A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the Slytherin common room, a student gave an ebullient speech.

"Look at the circular field, the familiar star pattern, it is exactly the same as the ring of the International Wizarding Duel Competition!" Randolph said excitedly.

The people in the lounge raised their heads one after another, and a pair of scrutinizing eyes converged on him. There was silence all around, except for the sound of the green lake slowly slapping against the basement windows.

Sister Greenglass put down her quill. Sister Astoria blinked twice, as if she had discovered something interesting. She neatly pushed the parchment, ink bottle, and thick reference book in front of her. On the elder sister's side, one hand leaned on the table and tilted her head to watch the excitement, which annoyed her elder sister Daphne.

"Astoria, you little annoying..." Astoria grimaced, causing Draco across from them to sneer, he leaned lazily on a sofa chair, Pansy Occupying the position next to him, he fiddled with an emerald green bow with silver threads in his hand.

A little further away, Crabbe and Goyle were eating chocolate cake, and the cake crumbs were sprayed on the head of Millison Burst's cat, who whimpered and cocked his tail to break free from his master's thick arm. Jump in front of a little first-year witch. "Go away, stupid," she said, staring at Randolph's face.

Randolph wasn't too nervous to speak because of the gaze, but his voice was raised unnaturally. He waved his hand vigorously, and the newspaper in his hand almost hit the student next to him in the eye, but he didn't realize it at all, and all his attention was on what he was going to say next.

"This shows that... my previous guesses were all correct, and Professor Hepu finally stopped hiding his strength!" He whispered, with obvious excitement and conclusion in his tone.

"Did he hide?" the male student who was almost hit murmured.

"Oh, what I mean is, if I have that kind of strength, I'd definitely want everyone in the world to know about it." Randolph's face showed a bit of showy indignation: "You didn't see it, some time ago, it was published in the newspaper. Someone slandered the professor, saying he just knocked out a few drunks..."

"I don't know, I didn't go to the Quidditch World Cup final," the boy said.

"I'm going!" Randolph said excitedly, "Professor is so cool! Whoosh whoosh! The incantations from the sky came at him, and they stopped eerily in the air." Said: "It's a pity that the scene was too chaotic at the time, and there were not many photos left."

"I know the professor is very strong, but it's impossible to knock over a hundred of them one at a time?" His friend looked suspicious.

"How is that impossible?" said Randolph in a low voice. "The professor saved Potter and the others from You-Know-Who, and I heard a Death Eater died at the time!"

"Randolph!" cried one of the students, standing up, with the same gloomy expression on his face as his companion leaning against the rough stone wall. Nott said coldly, "Watch your words."

The first-year witch opened her eyes wide and suppressed her excited voice in her throat. She quietly took out a small green notebook from her pocket, pushed the fat cat out of the way, and opened the notebook to find the sign marked 'Nott'. ' page, watching the quarrel in the lounge expectantly.

"Mafalda! How dare you push my cat?" Millison glared at her viciously.

"Don't be noisy," Mafalda waved casually, "beware I'm making you into a story..." It seemed like a terrifying threat, and Millison gave her a wincing look, reaching for his cat came back.

the other side--

"Did I say something wrong?" Randolph yelled at Knott. "What do you think is wrong with what I said?"

Nott blushed, and he tried his best to show contempt and anger: "I'm telling you to be careful with your words and deeds, don't talk about those great--"

"Great? Who are you referring to?" Randolph interrupted rudely. "If I understand correctly, are you trying to speak for You-Know-Who?"

Nott stared angrily at Randolph, but more disturbingly, no one in the lounge had stepped up to help him. The lamp hanging down from the top of his head glowed green on his face, making him feel a chill in his heart.

"I, no... I just think, shouldn't..." he said falteringly.

"Then keep your mouth shut and stop talking about your pure-blood theory," Randolph said sharply. "Otherwise I'd think someone in your family was on the side of the Death Eaters!" Sit down.

The Slytherin common room was eerily silent, except for Mafalda excitedly writing and drawing on the green notes... Nott, who has been promoting the idea of ​​You-Know-Who in the past month... Suspected of being influenced by Death Eaters...

Those students in the lower grades were restless and didn't speak like quails. The older ones were a little uncomfortable. I don't know when to start, and the atmosphere of Slytherin Academy seems to have changed.

Regardless of critics, Voldemort was once a Slytherin flag, and before him was Phineas Black, but the two flags fell one after the other until Felix Hepp appeared. Their feelings for the professor are very complicated - it is said that the professor was treated unfairly by the college when he was in school, which made him unable to get close to the college. Fame overshadowed one day, and now it has finally reached a level that no one can ignore.

Compared to his jaw-dropping results, the other things that made Slytherin students uncomfortable were insignificant.

For example, the pro-Muggle tendency, which has been secretly criticized, has also been completely ignored under the reality that the "Future World" company is developing rapidly and is expected to be comparable to Gringotts in just over a year. There was even a voice: Professor Haipu has a unique vision, not only easy to grab a lot of wealth, but also put on a layer of 'friendly Muggle' coat for himself...

As for what the truth is, few people care.

When people mention Slytherin Academy, apart from the legendary characters such as Salazar Slytherin and Merlin, among the wizards who are still alive, except for the one who can't even mention the name, the first thing they think of is not Dean Snape, but Felix Happ.

This kind of change happens silently, and it is difficult for outsiders to detect, but it is extremely powerful.

One proof: When news of the return of You-Know-Who came out, a small group of people set out to preach extreme pure-blood ideals at Slytherin - just as their fathers did during the last war, and were surprised to find that the response was mediocre , hardly making any waves.

It's as if there's no market for this argument.

But there's only one real reason - Felix Hepper, seen as the new Slytherin flag, against the idea of ​​pure blood!

Even though he didn't do anything and didn't give any preferential treatment to Slytherin students, as long as he stood there, he could influence a large number of people.

It was a third-year Slytherin girl, Astoria Greengrass, who really made them realize this. She said something casually: "Professor Hepp will definitely be the headmaster in the future, and he is Slytherin, that's enough."

This sentence sparked discussions throughout the Slytherin Academy. They thought about it and came to the conclusion: This is a big truth.

If Professor Hepp wanted to, there was nothing in front of him.

Well... maybe the only obstacle is Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, which is why many people imagined that Professor Happ could fight Dumbledore after rumors of the Elder Wand came out.

How much power can an invincible wand hold in the hands of Felix Hepp, who has a lot of ancient magic? This is an answer that makes everyone who has seriously thought about this question tremble, even the greatest white wizard recognized by this era...can it compete with the combination of the two?

However, this kind of rhetoric gradually subsided, because Professor Hepp personally refuted the rumor and denied the authenticity of the Elder Wand, which greatly disappointed many Slytherin students.

But some ideas, once they are born, are hard to pretend that nothing happened.

It can be said that in the past half month, Slytherin Academy has experienced a ideological shock and baptism from top to bottom. It is also in this collective and all-round thinking that everyone has more or less their own inclinations.

Draco Malfoy watched Theodore Knot's indifference. He felt compelled to have a serious talk with his father, and this Christmas would be a good opportunity... The Malfoy family must take control of their own destiny, and if they can't, then fall to the side destined to win.

Besides, Muggleborn aren't that annoying either...