A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix politely but firmly declined the request for communication from the current dean of St. Mungo's, "Sorry, one morning a week is the limit of my spare time, and I have to take the time to summarize the treatment plan of the Longbottoms. "

Standing at the door of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Felix revealed the latest progress of treatment to Mrs. Longbottom, "Up to three treatments, they will reach the critical value of recovery.

At that time I will use Frank and Alice's emotional bond to tie their memory recovery process together.

As long as the self-recovery ability of one of them is stimulated, the other will also benefit. "

Mrs. Longbottom's hands were entangled, she resisted her excitement, and still asked rationally: "Will there be no accident, will it be a drag on the other because of this bond?"

Felix smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mrs Longbottom. If it were two strangers, this would be inappropriate, but Frank and Alice are different, and after so much treatment, I'm pretty sure they are each other. The most important person in life..."

After separating from Mrs. Longbottom, he stopped by Diagon Alley on the way. The L.C.A building has now been completely new.

On the newly erected plaque, a little boy clinging to the small window of the Ferris wheel smiled happily.

He could also see a few seven or eight-year-old children beside him pointing at the huge plaque, hanging themselves in the arms of their parents, and screaming excitedly.

'It looks like Andys and Dobby are doing well. ’

The foyer on the first floor was repurposed, and when Felix walked into the building, a young witch greeted him, "Hello, sir, can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Andis," Felix said briefly.

"you are--"

"Felix Hepp, a shareholder in this company."

The young witch's eyes lit up, "Mr. Hepp, please go this way to the third floor, Mr. Andis said hello, you can find him directly no matter what time."

"Isn't his room on the second floor?"

"The second floor has been converted into a production office, where there are twenty skilled painters, all of whom were former employees of the L.C.A. Comic Book Publishing House," said the witch.

"You know very well?"

"My father used to work for Mr. Andy's grandfather, but then the publishing house went from bad to worse, and many people left. Now, the company is revived, and a considerable number of people have been invited back." The witch said happily.

Felix nodded. He was led to a long and narrow office on the third floor. Andis was full of stubble and was discussing with an old wizard. He stared and shouted: "We need to speed up. Progress! Publishing houses from three countries are seeking cooperation.”

The old wizard also replied in a loud voice: "There are not enough people, little Andys! I also hope to speed up the progress, but skilled painters are hard to find, and I have tried my best to recruit old staff."

"We can cultivate it ourselves."

"Good way, but far water can't save near fire."

After they finished chatting, Felix stepped forward, Andis's eyes lit up, he hugged him fiercely with open arms, and complained, "Oh, my god, our great hero, the big shareholder, is finally willing to come over. Take a look!"

"To be honest, how long has it been since you took a bath?" Felix took a step back subconsciously, the smell was too strong, and he gave Andis a clean up. "It's not that I don't care, isn't this Dobby, he can represent me, by the way, what about others?"

"He's downstairs. He has multiple jobs and works hard... Where did you get a house elf, introduce me to one too."

"Stop joking." Felix shook his head, "I'm here today to see if you have any trouble and need my help."

"You see," Andis shrugged, "understaffing, that's the biggest problem. Unless you can get a lot of staff."

"Any specific requirements?"

"Experienced and skilled painters are of course the best. If not, we can train them ourselves, but we have to bear hardships and stand hard work... After all, this job is a bit boring."

Felix thought for a while and called Dobby over.

Dobby, still in his little suit, but in a very different spirit, "great, generous Mr. Hepp!" he screamed excitedly.

Felix automatically translated his words into greetings, "You are fine, Dobby." He said with a serious face: "Listen, Dobby, I have an idea and need your help."

"It's Dobby's honor to be happy to serve you!"

Felix paused for a moment, he was still not used to the elf's speaking style: "Currently the publishing house is short of manpower, I want to ask you, do you still know some house-elves, the kind that don't have owners?"

Dobby gave him a tangled look, his tennis-sized eyes full of hesitation, and he twisted uncomfortably, "Yes, sir. Yes..."

"Is there anything in the way?" Felix asked calmly.

"They're not in good shape, and for house-elves, losing their owner means losing everything, and they're often devastated and devastated."

"Dobby, can you convince them to work for me?"

Dobby's eyes widened, "Is that okay? Dobby has been thinking... oh, Dobby is too greedy, but Dobby has been hesitant to mention..."

Felix laughed. "They work for me and I pay them. Sounds fair."

His thoughts didn't stop there. From the previous conversation with Andis, he found that Dobby's position was a little awkward, and it was difficult for the elves to direct wizards - they were usually commanded, so Dobby was more of an assistant. Work, or be temporarily pulled out by Andis to act as a facade, dealing with wizards of the pure-blood family.

This is not what he wants.

"Dobby," Felix looked at him seriously, "you help me find those free elves, whether they are wild or banished, I don't care. You are responsible for persuading them, every time you get enough Bring them to see me if you approve, and if there is no problem, they can get a formal job, and all of them will be managed by you."

Dobby blinked his eyes and nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with excitement—

"Dobby, Dobby is honored!"

This made Felix feel a little strange.

'It's just that everyone takes what they need. For repetitive work, the elf is completely competent. And using Dobby to manage other house-elves is even more of a feat. ’

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the snow, Felix came to Hogsmeade's Hogs Head pub.

This bar hidden in a small alley looks unremarkable, with the pig's head sign squeaking and shaking in the cold wind.

Standing at the door, Felix, who was wearing a cloak, hood and mask, couldn't help but want to laugh. Why did he always think of this place first when he mentioned the underground trade?

Maybe it's because it's popular with guests here to hide their faces?

The Pig's Head Bar is equivalent to a semi-open black market. The bar owner does not care much, allowing some shady transactions to take place here, and may even use this indulgence as a way to attract customers.

He also saw the figure of the Dementors from a distance, they were in groups of two, constantly patrolling back and forth.

However, some hilarious is that some dementors are obviously a bit shorter than their companions.

"I didn't expect to meet familiar monsters..."