A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The morning before school started, Felix was sitting leisurely in his seat at the Leaky Cauldron, eating breakfast and flipping through the day's newspaper.

"Tsk, Sirius Black, why is it on the front page for so many days?"

Felix stared at the man in the photo, his face sunken and his long black hair tangled. He has waxy skin and looks a bit like a vampire.

The newspapers did not hesitate to recount his crimes over and over again, including supporting the mysterious man, and after being cornered, he blew up half the street, killing thirteen people, and is currently on the run.

The words "extremely dangerous" and "most notorious prisoner" appeared many times in the bold red font.

"Is it hard to escape from Azkaban?" Felix took a sip of coffee and spent two seconds simulating the scene.

First step, take out your spare wand, and, um...

‘The premise doesn’t hold, why are you imprisoning me? ’

'But at least it explains why Fudge is so nervous about Harry. ’

Just then, Harry yawned and walked down the stairs, and Dobby followed carefully behind him, looking at Harry worriedly, as if he was worried about which step he would miss and roll down the stairs.

"Harry, Dobby, this way." Felix tilted his head at them. "Morning, Professor." Harry sat down in the empty seat opposite, and to his surprise, Dobby also sat down against the chair. .

"Dobby, don't you need to greet guests?" Harry asked.

"Mr Potter, Dobby has resigned from the Leaky Cauldron. This is Dobby's last day here, and the boss has given me permission to do nothing."

"Oh, uh..." Harry was obviously still not awake, his mind didn't turn around for a while, and he said after a long while: "But, where are you going?"

"Mr. Happer offered Dobby a job, and Dobby is willing to help his friends! Dobby, Dobby is honored." The elf stared at Felix with big eyes.

Harry also turned his head, and Felix said briefly: "I hired Dobby as my spokesperson to handle some book publishing issues."

"Congratulations, Dobby," Harry said sincerely.

Felix finished his breakfast and said to him: "Harry, I will not arrange training tasks on the last day. You have reviewed the Iron Armor Charm, Stunning Charm, Lock Tongue Charm, and additionally the Imprisonment Charm. It's more useful to you right now and gives you a first-mover advantage."

Harry listened silently, knowing that the special training was coming to an end.

The Imprisonment spell is "Quick Imprisonment", and the effect is to shoot a thick rope from the tip of the wand, tying the target. The advantage of this magic is that the casting distance is very long, allowing him to attack across a corridor.

He only learned it last night, and it was only barely able to cast it, but the attack distance reached twelve or three meters, which has exceeded most of the spells he mastered.

'Thanks to Ron for being able to learn this magic. ' Harry thought to himself, after many failures, he remembered how Ron had learned the Disarming Charm, so Harry asked Professor Hepp to use the Imprisonment Charm on him, hoping to 'feel' its mystery up close.

And Professor Hepp is also very interested in this, "I've wanted to try it for a long time, but I haven't gotten the chance." The result is that Harry is bound by a thick rope comparable to the devil's net again and again, tied into a tight Airy cocoon, he felt like a large Flobber caterpillar.

While struggling desperately, he finally mastered this magic, and the price was blue and purple all over his body, as if he was hanged by a beating willow for half an hour.

He couldn't help but think of Mr. Weasley's car at the mention of Beating Willow. When school started last year, Dobby closed the platform. In order to return to school on time, he and Ron drove over half of the UK in a magic car modified by Mr. Weasley. As a result, when they passed the forbidden forest, the car was overwhelmed and fell headlong. To beat the willow.

Mr. Weasley was under scrutiny, and he felt guilty for a long time.

Now the "culprit" not only had breakfast with him, but also became his friend, which made Harry have to sigh about the wonder of the world.

There was a commotion outside the bar, and a large group of people suddenly poured into the bar. Most of them were red-haired, carrying large and small suitcases and cages.

"Dad, is Harry here?" a little girl with fiery red hair asked, pulling her father's arm.

"This is the seventh time I've replied to you, yes, Ginny," her father said.

Harry already showed a surprised expression - it was the Weasley family, and beside them stood a couple dressed in "Muggle", and Harry was no stranger to Hermione's parents.

But nothing caught Harry's eye more than his two best friends, and he couldn't wait to share his experience—

"Here! Ron, Hermione!" Harry waved vigorously, jumping from his seat and running in front of them.

Ron was dressed in exotic clothes, Hermione's skin was tanned, and they had big smiles on their faces.

Ron hammered Harry's chest and grinned, "Hey, Harry, did you really blow up your aunt?"

"I didn't do it on purpose," Harry said, noticing the strange look Hermione's parents looked at him, and he explained subconsciously, "I'm out of control, you know, magic riot..."

But things seemed to be getting worse and worse, he turned to look at Professor Haipu who was approaching, and asked him for help with his eyes.

Ron also realized he had said the wrong thing, and Ginny kicked him across Percy.

Felix nodded at them, and he looked at Harry: "Magic riots are the product of extreme emotions. You can keep a little calm when you are out of control. Speaking of which, I am surprised."

He turned to Hermione's parents: "Hello, I'm Felix Happ, the ancient Rune professor at Hogwarts, and I know a little about the world of ordinary people."

Mrs. Granger smiled at him; she had heard her daughter mention the professor. Instead, Mr. Granger looked at him with a look of surprise. "I saw you before. A strange guest, huh? Didn't expect you to be a professor in the school...you're too young."

Felix brought up this topic in one sentence: "Yeah, the magic world doesn't care about that."

Hermione greeted in a low voice, "Hello, Professor Hepp."

Felix nodded at her. "Hello, Miss Granger." He turned to look at Arthur Weasley. "Mr. Weasley, we should have passed the letter earlier."

Arthur Weasley patted his forehead. "Yes, I asked you some questions about Muggle technology... Ah, Molly, don't do that, it's just pure research."

Mrs. Weasley glared at her husband and said to Felix enthusiastically: "Professor Hepp, thank you for the Christmas present you gave Ron, to be honest, it's a bit expensive... But little Ronnie likes his new wand."

"Mom!" said Ron angrily, who always called him by his nickname regardless of the occasion.

But Mrs Weasley ignored him: "Ron adore you a bit, he took your class this year, and of course—" She looked at Harry and Hermione, who nodded in sync, "and these two Little guys, they are all naughty children, don't let people worry."

She rambled: "We got the news from Dumbledore very early, and Arthur and I were both stupid, trembling, and thinking about it all the time, but we didn't dare to write a shouting letter, for fear of affecting Ginny, after all It's black magic..." She said vaguely, "It's also about the secret room, her brothers set a bad example for her."

"Mom, this can also involve us!"

"Yeah, we didn't get into any trouble this summer."

The twins next to her screamed desperately, and Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips and looked at them sternly. "You also said, don't think I don't know what you are studying..."

Percy stood up, chest puffed out, with a shiny silver badge on it—the boy's president's emblem, "Mom, Ginny has my brother as an example."

With a sour expression on their faces, the twins lowered their heads and muttered.

'The president of the student council, right? ’

‘How about changing to a big-headed boy? ’

The two quickly revealed a knowing smile.

Felix watched the interaction of the big family with interest, and when they stopped, he said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, I know them all..."

The hunched old Tom came over, his mouth was full of teeth, "A few guests, it looks like you need a big table?"

He moved his fingers, and the three tables in the bar joined together, and a dozen small round stools fell next to the table.

"And then, do you need something to eat?"

"Don't think about me, Tom," Felix said. "I'll leave now."

He nodded slightly towards everyone, "Excuse me." He turned to greet Dobby, "Let's go, I need to buy a new suit for you."

Dobby said goodbye to Harry, and after he waved goodbye, hopped after Felix.