A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Rita Skeeter lowered her head so deeply that she did not dare to speak aloud. She was having trouble breathing, but this time she was pretty sure she wasn't under the influence of magic, there was just something more thrilling than magic.

She knew she had to make a decision soon. She knew very well that the person in front of her didn't care about her life or death. The only purpose of his visit last time was to make her learn to shut up, and when she did that, she was no longer troubled by this. But again, if she wants to seek help, there must be some price to pay.

And she was confident that the name Rita Skeeter was a value in itself.

"Dear Mr. Hepp," she said earnestly, "I would like some advice when I make a fatal mistake." Meanwhile, she couldn't help but blame another man who lived high up in the castle, Dumbledore.

In her new book, although she has avoided her name, she, who has always been daring and good at digging into camps, uses a lot of hints, and she uses the unspoken but well-recognized "entanglement between the Dark Lord and his loyal Death Eaters". Gimmick, she added a lot of details.

Regarding Regulus's part of the information, she has not dug up the inside story - she has a bad reputation among wizards, and it is useless to become a beetle, ordinary people will not talk about a dead person anytime, anywhere. She found only some public information, and stitched together the characteristics of more than a dozen famous ancestors of the Black family.

That's why the pure-blood family descendant with "pure and noble blood" in the book is sometimes personable, tolerant, sometimes cautious, and sharp-spoken, a bit like the person in front of her...

It's different for those who can't even mention the name. This is a drama she carefully created. In order to impact the honor of "the best-selling book of the twentieth century", the promotional word for this book abroad is "The Second Dark Lord's "Secret Past", she herself hinted that foreign publishers connected the mysterious person with the big man now imprisoned on the tower, and she was very comfortable with these little tricks.

The long voyeuristic experience made her identify one thing. Although people avoid it, there is a noisy little devil living in everyone's heart. They want to see the unattainable big man walk down the altar. Or be kicked off the altar.

And she, Rita Skeeter, acted as a stumbling block.

With this idea in mind, she fills the book with a lot of real details, for which she has to follow the mysterious man's past like a hard-working beetle, especially his childhood experiences. This is a dangerous act, she chooses the breakthrough carefully, and after knowing several great surnames, she decisively focuses on the childhood of the mysterious man - his life in the orphanage.

Coincidentally, she met Dumbledore, who was also interested in the childhood of You-Know-Who. They met at the residence of an orphanage director, and Dumbledore said nothing about the mortal danger she might encounter. Just politely persuaded her that "it's better not to do this..."

This old buzzing bee! Rita Skeeter muttered with a homonym to Dumbledore's name.

How old is he this year?

Rita Skeeter thought with secret vicious thoughts, but the thought that, with his great powers, might end up outlived her, all her thoughts were gone. Maybe it would be nice to criticize his school management in the newspapers, or describe him as a crazy old maniac, but she wouldn't dare to dig out the real secrets while he was still alive.

A scrutiny glance swept over her, causing her to take a deep breath, and her body couldn't help but shudder. The roaring fireplace did not bring her much warmth, and her complicated thoughts were suddenly extinguished.

"You asked me for advice?"

"Frankly, I can't see your remorse... Maybe you're enjoying it?" Felix said softly: "That makes sense, you make a choice and bear all the consequences of that choice. "

"No, that's not it," Rita Skeeter said hastily. "I know you're a powerful influence on some people, like The Last Black... Just a hello—"

"Say hello?" Felix interrupted her. "If I'm not mistaken, you want me to sacrifice my friend's interests to help a—with all due respect, someone who doesn't have much to do with it?"

Skeeter's breath suddenly choked.

"Haw (that's what it is)!" Warren yelled indignantly in his arms.

Rita Skeeter's attitude was lower. She told all her experiences in the past few days and acted. She seemed to be in a state, and the eyes that always lacked empathy on her stiff face were full. tears.

"I regret what happened to you." Felix made a simple response after listening, "But don't say you are innocent, everything is a decision you made in a sober state."

"I know..." Rita Skeeter said slyly. "I brought some 'sincerity.'" She held up her hands and showed him her long, bright red nails, which burst out The "click, click" sound came off her hand.

Ten fingernails like small daggers floated in front of Felix, and Niu Niu wanted to reach out to fish, but he stopped him. He observed for a while through the air, and turned his head calmly.

"I have three suggestions, you can choose to listen, or not, or just one or two. You are smart, Rita, and you need to judge for yourself."

"First, downplay the impact of that book. How much you do depends on how determined you are. But I need to remind you that Dumbledore would not be interested in a dead man's childhood..."

"Second, I'll contact Sirius and say you promised to write a biography of Regulus, who doesn't care about his reputation, but can't tolerate others sully his brother. So, Rita, put your best writing skills to the test. take it out."

"at last……"

Felix's slender fingers swayed slightly, and a ring of ouroboros suddenly appeared, turned into a small snake like black jade, and swooped in front of her with a "swoosh". Before she could react, he swam to her. on bare fingers.

Rita Skeeter stared absently at the ring, and met the tiny green eyes of the moving snake.

"If you have trouble that threatens your life, just rub the ring. Trust me, you'll have time to send a distress message - if those people do it because of your 'offensiveness', they won't let you die easily Lose."

Rita Skeeter let out a breath and looked quite solemn. She bowed her head and took two steps back, and said respectfully, "I can do all three of these, Mr. Hepp." Then she turned back into one. The fat beetle flew out of the castle.

Felix lowered his head in thought, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote a text message:

"Sirius, I know you're bothering about that annoying book, and I was just about to tell you about it.

Rita Skeeter just came to me, this book will not be reprinted, but the thousands of copies that have been released may not be recovered, I arranged for Remus two days ago to buy those stocks on the market, and try to put impact is minimized.

In addition, she also promised to write a biography of Regulus, every word in the biography must be approved by you, and you can ask her to the strictest standard. I believe that you and Kreacher can provide enough detail to make the characters in the book flesh and blood, but I suggest that you hide the name of the Horcrux or delay the publication of this part...

So you'd better not linger on the doorstep of Rita Skeeter, she's already scared, and I don't want to read in the papers at breakfast that you've been sent back to Azkaban.

Also, if you want to go to Hogwarts next year as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, it's best to prepare in advance. I have a friend in the Muggle world who can arrange for you to be a teaching assistant for a while.

If interested, please contact Mr. Zacharyas Clifford at…”

After writing the letter, the fire in the fireplace suddenly turned a bright emerald green, and Felix threw the parchment into the flame, and it spun out of sight.

When he came back to his senses, Warren was staring at the bright red nails in the air, "Oh, that can't be given to you." Felix said, putting away these fingernails that recorded countless secrets.

His positioning for this thing is that maybe it will be used tomorrow when it may never be used.

Then he turned his wand, and a ray of silver light flew out from the tip of the wand. These rays of light were like silver silk, wrapped around Warren's body and gradually turned into a solid body. Warren kept twisting his body, watching in amazement. All this, as if there are countless invisible flower fairies knitting clothes behind it, and finally forming a silver cloak.

"Haw?"

"One of the results of recent research has reshaped the Patronus into a new entity." Felix said with a smile, "You can try."

Warren blinked, looking at the glowing cloak behind him, putting the hood on his head, revealing only half of his pink beak.

"Haw! Haw?"

It found itself floating, and Warren looked at Felix in surprise, who neither drew his wand nor extended his fingers, but smiled at it.

Warren twisted his body, and the silver cloak behind him also swayed, and then it flew towards the side of the office——

"Whoah!"

It didn't take long for Valen to master the cloak behind him - just turn slightly and the cloak could quickly change positions.

Niu Niu had a great time playing, flying around the house, screaming in surprise.

Felix kept pondering in his heart that this magic could only be used by himself, but he had actually mastered a kind of flying magic, but it had some side effects and was generally not used much.

As for the principles and samples of 'flying wings', he has already handed them all over to Lupin.

One more chapter, to be posted later