A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Saturday, February 4, 9:30am.

Felix, fully dressed, stood in the fireplace, amidst a bright green flame, his figure disappeared into the office.

When Felix came out of the common fireplace, he was already at Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is the most famous magical business district in the British wizarding world, which brings together many famous shops, bars, offices and large enterprises.

Gringotts, the Leaky Cauldron, the main office of the Daily Prophet, as well as Ollivander, Lady Morkin's Robes, Lisbon Bookstore, Pharmacy, etc., which are closely related to the little wizards, are all here.

But Felix was just passing by. He patted the dust on his body with his top hat, and the next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark, narrow alley.

When Felix walked out of the alley, he was standing on a deserted-looking street with only a few low-rise office buildings that looked run down, a tavern, and a dusty antique car.

He walked some distance and came to a red phone booth against the wall - it looked pretty bad, tattered, with the red paint peeling off in large swaths, the glass shattered several times, and no normal person would ever have one. Explore the idea.

But Felix walked in, picked up the phone that was hanging crookedly, dialed the number "62442", and waited in silence.

A few seconds later, an indifferent woman's voice echoed in the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

Felix said calmly: "Felix Hepp, invited to attend the award ceremony of Damocles Belby."

"Thank you," said the woman's indifferent voice. "Guest, please take your badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot. It read: Felix Hepper, invited to visit on a temporary basis.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

Felix pinned the badge to his robe. His thought at the moment was, is this woman a real person?

But the ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. About a minute later, the phone booth stopped.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a great day," said the woman's voice.

The door slammed open, and Felix walked out, facing a splendid hall.

He walked on the gleaming dark floor, lined with gilded fireplaces on either side of the walls, and for the official Ministry of Magic staff, this was their way of commuting.

It may be the weekend, there are not many people, but there are also wizards in twos and threes who are still busy. A young man with a pimple-faced face passed by with a shaky stack of parchment in his arms.

Felix looked at his back, who seemed to be his acquaintance just now?

He shook his head and walked past the fountain in the center of the foyer to a table. Behind the desk sat a wizard in a pierced turquoise robe and a shaved beard.

Above his head was a sign that read "Security Check".

Felix tapped the table with his fingernails, "Good morning, sir, I'll register the wand." The wizard raised his head and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Come here," said the wizard in a listless tone.

Felix approached him, and the wizard held up a long golden rod, as thin as a car antenna, which he swiped across Felix's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand." The security wizard grumbled and held out his hand.

Felix rolled his wrists and popped a wand from his sleeve.

The wizard was stunned, "I've seen a lot of Aurors hide their wands like this. Are you a new Auror?"

"I'm at Hogwarts," Felix said briefly.

"Oh, that's a good job..." The wizard's attitude became a lot more enthusiastic. "My name is Eric Munch. I am usually in charge of security checks, and occasionally work as a guard."

"Felix, you can call me that."

Eric threw his wand at a grotesque brass machine that looked like a scale. The machine began to vibrate slightly.

The sorcerer said, "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleburn is retiring, is he still there? His class is so bad, when I was in school..."

"Mr. Munch," Felix interrupted, "Professor Kettleburn also teaches little wizards, and I'm in charge of ancient runes."

As far as he knew, Professor Keitelborn was indeed retiring, but there was a ready candidate to succeed him - Rubeus Hagrid.

Dumbledore is actively vindicating him and restoring his reputation. But it doesn't seem to be going well, because the murderer who opened the secret room has not been caught, and Felix has planned to throw the diary out at the right time.

But in this matter, it must be ranked after Dobby. Otherwise, something went wrong in the middle, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see that reckless elf.

In fact, Dumbledore can solve the matter of restoring his reputation and appointing a professor himself. He only needs to mention it at a certain holiday dinner. But in order for Hagrid to use his wand in an open manner, the Ministry of Magic must be approved.

And the Ministry of Magic has always been the representative of tough mouths.

"Di Di!" A narrow strip of parchment spit out quickly from the bottom opening of the brass machine, and Eric tore it off and read the words on it.

"Thirteen inches, ebony, dragon heartstring core, ten years old. Right?"

"Very accurate," Felix said softly.

"I'll keep this," said the wizard, stabbing the parchment on a small brass nail. "You take this back." He grabbed his wand.

"thanks."

"Wait a minute," Eric stopped with his hand stretched out in the air. Across the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest.

He said slowly: "I remember you mentioned just now that your name is Felix, Felix Happ? The one who brought about the 87 Duel Agreement..."

The tip of Eric Munch's nose turned rosy, and the wings of his nose expanded excitedly, as if he had seen something remarkable.

"Can you tell me, what did you think at the time? I mean, that's one of the 28 pure bloods! Although I don't like them - I'm half blood, but they've existed for hundreds of years, and there are still Makes sense. But now one of them has left the UK for good, which is a shame..." he rattled.

Felix stretched out his hand calmly, and the black jade-like wand on the wizard's hand flew into his hand with a "whoosh", "I'm in a hurry, I'll have a chance to chat again." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned around left.

Felix took the elevator to the second floor. He followed the direction of the house number, passed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items, and the Office of Investigation and Seizure of Counterfeit Defense Spells and Protective Equipment, and finally found Wei. Sengamore Affairs Office.

On the left side of the office, there are two oak doors that open to the inside and look very heavy. There is a prominent sign hanging on the door - Parlor No. 3.

When Felix approached, a very familiar voice said in a long tone: "The taste of the potion is not important. My personal habit is to increase the amount of aconitum..."