A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Early on Christmas morning, Felix heard a knock on the door. It was Dobby.

"Merry Christmas, generous and great Mr. Hepp!" said Dobby the house-elf warmly, standing outside the door. He was wearing a brown waistcoat with a dark yellow sock in his pocket. Also holding a purple knitted sweater.

Felix suddenly woke up.

He said tentatively, "This isn't your Christmas present, Dobby? You don't need to..."

"Oh, no, Mr. Hepp," said Dobby prudishly, "this is a present from Mr. Harry Potter and his friends, and I went over there first... You said, not too early or looking for you too late."

"I did say that." Felix blinked and said. He estimated the time from the dim light outside the door. It was barely six or seven o'clock now, and it would only be more time than going to Harry's bedroom. morning.

"Then... um, please come in."

He stepped aside and Dobby's body disappeared from the doorway wall for a moment, and reappeared with a large brown pocket in his hand.

"It's a gift from Dobby and the house-elves, all for Mr. Hepp!"

In the parlour, Dobby said. Then he picked it up in his big pockets and handed Felix a small gift box wrapped in blue wrapping paper.

"What's this? Oh, a pair of socks, very nice." Felix looked at the socks in the package, and Dobby seemed to want to match the blue undertone he liked, with black lightning bolts and silver balls of light embroidered on them, corresponding to with two of his well-known ancient magics.

"Dobby knitted it by himself," said the house-elf, with wide, round eyes, "Dobby went to several shops and always felt that the things there were not to his liking, so he discussed it with his companions and made a decision together. "

"So these are... socks?" Felix asked absently.

"That's right!" said Dobby happily. "All kinds of socks! We all picked our favorite color, and Dobby took advantage, because Dobby knew that Mr. Hepp liked blue!"

"Yeah, you're right, I do like blue. Thank you, Dobby." Felix said, "Have you figured out how this year is going, I remember Remus said he was going to give it to you guys. A week off-"

"Yes! Mr. Lupin is also a good man. He gives the house-elves the same vacation." Dobby was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm going to spend the holidays with my friends, and call all my friends!"

"Good idea, I remember there were magic cameras in the company, remember to take a few pictures then, Merry Christmas to you, Dobby."

...

Felix is ​​in the office all day, with a horrific amount of gifts and an astonishing amount of work to respond to.

Occasionally in his spare time, he stood by the window and looked out at the snow-covered Forbidden Forest in the distance.

Beauxbatons' carriage and Hagrid's hut are like pastries of different sizes, covered in icing icing. There was only a spire sticking out from Ilvermorny's station, and Durmstrang's black sailboat was finally not troubled by the strong wind, and was firmly locked on the ice by the frozen Black Lake. The rest of the Vaggardu delegation, who respected nature, chose the place closest to the forbidden forest and built a row of huts out of wood - very Hagrid's hut style.

Felix stood at a high place and could barely see the footprints left by people from other schools when they traveled to and from Hogwarts Castle, in addition to the large white patches.

By the afternoon, there were more people, and there were far more people than in the previous two years.

Felix still remembered that Christmas that was a little deserted last year. He added all the professors and students who were staying at the school, but only one table was filled. This year's Christmas was almost the same as when he went to school normally.

This is because of the Christmas ball, almost all students in grades 4 and above choose to stay at school for the holidays, making the castle crowded.

But Felix knew it was purely psychological.

He watched the students play snowball fights for a while, the sky was getting dark, Felix put on his robe and estimated it was time to leave the office.

At the door of the Great Hall he saw Harry and Ron, who were staring eagerly at the oak gate.

"Are you waiting for Miss Granger?" he asked.

"What? Well, not really... we didn't see her either," Harry said. "We were waiting for Ron's brother."

"Percy Weasley? Or Charlie?" Felix asked in surprise.

"It's Percy," said Harry, gesturing to Ron's bad robe, "Mrs. Weasley bought Ron a new gown and asked Percy to bring it because she heard Percy would Representing his boss, Mr. Barty Crouch, at the ball."

Ron whispered, "Mum should put it in the Christmas package instead of having Percy bring it. If she doesn't think the piggy (Ron's owl) can't carry that much, she can put the purple sweater first. Leave it at home, I mean, in case Percy forgets! His big head won't remember anything other than work..."

At this moment, a loud voice came clearly into their ears from outside the oak door. "This is your brother, Percy? He's saying something interesting." The speaker was Ludo Bagman, who was wearing a bright purple robe with big yellow stars on it tonight.

Coming with him was Percy Weasley, wearing a new navy blue gown, his face full of spring breeze. He saw the three people standing at the door at a glance, walked over quickly, with a bright smile on his face, and shook hands with Felix forcefully.

"I didn't expect that the first person I saw when I came back to campus was you, Professor Haipu, thank you for taking care of Penello, I always wanted to take time to visit. But I've been too busy recently, you may not You know, I've been promoted from one of the assistants to the top one, and today I'm here to replace Mr. Crouch..."

As he spoke, he pushed Ron aside as if he didn't see it.

Harry grinned, eager to ask Percy if Mr. Crouch stopped calling him "Wetherby", but he resisted the temptation.

Ron stared silently at his body, looking for a place to hide a robe. After a few seconds, he called Percy angrily, "Where's my robe?"

"What?" Percy asked in astonishment.

"Robes! The gowns my mother bought me!" Ron exclaimed. Judging from his appearance, if Harry hadn't stopped him, he seemed eager to rush over and strangle Percy.

The expression on Percy's face remained for a few seconds, and then he magically pulled out a gown of the same color as him, and Ron, who was pulled by Harry, froze in place.

"This is mine?" said Ron incredulously.

"You have to thank Penello. I did forget when I came. She reminded me." Percy said with a stern face.

Ron snatched the brand-new gown, gently stroked the navy blue satin on it, and said unforgivingly, "You live with her?"

"Well, not yet," Percy replied awkwardly.

"Then how did she remind you before you went out?" Ron looked suspicious.

"Don't ask nonsense if you shouldn't!" Percy growled, his face flushed. "If you still want your clothes."

"Do you want me to say good things about her? Actually, don't bother, Mom and Dad like her," said Ron.

Percy's face seemed to have a tendency to turn purple, Ludo Bagman and Felix were watching the play in silence, but Harry pulled Ron at this time, "Parvati and Parvati. Delmar is waiting for us." So they hurried to the bathroom.

"I remember you took out a small heart-shaped mirror before you went out. It seemed to be a kind of sound-transmitting mirror? After you hurried back to the office, why didn't you tell your brother? He seems to have misunderstood." Ludo Bagman Say.

Percy froze and said with a blank expression: "Penello said I have no sense of humor."

Bagman's eyes widened. "That's your way of showing humor?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Percy gave him a strange look.

"Cough cough!" Felix interrupted their conversation, "Let's go in early, about the sense of humor, Percy, I remember a title, I'll tell you later."

"Really?" Percy's eyes lit up. "It couldn't be better." As they entered the auditorium, he was still babbling in his defense: "I don't think I lack a sense of humor, in fact, each of us Different definitions of humor..."

Felix and Bagman stepped up in unison.

I originally planned to finish the story, but I overestimated my progress.