A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Back in the office, Hogwarts under the night was extraordinarily quiet. The Forbidden Forest in the distance was darker than the night. Felix carefully looked at the eight-eyed spider in the big glass cover and recorded the latest data.

"Wizard, when are you going to let me go back?" said the eight-eyed giant spider gruffly.

"Come on, wait until the experiment is finished." Felix said perfunctorily.

...

After spending the teaching routine on the next Friday, the time came to the second weekend after the school started. Felix dressed up and came to Hogsmeade village at the same time.

He deliberately passed the main gate of the school, and when he was on both sides of the cast iron gate, he saw the existence of a dementor.

This thing is even more evil than he imagined. It seems to have a cold wave on his body. When it gets close, his body will involuntarily stiffen and his mood will quickly become bad.

After Felix's conscious Occlumency, the dementors' influence on him plummeted, and the tattered cloaks seemed to lose interest in him.

But he has a multiplier loathing against this creature, and has a strong urge to destroy.

Pushing open the door of Madame Paddy's Teahouse, Felix first came to this place, which Hogwarts students called the "Dating Mecca". To a certain extent, it did have a hazy beauty.

The interior is foggy, the layout is twisted and cramped, and all the ornaments inside are decorated with slightly tacky lace.

Felix wasn't a big fan of the decor, but had to admit that the owner did a good job of creating the atmosphere.

In addition to a few couples of young wizards and wizards, he was relieved to find a few solo guests enjoying refreshments. He came to the counter and saw a smiling, stocky, middle-aged witch.

"Mrs. Padiff?"

"It's me, my dear, what do you want?" said Mrs. Pardeeff, her hair in a black bun.

"Find the appointment for me, and Ms. Augusta Longbottom, ten o'clock."

Mrs. Padiff lowered her head and looked at the records that only she could understand. "It is true, she told me, at ten o'clock in the morning, at the booth by the window, you are a quarter of an hour ahead."

"I know, give me a cup of coffee first. Where exactly?" Felix said.

"On your left, down the aisle, there's a lace bow menu next to that little round table."

Felix took his seat and looked at the gray window, his index finger was on it, the glass slapped a large area, and he could see the outside clearly.

He silently thought about his thoughts. During the conversation with Lupin on Thursday night, he accidentally discovered the traces of the three of Harry, so he deliberately led Lupin to tell the story of the times.

'I don't know if Harry can take it, but the harsh truth is better than false security. Whether it is decadence or rise, it is your own choice, and you can't blame others at all. ’

After about seven or eight minutes, he saw an old woman with a large red handbag appear on the corner of the street.

As soon as she entered the door, she asked Padieff loudly whether anyone was coming. Mrs. Padieff pointed to his position and said a few words, and then the old woman strode over.

Felix stood up and shook her hand. "Hello, Mrs Longbottom."

"Hello, Professor Hepp, we met in the summer." Mrs Longbottom held out a dry, eagle-clawed hand, and she took off her tall taxidermy hat , put the red handbag together, and sat across from him.

Mrs. Padiff brought a cup of black tea. "As you are used to, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Oh, Paddy, you are still so considerate," said Mrs Longbottom, looking at the coffee in front of Felix and suggesting to him, "The black tea here is good, I like it very much, you can try it."

"There will be a chance, ma'am," Felix said.

After some chat, the two entered the topic. Felix said, "Madam, you should have received my letter. Neville's wand seems to be inherited from his father, and it is not easy to use."

Mrs Longbottom stirred the black and red tea with a small spoon. "You're right, boy."

Felixston paused and said tentatively, "Maybe I don't understand the tradition of the Longbottom family, maybe..."

"No maybe, no." Mrs Longbottom pursed her lips tightly. "That Neville boy insisted."

That little round face with a slightly slow response and introverted cowardice? Felix was in disbelief.

He looked at her calmly, silently.

Mrs Longbottom thought for a while, "This is nothing to be ashamed of, my son and daughter-in-law were tortured mad by Voldemort's men, and they lived in St Mungo's Hospital all year round. Neville grew up with me, before going to school. , I take him to visit his parents in St Mungo every other week..."

"Wait, you mean, his parents are still alive?"

"Of course!" said Mrs Longbottom proudly. "They were tortured by four Death Eater scum with the Cruciatus . , they are all good!"

Her voice rumbled, attracting the attention of many people.

"Crucifix..." Felix repeated softly.

"It's this spell, one of the unforgivable spells, that can make life worse than death," said Mrs Longbottom. "Frank and Alice were the most courageous people I've ever met, and they didn't utter a word. I feel for them Proud, just a little pity... Even though Voldemort is dead, I still remember Frank saying we should celebrate the victory."

She held up the black tea cup and covered her face.

After two or three minutes, she calmed down, except that her eyes were a little red, the expression on her face became more proud, "We digress and waste your time, Professor Haipu."

"It's okay, I admire people who are strong-willed," Felix said.

"Thank you. Where did we say, wand? Oh yes, wand."

"Probably when Neville was four or five years old, he came back from the hospital, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and found his father's wand, which I hid. The core of the wand was unicorn hair, and it was very loyal."

"I thought he was on a whim, so I just let him go. But he's been holding on to it since then. When school starts, I'll take him to buy a wand, but he won't die. His father's wand."

"Didn't you persuade him, ma'am?"

"I tried, and the kid is usually a coward, but he's very persistent on this one. And, before school started, he managed to cast a simple spell with that wand, judging by his previous performance. , it's a miracle... I agree."

Felix thought about it, and suggested to her, "Maybe I can buy another wand, and as for Neville's father's, let it be a spare."

Mrs Longbottom said with a stern expression: "I don't think changing a wand will help him much, and the report card he got back this summer makes me ashamed! He didn't inherit his parents' talent at all, and I doubted him for a while. A Squib, it wasn't until an accident that he showed the talent for magic."

Felix said gently: "But like you said, he is not a genius at all. A little influence can make a huge difference, let alone a wand?"

He took a stack of parchment out of the ring, "This is Neville's performance of learning spells in dueling class, and he recorded it himself. The data above is surprisingly honest and gives me a clearer picture of his situation. know."

"According to the data, Neville learns a spell three to five times slower than the average person. It's hard to tell if there is a wand factor..."

Mrs. Longbottom looked at it carefully, and turned it over one by one. In addition to Neville's handwriting, there was another person's mark and summary. After a while, she raised her head, "You convinced me, Professor Hepp, Neville can It was his greatest luck to meet you."

Felix shrugged his shoulders, "I'm also curious about how he'll behave after getting the new wand. In addition, Mrs. Longbottom, I have an unkind request..."