A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After a long time, Felix withdrew from the Thinking Cabin.

To the outside world, he seemed to be in a daze for more than ten minutes, but Mrs. Longbottom held her breath and asked with trembling lips, "How... I saw that Frank suddenly stopped moving."

Felix squeezed his temples and sat on the chair next to him tiredly: "It's a huge project, but ah," he showed a bright smile, "I have a way to treat it."

The old lady Longbottom let out a suppressed scream, she covered her mouth tightly, her eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of water mist, and she took a few steps back and sat on the hospital bed, "Is it true, Professor Haip? Mr. Haip , I hope - oh, I don't want to ask too much, as long as they can think of something..."

"No no, ma'am. I had a plan before I came, so there's nothing I can do, or a complete cure in theory."

Felix said in a relaxed tone: "Although it may seem that I am not humble enough to say this, my biggest worry is facing a broken soul.

If so, even if I once got some pointers from a magic master, their chances of recovery are slim.

Fortunately, the worst did not happen. All I have to do is complete a puzzle, maybe with some emotional power..."

The old lady Longbottom calmed down and said cautiously: "Can I understand your treatment philosophy, after all Frank and Alice have been sentenced to death by the most authoritative therapist in St. Mungo..."

She wanted to keep those words in her heart and pretend she trusted Felix so that she could let herself spend a few months with hope, but as a tough witch, she gave her own When her son and daughter-in-law went to the battlefield, she had her own perseverance.

"Of course, please don't resist." Felix snapped his fingers again and pulled her into the thinking cabin.

After a long while, she suddenly said brightly, "This is the Thinking House, a powerful memory magic? It's a miracle, I already believe you can do it, I need to find Meliam..."

"Oh, please don't do this for a while, ma'am. I don't want too many people to know about this. It hasn't worked out yet, has it? Not everyone will accept outsiders' finger-pointing." Felix said tactfully.

"You're right, Mr. Hepp." The old lady Longbottom considered his suggestion seriously, and she didn't want to make extra cuts and avoid intervention from St. Mungo's, but she was going to consult Dumbledore.

It's not about trust or not, it's about Dumbledore, the founder of the Order of the Phoenix, having a right to know about it. Moreover, he can also help to check the gaps and fill in the gaps.

"Mr. Hepp, in your opinion, how long does it take to see the effect?"

"I can spare one morning a week. To be honest, I am willing to spend more time. This is really an interesting topic. Maybe after success, my mind house magic will reach an incredible level..."

Felix's voice gradually became less and less audible. He always believed that the House of Requirement was Ravenclaw's "thinking cabin", so he had been thinking about how to make it come to reality.

On the night of recovering the scaling spell and obtaining the rune ball, he touched the scale and half the corner of this realm—thousands of rune symbols were pulled out of the thinking hut, but this special state never succeeded again.

Now, he sees hope again.

Felix told the old lady Longbottom, "I can't guarantee the exact time, but I think they should be able to recognize their family members around Christmas at the latest."

"I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Hepp, it's probably the best Christmas present I've ever received."

"I don't want to throw cold water, ma'am. But we'd better be limited optimism lest the unexpected happen."

"Here's your motto, always be vigilant? I think of a friend who also has a pessimistic view of the future."

"No, I just prefer to build the future with my own hands."

...

When they came out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the two discussed the matter of man-made magic riots. Felix hadn't thought about it clearly, but he just provided some ideas in general.

"My actions may hurt Neville's feelings, so I have to get your approval." Felix said, he felt a little evil, but he said it anyway.

"If I didn't know you well, I would have thought... Also, aren't you worried about Neville misunderstanding you?" She couldn't help asking.

Felix shrugged, "I'll ask his forgiveness afterwards, whatever he thinks of me."

The old lady Longbottom looked at him with a complicated expression: "I may never understand the idea of ​​a Slytherin, even a good person like you. According to you, if it is successful, the child will inspire stronger talents. , at least not much worse than others..."

She added: "And you risk a lifetime of misunderstandings, Mr. Happ, that kid is more stubborn than you think."

Felix reminded her calmly: "Madam, I don't want to flaunt my innocence. In fact, I am discussing with you how to harm a child to the greatest extent, even if it is only temporarily."

"I'm his grandmother too, and I have reasons for doing this, but you...if you were known, what would they think of you? Some people would slam you, I know those boring people."

"Yeah, yeah," Felix said softly, "but I'm not going to hold back because I'm worried about what other people see."

At his invitation, he and the old lady Longbottom used Apparition to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The two walked all the way into the castle.

She looked at everything in the castle with nostalgia: "I tripped over this spiral staircase when I went to school, and... I remember an ugly giant stone monster in front of Dumbledore's office."

They soon came to what she called the "ugly giant stone monster". Felix stretched out his wand, and a silver beam disappeared through the gap between the stone beasts. After a while, the silver beam came back and turned into a silver-white Swift.

It landed on Felix's shoulder, his head held high, and a crisp voice came out of his mouth: "Iced lemon juice."

The stone beast suddenly came to life, swirling to get out of the way, revealing the inner spiral staircase.

"Come on, Dumbledore is waiting for us," Felix said.

Pushing open a gleaming oak door, Dumbledore was looking at them with a smile, and he got up from his chair. "Mrs Longbottom, I was surprised by your presence."

Old Lady Longbottom pursed her lips. "Dumbledore, I need your wisdom." She began to tell what they were talking about.

Dumbledore listened quietly, with occasional flashes of surprise, but he didn't try to interrupt her, and waited until she had finished, then smiled and said, "So I'll see you two soon. An old friend?"

"As for man-made magic riots..." He frowned and looked at Felix: "I reminded you that any research on magic itself may lead to extremely dangerous results."

"I agree," Mrs Longbottom insisted. "I believe that Neville boy would have made the same choice if he had known. It's just that we can't tell him in advance."

Dumbledore fell into silence, and he said with emotion for a long time: "I respect your choice. Maybe I am too sensitive. From my point of view, your approach is not very dangerous, although, it may..." He Looking at Felix, he asked a similar question: "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood, Felix?"

Felix said calmly: "This matter is good for everyone, especially for me, so I don't mind pushing it forward."

Dumbledore murmured, and then he said: "Felix, you stay later, we will discuss this part in detail. As for Mrs Longbottom, you..."

"I'm going to Neville," she said sharply, "and get him a new wand—through Minerva's fireplace, go and get back."

The door behind him closed.

Dumbledore's expression became serious, he stared at Felix, and said solemnly: "Are you sure, about the treatment of the Longbottoms? To be honest, after the tragedy, I have tried many times to mend their broken pieces. memory, but the situation with the Longbottoms was so bad I couldn't do anything about it."

Felix laughed in a low voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I once had the selfless help of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw..."

For him, in addition to the Thinking Cabin magic, there is another point that he did not reveal to Mrs. Longbottom, and that is the memory node, or soul node, inherited from Ms. Ravenclaw.

This is his greatest source of confidence.