A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the corridor, Felix asked, "That woman was here yesterday?"

"Twice," Professor McGonagall said meaningfully, "so she moved out of the Minister of Magic this time."

At the door of the vice-principal's office, Tonks glared at her face against a pair of polished armor. She took a breath and her face swelled into a bulging ball.

Her hair was originally a bubblegum pink, but it turned dark brown right away.

"Tonks—"

Tonks turned her head to look in the direction of the voice, her eyes turned into opposite eyes, "Mike, Professor McGonagall!" She was startled, and quickly patted her head to restore everything to its original state, "I, Uh... a little boring, come out and get some air."

"I see, Tonks, she's still inside?" McGonagall asked.

"It's been there all the time, that's why I'm out of breath," Tonks said, seeing Felix next to Professor McGonagall. "Hello, Hep."

"Hello, Tonks." Felix nodded at her, "Come in together?"

"Oh, don't," Tonks refused, and she added, "you can put a blister spell on yourself ahead of time—well, I'm joking."

Felix opened the door and suddenly understood what Tonks meant. The room was filled with the smell of sweet perfume, and pink bubbles floated in the air.

A pink bubble suddenly exploded, and a pink mist filled with a strong fragrance, Felix frowned.

"Oh my God, you took my office—" McGonagall was stunned, and Umbridge stood up, grinning wide: "Minerva, I've been waiting too long, looking for something to do for myself. .I told Corey that I had the latest Holz fragrance in my hands—not released yet." She giggled.

Mag said with a stern face, "If you don't put away these bubbles, I'll do it for you." She hurried to the window, breathing in the fresh air outside.

Umbridge took out an exquisite vial from his pocket, tapped the mouth of the bottle with his wand, and air bubbles flew in, "I recommend you try it, of course, after three months..."

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes covertly, deciding that she was out of sight and out of mind, and she left with the young member named Corey.

The sweetness in the air lingered, Felix waved his wand, and a whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, swept away the pink air.

"Ms. Umbridge?" He sat across from him. "I heard you were looking for me."

"Of course, my dear," Umbridge said, her hands folded, politely saying, "Where do we start? Minister Fudge mentioned you several times, young talent, from the wizarding world. future."

"Thank him for me, ma'am. You're here by accident, and there are hundreds of students waiting for me."

Umbridge said softly, "You mean a little intramural game? Yes, Minerva told me, one of the excuses for prevarication. Oh, Mr. Hepp, let me finish, I'll bring The order of Minister Fudge is clearer than before, not empty words...every word I say speaks for Secretary Fudge himself."

Felix twitched his lips. "So, you're going to give me orders on behalf of Fudge?"

"It's Minister Fudge," Umbridge corrected. "I think you lack the reverence for authority that everyone at Hogwarts suffers from. Oh, by the way, I heard an interesting fact, Hepp. Sir is also a children's author, one of the..."

She took a book out of her pocket, flipped a page with her thick fingers, and said triumphantly, "It's a comic book? It's really childlike, if I hadn't checked it, I wouldn't know that Mr. Hepp had a relationship with the Ministry of Magic. Woolen cloth."

"So what?" Felix smiled, "I am also a recipient of the St. Mungo's Medical Badge, a candidate for the Merlin Medal, and I keep correspondence with members of Wizengamore, as well as senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in many countries... …”

Umbridge's smile faded.

"...But it doesn't mean anything, I voluntarily gave up some - the so-called network." Felix said, "Just to reduce unnecessary communication."

"Then why are you teaching at Hogwarts? If you want to—"

"No, I don't want to," Felix glanced at her. "That's my answer. Let's get to the point, I have about... seven minutes."

Umbridge's wand-holding hand trembled, and the pile of old-fashioned rings around his fingers crunched not with fear but with anger. Her chest heaved, like a toad with a bulging belly.

But she just said softly: "Then let's start now, Mr. Hepp."

"Where is Sirius Black now?"

"Who knows, maybe with his accomplices."

"You didn't catch him?"

"Obvious."

"But someone saw you Apparating away with him, can I understand that he got your help? I heard that you and Damocles Belby are friends, you are still Severus Snape's favorite protégé and friendship with two potions masters, you can easily get the compound potion."

Felix laughed dumbly. He just told Professor McGonagall that he was going to question the Ministry of Magic with the compound decoction. He didn't expect the black pot to be thrown on him so quickly.

So he said, "I could have asked you to show evidence, and if not, I'll teach you a lesson that you shouldn't say something casually." He was glad to see Umbridge staring with puffed eyes He, "But I think, let's let you see the scene at that time, so that you won't bother me again in the future..."

Felix stared at her, and pictures flashed across his pupils.

"This is—? I warn you, kidnapping a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official—" Umbridge screeched, and she looked around in a panic. It was a clearing, and she saw 'Felik in the distance. ' and 'Sirius' fight scene.

"Don't you want to know what happened?"

Afterwards, she saw a battle belonging to a wizard, not a simple spell shooting, but an extremely gorgeous magic, with large flames, thunder and various magical lights reflecting each other.

Trees fell down, and a palpitating whimper of a human-headed stone flew past her, leaving a sharp roar in her ear.

'Felix' held a bright flame in his hand, and the quaint symbols were looming. In the next second, the overwhelming flame was like mercury pouring down the ground, sweeping the entire forest in an instant, and the magical flame spread violently from a few hundred feet away. Wherever they were, trees and stones turned into ashes, appearing in front of them almost in the blink of an eye.

Umbridge let out a harsh scream, and then, the whole person was engulfed in flames...

"Ahhh-"

Umbridge screamed and jumped up. In front of her was Professor McGonagall's office. Fake, it's all fake... She told herself over and over again, the flames reflected in her pupils.

She heard Felix's voice continuing, and she didn't seem to notice her abnormality. She said with emotion: "Sirius is really terrifying, isn't it? I suggest you send more strikers..."

Umbridge swallowed, and she sat down again, constantly adjusting her posture, "Me, ahem! This is what happened then? If I want to ask you to testify—"

"I want to remind you that memories can be fabricated, and Wizengamore Court will not use memories as evidence, so you can think that I was just kidding you," Felix said.

Umbridge looked at him dumbfounded and heard him continue, "The question now is, do you believe I can do what I remember?"

believe it? She actually didn't want to believe it, but this feeling was too real. Whenever she wanted to refute in her heart, the picture of being submerged in the sea of ​​fire would suddenly appear.

She hurriedly ended the cross-examination, dragged her squat body and left, saying, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hepp."

She desperately needs cute cat teacups and colorful bows to comfort her broken heart, and she doesn't want to do anything today.

Felix raised his legs and couldn't help thinking, "Who said the Thinking Cabin has no offensive ability, it's not bad to use it to scare people."