The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

1.

When Victor stepped into the tree tower, he felt like someone had come in.

The tree vine guard refused to admit that it had put the wrong person, and Victor criticized it. Just because it was a student he liked, he could not just invite him into the room, and Victor himself was not in the room.

Feeding on the nutrients of the soil in front of my door, the tree vines are turning outward like a white-eyed wolf.Victor cursed.

Waiting for Victor in the tree tower is the lone gentleman among the three Gryffindors, Ron Weasley.

Ron expressed his intention to Professor Victor very straightforwardly: he wanted to lay the first brick for his own path of war studies.Start with the "Mobile Tower" troop type.

He had always envied the lofty ambitions of Harry and Hermione's "leaders", but if his grades in History of Magic and the right to doze off in class were at stake, Ron firmly stood for freedom and dozing off.Let the history that cannot be learned be allowed to rot in your own yellowed second-hand textbooks.

Victor recalled Ron's troop suggestions in the magic roster.He is suitable for several types of troops, including mobile towers and white devils.

But what irritates Victor the most is that Ron has no possibility of being a Dark Lord like Harry and Draco.

How valuable compared to Slytherin, who has an average [-]% chance of becoming bad.

"The mobile tower requires Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You must have mastered them all." Victor spread his hands and asked the students for performance evaluations and letters of recommendation.

Ron looked at Victor's palm. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand and shook it, greeting the professor in the Muggle-style street fashion of "Hey brother."

It was so unexpected that Victor froze on the spot for a second, then took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance of three meters away from Ron, and said:

"Don't get close to me, Mr. Weasley. If you don't do well in these subjects, I won't trust you to become a training soldier."

Ron scratched his red hair like a flamingo.

"But I heard from Neville that he became a crow-headed witch doctor training soldier without getting all the recommendations! Professor Victor!"

Ron only needed a recommendation from Professor McGonagall.

He went to see Professor McGonagall.

The professor replied that when the chickens finish pecking the rice, the dogs finish licking the noodles, and your pet mouse is successfully turned into yellow fur, Ron will be able to get a letter of recommendation stamped by the transfiguration teacher.

"No, that's different."

Victor is not someone who can change his principles casually.

"Neville is only worse in Potions. That's Potions."

Ron stopped scratching his head and accepted this statement. This shows that everyone at Hogwarts, from professors to students, has a common image of Professor Snape.

"Then I don't have many choices. I just want to be a cooler soldier. Professor Victor, are there any options that are both majestic and not too difficult?"

"Start your career as a star, Ron. This is the career closest to your dream." Victor ruthlessly pointed out a clear path for the student.

2.

But how do you say it?There is no end to Ron's path.

Victor was soon kicked to the plate with his callous rejection of Ron.

This was when Victor was thinking about the "City in the Sky" troop training.

He thought again and again, even if he faced the risk of being kicked out by Principal Dumbledore, he must ensure the teaching quality of the course.

"City in the Sky" needs mounts that can fly.

To be more specific, Victor plans to let students in this sequence raise dragons.

As long as you're not a tyrant like the True Red-Eyed Black Dragon, picking some eggs or babies from herbivorous fire dragons is no different from hatching a chick, right?

Victor recalled whether he knew such a "chicken mother".

Hagrid was the first person he thought of.

Victor believed that this magical beast fanatic would understand him.

But a clever woman cannot make a fool of herself, and Hagrid told Victor that he had no way of touching the dragon eggs, at least not yet.

Victor thought for a while and gave up asking Hagrid for help.

He is already a neglected gamekeeper. If I cause him any more trouble, Hagrid will really be hanged up by the Whomping Willow and tortured.

However, Hagrid still gave himself two suggestions.

One, Victor can try his luck in Diagon Alley... cough, or Knockturn Alley.You might even see a smuggler selling dragon eggs.

I remember lying on the egg to listen for the heartbeat of the fire dragon during the inspection. The heartbeat of the dragon is powerful even in the eggshell.

Second one, why not ask Charlie Weasley?

Charlie Weasley?

Victor thinks this method is reliable.

He is still a student four years younger than me.

Once tortured the Ravenclaw Quidditch team into vultures in front of me.

You should have gone to Romania to raise dragons now?This is a professional team.If we can sign a contract with Charlie, the Dragon Riders will have a smooth journey in the future.

Victor regrets not being closer to Charlie when they were in school.This is what cold social connections are like. You only think of the good things of others when you need help.

If my owl can be faster, maybe I can close the deal with Charlie before the Halloween pumpkins are ripe.

Victor muttered to the autumn wind outside the window.

He went to find Ron anyway.

On the condition that Charlie Weasley's owl address and help Victor say something nice in front of his brother, Professor Victor agreed to Ron's "mobile tower" application without any principle.

“Tell Charlie, a simple and harmless Irish farmer, who wants to keep a few dragons as bodyguards at his luxurious estate.

"He read the book "Fire Dragon Species in Britain and Ireland" and wanted to buy a few fire dragons from professionals to raise. Just ordinary Welsh green dragons will do. Is this kind of dragon allowed to be traded among Welsh nobles?"

"Is this okay?" Ron showed the twisted and ugly letter he wrote to Victor. Victor said it was very good, so let's do it. I hope Charlie can agree, and I hope we can succeed.

"If you can ride a dragon in the Sky City, I would like to choose the Sky City again, Professor."

Victor covered Ron's mouth and said:

"Don't be too greedy, little Mr. Weasley. I can only open up a window for you. Since you chose the mobile tower, let's go and see what the mobile tower training soldiers need to do."

3.

Victor took Ron to the top of Gryffindor Tower.

In fact, it was Ron who brought Victor here. The latter had never set foot here during his academic career at Hogwarts. At most, he only took a look at Ravenclaw Tower from a distance across the galaxy.

It has a similar structure to the tower in our Yingyuan.

Victor stroked the stone wall with heavy historical traces while observing the structure of the tower.

"Let's go to the top spire. If it's like Ravenclaw, there are several small attics there, where Owl and Peeves like to play tricks.

"But don't be afraid. Even if you are so frightened that you fall out of the window, you can slide all the way back to the dormitory as long as you twist the bricks on the octagonal eaves a little."

Victor walked around the Gryffindor dormitory, stopped just below the attic, and cast the "Wooden Ladder Fall" spell with his wand.

An escalator train emerged from the ceiling, and Victor boarded it first, gesturing for Ron to follow with his eyes.

"I will definitely learn this spell." Ron swore under Victor's butt.

The attic was very small and dark even during the day.If you use fluorescent lights here at night, it will look like a scattered small house with lights on, like a theater private room.

The last time I climbed into the Ravenclaw loft, I didn't even have to bend down.Victor realized when he came in.

"Did you know that the bricks here can be moved?" Victor casually pushed aside a stone under the window and threw it up and down in his hand.

Ron told Victor to be careful of falling objects.Victor heard this and placed the bricks on the floor angrily.

"Your Transfiguration skills are far from satisfactory, Ron."

Victor twirled his wand between his fingers.

"You have to work harder to get through the training period of the mobile tower."

Victor tried to make this sentence sound more hopeful, but what he really thought was: Mr. Weasley will train for this forever.

"I'm going to teach you a spell that can turn masonry into a turret."

This sounds a bit like what a war criminal would say.Victor touched his nose and added: "First use mud and grass roots as bullets. When you master it, we will discuss the ammunition."

Ron raised his wand, like a soldier enthusiastically supporting the German head of state, his eyes filled with primitive yearning for firepower.

Victor had to use a silencing spell to stop Ron's exclamation at the moment when the bricks were successfully transformed into a turret.

The fort is only as big as a brick and may not even be able to kill an owl, but it contains an intermediate transformation spell and an ancient British curse.

The ancient reference can be traced back to the Enlightenment Age of Hot Weapons.

"Don't be afraid of difficulties. Other students who choose to move the tower will face the same trial. They may be in the attic next to you, across the wall from you, worrying about the same thing.

"Before Halloween, you just need to learn how to fall from the wooden ladder."

Ron held the mini turret more carefully than he held the dragon egg.If it were built back into the wall, would it still maintain its shape?he heard himself ask.

"It depends on the wizard's ability. You can try to embed it back."

Ron did as he was told.The moment the brick sank in, it became a part of the ordinary stone wall again.

It was Victor who canceled the Transfiguration.

"It can't be too conspicuous," he explained to Ron.

Ron understood.He reached out and touched the stone bricks just now, as if there were still traces of the magic on them.

Professor Victor must have been a naughty boy when he was in school.Ron complained silently in his mind.

"I have a lot of lessons to learn now. Professor Victor."

He stretched lazily and leaned against the attic wall.They dreamed that after becoming prominent in the field of mobile towers, if Fred and George dared to ride broomsticks through their airspace, they would shoot them down without mercy.

Gunner Ron is ready.Fire forward!

Victor patted Ron's fevered forehead and pulled him out of his wishful thinking. Through the window hole, he pointed at the mountains and fog in the distance outside the window.

The mist wraps the mountain like a ribbon.Across the cliffs and lakes, you can see a corner of the green Forbidden Forest, with jade-like dots on the silver-white rock mass after the frost.

"I once climbed up to the attic by mistake just to find a good angle to see the scenery around Hogwarts."

Victor stretched his hand out of the window.

The same wind as before will keep blowing on his students.