A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Chemistry... an unfamiliar and familiar word, like a memory from a previous life, Harry thought.

Where did this concept come from? He recalled his elementary school years, and it wasn't a pleasant memory, and after Dudley's mischief and humiliation, there wasn't much he wanted to recall.

But fortunately, he still remembered some of the content in the experimental class. Chemistry should be a subject that changes matter, right?

He picked up "Unreliable Alchemy" a little distractedly and looked at Hermione - "I've seen it, Harry," said Hermione, pointing at the stack of books, according to interest. Pick out the book The Fifth Element Controversy.

"Miss Granger, I suggest you start with Chapter 7. The description of the effects of magic on matter is very fascinating, and it is the most convincing I have seen in recent years," Felix said.

"Oh, thanks Professor," Hermione said happily.

"What about us?" Harry asked, also desperate for advice, since the book in his hand was no thinner than Hermione's.

He turned to the middle at random, and turned a few pages, only to see a picture, the wizard in it was very similar to a portrait hanging on the wall of Blake's old house, they all had curly hair and looked like court nobles. clothes.

Felix looked up at Harry and Ron with a kind smile. "Start with the introduction. One of my experiences with books is that the basics shouldn't be sloppy."

"After reading this book, and then reading "Nine Schools of Alchemy", you will have the most basic understanding of alchemy. At this time, it is best to write a comprehensive paper, but of course, it is barely possible to replace it with a knowledge map. ... Later, when you read "The Compendium of General Techniques in Alchemy," "Manuscript 1 of Nick Lemay," or "The Controversy of the Fifth Element," you won't be able to understand it."

There were two swallowing sounds, and Harry and Ron looked at each other.

'Homework for divination class? ’

'Continue to make up. ’

They quickly understood the meaning of each other's eyes, and each took out a piece of parchment from their schoolbags. From the introduction, Harry couldn't help frowning after reading only two lines—

'I'm a wizard obsessed with alchemy, remember this name, Crofts Alberd Adrian, it will always shine in the realm of alchemy, more dazzling than Nick Lemay, because I Will be the first to conquer the Philosopher's Stone. ’

' Some might say that Nick Lemay was the first alchemist to unravel the mysteries of the Philosopher's Stone, but I think that's a misinformation, because the Philosopher's Stone can make an elixir with no side effects, if he really He made the Philosopher's Stone, we won't know... and I will find him immediately and worship him as a teacher. But the truth is, he has long since disappeared. ’

Harry heard Ron mutter, "It's because of people like you that he's hiding." He grinned, thinking it made sense, and they continued to look down.

"There has never been a shortage of alchemists in history who claimed to have made the Philosopher's Stone. This kind of words are like those wizards who once obtained legendary wands, claiming that they are invincible, but disappearing from our sight forever. Adrian's evaluation of this is: Honor is the reward of hard work, who would have the heart to give it up? Similarly, we can speculate that if those who are said to prolong life and defeat the god of death really succeed, what reason do they have to hide from people? Is it because they have incurable dragon pox sores on their faces? ’

'Then I will tell you about my own experience. I, Crofts Alberd Adrian, an alchemist, graduated from Hogwarts Ravenclaw and spent a lot of money after graduation. I traveled through time, visited the famous alchemists one by one, pooled their thoughts, corrected their mistakes, and finally assembled my first book. I will dedicate it to my alma mater, the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts. If there are students in the future who see this, they should learn about my outstanding achievements from my other books...'

Harry felt that this 'Adrian' sounded too much like Lockhart, he wanted to ask Ron's opinion, Ron whispered: "I suddenly want to find out if this person has a second book, I mean... there's always the chance that something unexpected happens, maybe our genius friend runs out of inspiration, or we're on our way and we come across a Hungarian wasp out foraging."

...

Felix was examining his own magic, the Iron Mantra, and figuring out how to combine them into one. It has been more than two months since he returned from Beauxbatons, and the Beauxbatons version of the Iron Armor Curse successfully reached level six.

It seemed to have undergone sublimation, shedding the rusted battlefield scars on the surface, becoming smooth and shiny, and its color had become a beautiful blood red, as if it had been cut from a huge ruby.

At this moment, Felix held a very metallic mask in one hand - it was part of the complete armor, his left hand was golden, and his right was blood red. He studied it carefully for a long time, but still had no clue. Felix's original idea was to block out his memory about the Iron Armor spell and learn it from scratch, and the last two Iron Armor spells would merge naturally.

But that guess turned out to be wrong.

He put his two palms together, and the gold and the blood-red armor mask collided, making a crisp metallic sound, but there was no sign of fusion. He couldn't help but wonder if his magic theory was not enough to understand and accommodate magic of this intensity?

Felix casually put the blood-red mask on his face, and his vision became blurred blood-red, like a red scarf. He raised his head and looked around the library, using this novel perspective to observe the students in the seats in the distance.

There was a slight noise from the side.

Felix glanced over to see Hermione snickering. When he looked over, she immediately froze.

"Professor, what is this?" she whispered, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Mrs. Pince patrolling through the gaps in the bookshelves.

"The figurine of the Iron Spell," Felix explained. "Both." He handed her the golden mask. "How do you think they should be fused together?"

"Sixth-level spell?" Hermione took it with great interest, and took it in her hand and scrutinized it carefully. She thought about it and asked, "The one who helped Beauxbatons resist the flames?"

Felix nodded slightly, and he briefly introduced the origin of the two forms of Iron Armor.

Hermione pondered, but this question was too esoteric to her, and she could only guess without foundation, "It has something to do with the cognition of magic?"

"It's possible," Felix nodded, "this is one of the directions I guess, but—" He looked at Hermione speechlessly and put the golden mask on his face and looked at him.

"Is it fun?"

Hermione quietly made a face behind the mask, took off the golden mask, and said solemnly: "Will there be a new magic form above the sixth-level magic, like a magic ball? It should cover the golden and The two iron armor spells of blood red... I guess it must be difficult!"

Felix sighed, "The problem is that I don't have any ideas, although I know I can do it, it's just a matter of time." But when he saw a higher realm, he was a little itchy.

"Ask Headmaster Dumbledore," Hermione suggested.

"I haven't seen anyone lately. Maybe our principal has gone on a trip." Felix shook his head and said. He didn't elaborate on the fact that he used the Patronus to go to the principal's office in the morning and was stopped by the monster stone statue at the door.

He guessed that Dumbledore was still looking for the whereabouts of the Horcrux, maybe he was chatting with the owner of the Boginbok shop now? At least he knew what to get him for Christmas, a dark magician or a woolen cloak.

"Your advice is very useful, Granger," he said, waving away the magic.

Felix left soon, and he still had classes in the afternoon. When he disappeared, Harry handed Hermione a newspaper.

"What's wrong?"

"Borrowed from the next table," said Harry tersely. "Look at the fourth edition."

Hermione quickly flipped through the newspaper of the day, her eyes paused slightly on the photo of Durmstrang's principal Karkaroff's gloomy face, with the headline "Are cheaters still qualified to be referees?" Seeing Rita Skeeter's name in that column, she was genuinely thankful that the woman wasn't paying attention to them, even finding it unbelievable to have gotten away with it.

She quickly turned to the fourth edition. It was a small article, an interview with the official in charge of the Wizarding Examination Board, and she knew that this should be the point of view of Professor Gerslda Marchban that Professor Hepp had mentioned in the class.

At a glance, she found the "sharp and inspiring" content——

Reporter: What do you think of Hogwarts' performance on the first project?

Marchban: I'm proud.

Reporter: Do you find it unexpected that the two teams won the first and second place respectively?

Marchban: No, I think it's normal. This shows that we have come out of the shadow of war.

Reporter: There is a view that the educational achievements of Hogwarts are the result of Minister Fudge taking office. What do you think?

Marchban: Oh, that man is bullshitting.