A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Felix was dining in the auditorium the next day, he could still hear all kinds of gossip being discussed by the little wizards.

"Harry fought against the Dementors and kept the enemy out of the car door. I saw the overwhelming red light across the two carriages."

"Yeah, it's unbelievable!"

Hufflepuff student Ernie McMillan poked his head and said: "It's not surprising, you know, Potter defeated You-Know-Who as a baby, and I didn't understand when I first started, the so-called 'savior' It’s no different from me, short, malnourished, and so-so…”

He first said a bunch of shortcomings, then paused dramatically for a moment, staring at the two companions: "Now look at it! He's finally exposed!"

"Oh, so that's what happened." His two friends showed a stunned expression.

Felix had the urge to laugh. After eating the pie in three or two bites, he came to the ancient Rune classroom early to look at his class schedule for this year.

Among the little wizards in the third grade, there were no more than ten people who did not take his course, which made his elective courses inexplicably received the treatment of required courses.

Professor McGonagall spent a lot of time arranging the Ancient Rune into the class schedule.

Finally, the third-grade ancient runes were scheduled for the last semester on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and half an hour later than normal.

Soon the seventh grade students came one after another.

Percy, Penello, Wood, Jeffrey, and the Ravenclaw girl who preferred to hold the little skeleton during last school year's rune practice...

Among these people, Felix saw a figure that should not have appeared - Marcus Flint.

He graduated in June this year and is now appearing again in the ancient rune class. There is only one reason: he has been relegated.

In the last school year, his two improvement courses - the protection of magical creatures and the ancient rune, all failed in the exam, and not even one passed. This is really a pure-blooded shame. His father worked with the school manager and made him stay one grade.

"Teach, professor." The tall Marcus saw Felix waving at him, his whole face wrinkled, and he almost moved to him step by step.

Everyone else is watching, especially Oliver Wood, his eyes are shining with excitement, he and Marcus are too bad, the two captains of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams respectively , there are many conflicts in private.

"You..." Felix looked at Marcus and was at a loss for words. What did he say? After all, his rune grades were better than his grades in the Fantastic Beasts Protection class, which at least showed that he put more effort into his class.

If he hadn't relaxed his course selection conditions last year, would Marcus graduate successfully with only one course?

For this conjecture, Felix is ​​also unknown.

He rummaged from under the podium, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Marcus. "This is the parchment you used. I haven't erased your information. Those wrong questions are still there."

Marcus took it, muttering as if to say thank you, only to choke on the spit.

"Go ahead, I'll check regularly, and if your grades don't meet the requirements, I'll stop all your activities—" Felix looked at him calmly, "including Quidditch."

"Yes, Professor," Marcus said scowling.

On the contrary, Wood, who seemed to be ahead of the festival, blew a loud whistle.

Felix glanced at him. "You too, Wood. You and Flint are treated the same."

So a second mask of pain appeared in this classroom.

The students on the side snickered.

Soon, classes will officially start. Felix looked at the students in the audience: "In the school year last year, you had a relatively easy time, and I'm happy to let you feel the mystery of ancient Rune."

The witches and wizards in the audience had serious faces, and these words were usually followed by a 'but'.

"But this is your last year at Hogwarts - Wood, don't stare at Flint and laugh - I go on, you're facing the ultimate wizarding exam, and it doesn't need me more than that exam. said."

"Next, I will detail our study plan for this school year..."

In the question-and-answer session at the end of the course, Penello Criwatt raised his hand and asked, "Professor, do we still have rune practice this year?"

"Yeah, Professor. Last school year, we smashed the little skeleton, drove the black crow away, defeated the magic puppet, cracked the devil's web trap, and finally collected four keys. But there is still a lot to explore. ' said the Ravenclaw girl next to her, breaking her fingers.

Slytherin's prefect Jeffrey also made a calm suggestion: "Professor, I think the candidates for the rune practice class can be decided according to the grades."

Wood glared at him immediately, and even Marcus didn't look right at him.

Felix thought for a while, "Well, I'll open that classroom on weekends for interested students to explore. But in class, don't expect too much."

The first class ended in a hurry, and the students filed out.

"Professor Hepp?" Percy stood in front of Felix.

"Is something wrong, Weasley?"

Percy hesitated. "That's right, my brothers . . . Fred and George, who are in fifth grade this year."

Felix waited silently for the following.

"Uh, this is a critical year, you know, the OWLs exam... The family hopes that they can focus more on their studies and take two more certificates."

"Weasley, you can be blunt."

Percy caught his breath and said, "I-I hear you're very supportive of their playfulness, and they've gotten worse now...I hope you'll persuade them."

Felix looked at him and said softly, "Weasley, maybe you want me not to help them?"

Percy said with difficulty: "Have an idea of ​​that."

There was silence in the empty classroom, and Felix tapped the table with his fingertips, making a "da-da" sound.

After a while, Felix raised his head, "I can't decide for them, Weasley."

"You should know that even without my help, they'll have their minds on it, and I can't tie them up, or... cast a Confusion Charm?"

Percy was pale, lips pursed.

"However, I have a way." Felix said slowly.

"What is it?"

"You join them."

"You're kidding!" Percy's eyes widened. "I don't care about their shenanigans..."

"No, it's not for you to study with them, I mean, get to know them. Know what they're doing, what they're researching, where they're spending their time, and why they're enjoying it. When you know everything about them, you can always Find the right way..."

Felix looked at him. "I heard you're going to be admitted to the Ministry of Magic? This might be a worthwhile exercise, and you could write a paper about it."

Percy left thoughtfully.

On the other end, Harry looked angry, and Hermione trotted after him.

"Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Hermione, you already knew my dad knew Professor Lupin, and that Sirius Black! And that Peter Pettigrew! You knew everything and didn't tell me anything. I told you— Huh, people? Hermione?"

Turning a corridor, Harry turned around and wanted to say a few words, but Hermione miraculously disappeared.

He and Ron looked at each other, and at this moment, Hermione came from another fork with a thin golden chain tucked into her chest.

"Hermione, I'm not done yet—"

Hermione looked impatient: "What do you say, we're going to be late for the Transfiguration class, hurry up."

She rushed forward in a hurry, and only after walking a dozen steps did she realize that they were still standing there. She said with a serious expression, "What are you waiting for!"