A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 350: A Patronus (Dementor) disguised as a ghost?
Chapter 352 Disguised as a ghost... Patronus (Dementor)?
According to the usual practice, Hagrid led the first-year students to ferry across the lake, while the students of other ages took a carriage and walked along the path to the main entrance of the school.
School auditorium.
"My lord, this way please—" Peeves turned somersaults in the air, nodded and bowed, and led a strange ghost to the auditorium. All that could be seen was a pair of silver, emotionless eyes.
Peeves said with a smile: "Then I won't bother you, I have something to do... I have prepared a lot of water-filled balloons for the freshmen, don't you want to see the water balloons in the cute little balloons?" Are the guys blowing up over their heads?"
The ghost didn't say a word, Peeves turned around and was about to leave when a big silver hand came out from under the cloak, quickly grabbed the back of Peeves' neck, and shook it vigorously.
Peves struggled twice, but did not break free, but swayed rhythmically, fluttering, with a helpless expression on his face.
He is a spirit born from the castle. Compared with ordinary ghosts, he has stronger abilities. Ordinary ghosts can only slightly interfere with reality, but he is different. If it is more real, he can completely compare with the students who is stronger, even wrestling.
What makes him afraid is the professors in the school—as the aggregation of students' emotions, Peeves' fear of professors is carved into his bones, but at the same time, he is also a representative of naughty students, and he can always Eloquent and eloquent, what he is afraid of is actually a professor full of majesty and integrity;
Second are powerful wizards who can influence him, such as Headmaster Dumbledore and Felix Hemp;
Three is an alternative among ghosts, such as the **** Barrow, and——
The short Peeves looked at the tall and indifferent ghost in front of him, cursed in a low voice, the silver eyes under the ghost's cloak suddenly looked at him, Peeves immediately put on a naive smile, and kept rubbing his fingers.
The ghosts in the auditorium are discussing——
"Are there newcomers?" Nearly Headless Nick, the resident ghost of Gryffindor College, said sentimentally.
"Looks like a ruthless character." Hufflepuff's ghost fat monk said cheerfully, "That's great, someone needs to cure Peeves."
"Yeah, that's true." Nearly Headless Nick said, "Since Bloody Barrow left..." He looked around meaningfully, attracting echoes and criticism of Peeves' bad deeds Spotted condemnation.
"By the way," one of the ghosts asked, "does anyone still have a picture of Peeves?"
"The one with the prankster twins blowing Peeves around the castle with a fan?" Nearly Headless Nick asked with interest, showing a contented smile, "I have it, and I have it in exchange for five secrets." of."
"How about holding a viewing?" suggested the ghost.
About more than a year ago, when Felix was in his first year at the job, facing Peeves’ provocation, he cast a confusion spell, which made Peeves confuse the concept of time and mistakenly thought that he had just I was born, unable to deal with all kinds of chaotic and mischievous thoughts of the students, and became muddled.
And his old rivals, the Weasley twins, took the opportunity to conjure up two fans, took Peeves around for exhibitions in turn, and almost successfully held a party, but Professor McGonagall stopped it halfway, and many The little wizard and all the ghosts are very sorry for this.
Among the onlookers at that time, someone took a picture of this magnificent scene, and the photos began to spread, attracting many people to snap up them, but after Peeves recovered, he became furious and snatched most of the photos .
During that time, Moaning Myrtle shuttled through the girls' bathroom on every floor, telling every student about the evil deeds that Peeves bullied her.
……
At the teacher's table, Felix and Professor McGonagall were chatting about unfinished topics in the principal's office, and Flitwick joined in midway to discuss which spells were suitable to be placed in the "category that must be mastered".
Professor McGonagall said seriously: "If possible, I hope that little wizards can master all the knowledge, every lesson is very important."
"But Minerva, if we're going to do something, we have to think about how to get the students to accept it," Flitwick said sharply.
Professor McGonagall snorted, of course she knew this, but she had too high expectations of her students.
Felix nodded slightly, "My idea is to break up these spells and divide them into different grades. For example, disarming spells are more suitable for third-grade learning and fourth-grade assessment, and apparition may require six Grade study, seventh grade assessment."
He added: "The purpose of the assessment is not to score points, but to enable them to truly master these spells. Therefore, I think that the assessment time should be as flexible as possible, and there should be no limit on the number of times."
Flitwick thought about it, and said: "This idea is not bad. If the exams are concentrated in the final year, most of the students may procrastinate. Severus, what do you think?"
"I have no objection, and you didn't include potions." Snape said coldly.
"This..." Flitwick stammered, "You are also one of the regular professors of the Dueling Club, aren't you? You should know that Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a shortcoming of the students, thanks to the duel The club can make up for part of the gap.”
"Lupine taught well last year," interjected Professor McGonagall.
"I understand," said Flitwick, "and Belby, they're all very nice, but..."
He hesitated for a moment, trying to organize his words and said, "But we all know what this class is like-each professor only teaches for one year, and I don't deny that Dumbledore has tried to find excellent students as much as possible." good wizards to teach this class, but good wizards and good professors are two different things.”
“Learning well doesn’t mean you can teach others.” Felix concluded.
"That's right!" Flitwick's eyes lit up, "That's it! A good professor needs rich experience and can understand all kinds of problems students encounter... This process may last for several years, but for this For the professors of this course, it is simply impossible.”
"Spells and Defense Against the Dark Arts both teach spells, but they focus on completely different things. What I teach is general practical magic, of course it also includes various basic skills, and those offensive spells that can be used in duels And defensive spells, basically belong to the category of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."
“The professors of this course are the most unstable. If you meet a good teacher, you can learn more things. It's a mess."
Professors were silent, a list of names of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors over the years popped up in their minds, and they checked their seats one by one.
Felix is also thinking about the professors he has come into contact with—both in school and at work. Frankly speaking, like Lockhart, they are already the bottom line in various senses up. Most people are just mediocre, or not good at teaching students. They often describe a simple problem in a foggy way, making little wizards confused; It is impossible to effectively solve the troubles encountered by the students.
There is another problem hidden behind this, that is, there has been no reasonable planning for this course. Experienced professors like Flitwick and McGonagall, who teach from the first grade to graduation, are well aware of the characteristics of each student and will give targeted guidance.
Moreover, what should be taught in each grade, how much should be taught, and what kind of feedback is generally given are also very clear.
And when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts... It's not bad to be able to teach the subject according to the script. There are very few professors like Lupine who consider students and try to make up for their lack of homework.
Most people still follow their own habits, talk about it here, talk about it there. A hammer to the east and a mallet to the west.
So after seven years, some students will be surprised to find that they have listened to seven classes with the same content—from seven different professors.
……
Snape snorted disdainfully at the side, isn't this the truth? The shiny cloak looked familiar.
And this ghost has not spoken from the beginning to the end, and put on a cold posture, so that the almost headless Nick who floated over to talk to him returned in embarrassment.
There was a noise in the foyer, the students' carriages stopped at the door, they ran into the castle against the heavy rain, chattering non-stop, the school was immediately filled with a lively atmosphere.
Felix stopped talking, his eyes lit up slightly, the ghost standing quietly in the corner of the auditorium suddenly became active, grabbed Peeves and flew towards the hall.
Students walked into the cave-like deep foyer, shaking off the rain with the help of torches hung high on the wall.
"My God," said Ron, shaking his head so hard that the water dripped all over the place, "it's just drowned."
Harry twisted his sleeve silently, squeezing out a large puddle of water. His shoes and trousers were also soaked in water, they dragged down heavily, and his hair stuck to his head wetly.
"What, what is that—" Neville, who came over in the same carriage with them, shouted, with a look of shock on his face.
The people around raised their heads and looked at the marble steps leading to the auditorium. The eyes are very indifferent.
"What is he holding in his hand?" Farther away, someone noticed the movement here.
"A freshman?" Someone guessed, but it was too short, like a small carrot head.
"How is it possible, they should still be floating on the lake, wait--" A senior student's eyes widened, "That's Peeves!"
"Peeves is being carried in his hand? My God!"
"No, that, that's a dementor!" A student with particularly bad eyesight screamed.
The air froze instantly, and the students gasped, their bodies trembling, and they were in a mess.
"Hoo-god-guard!" Harry yelled, drawing out his wand.
Silver light fell on the ground, and a silver shadow flew out from his wand. It was a stag, vigorously and fearlessly leaping towards the 'Dementor'.
Harry didn't have time to think about why the Dementor suddenly appeared in the castle. He looked at his Patronus with full expectation, and he was absolutely sure that it would serve him again as before.
“Zizi~”
Harry wondered if he had read it wrong, but the tall 'Dementor' reached out with his free hand and slammed on the stag's antlers, forcing his Patronus to stop.
He blinked in disbelief, the lens was indeed a little blurry, but such a big Patronus could never be mistaken.
Ron stammered: "This, is this the leader of the dementor? Judging by its height, it is not impossible..."
Hermione trembled all over, took out her wand and tried to save herself, "Huh~huh~hugod—protect——"
"Call God to protect you!"
A seventh-grade student shouted, a silver leopard rushed up, was slapped and slapped by the 'Dementor', and the freed Peeves immediately went into the wall and disappeared.
Before leaving, he shouted exaggeratedly: "The new ghost is fighting with the students! The new ghost is fighting with the students!"
Professor McGonagall hurried over, the peaked hat on her head was askew, she shouted angrily: "Peves, what the **** are you doing?" But the scene in front of her was not the same as she imagined , she blinked and looked at the scene.
"Minerva, it's me." The ghost had to speak, a gentle voice said. Seeing the dementor speak, this scene frightened several nearby students into a hug.
Professor McGonagall heard his voice, holding his anger and whispering at the ghost: "Felix Haip, pretending to be a ghost to scare students, it's outrageous, let me tell you——"
"Uh, it was an accident, sorry, Minerva, they took me for a dementor..."
Ghost Felix said in embarrassment~IndoMTL.com~ He never expected that someone would refer to the ghost as a dementor, and what was even more outrageous was that Harry immediately released the Patronus Charm to attack him.
Where's your brain?
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, opened and closed her nose, and let out a heavy breathing sound. This was a sign that she was going to explode, and it was usually accompanied by reprimands and deductions of points. But since Felix is a professor himself, the latter will not be used.
"I'm leaving now." The ghost said hurriedly, he didn't want to provoke the angry lion. In this state, McGonagall, even Dumbledore followed the instructions, and he disappeared with a "whoosh" .
Professor McGonagall's chest was rising and falling, and she glanced at the hourglass in the foyer that recorded the college grades. After a while, she said sternly to the drenched crowd, "What are you waiting for, enter the auditorium, hurry up!"
She headed into the auditorium, followed by dejected students, walking with a bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, leaving wet footprints behind.
"If I were you, I would try to dry the moisture from my body with a spell."
Professor McGonagall stopped and said with a headache that it was hard to imagine that among these students, there would be a warrior representing Hogwarts who would participate in the Tournament and win glory for the school after more than a month.
(end of this chapter)