A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix put away the newspaper. "Hah!" Warren called out.

It's not over yet!

"Well, seriously, your reading speed should have picked up. Where are you seeing now?"

The fork in Warren's hand pointed to the middle paragraph of the newspaper.

"Snake stick?" Felix murmured, "I'll tell you a story about the secret room another day." He continued to drink his cereal, ignoring all the curious glances in the auditorium. After a peaceful breakfast, he appeared in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

There are already guests there.

A stocky, bald man crammed his bloated body into an armchair, one of his fat hands picked up a frosted pineapple from a box next to him, chewing in his mouth, his thick walrus-like silver beard clinging to bits frosting.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I have something to report to you." Felix scrutinized the man calmly. He was wearing a maroon velvet coat, and the shiny brass buttons were unbearable when he swallowed. Heavy moan.

It's really strange that I can think of the scene of Yestral eating, but Yestral is much thinner than the current wizard.

Slughorn glanced at Felix nonchalantly, and the movement in his mouth suddenly stopped. "Is that him, Albus?" He asked Dumbledore, who was sitting across from him. Compared with him, Dumbledore Lido was just pitifully thin.

"Felix Happ," Felix said politely, "if you want to ask my name."

"Ah, of course, who else has the ability to impress," said the wizard, jumping nimbly from his chair, reaching into his jacket pocket with another clean hand and pulling out a soft purple velvet handkerchief , rubbed his fingers carefully.

"I've been looking for a chance to meet you," he said, holding his chubby hand in front of Felix. "The famous Felix Happ, the pride of Slytherin."

"You're overrated," Felix said, shaking his hand with sticky fingers when he released it, but he knew it was psychological. He asked tentatively, "Mr. Slughorn?"

The wizard's eyes widened and his bulging belly quivered regularly.

"Sit here..." Slughorn asked him to sit closer to him, in the tone of the house owner. Dumbledore had a smile on his lips, as if he thought it was very interesting. Varen jumped off Felix's shoulder, tugged at Dumbledore's trousers, and pointed at Fox, who was resting on the shelf, with his pink little finger.

"Haw?"

Dumbledore handed it a candy as if by magic, and winked at Warren: "Sharing is the stepping stone to friendship."

"I agree with you, Dumbledore," Slughorn exclaimed, and he sat down side by side with Felix, his body retracted back into the chair, squirming to adjust the most suitable angle, and after a while he sighed contentedly , "Want a piece, Felix?" he said rather enthusiastically.

"No thanks," Felix said. "I've been allergic to sweets lately."

"I have times like that too," laughed Slughorn, picking up another piece of pastry, "and for a while there was a particular preference for a certain sweet thing, and I ate it so much that I didn't want to touch it again for years. . . . that was when I was younger, and now I prefer a little bit of everything."

"Very wise speech," Felix said briefly, but it would have been better not to use the example of sweets. He silently watched as Warren climbed onto the slender-legged table and looked at Fox, the phoenix, standing on a gilded perch. Warren was dangling on the table with the candy, and Fox squinted at it.

Dumbledore and Slughorn also looked at them with interest.

"The cockroach pile, some people don't like it, but it has a different flavor." Dumbledore said, while talking, Fox quickly stuck his head out of the perch, took the cockroach-shaped candy from Warren's hand, and swallowed it in one mouthful. The long beak made a crisp "click, click" sound.

All three looked back contentedly at the same time.

"Ah, I'll go get what you want," Dumbledore said suddenly to Slughorn, who stood up and went up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Felix could feel Slughorn's eyes watching him calmly as he disappeared down the stairs.

"You're more talkative than I thought," he said after a few seconds. "I mean, a lot of people have mentioned you in their letters, and it's hard to believe they're so divided about you."

"It's not surprising," Felix said.

"Oh, uh, you're right, everyone has a different position, and I've heard some rumors, like your origin... although I don't care at all - it's true!" Slughorn said, and then he He talks at length about the connections he has accumulated over the years, in his words, everyone is "in a key position." Many of them are Muggle-born wizards, and as he says, he has no prejudice against blood. .

On the contrary, Felix read a hobby called "collection addiction" from his incessant expression. So Felix suggested that he write a memoir, and write all the talented students he had taught.

"I found out when I was the Head of Slytherin that young Muggle-born wizards can always bring me all kinds of novel ideas, it's incredible... Of course, I mean the excellent ones. From From this point of view, their existence is very necessary, and they can bring fresh blood to the old-fashioned magic world... It's a pity that I didn't retire two years later." He stared at Felix with burning eyes, as if regretting that he missed a piece treasure.

"Are you still in touch with those students?" Felix asked, from what he had heard during the summer, the old gentleman lived in a rather remote place.

"Ugh, I was going to hide and stay out of the limelight. You know, it's going to be chaos outside very quickly, and I'm not going to get along very well with those dangerous guys, but they're definitely going to find me... I have this A hunch," said Slughorn, "that's when Dumbledore appeared."

He suddenly looked angry. "He's trying to get something from me, oh, I can't say exactly what—" he shook his icing fingers, "I've worked with him, and I know what he's like, and I can't get it out of the way. Stop it. He also found a little guy to be a lobbyist!"

Felix smiled, he knew who it was, Harry.

"I'll just say it in private, his hands are despicable." Slughorn leaned over and whispered, with a heart-to-heart tone, "but very clever, he hit my weak spot, I'm old , my heart has softened, especially with the children of my favorite students..." He sighed deeply, the walrus beard cocked up comically, "By the way, she's also Muggle-born." He took the Pick up a piece of pastry.

"Lily is a genius, spiritual, ingenious, and knows how to give back... Since knowing my birthday, she has given me a thoughtful gift every year, never absent, even after she graduated. When I read the news of her death in the newspaper, I knew that no one would send me warm knee pads in the future...Alas, in a word, good people don't live long." He muttered, picking up a handkerchief and blowing his nose heavily.

Felix didn't think about how to respond and whether to respond to him, but he changed the subject fluently.

"You don't know how Dumbledore prys open other people's mouths? He specially brought wine on my birthday, saying he wanted to celebrate for me, but he couldn't fool me, I know what he was thinking! But I can't refuse a sumptuous dinner, even if the big and the small have no purpose... The most annoying thing is that after he used me, he just let go, and I asked him to introduce me to the other two youngest Merlin Medal winner, but he kept saying that I was not a teacher at the school and could not disturb them... He even suggested that I write a letter!"

said Slughorn indignantly.

At this time, Dumbledore appeared in the stairs, and he spoke in a humorous tone:

"Dear Horace, of course I'm not targeting you. In fact, since this time, the media have been approaching me and wanting me to arrange their interviews, but they have been rejected by me in the name of affecting my studies. Thought it would be a good thing to let them know too early that they suddenly had a group of admirers, it would confuse their little brains."

Dumbledore said, handing him a package.

"Thank you," Slughorn said in a rare voice, struggling to get up from his armchair to take the package. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, where the green flames burned. "I'll be back, Dumbledore!"

Slughorn stepped into the flames with one foot, hesitated, then pulled it back, took a small bottle out of his pocket and threw it to Felix, "Hand over to Harry Potter for me, just say It's his late birthday present."

He stepped into the flames, hugged the package, and disappeared in a very comical circle.

Felix looked at the thumb-sized bottle in his hand. He put it away, looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Albus, I have something to tell you."

"About the Elder Wand?"

"You saw today's paper too?" Felix asked.

"More than today's papers," said Dumbledore.

"what?"

"I got in touch with some friends in France, Bulgaria, Norway, and even the US this morning, and they told me they had seen similar articles as well, but not today, the earliest records go back a week."

Felix frowned.

Voldemort's plan to kill three birds with one stone has been carried out very thoroughly. In his understanding, Voldemort has three goals. One is to cause him trouble, so that he can't do other things for a few months; the other is to use other People's lives test the authenticity of the Elder Wand; as for the third, Voldemort may still have a secret expectation, in case he and Dumbledore break up because of this.

After all, he stayed at the school, and if there were always dark wizards spying on him every three days, Dumbledore might be really dissatisfied. If he is Voldemort, he can take the opportunity to control a few hapless people to sneak into the school, and cooperate with some public opinion offensives...

But with so much fanfare, Felix always felt that Voldemort might have other plans.

School? Ministry of Magic? Or Sword Castle? He thought to himself.

"Voldemort finally found some work for the huddled Death Eaters," he said sarcastically.

"This approach really caught us off guard. If the news was only limited to the UK, I believe it would not be so passive... But at this time, there may have been many people illegally sneaking into the UK." Dumbledore said, "I contacted Ami Leah, she'll be here later."

Felix nodded.

"What are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked.

"Two things... The first one, ask Ms. Burns to clarify to the public that her words are more convincing than mine. With her testimony, at least the British wizarding world will not be in chaos."

"Makes sense," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The second thing," Felix's eyes flashed strangely, "let the wind out and say that I have a way to prove the doubts of the outside world, and welcome the 'witness' of the British wizards and foreign wizards." He was on the word witness accentuated.

At this moment, he looked sharp-edged.

Witnessing is just a euphemism for a challenge.

You say I have the Elder Wand, but I don't need it. Empty hands can still make all those who covet the Elder Wand's power despair. Felix grinned, showing his white teeth, and he was actually looking forward to that day.

"Felix..." Dumbledore paused.

"Don't worry," Felix glanced at him, "If it's possible, I won't take people's lives at will, but don't expect them to be better." In fact, if this matter is on Voldemort, the shadows in the dark It will only be more envy and fear, but it will become trouble on him.

He seems too low key.

The British mainland is better. Some of his "deeds" are faintly circulated in the dark corners, and no one will come to the door easily.

But abroad, his name seems insignificant. Well, not necessarily, Felix thought. Many people in the Quidditch World Cup have seen him make a move, but he can't say how much effect it has.

The clock pointed to eleven o'clock, and the fire in the fireplace rose high again.

Amelia Burns came out dusty.

"You are all here," she froze for a moment, then said, "It has been confirmed that a group of people entered the country illegally. Kingsley led the Auror team to raid Knockturn Alley and Hogsmeade, and arrested them. There are more than a dozen foreign wizards living there, and two are even wanted fugitives from other countries."

"There will only be more secretly," Dumbledore said softly.

"We think so too," Ms Burns said.

"There's something wrong with the Daily Prophet - its editor-in-chief should be under the Imperius Curse," Felix said suddenly.

"Yes, we tested it with Anti-thief Falls, but Barnabas Coffey doesn't remember anything, and it's hard to tell if it's a disguise in a short time." Ms. Burns said, she paused and looked at it. Felix: "Mr. Hepp, I want to know, the wand in your hand..."

Felix waved, and a black wand flew towards her.

"I did get a new custom wand from Mr. Ollivander - a replica of my first wand, thirteen inches, ebony, with the only difference being that the core was my own hair." Lix said he made a please gesture.

Ms. Burns looked apologetic, "I'm sorry." She picked up her wand and waved it, but it didn't respond, even resisting her magic.

"You should be able to find its characteristics. It's extremely exclusive. It's only suitable for me," Felix said softly. He opened his hand calmly, and the wand broke free from Ms. Burns' restraint and flew over spontaneously, around him. Circling, while buzzing with excitement.

"So you should be able to judge that this is the most suitable wand for me."

Ms. Burns watched in amazement, the wand was too lively in her opinion, and she nodded subconsciously.

"Wait, your hair?" She looked at Felix oddly. "Do you have the blood of a magical creature? Oh, sorry, you don't have to answer..."

Felix has a dark face, which is why he doesn't want other people to know the material of the core, especially acquaintances like Sirius and Severus, although these two have diametrically opposite personalities, they will definitely be in this piece. There was some kind of consensus on the matter - he would be laughed to death.

"The reason I use my hair has to do with my unique magical path," he explained briefly.

"I can attest to that," said Dumbledore.

Borns thought he was talking about unique magic and didn't ask any further. The three discussed for a while and finally reached an agreement.

"Oh, by the way," Ms. Burns said before leaving, "Tonks reported to me about the large puppet guards of the Sword Keep, and I walked around the gate of the Sword Keep and felt their extraordinary... I don't know magic. Can the Ministry purchase a batch?"

"Yes, I'll talk to Remus." Felix said, "But don't expect too much from them. Their existing defense mechanisms are relatively rigid, and at best they exist as a restraining force."

"Can combat casualties be reduced?" Ms. Burns asked.

"sure."

"That's enough," said Ms. Burns, laughing, as she walked away from the fireplace.

Felix also got up to leave. He has to prepare for the next few days. He is more optimistic. In his opinion, this is a good opportunity to promote the Rune system and expand the influence of the "Future World" company, depending on what he does.

Warren waved goodbye to Fox, and Phoenix let out a proud cry.

When Felix walked to the door, Dumbledore hesitated and stopped him from behind, "Actually, I know where the Elder Wand belongs."

Felix turned his head and looked at him deeply.

"It doesn't matter anymore," he said.

"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "In this confrontation, the truth is the only thing that doesn't matter."

"—but I'm still interested." Felix added.

Dumbledore was a little stunned to hear this, and after a while he shook his head, "Well, if you insist...it's in my hands."

At this time, after a morning of fermentation, the news in the newspaper had spread in the school, and the students were discussing the topic of "Top Ten Magic Wands" enthusiastically.

Recommend a book, "Just a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts", also a colleague of Harry Potter. The author is a big ship. He has written "My Hogwarts has a big problem" before, and there is a through train below.

The introduction is as follows:

Sherlock Forrest, who had just crossed into the world of Harry Potter, did not have a golden finger and did not inherit the memory of the original owner, looked at the Hogwarts letter of appointment in his hand, and pouted.

"Just a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

...

A few years later, the Daily Prophet interviewed Harry Potter, one of the top ten wizards in the wizarding world of the 21st century.

"When was the happiest day of your life?"

There was an uncontrollable smile on Harry's face.

"It's the day after Professor Forrest cursed me that I would be taken away by You-Know-Who tomorrow."

"Well, what's the day you least want to go through?"

Harry's face suddenly darkened.

"Every Christmas."

"Why is that?"

He covered his face in pain, and even couldn't help sobbing.

"Woooooo because on that day, Professor Forrest will wish me a Merry Christmas!"

Also known as "Please Shut Up, Professor Forrest!" ", "On the matter of defeating the Dark Lord, it only takes a certain professor to open his mouth", "I'm living a life of stealth at Hogwarts, just to live a healthy and happy life"