to the courtyard, where the noise and noise quickly dissipated. "Hey!" With a soft sound, Dobby's figure suddenly appeared. He looked very flustered, and his big eyes were full of fear.

Most importantly, he also carried a fainted house-elf on his back.

After confirming that Dobby was all right, Felix felt a little relieved. He squatted down and looked at the house-elf that Dobby brought over. From his perspective, it should be a female house-elf.

"What's the matter, Dobby?" he asked softly.

"Do, Dobby don't know either! Dobby just wants to invite friends for Christmas. Dobby knows that Winky has a master, so she deliberately chose a very late time. They should all be asleep. Dobby knows that her master Not feeling well..."

Thanks to the reward from the leader, Ashires, this book has an eighth leader.