A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 57 "Harry, show your hands!"

The little wizards were discussing enthusiastically. As fifth-grade students, they rarely come into contact with such interesting courses-every professor is pushing their potential as much as possible.

Of course, to some extent, this is also the debt they owed in the previous four years.

In the hallway, Warren Pardis said to his friend with some chagrin: "I could actually win, I just had bad luck."

"It's because you are too radical. You have answered at least ten questions wrong." His friend replied.

The little wizards came out of the classroom busily, and Felix rubbed his sore fingers.

The "scenarios effect" of this knowledge contest was all spelled out by him spell by spell.From the nine-square grid, to the score change, to the color feedback of the correct and incorrect answers, all are handled by him.

"Mistake, change to ten points next time."

In the two classes in the afternoon, Felix tried it in the sixth and seventh grades respectively, and the results were excellent—even the "extremely poor students" of the ancient rune remained awake enough in class.

This made his thoughts clear.

"We can do more of this kind of game-based teaching in the future, but the premise is to make sufficient preparations." In the evening cafeteria, Felix feebly inserted a piece of potato drenched in black sauce. imaginary.

Little things add up, and the number of spells he cast today has clearly exceeded the limit.

common room.

The twins, Fred and George, are manipulating magic puppets to fight. They have already learned the second and third sets of practical runes.

This makes their battle very enjoyable. The magic puppet in Fred's hand will emit a circle of lightning every time he punches, making a "crackling" sound. Li Qiaodan's hair stood on end because he was too close. stand up.

George on the other side did not give up. His magic puppet is the very popular "Fire Man". Whenever he uses the iconic "Big Fireball", it will attract a lot of admiration.

At this time, Percy Weasley came in from outside the lounge. He had just completed his inspection mission.Seeing him, Ron in the corner simply turned his head away.

The two are still fighting.

"Ron, haven't you made up yet?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Unless he apologizes to me," said Ron stubbornly.

Harry sighed, and he couldn't say much, after all, Ron was equivalent to taking the blame for the three of them and losing face.

"Hey! Percy, I heard you got ten points today from Professor Happer?" asked a Gryffindor.

Percy puffed out his chest reservedly, making his prefect badge more conspicuous, "Yeah, Professor Hype tried a new teaching method, and I have to admit, he's quite a smart guy."

"You beat Slytherin!"

Percy said modestly: "It's just a competition, one more word, ten points, I lead the opponent by nine points."

The Gryffindors were amazed again, Percy is indeed a top student who has obtained 12 certificates.

"Leading by nine points!" Ron repeated with a look of disdain.

Harry quickly changed the subject, "Hermione, did you ask Professor Hemp about the basilisk?"

Hermione shook her head, "I rarely see the professor from Monday to Friday." Unless there are papers that need her to correct.

"But it will be too late until the weekend!" Harry said reluctantly, "in case there is an attack in the middle..."

He slammed the table hard, startling the two little wizards passing by, who gave Harry a terrified look and quickly passed him.

"Look, they all thought I was a murderer!"

"Harry, why don't we go to Professor Haip now?" Hermione gave him a careful look.

Harry glanced at the wall clock, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, "Tomorrow." He slumped on the chair like a deflated rubber ball.

They were basically sure that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was the basilisk, and about Hermione's confusion—the basilisk's eyes were lethal, but the two current attacks were only petrified—Harry also had his own speculation: those victims Instead of looking directly at the basilisk, Mrs. Norris is through the reflection of standing water, and Colin Creevey is through the lens of the camera.

But whether this is correct remains to be confirmed, after all, the sample is too small.

At this time Ron said to him: "Harry, is the magic puppet that Professor Haip gave you in your schoolbag?"

"Yes." Harry replied weakly.

He practiced privately a few times, but his skills were still a little short, and he was just able to control the puppet to walk normally.

"How about we try?" Ron glanced at Percy in the crowd.

"Here?" Harry hesitated.

Hermione's eyes lit up, she had wanted to try it for a long time, and she had a soft spot for this look when the public class started.

Ice blue hair, delicate and lovely face, hit her heart perfectly.

"Maybe...it's not a good choice..." Hermione said duplicity, but she didn't stop Harry from taking the magic puppet out of his bag at all.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Fred came over with his arm around George's shoulder.

"Oh, it's just a magic puppet." Ron tried to say in a calm tone.

Fred was taken aback when he saw the puppet in Harry's hand, "This is not an ordinary puppet." From the appearance alone, the two are completely incomparable.

"Professor Hype." said Ron.

Fred picked up the magic puppet, "This thing..." He glanced at George, "I can hardly feel its magic fluctuations, and it's more delicate than Digory's ghost doll—even worse than the one we dismantled. It makes a world of difference."

"You have also disassembled-"

"Shh!" Fred raised his finger, "Hold down, this is our little secret with Professor Haipu..."

George took the puppet and said by the way: "Once we broke the magic puppet in our hand."

"It was 'accidentally' broken, and we were terrified at the time—" said Fred.

"Worried about being deducted points and being locked up—"

"Or hung up and whipped with a whip soaked in cold water—"

"So we tremblingly apologize—"

"And then? What punishment did you get?" Ron asked.

"No, little Ronnie," Fred blinked, showing a smirk, "The professor said that we are very talented in alchemy, so he added ten points to each of us, but—"

George sighed. "When we put the second damaged puppet part in front of him, he fought back to not give us a point deduction."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

George looked at this unusually delicate magic puppet, admiring it from time to time, and finally he returned it to Harry: "It's amazing, what did you do?"

"Yes—" Ron was about to speak when Hermione stepped on him hard.

The twins looked at each other and shrugged.

Fred said, "Shall we demonstrate it for you? This puppet must have a lot of new functions, and I don't think you are very proficient."

"Who said that! Harry, show yourself."

Harry drew out his wand, and under his guidance, the magic puppet stood up with a sway.

A few young wizards looked over from afar.

Harry tried his best to manipulate the magic puppet, but unfortunately, it could only scatter icy blue snowflakes at best.

"Harry, you don't have enough control." Fred explained the reason.

Harry pointed his wand at the magic golem, and he felt he had touched its core.So he concentrated all his attention, trying to wake up the silent rune circuit.

His magic power touched a world of ice and snow. The sharpness and coldness made him feel like he had eaten ten popsicles in one go, and his consciousness seemed to be frozen.

Harry's face was purple with cold, and he let out a cold breath.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron stood up in a panic. At this moment, everyone could see that something was wrong with him.

However, the next second——

"Chi chi chi!"

The magic puppet suddenly lit up, light blue ice crystals fell one after another, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. "She" raised her arms suddenly, and a series of icy blue icicles rose from the ground, and the cold air spread to the surroundings like rolling air waves .

Several people stared at this scene dumbfounded.

In front of the palm-sized magic puppet, a row of half-person-high icicles extended seven or eight meters away, completely freezing the door of the common room.

The cold ice fog filled the air, and the little wizards in the common room sneezed collectively.

At the same time, Professor Haipu, who was far away in the office, was sipping tea and flipping through an ancient alchemy book in a happy mood.

Beside him, today's Daily Prophet, today's front page headline: "Good and Bad: Two New Professors' Big Gap," by Rita Skeeter.

　cough cough!During the May Day holiday, everyone wants to go out and play (so does the author), so there will be no updates on weekends, and I will try to keep the update stable at two updates.

　　
　
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