A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Nearly evening, Felix and Lupin came out of the 'Future World' company headquarters-because of the branch used to sell specific products, this vertical castle building was named the company headquarters, dedicated to research work .

Felix intends to expand the company's sales outlets around the world, just like Gringotts Bank. Many British wizards actually don't know that Gringotts has branches in different countries, and they think they are the only one.

The two looked at the store from a distance, it was almost completely dark, and two fire dragons were suspended at the door of "Future World - Diagon Alley Store". The flame-like light caused everyone to scream.

"Fudge had already delivered the ticket, and I took it for you when you weren't here," Lupin said softly.

"Um."

...

Felix returned to his London residence, focused on visiting some friends, and then, one morning, Apparated into a foggy forest, a field designated for Apparition by the British Ministry of Magic.

"Go in that direction, remember to register at the door." A tired old wizard said weakly, at this moment, there was another crackling sound not far away, and a South American wizard dressed like a peacock appeared in a whirling, head-butting on the tree next to it.

The old wizard of the Ministry of Magic murmured something that sounded a bit like a "stupid bird" pronunciation. Felix followed the direction he pointed and walked out of the forest. From the hazy fog, he saw a gentle slope that stretched upwards. A grotesque block stretches down the hillside—they are tents set up by wizards who arrive early.

Around the Quidditch World Cup arena, the Ministry of Magic has prepared more than a dozen bases, and let the wizards watching the game come in batches. Naturally, the lower the ticket price, the earlier the time to come.

Felix came to a stone house, and a man stood at the door, with a dazed and indifferent expression on his face. Felix saw that he was the only ordinary person in this large area, and that he had just been placed under the Oblivion Charm.

"Good morning sir?"

"Hello, I'm Roberts," the man said calmly. "Name and hand over the money."

...

Felix passed between the tents, and not far from the entrance of the camp, there were patrols from the Ministry of Magic, who were responsible for maintaining the order of the entire camp and acting as law enforcement. "You!" shouted one of the Ministry's enforcers. "What's up with the chimney on the tent?" the reprimanded wizard retorted. "I didn't break secrecy, and Muggles do that too!"

"Are you sure?" The law enforcement officer was a little confused, "Your tent is different from everyone else..."

The colleague next to him whispered, "I've seen it too, you may be mistaken."

So the two left, leaving the victorious wizard to continue fiddling with his tent. Felix carefully walked through the area, his vision gradually widened, and he found that the patrols of the Ministry of Magic actually only paid attention to those tents near the edge of the field. After a distance, various tents with "magic traces" began to compete.

A tent crooked, like it was glued by a child, stood upright in the wind, seven or eight feet apart. It was a tent of normal size, but on its side was a moving poster on it. It should be a certain star, about thirty years old, with a gloomy face.

"Why something extra?" a familiar voice shouted.

Then came Hermione's voice: "Oh my God, that's a support pole!"

"Can you use it right away, will it suddenly collapse?" This was Sirius's voice.

Felix followed the sound, and several children of the Weasley family were gathered around, watching the two adults in the center of the field—Mr. Weasley and Sirius lying on the ground, checking what went wrong.

"Hello, do you need help?" Felix said with laughter.

Sirius looked up from the ground, in a very bad mood, he stood up immediately, drew his wand, pointed a finger at the loose tent, and it immediately jumped up and assembled itself.

"Well, you're right, though—even though we lost a lot of fun." Mr. Weasley also got up from the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley."

"Hello, Professor Hepp," said Mr. Weasley, his expression a little stiff, and he gave the children a worried look, "kids, put your bags and make the beds, we may be staying for a few days. ."

He pulled Felix aside and Sirius looked around and followed.

"Professor Hepp, I heard Harry say you taught him to Apparate?" Mr. Weasley struggled. "It's not that I have any doubts about your teaching, I just think—well, you don't think so much. Is it early?"

"Too early? Mr. Weasley, I don't quite understand."

"The Ministry of Magic stipulates that Apparition must be learned at least in sixth grade, and it has to go through rigorous exams. I heard from friends in the Reversal Incident Team that all kinds of serious splits... Actually, actually, I hope Could be a year or two earlier, but Harry was only in third grade at the time..."

"Harry has the potential," Felix said.

"Many grown-up wizards are not good at this magic," said Mr. Weasley eagerly, wiping his somewhat bald forehead with a handkerchief.

They didn't find that the noisy voice in the tent was quiet, a gap was exposed in the tent, and a pair of bright eyes looked towards this side.

"Mr. Weasley, I've always felt that Apparition should be one of the hard criteria for students to graduate," Felix said with a smile, not caring much about his attitude, "I've already suggested this to Dumbledore, It is expected to be implemented this year.”

"Graduation criteria?" asked Mr. Weasley in surprise, his attention diverted. In fact, he was not obsessed with the issue of Apparition, but worried that Felix's eagerness to make achievements would hurt Harry, so he reminded him politely.

He didn't know that Ron and Hermione also followed secretly, but when he was looking for the door key in the ferret mountain today, he heard something from Sirius. It's Professor Hepp in the school.

"Yes, a few magics are included in the category that must be mastered. If you fail, you will have to go back to study and not be allowed to graduate." Felix said in a relaxed tone.

Harry and Ron, who were eavesdropping on the side, exchanged glances with each other. Fred and George were on top of them, standing higher, causing Ron to whisper, "Don't squeeze!" Hermione and Ginny squatted, lowest, looking out through the two rivet holes.

On the other end, Sirius asked with great interest, "Can you tell me what magic is there?"

"It's not settled yet," Felix said, "but I think—" He cracked his fingers and counted them, "Apparition, Disillusionment, Disarm, Iron Armor, Safeguarding, Muggle Banishment. , Healing Spell, these should be the most basic. There may be more specific divisions, related to career choices..."

Mr. Weasley's attitude has improved a lot, and he said thoughtfully: "Is it targeted training before entry? Sounds good, many new graduates still have a lot to learn, even when I entered the Ministry of Magic. …”

Sirius grinned, and with what he knew about Felix, perhaps Felix was preparing for the coming of the Wizarding War. He glanced at the tent and waved his hand covertly. His godson was so careless that half of his head was exposed.

...

"So that's why you taught Harry? Think all wizards should master it?" Sirius asked quietly after Mr. Weasley had left, finding an opportunity.

They were standing in front of the tent, watching the wizards coming and going from all over the world, a red-faced wizard in a kilt holding a flamingo and a huge pot in his hand.

"Actually, he asked for it himself." Felix said calmly.

"You can say no," Sirius reminded him. "As Arthur said, he's not old enough to get a certificate."

Felix looked at him teasingly: "I'm only in charge of teaching, and I can't control their situation outside the school. Maybe... we should expect the guardian of the little wizard to set an example and give proper guidance?"

Sirius was dark-faced. After learning that Harry had mastered Apparition, his first thought was to take him on a trip, and he did.

He stopped talking and looked back at the tent carefully. Mr. Weasley took out the kettle and two saucepans from the backpack he had brought with him. The children were busy making their beds. Sirius said cautiously: Do you understand the sequelae?"

"Why do you ask..." Felix looked at Sirius, then followed his line of sight to Harry, "Is it Harry?"

"That's right," Sirius said briefly, glancing again at the wizard in the kilt, with two Ministry of Magic enforcers eyeing the bird he was carrying, "the scar on his forehead suddenly hurts, and he made a Nightmares, he said he had a dream about Voldemort...I don't know much about that."

Sirius briefly stated what he knew, and Felix frowned. "What kind of Voldemort did he dream of?"

"I didn't see it clearly."

"Apart from Voldemort?"

"There should be others, but Harry forgot. You know, dreams are such a thing, the more details you remember, the less you can remember them. Maybe Voldemort is up to something in the dark, and he has a helper. That's why I'm asking you. I hope it's just an accident, a dream, aren't you a therapist?"

"I'm not." Felix sighed. "If he has memory problems - well, you know what I mean, you should go to St Mungo's Curse Damage Department."

Sirius's words were full of worry, "I'm worried about causing unnecessary trouble, maybe the influence of the spell still remains, the Death-Slaying Curse... There has never been a precedent, and Harry didn't escape the disaster by his own strength, Instead, rely on Lily's magic."

He briefly revealed some information, mainly the ancient magic that Lily cast, including its function and price. Felix had actually heard something similar, but Sirius told it in more detail.

"It turns out to be the case. I suggest you make it clear to Dumbledore. He has many secret channels to find out the news, and maybe he can find out what Voldemort is doing."

Neither of the two said a word, and the wizard with the flamingo was stopped, and the Ministry of Magic's enforcers suspected him of smuggling precious magical animals, although the two enforcers did not recognize the bright rose-colored feather. Big bird, but still politely invited the wizard to go.

"This is a flamingo! Do you know a flamingo? It's not a magical animal... It's not related to a phoenix!" the wizard shouted angrily and was carried away.

Sirius suddenly asked: "Is that really not a magical animal?"

"No," Felix said affirmatively.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

"It'll figure out, maybe they'll become friends."

In the tent, the children began to talk about their experiences, and the Weasley twins mentioned Future World, where they spent half the summer, "It was so cool!"

Fred sighed, "We've made quite a few friends, think about it, there are dozens of like-minded people—"

"Compared with other people, we are a small game." George said.

"Don't say that, we managed to sell a couple mirror, and Professor Lupin said it would change the wizarding world forever."

"You sold it?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, we signed a two-year cooperation agreement until we graduate." Fred said with a smile, "borrowing the future world company's store sales, we don't have to worry about it, and there will be dividends every month-"

"There is plenty of money to do other research!"

George also said happily: "After graduation, we can save a lot of money and buy a shop directly in Diagon Alley."

"Even the name is ready-"

"Weasley's Witchcraft!" they both cheered with arms raised at the same time.

Mr. Weasley on the side sighed. Professor Lupin visited the Burrow and insisted on signing an agreement in the presence of him and Molly.

"see you later."

Felix said goodbye to them and came to a large tent in the camp. Lupin stood in front of the entrance, hung up a sign, and took two steps back to study it carefully.

"It's a little crooked," Felix said suddenly beside him, and Lupin was taken aback. The wand hidden in his sleeve spurted a cluster of red sparks. He looked left and right, and when no one was paying attention, he made a brisk stroke with his right hand. , the brand is immediately glued to the tent.

The two looked at the sign that read "Future World", and Lupin whispered, "The Ministry of Magic suggested that we use as little magic as possible, after all, this is Muggle territory, and there is a small village less than ten kilometers away. ."

At this time, the two young men came out of the tent, and Clemie wiped the sweat from her forehead, "The box is straightened again, my God, it's like a big warehouse. Oh, Professor Hepp, you here too-"

"Hello, Mr. Hepp," said the blond young man next to her, who was a clerk at the Future World Company's sales outlet in Diagon Alley, named Arik McKee.

"Hello." Felix nodded to them, and he called Clemie aside, "How have you been these days?"

"Not bad," said Cremy excitedly, "especially the memory stone basin. I took the time to listen to the parts I didn't understand before, but there are no more lessons..."

She was talking about the teaching aid Felix used to teach ancient magic in the Rune Club last school year. training above.

"It's for make-up lessons for interested employees, and it's not too deep," Felix said.