A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix asked, "Potter, are you here to buy books at Diagon Alley?"

Harry looked a little uneasy, and he mumbled, "Well, I'm living in Diagon Alley right now... in room eleven at the Leaky Cauldron..."

Can't he say he's inflated Aunt Maggie, has nowhere to live, and was put in the Leaky Cauldron by Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge?

Felix was a little surprised by Harry's attitude, and he asked tentatively, "Just you?"

Of course there were quite a few tenants in the Leaky Cauldron, but Harry clearly understood what the professor was saying, "Yeah, I'm alone." He added quickly, trying to distract him: "I'm pretty comfortable by myself. Yes, go shopping, eat, do homework at the Florin's cold drink shop... By the way, Dobby is with me."

Felix also smiled, "If I remember correctly, he should be working at the Leaky Cauldron?"

Seeing that Professor Hepper did not continue to ask questions, Harry breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and he responded enthusiastically: "Yes, Dobby is at the Leaky Cauldron, and he woke me up these two mornings. , but at this time he should be busy greeting the guests in the bar."

The two chatted as they walked, and Harry told more about the slightly bizarre house-elf.

"Dobby sent me a birthday present and a card! He said he earned it himself, and I've always wondered where he works—it didn't mention it, but it turned out to be a wreck—" he He reacted suddenly, turned his head and looked at Felix in surprise: "Professor, how did you know?"

Felix said briefly: "Dobby and I are friends, we mentioned it in our chat."

Harry nodded, and then Felix asked him, "So, you saw me in the store? What a coincidence, I might be leaving in a minute later."

Harry explained, "Actually I saw your Patronus—that silver swift, Hermione told me about it. I thought it was a bit like that, so I waited for a while in the store next door."

"Really? Very observant," Felix replied casually, focusing entirely on Harry himself. From just now until now, he had always felt that something was wrong with Harry.

He quietly switched his perspective. In the black and white world, Harry's magic power kept jumping and seemed unusually active.

"professor?"

Harry felt his gaze, and Professor Hepp was looking at him with a scrutiny that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Potter," Felix said softly, "This matter must have affected you a lot..."

Harry froze in place, he stammered: "You, you know?" He felt a chill in his heart, and explained in a panic, "I didn't mean it, it was Aunt Maggie who insulted my parents first, I Talented!"

The professor wouldn't have a bad impression of him, would he? He just bought the textbook of Ancient Rune Script yesterday.

"No, you misunderstood, Potter."

The two left Diagon Alley through the wall and came to the Leaky Cauldron. Just after passing the bar, Felix heard a sharp greeting: "Dear Mr. Hepp, Dobby didn't expect to see you and Mr. Potter at the same time. Today is a day to celebrate!"

The eyes of others in the bar looked over, and they were talking loudly.

Felix looked back calmly, his voice lowered, and then he looked at the elf: "Dobby, long time no see."

Dobby widened his eyes and wiped the corners of his eyes with a dirty rag, "Oh~ Mr. Hepp still remembers Dobby, it's so touching..."

"Dobby, please arrange a seat for us, Potter and I have something to say." Felix looked at him gently.

"Dobby understands, gentlemen, please come with me."

The elf took them to a relatively secluded lounge, served food and drinks, and withdrew respectfully.

Harry looked at Felix with a dazed expression, the place they had been talking after he got on the Knights Bus and was caught by Minister Fudge at the door of the bar.

Felix didn't speak in a hurry, he thought about how to start a conversation.

Harry stared at the doorpost in front of him to the right, where there was a wanted poster, a painting he had become very familiar with after two days in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Potter-"

Professor Hepp's words brought his consciousness back to his body, and he listened quietly.

"I heard you like dueling lessons?"

"That's right, Professor," said Harry. "I think it's a great class. It's a lot to learn. It only takes two weeks, and some of the spells are hard."

"Up to now, my Iron Armor Spell is not proficient..."

Felix nodded. "So, do you need some personal instruction, Potter? I'd be happy to do it myself."

Harry was stunned, he really didn't expect to encounter such a good thing, so good that he couldn't believe it.

He feels that since he blows up his aunt, the acquaintances he has come across have become weird, Dobby expertly greets the guests in the bar, the Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge has turned a blind eye to his transgression, and now, even Hepp The professor also offered to train him?

"Of course I would, but why?" he asked cautiously.

"Potter, to be honest, it's fascinating that you're in a state right now - your magic is in a very active state, like a flame that keeps jumping and burning from my perspective."

"All in all, I think it's worth a lot of research."

Felix decided to tell Harry directly that the whole thing had nothing to hide—except that it sounded a little odd that he wanted to study Potter.

But in other words, he is concerned about the little wizard in a special state, isn't it much better?

Harry swallowed, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Harry, if I'm not mistaken, you should have been through a magical riot in the last few days?"

"Magic... Riot?"

"You should have heard similar sayings, magic out of control, magic awakening, magic riot... A lot of people see it as a sign of childhood, little wizards having magic, but it's always there. It's just sometimes , Because of the violent fluctuations of emotions, the little wizards will show all kinds of magical powers."

Harry listened quietly, his memory flashing back to days before. Aunt Maggie, who had a dog in the country, was a guest, a woman who was rather rude and mean, a tenth of her character could hardly be described in these two words.

Every time she arrives it becomes Harry's nightmare.

But in order to get Hogsmeade's signature, he endured a whole week, allowing her to verbally humiliate him. On her last day as a guest, she was so drunk that she spoke indiscriminately and insulted his father and mother, which made him furious.

He didn't have a wand in his hand, but he was a wizard. When he came to his senses, Aunt Maggie had inflated into a balloon, like the giant pumpkin Hagrid had planted in the field last year, but an ugly pumpkin with tiny eyes.

He ran away from home in anger, never wanting to go back to Privet Drive, and didn't start to fear until he completely calmed down, fearing that he would be fired, or even locked up in Azkaban, with a group of dark wizards.

He thought of wandering the world, wandering all his life to avoid the Ministry of Magic's pursuit, but he needed to get some money first. But things always exceeded his expectations - the front foot went to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, and the back foot was caught by the Minister of Magic.

Fortunately, instead of holding him accountable, Fudge opened a room for him in the Leaky Cauldron, and made him promise to stay in Diagon Alley until school starts and not return to the Muggle world without permission.

What reason does he have for refusing?

...

Professor Hepp's voice seemed to be coming from far away, "But this basically happens in childhood, and when the little wizards enter school, it basically doesn't happen. So, Potter, your situation is rare. In Something must have happened to you."

The professor didn't blame himself, he understood himself...

Harry looked up and said in a relaxed tone, "I agree, Professor Hepp. When do we start?"