A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix suddenly thought of a Hogwarts school legend that a Ravenclaw student had read the common room's collection overnight in what was considered an unexplainable miracle.

Perhaps, this is the role of magic.

He felt it carefully, the magic seemed to have completely disappeared, and there was no trace of it. After thinking about it, he simply switched his perspective neatly.

In the pale and black world, he could barely see the tiny magic powers converging like dots. He put his nose in the air, and he could vaguely see a magic vortex.

"Magic is recovering slowly."

"Don't know who the next Ravenclaw student is?"

Felix left here.

It was getting dark, and he returned to his office, where a small house-elf stood in the doorway.

"More than?"

The elf raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Hepp!"

In the office, Felix handed him a bottle of Butterbeer. "The pumpkin juice and juice are gone. This one tastes good, and it doesn't have much alcohol."

Dobby quickly thanked him.

Felix looked at his new outfit. "So, you escaped from Malfoy?"

"Yes, Mr. Hepp, you can't imagine how lucky Dobby is..." He began to talk about his own miraculous experience.

Felix smiled as he finished his story.

"You're lucky, Dobby."

Dobby said cheerfully, "Thanks to the great Harry Potter! He saved Dobby!"

"Then what are your plans now?"

"Planning? Dobby, Dobby wants to make a little more money and save a birthday present for Mr. Potter, even though it's hard..." Dobby took a small box the size of a slap from his pocket. "This is for Dobby. Bey's friend, a gift from Mr. Felix Hepp."

Felix took it with interest, and was surprised to find that it was not something tattered.

"It looks delicate, but I didn't recognize it, what is it?"

"A music box, sir." The elf looked at him cautiously, "It didn't cost much... It was made by Dobby working at the Leaky Cauldron, where the owner is very nice, and he has two silver sikos a week. "

Soon, Dobby said his goodbye, complimenting the butterbeer in passing: "It tastes great, Dobby loves it, and I will recommend it to my friends."

Felix looked at his disappearing figure, thinking in his heart, I can afford two silver xikes a week.

Next time ask him if he wants to.

Time came to July 14th, and Felix appeared on a hidden street corner in Paris, France. He walked into a long, narrow and dark alley.

A hooded man leaned against the wall, his right hand in his pocket. He glanced at Felix - Felix's face became blurred and contorted, and his silver eyes gleamed slightly.

The man avoided his gaze subconsciously, and he said in French, "What are you doing?"

"It has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that I am not your enemy." Felix reached out and took out a brown wand, and the silver light in his eyes became stronger.

"Well, remember not to cause trouble, I don't think anyone will take the initiative to provoke you."

The man flinched a little and stepped aside, where there was an empty wall.

Felix raised the corner of his mouth and walked straight towards the wall, knocking the wall into a circle of ripples - his figure disappeared.

The man stared at his back, turned his head and continued to stare out of the alley.

...

Felix looked at the scene inside—it was a makeshift bar, with various large and small wooden boxes crooked and put together by magic to act as tables and chairs.

Two hooded wizards not far from him were arguing loudly with a silver artifact in front of them.

"Ten Galleons!"

"No, at least twelve!"

The same scene took place in this small space, except that most wizards covered their appearance with hoods.

This is a magical black market and bar in Paris, France.

Felix stood in front of him, regardless of the hidden sight of others, his eyes swept over everyone present. When his eyes with silver light fell, these wizards either looked at him without fear, or In a panic, he lowered his head to avoid, cursing in a low voice.

Showing strength is smart for the black market, and it's the best way for strangers to fit in.

Felix quickly found his target. On a makeshift bar made of wooden crates, a wizard with dirty hair was gulping down low-quality beer.

"Aladdin, long time no see," he said in a hoarse voice.

The wizard raised his head, his cheeks were very rough, and he was one of the few who didn't cover himself, "Oh, it's you, have a drink?"

"No, what's new in Paris lately?"

"Do many foreigners come to count?"

"Specifically."

"Two Galleons."

"Ding dong~" Two golden coins fell on the box in front of him, making a crisp collision sound.

Aladdin grinned and put away the coins. He suddenly shouted around: "Look at what, it's not your part!"

The eyes of others quickly left.

"In the past week, many foreigners have come, all with the name of Muggle research experts, it seems that they are attending a meeting, and the Ministry of Magic is responsible for security."

"It's not interesting enough, Aladdin." Felix stared into his eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, do you want to know about my peeing when I was a kid!" Aladdin said rudely, turning his head to the side, "Well, that means I can't beat you, otherwise..."

"Something went wrong and they had an attack..." he said.

"What attack, did anyone catch it?" Felix asked.

"No, those gang of Muggle experts are trash. Two or three people rushed into the venue. In less than a minute, they knocked over a dozen people." Aladdin said with a look of disdain.

"What about the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic?"

"They were outside. The woman from America was said to be very arrogant. She was the head of this meeting." Aladdin shrugged. "I guess they caused the attack."

"Why do you say that?"

Aladdin looked around and lowered his voice: "Do you want to know? Want to get first-hand information? I paid a big price."

"Ding ding ding dong."

Four gold Galleons landed on the box, and Aladdin smiled.

"If the news doesn't satisfy me..."

"Relax! Absolutely worth it."

Later, he revealed a secret, "It is said that the attackers were very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

"Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Felix was silent.

"Excessive, isn't it? There are thousands of students there, and they're so overwhelmed. Seven Americans left six that day."

"Aren't there dead people?"

"No, that's why they are said to be arrogant. They seem to be here to announce something."

Felix walked out of the magic black market, looking at the bright sky, people in the distance chatted leisurely, a young couple pushing a stroller, walking slowly through the plane trees.

"I always feel that it is not appropriate to travel this time."