A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After the old man said a few words, he gasped for a while, and his nose made a slight humming sound.

"You don't look very healthy, so you're still here to join in the fun?" Felix cast an admiring glance at him.

"I live nearby, or I won't come and suffer from Apparition."

The old man waved his hand, and his arm made a crisp "click" sound.

Felix's teeth suddenly ached, he grinned and stretched his arms subconsciously.

There was a loud commotion in the distance, and a grumpy wizard fired fireworks into the hotel, and his actions attracted a lot of imitation.

Both had expressions of interest.

"It's interesting, isn't it?" said the old man cheerfully.

"Indeed, I like the ptarmigan," Felix said. "I guess he's from the Thunderbird Academy in Ilvermorny."

The old man's eyes followed the fireworks that looked a lot like an eagle, and he said with some emotion, "I seldom walk outside in these years, but now I want to take a look."

"There's always a lot of new stuff out there."

The old man agreed first, then shook his head and said, "Although people are different, what happens is always similar."

Felix said: "Really? I think that what I've experienced is unique."

The old man laughed cheerfully, "The vigor of young people is unique to young people - I am used to defining the world with my own eyes. But when I am old, the old man prefers to use various rules as a bond and embed himself in a position in the world. "

"rule?"

"Actually, it is some self-restraint principles. After experiencing some people and things, you tell yourself what you can do or what you can't do, and then strictly abide by it. It's a bit like signing a magic contract, but the object is your future self. "

"Does that make any sense?" Felix asked.

"I'm not sure," replied the old man, "but at least it keeps my mood happy."

"By limiting yourself?"

"This is the survival philosophy I have acquired through my long life," the old man said.

Felix does not approve of this practice, he hates being limited and restrained, especially self-limiting.

The old man shivered and turned through his pockets, and after about half a minute, he turned out a copper pocket watch.

"Click." The pocket watch pops open, with the dial on one side and a photo on the other.

The photo is of a young couple.

The old man murmured: "Her name is Perenal, my wife, whom we met when we were in school at Beauxbatons, a good girl, three years older than me, I still remember the first time I saw her, In a sea of ​​flowers, I saw her at a glance..."

Felix blinked: "I can see that your marriage is very happy."

"Yeah, yeah..." His voice was barely audible.

For a while, neither of the two spoke, and the fireworks in the distance had been stopped by Ministry of Magic staff.

"Do you think they'll come up with a result?" Felix changed the subject.

"Frankly, I think it's difficult. I have dealt with these people... The American wizarding community has suffered a lot from the Secrecy Act and will not compromise easily." The old man said: "They are very stubborn in this regard."

"There will always be someone who will force them to change their minds, not this time, and next time, their opponents are still young," Felix said optimistically.

"It makes sense, these little guys naturally have an advantage."

...

"I gotta go."

After a while, the old man said that he had given Felix a small present before he parted.

"This is... a looking glass?"

"Yeah, it's a very interesting gadget. I send a lot of gifts these days, which may have something to do with my lack of time." The old man said with a smile.

"There is still a way for a wizard to live a long life. I know a witch. She should be one hundred, thirty or forty years old - maybe more than that, but her body is still very strong." Felix comforted the old man.

He was referring to Professor Gersilda Marchban of the Wizarding Examinations Board, who had proctored Dumbledore's NEWTs exam.

The old man smiled, "Probably not for me... It was a pleasure chatting with you, Felix Hepp."

"You know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.

"Ha, a friend of mine recommended your book. It's interesting. The wizarding world needs a pair of eyes to look out."

The old man waved his hand and left tremblingly.

...

When Felix returned to the hotel, the tattered auditorium and the charred traces were all gone, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack hadn't happened at all.

He saw a Muggle researcher staring at the statue in front of the hotel - its head had been smashed before.

Felix was not embarrassed by the staff, and successfully found the French Auror Maxwell - he was like a door god at the moment, guarding outside the auditorium, and there were three other French Aurors performing duties with him.

"It's still talking inside?"

"It should be said, still arguing." Maxwell said.

"It's pretty quiet."

"Wait a minute," he said with experience. "Three, two, one, here we come!"

There was an exaggerated roar from the auditorium, "Marcus! As the chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States, shouldn't you be responsible for the actions of your subordinates! Look at what you have done! I am ashamed of you!"

"Look, am I right?" Maxwell gave Felix a pleasant look. "I love the Minister, he's been berating that Yankee for half an hour."

Felix looked at him speechlessly.

After the joke, Maxwell talked about business, "The meeting has been cancelled, and everyone else in the hotel has been notified to leave. This will be used as a temporary meeting place to discuss the current series of troubles."

"Meaning, I'm going to pack up and leave?"

"No no, it's your colleague, she left first, let me tell you." He blinked, "Lucky guy, you have gained friendship between French and American magic circles at the same time, although the latter is useless. ...but at least, no one can drive you away, and you can even ask to sit in on the entire negotiation process."

Felix guessed that Celeste definitely didn't say that he spied on her memory, but even if he did, it wouldn't hurt him. He had too many reasons to justify it.

On the face of it, he was the hero who stopped the attack, prevented things from slipping in an irreversible direction, and saved the life of a student in Ilvermorny. From this perspective, everyone from the president of the Magical Congress of the United States to the headmaster of Ilvermorny should be grateful to him.

The same goes for the French Ministry of Magic, where Felix was originally part of a hapless army who had been invited to a meeting but was unfortunately attacked, but he turned the tide on his own and couldn't really ask for more.

"Forget it." Felix refused, he was not interested in it, it was a mess, and he felt a little sympathetic to Dumbledore.

"What about those students?"

"I'm being watched by the two professors of Ilvermorny."

...

Felix didn't want to stay too long either. He had to wait until the concrete results came out. Maybe the whole summer vacation might not be over. He was going to go back to the room to get things and leave. Hogwarts has a lot of things to do.

But just as he was cleaning the room, he suddenly thought of something.

"What is it?"

He quickly recalled that the experience of the day started from the "now" backwards, from the conversation with Maxwell, to the Muggle researcher in front of the statue, to the encounter with an interesting old man...

"Perenal, I seem to have seen this name somewhere."

Felix pondered, "No, that's not the point. The name is very common, but I feel something strange."

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The scene of talking with the old man is constantly showing in the Thinking Cabin——

After a long while, he suddenly sat up and said in an uncertain tone, "Nickelmay?"