A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next morning, it rained heavily and lightning flashed across the dark sky.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching the rain fall heavily like layers of curtains, blurring the Forbidden Forest in the distance. In his right hand, he held a palm-sized colorless and transparent spherical vortex. In the vortex, a shrunken Dementor swirled lightly.

After a long while, he returned to the room, the vortex gradually dissipated, and his hand was slightly glowing with silver light, and he directly grabbed the Dementor.

After fiddling with it for a long time, I slipped it into the ring.

...

In the class, the mood of the little wizards was affected by the weather, and it was obviously a little low, especially when Felix asked them to submit their homework. From the window, he saw a group of students lining up to take a herbal class in the greenhouse under heavy rain. One unlucky student fell into the muddy water, but was immediately washed away by the rain.

"Okay, classmates," Felix looked at the fourth-graders in the audience, "I've put together a sentence of the 227 ancient runes you need to master this school year, so your next task is obvious— —"

"I need you to memorize these seventeen sentences."

Felix said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be difficult, at least it's easy for me. We start with the first sentence, and we're all learned knowledge..."

At noon, Felix heard a lot of anecdotes while dining in the auditorium.

The Quidditch final is only a few days away, and it is this Saturday, which is also the date he made an appointment with Sirius, and the two favorites to win the championship, Slytherin and Gryffindor are also on the same page. To Wood loudly praised the superb performance of the Firebolt, and often saw a little girl standing on a big snake passing by with majesty, and the little wizards who came and went saluted.

However, within a few days, several senior Ravenclaw students "accidentally" passed the open space with eagles with a wingspan of seven feet, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Hufflepuff's little wizards are relatively low-key, which may have something to do with their early exit from this year's trophy fight - their humiliating defeat to Ravenclaw in a key game.

However, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the Little Badgers. Within two days of being lost, their captain took the lead in supporting the Ravenclaw team and declared that they were in great shape and were a strong contender for the championship.

In addition, Harry's Patronus, Felix burning the Dementors, and Fudge, the Minister of Magic, left the school in an embarrassed manner and called it the hottest topic. Picking any one will lead to a discussion that lasts for minutes, Felix Just saw a Hufflepuff student arguing with his mates about whether Fudge would take the blame and resign. He forgot to eat and had to rush to Potions class with two pies.

"Severus has a very smart nose, if he finds out..." Felix shook his head, secretly taking note of the student's appearance, preparing to see if he would be locked up.

In the afternoon, Dumbledore brought back Sirius' innocence, "The wanted order has been withdrawn, but I don't expect the Ministry of Magic to publicize its mistake in a big way, and Hokey's case has also been taken up by Wizengamore. , and, in addition, Buckbeak's judgment."

Felix glanced at the conclusion at the bottom of the official document, "Accidental injury, fined five hundred Galleons." He smiled slightly, "This time the Ministry of Magic is very efficient, but it took a long time before."

Dumbledore blinked. "I said to Fudge, you're Hagrid's advocate...and he let him go right away."

But he then said in a deep voice: "From what I know about Fudge, this is just a temporary compromise, I don't want you to despise him because of his clumsy behavior in the past two days. His advantage is not in strength. ."

Felix put away his joking expression and nodded seriously. What happened yesterday, in the final analysis, is that he showed his great strength, and he still holds the truth, so he can't get any good from Fudge, so he quickly compromised.

But I really thought that he was frightened by his own strength, and since then he has always used strength to coerce the opponent, which will easily lead to resentment and trouble.

It really made Fudge anxious. He couldn't think of breaking the net and dispatched all the Aurors and strikers. Should Felix be transformed into a demon king and slaughter the magic world? Don't even think about it, Dumbledore was the first to refuse.

So now that Fudge has unleashed kindness, Felix has to appreciate it, even if he doesn't feel well.

If yesterday's events had any effect on him, it was to make him more eager to make some changes, not to change himself, but to change what he saw in front of him. He was like a painter who saw the stains on the drawing paper, There was an urge to turn the stain into a more beautiful picture.

In the evening, there was an unfinished letter on the table, and the beginning was like this-

'Dear Andis, I have seriously considered your previous suggestion, and feel that I should be more actively involved, and I am going to form a company--'

The letter came to an abrupt end, the traces of ink had already dried, and even fainted from the humid air outside, enough to see Felix thinking for a long time.

"Wait a minute, think about it..."

Felix crumpled the parchment and popped it out gently. The parchment turned into a flaming bird and rushed out of the window, turning into strands of ashes.

"I think you can do it when you think about it, you can leave it to someone else anyway," said a voice.

Felix raised his head and looked at a portrait on the wall. In the blank frame, there was an image of a young man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a dragon skin cloak. It was Felix himself.

It was a portrait hanging at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injured, and he complained: "The dean hung me next to a medieval chatterbox wizard, who would observe the flaws in the faces of everyone who passed by, and try to I've beaten him three times for giving advice, but unfortunately, persistence is written all over his mind, and it's not right, he has no brains..."

Felix looked at his portrait and felt a strange sense of absurdity in his heart: "I think you are quite talkative now."

"It's too hard..." The person in the portrait spread his hands at him, "Hey, listen to me, I found an interesting fact."

"What is it?"

"I could sneak into Dumbledore's office. Remember the day the Longbottoms were cured? Dumbledore said he had a notice from Dalys Delter, and I found her, and she agreed to borrow her. , so I went to Dumbledore's headmaster's office and chatted with the headmasters and, of course, Dumbledore himself."

"What did you talk to him about?"

"Don't worry, my mouth is very strict, and you didn't tell me the most crucial secret." The person in the portrait rolled his eyes, and Felix regretted making his portrait so lively.

"... He asked me if I liked sweets, and he said that he could suggest that you draw me a candy house. It's really interesting. Why did you forget to draw the food in the first place? Even a bunch of grapes is fine..."

Felix: "...Shut up you."

The portrait made a zipper action and was about to leave with a smile. He looked much more cheerful than Felix himself, "I still advise you to do what you want, don't think about it." He The figure disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank photo frame for a long time, then unfolded a piece of parchment again, thinking about writing down a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment, stuffed it into his pocket, and prepared to take time to send it to the Daily Prophet. ".

The next two days were lackluster until Saturday morning, when Felix was ready to enter 12 Grimmauld Place from the fireplace.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, and he walked restlessly around the room, his eyes lit up when he saw Felix.

"You're finally here!"

"Here's your innocence, take it." Felix handed him the Ministry of Magic's document.

Sirius took a look, lost interest, and threw it on the sofa, "I'll call Kreacher, Kreacher!"

A house-elf suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Is he going too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted—" Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher raised his chest proudly. "No one knows there better than I do."