A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The day before school starts, the last festive atmosphere of Christmas has not yet dissipated, and Diagon Alley is full of silver wraps.

This year's Diagon Alley is very different from the past - most of the shops have Christmas lanterns presented as a friendly gift from 'Future World' company. At the time, these magic lamps were already on, illuminating a small open space in front of them.

Arik and Kremy came out of the vertical castle, each wearing only a single shirt, but they were not affected by the cold wind.

Cremy adjusted the knob of the thermostat locket, stuffed it into her pocket, and looked at the witches and wizards on the street with satisfaction. She said with emotion, "In less than half a year, Diagon Alley has changed a lot."

Arik said with empathy: "Indeed...remember the book signing held at the Lichen Bookstore on New Year's Day? Rita Skeeter bought two magic gramophones and let the shadow of the strange sister group float in the door of the bookstore until It's over. It's like watching a live show..."

Clemie blinked and remembered the scene again. The reporter had the guts to include the old Black family members in the book, but even more exaggeratedly she mentioned the Dark Lord.

Some of the descriptions in the book made her blush a little when she remembered it now:

'... That demon king-like figure possessed an extraordinary charisma, which was not limited to men and women, even the descendants of the ancient and pure pure-blooded family could not resist, willingly bowed down at his feet and kissed his piety. instep. Even the slightest possibility—to have dinner with this ruthless monarch, or to receive the gift of kissing the back of his hand, the young man in our story is willing to go through fire and water...

The young pure-blood descendant will never forget that night the Demon King himself summoned his loyal servant. The Demon King's slender fingertips brushed his cheeks like charcoal fire, and murmured a soft whisper that could not be refused: "My believer, I need you...I need you to do something for me..."

Although he didn't call him by his first name, anyone with a bit of knowledge can guess who the two protagonists in the story are.

"What's the matter with you?" Arik asked, looking at Clemi, who suddenly blushed, and looked at her curiously.

"No, it's nothing," said Clemie, red-faced.

...

On a busy street in central London, two strange men stand in front of a well-decorated shop.

Next to this store is a stationery store. The proprietress in the store looked at the two strangers and had no doubts about their actions. She also felt that the store next door was very strange——

She has lived in London for decades, but it was only a few months ago that she first heard the name of Future World.

'It's strange, why does a jewelry store have this name? ' The proprietress thought angrily, 'Isn't the retro style trending now, is it a new fashion from Paris? ’

There is another unreasonable place. On the signboard of this shop, in the lower right corner, it said in gilded letters - "Seventh shop", it was too outrageous, even if the clerk there said that other branches should be located abroad, she was not convinced.

While thinking about it, she blatantly looked at the two people at the intersection through the glass window. One was very young, but his expression was calm, and he seemed to be a rich boy with rich experience? The face of the middle-aged man next to him was full of stories. If she could, she would be happy to invite him to drink a small glass of brandy and hear a sad story...

At this time, Felix and Lupin did not realize that they had become the object of criticism, and an impromptu conversation between them came to an end——

"She's scared to death now, just after the signing was held, and the next day the Ministry of Magic announced the wanted notice of Barty Crouch Jr. Although Fudge refused to admit the existence of Voldemort, it was only 'You-Know-Who' Die-hard believer, wicked' are enough to keep her awake -- and Sirius keeps trying to stop her, and her side-kicks won't convince him."

Felix pursed his lips. He had already flipped through Rita Skeeter's new book, feeling polluted and deserving of worrying her for a few more days.

"Just ignore her," he said to Lupin.

Lupin had just the right look of confusion, "You're going to make her wait nearly two months? She's going to go crazy." That's when the second event of the Tournament begins, and the doors of Hogwarts will open. , invite some audience members and journalists.

Felix smiled playfully: "Don't forget that our journalist friends have a special ability."

Lupin's heart suddenly trembled, and he quickly asked, "Animagus?"

Felix nodded slightly.

Rita Skeeter used to be an illegal Animagus, the word 'was' used because she had plugged the loophole and registered with the Ministry of Magic, but she was exposed, became quite unpopular.

According to reliable sources, the beetle-killing potion was out of stock during that time.

"You want her to do things for you?" Lupin asked in a deep voice, he was very uncomfortable, although he didn't like people like Rita Skeeter who made things as simple as drinking water and breathing Dealing with each other, but he also couldn't convince himself to watch her step into the trap of death.

Felix glanced at Lupin, skeptical of his thoughts. After all, Sirius had said that he and James were attracted to Lupin because of his genuine kindness—no one would refuse to have such a friend.

"You seem to be in some kind of moral quandary, but the truth is, we did nothing," Felix cautioned.

"Yeah," Lupin sighed softly, "because we didn't do anything..."

They walked into the most unusual No. 7 store. The interior was a long aisle. The left and right rows were exquisite glass counters. The counters were decorated with red, black and purple velvet cloth. of gold and silver ornaments, jewelry and jewelry.

From customers to shop assistants are ordinary people.

A young female teller saw Felix and Lupin, her big eyes rolled twice on the former, and then recognized Lupin. Lupin nodded at her, and they went straight through the long hallway, heading inside, where there was a small, inconspicuous door.

A customer is asking the clerk: "Is this a George IV cigarette case?"

"Ma'am, this is just an imitation, you can look at the logo on it." The clerk said with a decent smile, probably trying to show it in front of the boss, her tone was extraordinarily patient and gentle.

"Each of our silverware products strictly follows the sterling silver marking system. In addition, we have also prepared a reference book for customers to check the silver content, origin, date, etc., as well as the certification of the official appraisal agency... …”

Felix and Lupin pushed open the small door, and inside was a narrow compartment. A workbench took up one-third of the place, and some common crafting tools were placed on the workbench.

"Are we going to use these things?" Felix asked, holding up a pair of tweezers. He didn't really know how these things were made. Anyway, he could use magic to shape them, especially if he could cheat with the Mind Shack magic. .

"Occasionally used, some customers will ask for some minor adjustments." Lupin said: "In order to facilitate concealment, we will also purchase silver products from normal channels, and special personnel will be responsible for this." He said with a smile. : "In fact, this store operates no different from other gold and silver jewelry stores, except for the occasional goblin-made piece."

"Felix, I must remind you that the company has more than one hundred and twenty employees."

Felix looked into Lupin's eyes, thought for a second, and said, "This is exactly what I expected, you should have experienced it recently, only when a certain scale is reached, it is necessary to divide the labor, brainstorm, and form a scale. effect. And with more people, we can concentrate more energy on the same thing and make results quickly. Just like this research on projection screens.”

Felix smiled: "I like this feeling, watching them go from unfamiliar to familiar with each other, and pass some simple tasks through the running-in period. Only in this way, when there is a real big task, they will not be in a hurry."

Lupin showed a helpless expression, "Don't let the people in the company hear these words. They don't think they have completed a 'simple' task."

"Oh, I was wrong," Felix said curtly. "It's a tough job."

Coming out of the seventh branch, it was just dark and Felix and Lupin were separated. He is satisfied with everything so far, especially since his Book of Runes is almost finished, which puts him in a very good mood.

He roamed the streets of London rarely, people on the street were hurrying, and before he knew it, he turned into a remote street, and a figure swayed in the dim light.

It was a dark-haired man with a stump-like figure, sunken cheeks and eye sockets, and messy hair.

'tramp? Addict? ’

Felix moved a little distance, but he didn't expect this man to come towards him, Felix felt a strong sense of absurdity in his heart, 'It won't be a robbery. ' This thought made him not choose to leave, but stayed where he was, looking at each other curiously.

The man was so thin that it seemed like a gust of wind would blow him over. He put one hand into his pocket, Felix tilted his head, and put a humanoid armor on himself, "Do you need to call a doctor for you?" He slowly say.

"I do need some 'medicine'," the man said, licking his yellowed teeth.

He took out a folded leaflet and handed it to Felix, with an odd smile on his face. Then he left to find his next target.

Felix looked at the contents of the flyer and felt unbelievable for a while——

'Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in mystery? There are uncharted territories in this world, a world completely different from science. If you often feel like you're dazed, drifting, and waking up not knowing where you are (this paragraph is highlighted)...you're probably meant to be part of the secret world, my friend.

Welcome to join us, we will provide thoughtful guidance and fulfill one of your wishes - for example, you desperately need to reverse your bad luck, desperate to see a real perspective; or suffer from an incurable disease and feel hopeless in life ...'