Chapter 521： 23 things to start school

In the early morning of the next day, Varen was unwilling to get up in the velvet quilt, so Felix stuffed the constantly chirping alarm clock into its little quilt.

Warren turned off the alarm clock in dissatisfaction, pushed it out, then smacked his lips in a daze, turned over and fell asleep better.

Felix came to the auditorium. The weather outside was gloomy and humid. The feathers of the owls were all wet by the mist in the air. A brown owl circled him twice and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet.

He spread out the newspaper, and it didn't mention the attack on the Minister of Magic yesterday. Instead, a picture of Ms. Bones standing in front of the Thief-proof Waterfall was on the front page. In the photo, she looked at the camera calmly with a very reassuring expression. The several background panels beside her-the Aurors stood behind her with solemn expressions, Sirius leaning on the wall, and poking his wand at the thief waterfall. Water curtain.

When Felix appeared in the ancient magic text classroom, there was already a student waiting at the door.

"Good morning, Professor Haipu." Colin Crevy said enthusiastically.

"Nor are you, Mr. Crevey, come in." After two months, Felix opened the door of the classroom for the first time. Inside was a scent of accumulated dust and damp and corrupted air. The corners were covered with green moss.

"Tsk." Felix said, waving his wand, all the windows in the classroom opened, and then there was a whirlwind in the room, the desks and chairs "crashed", Crevy's face flashed with excitement. After ten seconds, a cloud of gray air flew out along the window, and the air in the classroom became fresh and comfortable again.

"Next is the moss, it's all fine work." Felix murmured, pointing his wand at the stubborn green patch, and the tip of the wand emitted a burst of light. When the light hit the wall, the moss on it immediately It's gone.

"Is it the cleanup curse, professor? I can help!" Crevy volunteered. Felix had nothing to do with it. Crevey took out his wand and learned the way Felix was. He wanted to chant the spell silently. After several failures, he had to chant the spell honestly: "Clean up! Clean up! new!"

Ten minutes later, they stared sharply at the classroom, searching for possible stains. "It's almost done, let me think about it, because I love labor, add 10 points." Felix said, came to the window, there was a drizzle outside, was carried by the wind into the classroom, and hit his face cold. Zizi.

Crevy took a seat at the front, took out the "Practical Magic Text (Elementary, and asked with interest: "Professor, what new teaching aids have you prepared this year, can you tell me in advance?"

"Why do you say that?" Felix looked at him from the window.

"Because the professor prepares new things every year," Crevey broke his fingers and counted them one by one: "The first year-oh, I was in the first grade-was a magic puppet, and the second year was all kinds of All kinds of sight glasses, the third year is the magic text card... I just want to know what new teaching aids are coming this year."

"Ah, you have to say that... isn't that what you have in your hand?"

Crevy blinked and looked down at the "Practical Magic Text (Elementary in his hand. The expression on his face suddenly collapsed and he was disappointed. "But—" he stammered: "It's just a summary of some practical magic texts."

"Okay." Felix shook his left hand, and a gleam of light flashed through the ring-with a loud "bang", a large box fell on the table.

Crevy's eyes widened. He leaned down and stared at the contents of the box—they were all kinds of small wooden sticks, which looked similar to quill pens and a bit like a magic wand, except that one end was cut into an acute angle. The surface of these small wooden sticks is painted with some strange patterns, which look like letters and magic symbols, but they are all plausible.

"Magic carving knife," Felix explained: "It appeared two years ago, but I have not promoted it. After all, the effect of magic wands is not bad. But as the ancient magic writings become more and more perfect, there are It is necessary to make a more detailed division. Just like the crucible of the potions class, various models have been developed over the centuries: ordinary, automatic mixing, foldable, special materials, etc..."

This is actually the suggestion of Heidestrong Villa.

Crevy looked at the box and asked, "Professor, how should I choose the magic knife that suits me?"

"Oh, the material is actually the same-even from the same chestnut, at most the pattern is different, but it does not affect the use. You can choose one you like, first come first served -" Felix said, seeing him interested Choosing vigorously, I was relieved.

After Warren learned to write, he liked to paint everywhere with a paint brush. Felix cut a whole chestnut tree into a thick plank of the same height as Warren, so that he could write and paint on it. Except for a few ‘works’ that are considered past, Felix’s collection, the rest of the materials are all in the box.

He caught a glimpse of Crevey picking up a carving knife from the corner of his light, and looked at the pattern on it with awe. Felix decided to keep this secret, no, keep this tradition. In the future, some patterns that are of no practical use will be added to the carving knife...

At this moment, two more students walked into the classroom. Ginny and Luna looked at Crivi who was about to lie in the box with curious eyes.

...

Felix stood on the podium. The students in the audience were discussing with a magic engraving knife. They even seriously guessed the meaning of the pattern. Seeing that the topic was drawn to "some kind of mysterious African text", he hurriedly announced the start of class.

"As you already know, this course has a separate practical part, which means that the value of practical magic texts has been recognized by the Wizarding Examination Authority and included in the examination. According to the first edition of the assessment standards, the owls examination will only involve portraying common The magic text symbol and the magic text circuit of the s test will involve the magic text spells, such as the bright and blazing fire curse..."

The magic spell is not as easy to learn as imagined. Its minimum requirement is to master a magic symbol of practical magic. Few students in the class can actually do this. To be precise, remove Ginny and Luna, who are members of the Mowen Club, and this number is currently zero.

At the end of a class, Felix accepted the summer homework and announced the end of get out of class. The rain was getting heavier outside, and there were a few muffled thunders from time to time. At noon, Felix had finished eating in the auditorium and saw that the door of the staff lounge was hidden. He opened the door and walked in.

"Oh, no matter who it is, help close the door, thank you-it's a bit noisy outside." said Professor McGonagall's voice.

Felix closed the door and looked at a desk—the voice came from there. But he only saw the piles of parchment, and Professor McGonagall's body was completely blocked. Felix waved his hand and a flame ignited in the fireplace. The moisture in the room dissipated a lot.

"summer homework?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall raised his head and pushed his glasses. "The first week of school is the busiest. Many things need to be dealt with, such as summer homework, Quidditch selection, adjustment and selection... The information from the Order of the Phoenix should also be timely. Organize, not to mention taking time to comfort Keridi—"

She shut up suddenly.

"Muggle Studies Professor? What happened to her?" Felix asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips.

"Well, you will always know from other places... She was involved in a tricky trouble."

Felix's impression of the professor still remained two years ago. They participated in an unsuccessful international conference together. The professor mentioned that he was studying a popular science book on genes and heredity~www. novelhall.com~ Thinking of this, a guess came out of my mind—"There will be no Death Eaters trouble with her, will they?"

But it shouldn't be, Rita Skeeter is still alive.

"Of course not, she—she was caught by a Muggle policeman," Professor McGonagall snorted from her nose and said in an unclear manner. Several sparks appeared, suspected of possessing dangerous weapons."

This thing...

Felix smacked his lips. After a while, he said dryly: "She hasn't been punished, right?"

"The Ministry of Magic sees that she is a professor, and the penalty is not serious—just being warned and a fine. Fortunately, she didn’t enter Azkaban. She might feel ashamed, and submitted it to Dumbledore when she came back. Resignation report, but the principal did not agree. She has been staying in the office these days and cannot come out because of the preparation of a new book."

Felix raised his eyebrows and thought of the paper that Professor Bubaji intended to publish. He felt that this new book would cause an uproar, but it was not impossible to publish it, but it was really sensitive at this point in time. In less than ten seconds, he thought of a solution-to send her a complete set of biology books.

Since she is determined to study, take more time, and when she understands everything, the battle may be over.

At this time, the door was pushed open again from the outside.

The "rustle" of the quill rubbing on the parchment was immediately covered by the noise outside the door, and then a damp cold air poured into the room, and the flames in the fireplace blared fiercely, stirring a series of red wood on the red wood. Mars.

With a "bang", the door was slammed shut, and Snape walked in, dragging his black robe, which had not changed all the time, with a thick pile of parchment floating behind him.