A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix returned to the office, it was late at night, and the windows were making a "clicking" sound from the wind.

He sat in a chair and glanced across the corner of the table, where there was a stack of photos.

Felix picked up the photo, leaned back in the chair, and watched silently—most of the seven photos were of Helena alone, and she always smiled quietly, but from a different angle.

Only in the photo with him, what he said at the time, Helena showed a funny expression, and she had an obvious gesture of covering her mouth in the photo.

Felix's fingers ran over the photo, turning her hair a burgundy color, before he put it in the ring.

"Good trip, Helena."

...

The next morning, a strong wind blew at Hogwarts, and Felix was woken up early. He walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas. The light in the office was very dim and it was dark outside.

The windows squeaked loudly under the gust of wind.

Felix snapped his fingers, the windows seemed to become a whole, and the sound suddenly weakened, but he couldn't do anything about the sound of the strong wind hitting the castle walls.

Through the window, the branches of trees in the distance could be vaguely seen swaying constantly.

"I don't want to think at all in this weather," he muttered, huddled lazily on the sofa.

Felix hooked his fingers, the suitcase in the corner snapped open, and boxes of film passed by in front of him in mid-air, "Tsk! I've seen it all."

"I remember there was a famous series of movies. I don't know if it was released or not. What was it called?"

"The Nagini legend?"

Felix shook his head and summoned a book of fairy tales, The Adventures of Campa, from a cabinet by the wall—one of his Christmas gifts.

The protagonist of the story is Ronin Campa, a ten-year-old preparatory wizard.

His parents are both employees of the Ministry of Magic. They are usually very busy with their work and often ask their neighbors to take care of him, but he doesn't like the cats that the neighbors keep and sneaks out.

Campa originally wanted to stroll around Diagon Alley, but ended up straying into Knockturn Alley and was taken away by the Black Witch with Apparition.

But fortunately, the witty Campa used a little trick to deceive the witch and escaped smoothly. After that, it is a story of trying to get home while escaping the pursuit of the black witch while making various friends.

Felix found that if you don't think about logic, such as why the witch's subordinates are three cats, the names are still 'Nate', 'Mashi' and 'Morley', and they always find Campa before the witch, and then Being chased away by Campa's new Fantastic Beast friends and all that stuff...is actually quite interesting.

He watched it with relish and finished it in less than an hour.

"I don't know if this kind of book is popular among the young wizards. I should investigate. If the response is good, I can refer to it and complete my new book."

"As for the plot..." He glanced at "The Adventures of Campa" at hand, "A ten-year-old would-be wizard who was sent to a Muggle school by his busy parents, living, studying and making friends in an unfamiliar environment. s story."

"Well, this quasi-wizard grew up in a magical family and is not familiar with the outside world. With his eyes, readers can see a lot of interesting things."

"It's better to add some dynamic photos."

Felix carelessly made up the plot, and it was finally dawn.

Harry woke up to the whimpering and whistling of the wind in his ears, and he rubbed his glasses on and looked out the window.

"It's windy, yes, it's already March." He whispered.

Ron was still asleep, it was Sunday, Harry didn't call him, put on his clothes and came to the common room with his schoolbag.

There was a lot of Quidditch practice in the afternoon, and he had to hurry up to finish his homework.

When he came to the common room, it was empty with only three or two people, but he saw Hermione unsurprisingly.

She was holding the carving knife to draw the rune. From Harry's point of view, it looked like it. The tip of the light brown carving knife was flowing with scorching magic power, leaving burning symbols on the chestnut wood pieces.

"How's it going?" Harry asked when she stopped.

Hermione gave him an ambiguous answer: "Not bad, but I've never had it."

"Really?" Harry didn't quite understand this sentence: "It looks quite intimidating, and it has the mystery of a wizard in a fairy tale."

"Harry, you are the wizard."

"I'm talking about the wizarding legends of the Muggle world." As for Hogwarts, Harry thought about himself, who was desperately rushing homework, and it was difficult to think about the mystery of God.

While Harry was writing his herbal essay, the whistling outside the tower continued, interrupting his train of thought several times. This made him very upset, and he suddenly raised his head and asked expectantly, "Hermione, do you think our herbal medicine class will be cancelled if the weather is still this Monday?"

Hermione said: "I think - you might as well expect training to be canceled today, and I'm curious how the mandrake got into someone else's pot," Professor Sprout said, in about a few days. , I don't want to miss it."

In the last herbal class last week, a few mandrakes gave a boisterous, boisterous dance in the third greenhouse, much to the delight of Professor Sprout.

"We'll know they're fully grown when they want to be moved into someone else's pot," said Professor Sprout emotionally, "and then we'll be able to make that poor little wizard in the hospital ward and Filch's The cats are alive."

Harry muttered: "Wood will definitely not cancel training, I have confidence in him in that regard."

When Ron got up, the three of them packed up and went to the auditorium for breakfast.

Ron pointed to the long table at Ravenclaw and said, "They don't seem to be in high spirits."

Harry said uncertainly: "Maybe the ghost of their house has disappeared?" He thought about it, and although he was not happy at Nick's 500th anniversary party, if Nick suddenly disappeared, he would definitely be This is sad.

At this moment, a silver figure rushed into the auditorium and smashed the Slytherin students with a stack of chalk tips.

He laughed loudly and disappeared suddenly when no one could react.

The three of them stared in astonishment, and for a long time Ron said, "Merlin, Peeves is left alone?"

Everyone knows that only the bloody Barrow and Dumbledore can control Peeves, and he only maintains limited respect when facing the professor.

"However, I think it's not bad." Ron happily inserted a piece of bacon as he looked at the embarrassed little Slytherin wizard, especially when there was Malfoy in it.

Hermione said worriedly, "Now that Peeves is targeting Slytherin, it won't be in a while."

"That's also the worst luck for Slytherin," said Ron optimistically.