The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

1.

The rain continued for several days.The Hogwarts painters complained that the walls were always damp and that the dampness got on them.

The professors also said that the rain was going to dampen the little wizards' enthusiastic anticipation for Halloween.

Victor thickened the wooden walls of the tree tower and lit the fireplace. It was very warm inside the house.On days when he didn't have classes, he would sit on a wicker chair in front of the fireplace and read Muggle mystery novels.

Victor, who had already smoked the ending in the 21st century, circled the suspect in the magazine, wrote "He is the murderer", and then put the magazine back in the reading corner of the British bookstore.

He welcomed an old acquaintance on a wet Wednesday.

Professor Flitwick visited the Tree Tower and brought Victor a bottle of fire mead.

Victor was still a little flustered when he opened the door. When he saw his mentor, he squatted on the ground and shared a warm hug with him.

A flame burns at the base of the mead.It didn't taste burning at all, and Victor felt as if he had swallowed a hot spring egg in his stomach.Decided to let Locken try this next time.

"I heard that you are assigning arms to students. It's a very interesting attempt.

"I don't know how you designed your war studies, but if you need me to do something for your proudest student, such as using a string of tap-dancing pears as an attack object, I will be happy to do so without reservation."

Professor Flitwick jumped on the wicker chair and chatted with Victor.

Oh, that's too cartoony.Victor remembered the cutscene from Fruit Ninja.

"Then we have to wait until after Halloween, and after they have finished learning the theoretical knowledge, I can take the students of different arms to participate in the exercise.

"It's going to be fun. But I'm also prepared for a mess."

He has always been uneasy about the order of magicians.Professor Flitwick agrees.Talking about the various mistakes made by young wizards in Charms class.

Can you imagine, they used a levitating charm to throw me, a poor old man, up to the ceiling.

Victor patted the old professor on the shoulder and said, I understand, I understand.

Professor Flitwick put his wine glass on the umbrella conch and continued to talk to Victor about teaching work while drinking:

"Your arms class is very lively, and the new class of students are discussing it both in and out of class.

“Alas, they are always reviewing knowledge from another class in one class, and then reviewing the previous class in the next class. This is a common problem among students.

"How about it, Victor, among the students, is there anyone you particularly like? You asked us old men to ask for the subject transcripts, right?"

Well, I can even draw a hexagonal ability chart for them.Victor quantified data on everyone's basic situation.In the era of big data, wizards must also speed up their pace to keep up with Muggle thinking.

"The most impressive student, I think I have the same answer as you." Victor used a magic spell to write Hermione Granger's name above the wine glass.

Flitwick wasn't surprised at all.

"She is very smart. Don't be jealous, Victor, the smartest student I have ever taught in my heart will always be you. But Miss Granger is also very eye-catching.

"She has a good mind and works hard. The soldier you gave her was a Knight of the Round Table or something? She said that the soldier's requirements were very high. So she worked harder."

"It's like her style. I guess in the end she will not be willing to just show off her talents in the cavalry of the Round Table. Professor, do you want to make a bet on how many of the highest ranks in the private sector she can get when she graduates? I guess at least three."

Victor's conversation with Professor Flitwick was relaxed.They talked about the student's personality, talent, and then imagined the student's future like two married middle-aged men.

"They all have a bright future," Victor asserted.

That's why I became a war professor.Lead them to break through the smoke of war and welcome a new dawn.

Flitwick tapped the wine glass, as if he was a little drunk, and his tone sounded like he was singing:

"When that moment really comes, in what capacity will they end the war? General or commander? Hero or warrior?"

The half-elf old professor had a hazy drunken look in his eyes. Although they were chatting about the new class of students, Victor felt that the professor was talking about himself sitting opposite him.

"But you know, little Victor, the career I most look forward to for my students is if they can always be students.

"If one could stay in a happy time, it would be the seven years at Hogwarts."

Victor was a little dazed.He remembered the days when he first came to Hogwarts, followed Professor Flitwick and didn't have to worry about anything, and was interested in all magical things.

"I think so too," he said.

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After helping the drunken old professor out of the tree tower, Victor handed the mushroom umbrella to Flitwick and worriedly watched him fall into a puddle up to his knees.

The rain won't stop for a while.Except for Professor Flitwick, whose office is next to his tree tower, no one will visit him anymore.

Victor closed the door.Discreetly tell the tree vine guards to make prompt visitor announcements.Like Professor Flitwick just now, even though he is his most friendly teacher, he should not just let him knock on the door and come in.

He leaned his back against the wooden door of the tree tower and shouted in the direction of the office: "Come out."

With a click, the door of the office, which had been closed when Professor Flitwick entered, opened a crack. An arm wrapped in purple armor stretched out and flew a card to Victor.

Victor caught it steadily.It’s a blank slate Pharaoh card.The monster that was supposed to be in the card was now standing in front of him.

"Dark Magician." He nodded to the Black Magician.

Victor summoned him for the second time today, and he still chose to do it in the tree tower.

But not long after he appeared, Professor Flitwick came to visit, and he had to temporarily hide the Dark Magician in the office who was halfway through the exchange.

After drinking the remaining half glass of mead, Victor brought up the previously interrupted topic.

"This scar." He bent his right arm and showed the scar on the back of his hand in front of the Dark Magician's eyes. "You said it's a mark?"

"And the appearance of it on my hand means that I have officially become your master.

"Whenever I need you, you will always be there for me, even if you don't take out the Pharaoh card or use magic."

The black magician lowered his head in silence.Like the silent priest beside the pharaoh.

By asking hundreds of questions and asking the black magician to answer yesorno, Victor finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"The Pharaoh cards are affected by the ancient Egyptian magic power limit and have a limit on the number of times. If I call you with a mark, will you also have a limit?"

Seeing the Dark Magician nodding his head, Victor cried out in his heart that it was a pity.It seems that it is more convenient when summoning, but it still needs to be used sparingly.

But who would have thought that the magic stored in the Black Magic card is almost the total magic stock of Victor's deck.

Victor didn't think of this until dozens of months later, when he was playing chess with the Black Magician who had never used up his energy.