A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Ministry of Magic.

Felix pushed open the door of the phone booth and watched it rise to the ground, following the crowd down the hall.

"Hello, Mr. Hepp."

"Mr. Hepp, congratulations."

Felix responded with a nod, and after a speech at the Ministry of Magic, he had a lot of acquaintances. He came to parlor number three with familiarity, and there was only one old wizard in the room. He raised his head tremblingly. "Felix Hepp?"

"You are... Augustus Gray? I remember you, at Belby's award ceremony."

The old wizard grinned and lost all his teeth. "It's rare that I can meet a wonderful young man before I retire."

"You've won, Mr. Gray," Felix said, smiling.

The two chatted. Augustus Gray had been working in the Wizengamore Affairs Office seventy years ago, handling regular paperwork. Back then, he was a reckless young man, and then all the way slowly. Slowly promoted to the head of the office, he knew the Ministry of Magic very well, and knew many anecdotes and gossip.

"...that little girl Bertha is innocent and loves to help people. She asked me if I needed a pair of crutches..."

Felix blinked. "Is it Bertha Jorkins? I seem to have heard that name."

A cheerful voice emerged from behind the two of them, "Ha~ what are you discussing?"

Felix turned around. This was a big wizard. It could be seen that he must have been tall and strong, but now he has started to go downhill.

His movements are great, his arms are constantly waving as he speaks, and his voice is full of emotion and infectious.

"Hello, I'm Ludo Bagman and you're Felix Heap? I heard from the Ministry - Arthur, Arthur Weasley, don't know if you know him, he Very impressed with your last speech." Bagman shook his blond hair, leaned in and whispered, "Nice job, I mean, I hate McNeill too, quite..."

Felix said softly: "Mr. Bagman, I just gave a normal speech—"

"Yeah, yeah," Bagman interrupted impatiently, with a smile on his face: "Who said it wasn't, I wasn't in the ministry at the time, there was a fan party, and these people were so enthusiastic... God, I Love them, but, well, I knew it the first time I heard it," he winked, "I know some of the purebloods very well, my father's relationship...they told me a lot thing."

Felix smiled, "I'm curious what they said."

"Cough, I can't say, I promised them, but," Bagman held back for a while, he couldn't help himself, he pretended to be mysterious: "You are very famous in the pure blood family, they are all very famous. I'm in awe of you, I think, even more than Barty Crouch, by the way, Barty—"

He suddenly shouted in the distance, Felix followed the voice and saw a man in his fifties with a straight waist and stiff movements. folds.

Crouch came over, and he walked in a straight line. "Hello, Bagman," Crouch said politely, his short mustache neatly trimmed as if it had been trimmed with a ruler. "I've been looking for you, about work."

"Let's put aside the damn work and come over for a while." Bagman said enthusiastically: "I'll introduce to you, this is my new friend, Felix Hepp, today's protagonist, he is in Unique in the field of memory therapy!"

Crouch stretched out his hand calmly, "Hello, Mr. Hepp, it's an honor to meet you, but I don't have time, and I'll meet with the Bulgarian minister on the official business of the Quidditch World Cup in a while."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch, if anything happens, you can leave at any time."

"That's right," Bagman said with a big smile on his face, "who makes you the only one who can understand their twisted, quirky accents, it's really hard on you..."

"You want to come with me, too, Bagman. There's a lot of work over there, and someone has to be watching, or it's two hundred loose sand, and the numbers keep growing, and I'm out of control."

"I know," Bagman said embarrassedly, but he quickly found a reason, "I'm busy with another thing, not the Quidditch World Cup, you know, the communication on the American side is not smooth, they I want to change the rules, but who am I, I will definitely not compromise-"

Crouch raised his eyebrows, "We promise not to reveal any details before we announce it."

"Oh, the details!" said Bagman nonchalantly, waving a hand, "but the event is happening at Hogwarts, and we're going to talk to them over the holidays—details, you see, I bet Heap knows something. what."

He turned his head to look at Felix and said expectantly: "You must know that some things cannot be avoided. Dumbledore has held several meetings and rejected some interesting proposals."

"Are you talking about the Triwizard Tournament?" Felix asked.

He's a little weird, it seems that Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch seem to be in charge of the Quidditch World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament at the same time, you have me, I have you, which is not wise, but There will be more internal friction. What did Fudge think?

As for the Triwizard Tournament, he is no stranger to it. It was a friendly competition between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe 700 years ago, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, and it has been going on forever. After many years, it was later closed due to too many casualties, but——

"The top three? It's the top four now, maybe more," Bagman said. "Old Fudge wants to bring more people in. Wagado on the African side, I think his brain is broken. already."

"Bagman!" said Mr. Crouch sternly. "We should change the subject."

"Oh, uh, okay." Bagman was a little overwhelmed, shrinking his shoulders, "Listen, let's talk about today's protagonist, my good friend - Felix Heap. "

His eyes lit up and he said, "The youngest recipient of the St Mungo's Medical Badge, that's not easy. I have the impression of some old men, I mean, older healers."

"...And the Merlin Medal, I don't know if it's the youngest one." He looked at Barty Crouch.

"I remember Pettigrew Peter, who was 21 when he died," Crouch said slowly, clearly not wanting to discuss the subject.

"Admirable, he's a hero," Bagman said, in a less respectful tone. "But Mr. Hepp isn't bad. This year—" He glanced at Felix, who said briefly, "Twenty-three."

"Yes, 23 years old, and still relying on real skills, memory damage, I'm not familiar with this area, it should be the treatment of memory shortcomings? I think Bertha Jorkins needs to see, what she did It's a headache, I can't find a venue, and I've been shopping around for a week."

Barty Crouch did not speak, but kept his face straight.

"What do you think, Barty? She's supposed to be in the ministry today, and she'd better come by..."

"She's not here," Crouch said stiffly.

"what?"

"She wasn't there, I approved her vacation and let her go on vacation."

"Well, but she's mine, Barty..."

Mr. Barty Crouch suddenly lost his temper: "Then take responsibility and spend the time you spend meeting fans maintaining the venue instead of leaving everything to me."

Bagman's momentum weakened immediately, like a punctured balloon, "I didn't mean that, well, you're right, it's better to let her relax, there's not much more of her... "

Crouch left in a hurry, Bagman was a little uneasy, chatted a few words unnaturally, and left, "I'd better talk to the Americans again, in fact, their ideas are not... not so outrageous."

More and more people poured into the living room, Felix had to say hello one by one and say some nonsense nonsense. It took him a long time to get rid of Cornelius Fudge. Fudge didn't know if he was eating wrong. After taking the medicine, he has been enthusiastically introducing him to high-ranking officials from the pure-blood faction of the Ministry of Magic. Fortunately, he saw some familiar faces.

"Felius, Minerva, Severus, and Damocles, are you together?"

"You're going to be very busy today," Damocles Belby said sympathetically. "We'll just pass the time by ourselves. We'll meet again after a long time, and there's a lot to talk about."