Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

Felix walked out of the makeshift tent, gazing through the crude pillars of the grandstand, and from a distance, he spotted several moving figures, among them Hagrid’s gruff voice is well recognizable.

He walked over and watched as the big, burly Hagrid holding a bundle of tangled chains, which fell with a “thud” in the vacant space next to the blue Swedish Short-Snout Dragon; then Charlie raised his wand and the chains rose up like a snake as it swam next to the dragon – which is still unconscious, snorting two sparks from her nostrils from time to time – “click!” and the chain latched onto her ankle.

“There,” Charlie wiped his sweat, “Hagrid, you’d better step back …”

“But… She’s just sleeping soundly.” Hagrid said, stroking the spikes on the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon’s head with a look of infatuation.

“Felix,” Charlie greeted as he walked over, looking at Hagrid with some helplessness on his face, “If she’s hunting in her dream … then it won’t be pleasant to deal with her.”

Felix looked around, a few conscious dragons growled lightly, there are still a lot of staff left in the venue, after they took off their fireproof helmets, there are quite a few familiar faces here.

“When are you guys planning to leave? There should be a celebration in the evening.”

Charlie looked up and pondered seriously, “Will be staying tonight, not because of the celebration … it’s a task that Mum assigned, she told me to make sure I talk to Ron and the guys to confirm nothing is wrong with their young minds.”

“Mrs. Weasley is worried?”

“Ah, how can I put it, she’s flustered as it is …” he mimicked his mother’s anxious voice: “How can they compete in a tournament of champions? They are all too young! Little Ronnie even got bitten by a gnome when he was cleaning the garden and cried like a baby …”

The next second, his face became serious, as he said solemnly: “We are afraid to tell her the truth, fortunately, there is not much description in the newspaper, she flipped through the newspaper without seeing much useful information, and then found a lot of gossips – Dad was happy that her attention was diverted, and she discussed Whether Krum had secretly changed his age … as a joke.”

Felix laughed silently as Mrs. Weasley’s chattering, and worried face already appeared in his mind.

“Looks like she doesn’t know about the dragon part.”

He approached the black Hungarian Horntail, which slumped down somewhat comically, dangling her huge, hideous head without showing the arrogance of her race, even her yellow eyes had become much softer.

“Don’t shoot your breath at me.” Felix muttered, patting the spikes on her head, “I didn’t realize you are a female dragon. Didn’t you recognize that it wasn’t your actual egg you were protecting before?”

The Hungarian Horntail wheezed twice, her breath curling up the dust on the ground as she looked around at the staff with displeasure.

“Oh, it seems they not only snatched your egg but also used a Confundus Charm on you, how awful …” he said as he moved closer to the Hungarian Horntail’s neck and observed one of the dark, shiny scales.

He had transferred the Ministry of Magic’s confidentiality contract upon it, and now that the competition was over, the effect of the contract had disappeared.

“We didn’t rob her of her egg.” Charlie said, and from his angle, he could only see half of Felix’s body, as if he had been eaten by the dragon in one bite, so he couldn’t help but smack his lips, “Tch! What a great relationship.”

“Going to the castle?” Before leaving, Felix asked.

“When I’m done, I’m going to stop by the Owlery first and write home to tell Mom everything that happened today.” His face suddenly scrunched up, “Maybe not ‘everything’, at least I won’t say how big she is.”

He said as he pointed to the massive Hungarian Horntail, to which the dragon glanced at him disdainfully.

Felix and a reluctant Hagrid headed back, Hagrid walked more slowly with one step at a time even with a Bigfeet than Felix.

“Is the Firetrail Snail okay?” Felix asked.

“It’s okay, but a bunch died, had too much lettuce …,” Hagrid said without thinking, and immediately turned his head to look when he heard the hissing of the dragon.

“Do they hibernate?”

“Oh, uh … hibernate?” Hagrid looked at him blankly in return, “That’s a question I hadn’t thought of …” he mused, “Although Sphinx doesn’t hibernate, fire crabs do. You’re right, I should prepare for that earlier.”

Felix nodded, he did not care about the Firetrail Snail, he just wanted to divert Hagrid’s attention.

The Firetrail Snail is bred out of the two different snail artificially. There are actually quite a few creatures of this type in the magical world, but not many of them can survive stably, and most of the creatures born because of the wizard’s involvement are often submerged in time, with only those old magical journals bearing traces of their existence.

The two parted near Hagrid’s hut.

When he entered the castle, the great hall bustled with people from all four houses, singing joyfully as if it were a holiday, accompanied by “crackling” firecrackers bursting, forming a moving image of “medieval wizards fighting dragons”.

A loud cheer rang out from the crowd.

The six champions are surrounded by students, looking uncomfortable, with Cedric smiling coyly and Roger Davies holding a goblet in the style of holding wine, talking to Collins, who is sitting quietly, occasionally fixing her flowing hair. Not far from them, Harry and Hermione sat at the long Gryffindor table eating their food quickly – they are starving, as they listened to Ron colourfully telling stories at the dining table, holding a strawberry tart in his hand.

Felix looked at the time, it is obviously not a mealtime, it should be that the students ransacked the Hogwarts kitchen.

The Weasley twins were standing with their best friend Lee Jordan. Fred kept rubbing his hands together as George desperately tried to stop him, “Think about it, we’re going to be the public enemy of the whole school.”

Lee Jordan also squeezed his eyes at him, gesturing towards Professor Hap behind him.

Fred looked back and grinned, “Okay.” He had to give up the extremely tempting idea as he had to put away the Dungbomb in his hand.

Then he pulled out a bag of custard cookies almost as if by magic, “How about trying this? We have a duty to brighten up the atmosphere, Zonko’s fireworks are so old-fashioned.”

“Wanna give it a try, Professor?”

Felix twirled a cookie, looked at it twice, and out of it flew a beautiful canary that circled the three of them twice and quickly disappeared.

“It tastes a bit strange, is it because of the added magic?” He asked with a smirk.

The twins scowled as they pulled Lee Jordan, who was trying to explain stiffly, and darted away. They made their way through the crowd, putting some cookies in every table as a trap, then squeezed into Harry’s group and handed it to Ron, who was gleefully describing his journey.

“Oh, thanks–” Ron took the cookie without looking at it and took a bite: “Where was I? The Hungarian Horntail spewed fire – Hermione’s Phoenix and Harry were circling it, and it was terrifying, so I said to myself that something had to be done, and I calmed down and recited a powerful spell -”

“Did you mean the illumination magic?” Fred laughed out loud, “By my count, there are at least twenty people in the school who know this magic.”

“That’s not the same!” Ron argued, “Sitting comfortably on a cushion chanting a spell is completely different from doing it under the eye of a dragon, I mean – it’s at least sixty feet tall!”

Just then, he suddenly turned into a big canary and sat on the long Gryffindor table, startling the crowd.

“It’s a canary cookie …,” Hermione said as she took a quick look.

“How do you know?” Harry asked, looking with great interest at the big canary, which turned its head back and forth dully, making everyone laugh.

“Fred and George have posted small ads in the common room.” Hermione said.

After half a minute, Ron began to lose his feathers, after the spell lost its effect he blushed and stammered, “You two … be careful I will hex you …”

“Oh ~ after confronting the dragon there’s no difference, only brave enough to speak harshly … So, how about continuing your story with the dragon, Mr. Champion? We are all very curious.” Fred bowed and asked courteously.

“I am not just a talker!” Ron exclaimed.

Filch stayed in the corner with Mrs Norris, curling his fingers as he debated whether to stop them – but there are too many of them with almost the whole school present. Professor Flitwick, who also standing on the sidelines, said with understanding, “Let the students have fun and celebrate, and I’ll remind them to clean up.”

Felix walked next to Snape, whose expression looked very similar to the polished armour next to him, which looked out of place with the cheerful atmosphere.

“They’re doing well, aren’t they? There are Slytherin House students are here as well.”

“Do you want me to write a letter of appreciation, Felix?” Snape said, tucking his arms into his black cloak as he said so.

Felix grunted something that sounded like, “I hope so.”

“I heard Moody turned your office upside down?”

“Our Headmaster gave him the right,” Snape said quietly, looking at the sudden appearance of a ‘canary’ in the great hall with a disgusted expression, “and you can’t avoid it, so you’d better hide your filthy things. … Mad-Eye Moody not only has good eyes, but also a good nose.”

“Oh, I will.” Felix said with a very bright smile.

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