A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day the Hogwarts Express left the station and disappeared from Felix's sight.

Dumbledore stood with him, looking into the distance, his eyes were full of crystal water: "It's really touching... The empty head is full of knowledge, and you can enjoy a beautiful vacation."

"Yeah, there's still a bag of homework." Felix said, "Albus, why did you let me go to Romania?"

"Because you are not any of the four deans, we always have to avoid suspicion. This year's competition is larger than before, with five schools in total." Dumbledore said gently, "This is my job, but I'm too busy again-"

"Five? Besides Ilvermorny, which one is there?"

"Wagado from the Moon Mountains in Africa - Fudge's handwriting," Dumbledore said. "He's had a rough two months, his reputation has plummeted because of the dementors out of control, and his parents have sent letters condemning him. The incompetence of the people, and the newspapers are reporting on it.”

"You're not saying that Fudge's wrists are very—"

"Brilliant?" Dumbledore said with a smile. "Have you seen the news about Sirius and Peter Pettigrew in the newspaper? Including Peter's last words?"

"Did he do it on purpose?" Felix asked in surprise. He only saw the Ministry of Magic's newsletter a long time ago in a bean curd article in the newspaper, and it basically didn't make waves.

"I think it's smooth sailing... The dementor is out of control is something all the students see, but not many people know about it. In Fudge's view, perhaps the Sirius case is more sensitive," Dumbledore said: " Heroes are imprisoned for twelve years without trial, traitors enjoy Merlin 1st class, and live in peace... Although not what happened in his tenure, the people don't care that much. What's more - there is also Voldemort involved."

Felix nodded and understood Fudge's thoughts: since the Dementor is out of control and can no longer be covered, then don't care, anyway, there is Umbridge as a shield, but when it comes to wrongful convictions and Voldemort, it must be hide from the public.

"I guess he's pinning all his hopes on those two events, the Quidditch World Cup and the Championship."

Dumbledore agreed: "Using prosperity to cover paleness is Fudge's forte. So he wanted to pull more schools down and expand his influence. In fact, he sent invitations to ten schools of magic, but responded to his Few."

...

Felix is ​​surrounded by mountains, the Carpathian Mountains, known as the "Romanian Spine", where the Romanian Dragon Reserve is hidden.

Although there are many dragon farms around the world, the Romanian Dragon Reserve is the most unique - the dragons here are in a semi-stocking state, and more than a hundred professionals from all over the world work here, including dragon trainers, breeders Dragon master and fire dragon research expert.

Here, you can find almost all kinds of fire dragons known in the world.

Felix watched as seven or eight wizards surrounded a Romanian horned dragon. Half of its wings were pierced with blood, and the dragon trainers tried to calm it down.

He walked down the hillside and observed the dragon up close, with its dark green scales and long, gleaming horns, eyes wary and irritable, and stomping uneasily.

"Relax - we have no ill intentions, you need treatment." A wizard shouted, his companions surrounded the vigilantly, the wand was always aimed at the fire dragon in estrus, especially since it failed, and now it is estimated that the mood is not good would be great.

The long-horned dragon flapped half of its wings and spewed a few sparks from its nostrils.

"Watch out, it's going to breathe fire—Charlie, use the Stunning Charm!" shouted another wizard.

The dragon trainer named Charlie shouted: "Find the time, when it shows its belly, let's be together - now!"

"Stunned!" they shouted in unison. The Stunning Charm fell like a rocket on the thick skin of the Longhorn's belly. Its hind legs were crumbling, and green smoke billowed from its nostrils. It looked down blankly. He looked around, and then fell down very slowly.

"Nice job!"

A middle-aged wizard patted Charlie's shoulder and said with relief, "I can rest assured that you will lead the team alone." His companions also gathered around. Due to living in the wild all the year round, these people's skin is very rough, tanned and black, with a weather-beaten feeling.

'It was him. ' Felix thought to himself, Charlie Weasley, two years younger than him, has a great talent for Quidditch, was captain of Gryffindor and won the Quidditch Cup.

However, Felix was not interested in Quidditch when he was in school, and he didn't recognize it for a while. He didn't even remember the name of Slytherin's captain at the time.

Besides, Charlie Weasley had a very different impression from him. Although he still had a wide face like a good gentleman, and the freckles unique to the Weasleys, his skin was not so dark when he was in school, nor did he have any on his arms. A large, glowing scar burned by fire.

Felix stood quietly on the side, but startled the others. They were all focused on the fire dragon before, not paying attention to the sudden appearance of another person beside them.

"Who are you? Don't you know it's dangerous here, and you're so close?" The middle-aged wizard frowned and looked at the young man in front of him. Felix's face was very confusing, making him think it was someone A reckless guy who came to explore with excess curiosity.

There are many such people every year, often just graduated from school, traveling to various places, and the Fire Dragon Reserve is a very tempting choice.

"Felix Happ, the ancient Rune professor at Hogwarts." Felix said in a relaxed tone, "Review the candidates for the Tournament on behalf of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."

The middle-aged wizard looked at him suspiciously. Are all professors so young now?

"Captain!" Charlie Weasley stood up: "I know him, let me receive him."

"Is he really a professor?" After getting a positive reply, the captain waved his hand: "Okay, since you are friends, I will leave it to you. Others! Recite the floating spell with me and take the fire dragon away."

Charlie looked at Felix seriously: "Captain has no malice, he is a good man."

Felix laughed dumbly: "Charlie Weasley, I'm curious about my image in your mind."

Charlie didn't speak, what image? Of course, it is the shadow of a generation. As a pure Gryffindor, it was still very cool to watch Felix clean up the Slytherin students when he was in school.

This also led to Felix's reputation in the other three academies at the time, but it was recognized that he was too aggressive, and everyone kept a distance.

"Our life is over there, I'll take you there." Charlie pointed to the foot of the mountain and said, "On the edge of a stream, live in a tent."

Along the way, Charlie introduced him to the environment here: "The Carpathian Mountains are huge, occupying 40% of the country's land. In addition to forests, there are rocky beaches, swamps and caves..."

"Won't the fire dragon start a mountain fire?" Felix asked with interest.

"This situation is relatively rare. They don't rely on fire-breathing for prey. For example, the Romanian longhorned dragon just now likes to use its horns to kill its prey, bring it back to its nest on the mountain, and then breathe fire to cook the prey." Charlie said: " Fire-breathing attacks or deterrence are only used when confronting a nimble and difficult opponent, or when fighting of the same kind, and the victors often take the initiative to extinguish the flames."

He said with emotion: "This is their home." The two raised their heads and watched a silver-blue fire dragon pass through the air.

Charlie took Felix to a tented area. It could be seen that he was very popular. When he came over, many people greeted him, and he responded one by one.

"We need registration here, how long are you going to stay?" He took out a notebook.

Felix thought for a while: "Two or three days, I'm very interested here."

Charlie frowned: "I thought it was a long time... I need to apply to the captain, please wait." He left in a hurry, and it took him a long time to come back, with a puzzled face: "They are out again, I will bring them first. Just walk around."

It was getting dark, and the other side—

Harry, Ron and Hermione got off the train and walked out of King's Cross together, Harry was not in a good mood, even if he had a godfather, he still had to go back to the Dursleys, which Dumbledore asked for , he could not refuse.

And Sirius hadn't appeared for a while, and if Harry hadn't received a letter on the train, he would have wondered if Sirius had forgotten that he had a godson.

Mrs Weasley gave him a warm embrace and invited him to watch the Quidditch World Cup, which put Harry in a better mood, but when they parted and he walked up to Uncle Fernon with a salutation by himself, his The mood became gloomy again.

For two full months...

Uncle Vernon greeted him in the usual way. "What's that?" he growled, staring at the envelope Harry still held in his hand. "If that's another form for my signature, then you must..."

"It's not a form," said Harry sullenly. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather?" Uncle Vernon spat, "You don't have any godfather!"

"No, I have," said Harry, his mood miraculously beginning to improve, "he's my mom's and my dad's best friend, a convicted murderer, but he's escaped from a magic prison. He sent it to me, and I can show you the name on the letter..."

Uncle Fenon's face twitched, and his little eyes were full of fear.

Harry was still happily choreographing Sirius, and he wanted to get some benefits for his long summer vacation: "...Sirius Black, on TV, he's still on the run, not caught, but he's willing to I'm keeping in touch to see if I'm going fast, fast—"

Harry's eyes widened, and he looked past Uncle Fernon, who was fat to a wall. In the corner of the station, not far from them, a man dressed as a hippie leaned against the wall. The man was wearing a top hat that covered it. Most of the face, the corners of the mouth seem to be smiling.

The man pushed back his hat, revealing Sirius' bright smile: "Harry, you really make me sad when you say that..."

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.