A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The day passed so peacefully. The next day, the Ministry of Magic held a press conference, and the Minister of Magic, Amelia Burns, herself acted as the spokesperson. She stood on the steps, and below was a group of reporters and photographers, which were also dotted with people running over to watch the fun. She looked at Kingsley, who nodded slightly at her.

Ms. Burns quietly declared:

"The rumours advertised in the newspapers about Mr Felix Hepp getting the Elder Wand have been proven false. I personally checked his wand and it was not the rumoured elderberry, which has been It's very telling. As we all know, in addition to his extraordinary accomplishments in ancient Rune, Muggle studies, etc., he is also a writer with a childlike innocence. ” came from him, and when he conceived this masterpiece, he referenced a lot of works of the same type, and naturally, the spirit of the poet Bedou, who had influenced countless little wizards, was also incorporated into it.”

"Are you trying to say that Mr. Hepper named his wand the Elder Wand because of his admiration for the poet Bedouin?"

"That's right."

"Ma'am, are you denying the existence of the Elder Wand?"

"Maybe it's real, but it's certainly not in Mr. Hepp's hands right now, and it's not in our discussion today," Ms. Burns replied.

"How did you check, if he did a disguise?"

"I don't doubt my eyes," Ms. Burns said coldly. "Next."

"What if he has a second wand?"

Burns surveyed the speaker through his monocle: "I don't recall inviting you. Which newspaper are you a reporter for?"

"Ahem, I'm here to travel, travel." The bald man who asked the question shyly said.

"Very well," Ms. Burns said calmly. "We'll check your clearance paperwork after the press conference, or you'll be prepared to pay the fine."

She cleared her throat and continued:

"Things may be more complicated than imagined, and I can reveal a piece of news: the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet who approved this article is suspected of being under the Imperius Curse, which shows that there may be a huge conspiracy behind the matter, given the current situation. , we have reason to suspect that it has something to do with Voldemort and his evil gang."

The red-carpeted press conference was silent, as if someone had chanted a spell.

"Cough, are you sure?"

"I used the words 'suspected' and 'probably'," Ms Burns said sternly. "But if you were well informed, this article appeared in more than a dozen countries, it was impossible It's a coincidence!"

"I am very contemptuous of the framers, because the people behind the scenes can't even tell the most basic fact, that is, Mr. Hepp's own research field is ancient Rune, and the Rune craze that is very prosperous in Britain at this stage is him. One-handed.

Although Mr. Hepp is not good at words, he still deeply regrets the behavior of putting the cart before the horse. So he commissioned me to hold a meeting in the village of Hogsmeade on the last weekend of October - October 27th -"

At this time, reporters raised questions.

"Why is it taking so long? As long as he comes out and says he's never had an Elder Wand?" Rita Skeeter's eyes flickered, and her question drew a chorus of approval.

"Because that's just a little thing!" interrupted Ms. Burns. "The Elder Wand is worthless in Mr. Hepp's eyes compared to promoting ancient runes, and that's the difference between you and him—"

Rita Skeeter glared at her fiercely.

Others record excitedly, the quill seems to be smoking, the white light of the flash keeps flashing.

"Moreover, it must be mentioned that Dumbledore, who is the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Mage of Wizengamore, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has submitted an application to the International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards to use this exchange as a An international event that will invite enough prestigious wizards to come, including experts in ancient writing from all over the world, and principals of magic schools in various countries."

The reporters were stunned. The quills of various shapes hanging in the air also seemed to be in poor contact and fell to the ground one after another.

Big news.

Rita Skeeter grabbed the emerald-green feathers of the quill, with a very excited expression on her face. She promised to do it in vain, and it was a best-selling series when she did it.

For the next few minutes, only the excited chirping sound of Quill remained.

"...All outsiders must report in advance, and their activities are limited to Hogsmeade villages. Violators will be severely punished..."

"Can you talk about the meeting?" Rita Skeeter asked dutifully.

"What can be revealed at the moment is that in addition to presenting his research results, Mr. Hepp will reluctantly take time out to accept challenges from anyone—"

"Wait! Challenge?"

The reporters smelled the key words.

"That's right," Ms. Burns said, looking at the excited, unfamiliar faces on the field—they were obviously foreign wizards, with an inexplicable sympathy. Only she and a handful of wizards in Wizengamore have seen Felix Hepp and Voldemort fight.

Since you are so happy, you probably won't refuse to sign the life and death certificate, right? She continued to read the speech calmly:

"The event is expected to last three days..."

"The Ministry of Magic will actively negotiate with the Ministry of Magic of various countries. At that time, it will take the form of live broadcast, and the future world company will provide technical support..."

The press conference ended with fiery eyes.

By the time the news reached Hogwarts, it was the next morning, and the students were hurriedly exchanging information with each other at the dinner table, occasionally making eye contact with tacit expressions that meant, "I'll just say there's big news. Right." Then he went to class.

For the next few days, the school was filled with restlessness, and this restlessness manifested itself in the following classes, when bold students couldn't help but ask relevant questions.

"Professor Black, who is better between you and Professor Hepp?" A very unpleasant student asked an unpleasant question.

Sirius glared at him, "This comparison is meaningless. In addition, it is forbidden to provoke relations between professors, so Gryffindor deducts five points."

Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned.

It was hard to hide their actions from Sirius, he regretted telling them that he had been hanged by Felix, and at the moment he was a little embarrassed, he said with a dark face: "Since you asked, I can answer a similar question. Question: How do you think you are better than the Aurors?"

"We can try." He held his wand and looked at the students maliciously, "Aurors have a lot of opportunities to engage in combat, unlike you play at home... It's a real battle, and the opponent is usually a cunning and murderous black man. wizard."

"People who have duel training and those who haven't experience it are completely different. Furthermore, those who have actual combat experience are completely different from those who have not. This gap is reflected in the understanding of duels and in those tiny details. "

"Just say me, I don't necessarily exceed you too much, but even if we use the same spell and the power is controlled at the same level, the gap is still quite huge..." He paused and made a provocative gesture , the meaning is already obvious.

"So—who came first?"

Harry was eager to try, but Sirius pretended not to see, he still had a grudge, "Shabini, you come." He ordered someone, and Bryce Shabini stood up confidently, his friend blowing Loud whistle. "Harry, you call to start."

Sirius and Blaise stood face to face, staring at each other's faces. When Harry shouted "Go," the two moved at the same time, and with a flick of Sirius's wrist, Blaise's wand flew out immediately.

"A little trick, but if you're holding on to the wand, the power of the spell will probably only throw your arm a little, but it's just right here," explained Sirius. "Come on!"

Blaise picked up his wand in disbelief, this time holding it firmly in his palm.

"Go!" Harry yelled.

The two raised their wands in unison—

"Except your weapons!" Braith shouted imposingly, but Sirius struck him first.

"Silent casting always makes you one step ahead." Sirius tilted his head and said.

"I'll chant the same spell as you this time, let's do it again," he said.

Blaise hesitated, picked up his wand from the ground, and looked carefully at Sirius.

After a moment of silence.

"Remove your weapon!" "Remove your weapon!" They both shouted at the same time.

Only this time, Sirius bowed his head sharply, dodging the spell quickly, but Bryce hit it firmly, and the wand flew out of his hand many times.

"Even if two people recite the spell at the same time, I still have the opportunity to dodge, or use the wand to pick up the spell. In short, there are many ways to deal with it." Sirius said: "You may have read similar things in textbooks or storybooks. I even practiced it in private, but I still can’t remember how to use it in actual combat, or I can’t use it well.”

"Your professor last year, Alastor Moody, I've dealt with, he has a saying that sounds good, always be vigilant. Of course I'm not asking you to follow him, but at least you should know when danger comes. What to do, if you can't learn it, remember it with your body!"

...

In the dead of night, Felix unfolded the new Marauder's map, and the lines of Hogwarts Castle and the Forbidden Forest intertwined with each other, springing up like mushrooms. His index finger lightly tapped an inconspicuous corner, and the light and shadow flickered in an instant, and the clouds and mist shrouded, the original pattern quickly disappeared, and a new path extended from the corner of Hogwarts Castle, twisting and turning until a new map appeared.

It was a small village made up of cottages and shops with many familiar names: Ambrose Froome of Honey Duke, Lady Paddyff of Lady Padieff Teahouse, Rosmerta of Three Broomsticks Madam, Joko from Joko's Joke Shop, and the bartender at Pig's Head... Aberforth Dumbledore.

To be honest, Felix was really taken aback when he first saw the name.

At this moment, he lowered his head and used the dim light to overlook the names in the village of Hogsmeade——

"Let me find out, which strangers show up, and who are stupid enough to wander around Hogwarts?"