A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The phone booth door snapped open, and Felix walked into the resplendent foyer, all the way to the information desk.

"Hello, where is the second parlor?"

A middle-aged witch with blond hair looked nonchalantly at the badge on his chest, and the bulletin board behind her had all kinds of signs, but these were blocked by an exaggerated wanted notice," Felix Hepp Oh, Mr. Hepp, Mr. Cedric has an explanation, please come with me--"

"Sorry, ma'am, I haven't registered my wand yet."

The witch said enthusiastically, "That's not a necessary step, dear. I heard you are a Muggle researcher? Bad... little Tim always makes a mess of the house."

She took Felix to the elevator area and glanced at the floor, "We're going to the fourth floor—oh, watch out!" As she spoke, a group of paper planes flew into the elevator along the gap between the golden fence doors, and she explained: "This is the note used by the Ministry to deliver messages—"

As soon as they entered the elevator, the paper planes hovered slowly on the ceiling, their color was a light purple, and the wings were stamped with the "Ministry of Magic" stamp.

"- We communicated with owls before, you can imagine the air quality here ... and the problem of feces, the tables and chairs are messed up, after switching to these small things, the cleaning work in the ministry has been reduced by a third."

"Excuse me, I don't know your name yet?" Felix had to interrupt her rhythm.

"Ella Defina, where did I say, oh, by the way—" she began to recount how her five-year-old son, out of a sack of flour, was able to paint an entire Quidditch League team's logo." He will lead the national team to victory," she said proudly.

"Ms. Defina, I heard that L.C.A. Comic Book Publishing House has recently released a new set of comic strips, which are very popular."

"Well, I didn't pay much attention to it, what's the name?"

"Call--"

The elevator stopped, and two wizards came in from outside, one was a red-faced wizard with short brown beards, wearing a black wizard robe; the other was an old man with gray beard, he was wearing a tweed gray trench coat, inside It's a brown vest.

The old man turned his head slightly, "Amos, there is something wrong with your process, a big problem. And you've been going around in circles, I can see that Tina has taught me a lot."

The wizard Amos in the wizard's robe said uncomfortably: "I know you are very concerned about the living environment of the hippogriff, but this matter has nothing to do with you, does it? You are not even its owner."

"I can't just ignore it because it's owned, I'm just fighting for the legal rights that belong to it."

"But you're retired, Mr. Scamander."

"In theory, I just don't go out much...but I didn't stop working, and if you knew how much work I had to do in a day, you wouldn't think so."

"Your Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them has been revised to the 52nd edition, why not finish another edition?"

The old man looked at the other side's face, "I do have this plan, but - we have digressed, again, I am commissioned by friends - including three loving little guys - to magic I don’t think you’re going to keep me silent by hiring me as a consultant.”

"Of course, many magical creature reserves in the Ministry need to refer to your opinion."

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and the two walked out——

"Mr. Hepp, we're here too," said Defina at the front desk, and Felix bowed, "Thank you, is it on this floor? I can find it myself."

He took a few steps and turned around. "In addition, the name of that book is "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick", and many bookstores sell it."

Felix followed the two wizards, watching them stop at the door of a spacious office. He looked up, and it read "Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures."

The wizard wearing a black wizard robe walked into the office, leaving the old man waiting outside, Felix approached and said, "Mr. Newt Scamander?"

The old man tilted his head, his eyes slid over him, "You are..."

"Felix Happ, Professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts," Felix introduced himself. "We just met in the elevator."

Newt's eyes fell on him. "Yes, yes, yes... Mr. Hepp, I've heard your name. Rolf Jr. mentioned you."

Felix said: "I was very interested in your research when I was in school, and I collected some newspaper clippings, but unfortunately I didn't find much."

"I did publish a few articles in the early years that were not taken seriously—" Newt said. "That was a long time ago."

"For a while in school, I was obsessed with dealing with them, of course, making sure I didn't get hurt," Felix said.

Newt's eyes lit up. "That's what I study, rescue, nurture, protect... I also teach other wizards to understand them, not to fear—"

"So the Potters finally found you?" Felix said. "I overheard a few words in the elevator. I guess you were talking about the Hogwarts Hippogriff attacking the students."

"Potter? Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and, of course, the center of the vortex, Rubeus Hagrid and his Buckbeak."

Newt nodded. "That's right, they wrote to tell me that a hippogriff was being treated unfairly and implored me to stand up. Honestly, I've been away from the Ministry for many years, here Not quite the same as when I left. Sorry—very different."

He raised his head in a disappointed gesture, "Tina persuaded me to write with peace of mind, but when I see something, I can't pretend I didn't see it—if the horns of the horned beast start to shine, it must be dealt with— —You see what I mean?"

Venomhorns are large, rhino-like beasts whose long, sharp horns store a deadly liquid that can explode anything injected with this strange venom.

"We can't stand the injustice that is happening in front of us." Felix expressed his understanding.

"Yeah, you summed it up well—oh, hold on, I need to fix a little trouble—" Newt quickly reached into his arms and took out a silver pocket watch that swelled and contracted abruptly, looking like It's about to explode.

"Mr. Scamander—" Felix stared, casting a humanoid armor spell on himself.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing—" Newt said hurriedly, the front cover of the silver pocket watch snapped open, and a pink snout shaped like a duck's bill protruded from it, and the next second, a slap the size of a palm. The sniffle drilled out of the pocket watch and nimbly climbed onto Newt.

Immediately afterwards, two more sniffers appeared. One of them was facing the smooth cover of the pocket watch for the first time, tidying up its black soft fluff, and the other seemed to be interested in the silver watch chain.

Felix looked at them curiously, a dark, furry little creature halfway between a mole and a platypus, with an uncommon zeal for shiny things.

"Hey! Warren, Thrall, Thorpe, be safe," Newt whispered, grabbing Sniff, who was standing on his shoulder, struggling to pull the silver button, and stuffed it back into his pocket watch. He threw the other two Sniffers into it, and then closed the front cover.

Newt looked left and right, no one noticed, he stuffed his pocket watch back into his pocket and winked at Felix: "Theoretically, I can't bring my Fantastic Beast friends... but they Not long after I was born, I really can't worry about it."

Alas, I can't finish writing it, and it will be updated tomorrow!