A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix emerged satisfied from the Potions office, looking out the window into the distance. It was late March, the weather had warmed up quite a bit, and the direction of the Forbidden Forest and the mountains in the distance was finally no longer a bare tan patch.

"It's a pity not to go to Forbidden Forest in such good weather." Felix said to himself, he cast an illusion spell on himself, stretched his body, put on a silver cloak and soared into the sky.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Felix fell, and the silver cloak behind him turned into a spot of light and disappeared. He couldn't help thinking: "Maybe in the future introduction to me, there will be an article about 'Collaborating with Dumbledore to study it. The Twelve Uses of the Patronus Spell'?"

Amused by the idea, he wandered the Forbidden Forest. When you get closer, you will find that although the weather is still cold, many plants have already drilled out of the cold soil, revealing tender shoots.

He also saw a bush of musk orchids.

Felix wandered around several locations in the Forbidden Forest, including the unicorn herd, the hippogriff herd, the Thestrals, and of course the lair of the Octopus. Gok's rule is still stable, especially with the existence of Felix's "accomplice", any eight-eyed giant spider that shows a brutal nature will not end well.

In the evening, Felix cast a spell on the stake he found and turned it into a dog toy for Hagrid's hound, Fang.

Back at the castle, he bumped into Professor Flitwick in the foyer. "Oh, Felix? Minerva was looking for you just now!" he screeched.

"Is there a problem?"

"I don't know... However, she asked me to tell you, go to Dumbledore's office first, and the password is: honey dregs." Flitwick told the information he knew, "It was almost an hour ago. already."

"Okay." Felix shrugged and came to the small tower where the principal's office was located. After reciting the command, the huge stone beast turned away, revealing the automatic spiral staircase behind him.

Felix knocked on the door, the shiny oak door opened automatically, and he entered the office. There were two people in the circular room, Dumbledore sitting behind the desk, and one...

Felix narrowed his eyes, he seemed to see an old lion striding towards him, his tea-brown mane and bushy eyebrows fluttering wildly, his yellow eyes were sharp and compelling, even the strands of gray and The inflexible legs did not reduce the power.

One name came to his mind - Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror's office, the right-hand man of the head of the Law Enforcement Division. But at least on the surface, he hadn't seen Scrimgeour.

So he turned around and looked at Dumbledore beside him, "Headmaster Dumbledore? You came to me for—"

"Oh," Dumbledore recovered from watching the lively state, crossed his slender fingers in front of him, and said with a smile: "According to the appointment of the Ministry of Magic, Felix, you will have three groups of visitors today..." He glanced at the memo on the table, swiped his fingertips on it, and flicked a piece of colored candy paper with his index finger.

"The first one is Professor Machiban from the Wizarding Examination Bureau. She arrived an hour and a half ago, accompanied by Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Society. They are currently walking in the school accompanied by Minerva. "

"It's a pity you didn't meet," he said with a smile, "but don't worry, Professor Marchban told me she was going to live at Hogwarts for a while, and I agreed."

Felix and Scrimgeour glared at him at the same time, and Scrimgeour said impatiently: "Dumbledore! You know I'm busy and I just need an answer... Maybe I should send an assistant, but this one It's a big deal, and I have to confirm it myself."

"Well," said Dumbledore with a little regret, "the second is Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour in front of you. You should have heard his name. He read about Mr. Diggory in the paper. The thesis of the others, he was shocked by the phenomenon that the ancient rune can increase the spell, and it happened that he had a reserve Auror under his command..."

He looked at Scrimgeour, who was silent for two seconds before saying in a low voice, "Abbot Barker."

Felix thought for a while, "I seem to have a bit of an impression of this name. Balck used to be an assistant in the dueling club, but as far as I know, his ancient runes are not very good."

"He only verified the authenticity of some of the information," Scrimgeour said, without a smile on his face, and he seemed to have lost the ability to laugh after dealing with dark wizards for many years. "I saw it later from another young man. The specific effect, it took him less than half an hour to restore the views mentioned in the paper in the newspaper, is very amazing..."

"Which one is it?" Felix interrupted him.

"Flame Rune and Fire Charm," said Scrimgeour bluntly, "and 'Water' and the Water-Making Charm."

Felix smiled. "I guess the young man's last name is Weasley."

"Percy Weasley, he's currently a senior assistant in the Department of International Communications and is accountable to Ludo Bagman and the Minister." Scrimgeour revealed something he didn't know:

Barty Crouch's position has not been taken over yet, and it can only be handed over to Fudge temporarily, and Bagman will also help.

Percy Weasley must have liked this arrangement. Felix thought.

"Let's open the skylight and talk, Mr. Hepp," said Scrimgeour. "I personally admire your magical skills and thank you for calming the riots at the Quidditch World Cup... In light of the current situation, We must plan early...I want to invite you to the Ministry."

"Sorry, I didn't catch it?"

Felix was really surprised. At most, he thought that the Auror head wanted him to help train a group of Aurors or strikers, but he didn't expect that even him would be packaged and poached.

"The situation is not optimistic. The matter of Barty has caused the Ministry--" Scrimgeour stopped abruptly, turned to look at Dumbledore, and exchanged glances with Dumbledore, "Okay." He muttered, " Now that you know a lot, I might as well say a few more words, but this is classified information..."

He limped to the window and looked at the black lake in the distance, but Felix felt that he was watching himself from the corner of his eye. He turned his body slightly and made an expression of listening intently.

"There was a time in the Ministry," said Scrimgeour. "I mean the smart ones, or those who are good at reading words and looking for information... They were horrified by Barty Crouch's behavior that morning, when it was the Working hours...people come and go..."

Felix imagined in his mind that the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic who were meticulously dressed on weekdays suddenly wore tattered clothes and ran to the Ministry of Magic to surrender themselves with messy hair. Anyone who saw them would be shocked.

"...he looked horribly tortured, Fudge panicked, disappointing as always in the face of the unexpected, or it was Ms. Burns who steadied the crowd and led Barty Crouch into the small meeting room. ...a few of us, me, Fudge, Ms. Burns, Hinckness, and a few others...have heard Barty Crouch's testimony...you can imagine how shocked we were!"

Felix didn't answer, he knew almost everything, and even knew that there was another person in the office at the time - Lucius Malfoy. That's right, Lucius himself also has a position in the Ministry of Magic. Although he is only a consultant in name and does not undertake any specific affairs, with this title he can intervene in many things, especially since Fudge came to power, Lu Hughes even donated a large sum of money, which made him an easy guest of the Minister of Magic.

"Fortunately, the news was blocked, in order to avoid causing panic among the public..." Scrimgeour explained to himself, and continued: "But only Fudge is still pretending that Crouch is still under the influence of the spell, accusing him of being full of nonsense. The gibberish, Burns, Sinkness and I are aware of the seriousness of the problem..."

"Mr. Scrimgeour, you're getting further and further off the topic," Felix reminded him kindly.

Scrimgeour glared at him, as if blaming him for interrupting his train of thought, and shook his mane-like hair, "I'm about to say it... no one is stupid enough to ignore the testimony of a high-ranking official, especially It was after the fact that we checked his wife's tomb, and it was horrific, it was empty..."

"Empty?" Felix asked hastily.

"According to Barty, his wife begged him to exchange her for her son before he died...a life for another, with a compound decoction, very smart! A normal person and a dying person walked into Aziz Kaban, and then came out again, and no one knows that people have been ripped off like this." For the first time, Scrimgeour's face showed a complicated expression. More than ten years ago, he was also a supporter of Barty Crouch. member.

Felix suddenly realized that he almost understood how little Crouch disappeared from the public eye and was confirmed to be "dead".

"If this is true, then why don't we believe in other things? Although Fudge still rejects that possibility, whether it is Sinkenis or Ms. Burns, they almost believe it..." He looked towards Deep blue sky, bushy eyebrows furrowed deeply: "A Death Eater rendezvous with his master, secretly plotting to restore power, but since he sent the only trusted Death Eater to Hogwarts Z, that means there is something he desperately needs here..."

"Dumbledore, has the Philosopher's Stone really been destroyed?" asked Scrimgeour suddenly and sharply.

So Felix judged from this sentence that Scrimgeour was not from Dumbledore. Dumbledore said softly: "Of course, this is the result of consultation between me and Nick Lemay and his wife."

Felix also knew about this, and didn't express much surprise, but when Scrimgeour looked at him next, he couldn't understand, "So, you don't have any?"

what not? Felix blinked and suddenly realized that this was Scrimgeour's purpose, Nick Lemay's legacy - some at the Ministry of Magic might think that the reason why Hogwarts has repeatedly attracted Voldemort's attention is the greatest The possibility is that there is something here that can restore his strength.

Like a Philosopher's Stone that wasn't destroyed as promised, or a Philosopher's Stone that was inherited by someone else.

The former is related to Dumbledore, and the latter is naturally related to Felix.

"I didn't inherit the Philosopher's Stone from Nick Lemay." Felix bowed slightly, his attitude cold.

But Scrimgeour's biggest purpose of his trip had been achieved, or rather, he thought he had achieved it. He continued along the predetermined plan and said: "To sum up, we realize that the strength of the Ministry of Magic must be strengthened, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has decided to expand the number of recruits, especially the Auror Office, we urgently need more talents ."

Felix declined Scrimgeour's offer. Although he hinted that Felix would take his place in a few years.

But he didn't turn down the invitation to train Aurors and hitters, which was also the result he wanted. "Just for the Easter break, how about that?" Scrimgeour asked.

"No problem," Felix said. "I need to do some preparation, including the identities of the people I train, their grades in school, and what magic they're good at."

"You should know these are classified, right?" said Scrimgeour sharply at once.

"I know, but I'll know sooner or later..." Felix said happily. "I just try to avoid wasting both parties' time."

Scrimgeour stared at him for a moment with his terrifying yellow eyes, and just when Felix thought he was about to fall asleep, he said in a deep voice, "I'll send someone I trust to send a copy of the information. , you read it on the spot, and destroy it on the spot - excluding confidential files!"

"Then it's settled." Felix held out his hand, and Scrimgeour limped over, his rough big hand clasped with him.

When the tough-minded Auror headed out of the office, Felix sat impolitely on the sofa, "He looks ambitious."

"Well," said Dumbledore slowly, fiddling with the silver ornaments on the table with his slender fingers, "this is obvious, and in a way not a bad thing. He had a foreboding of war, and thought it A chance... but there are actually many people who stand in front of him, Amelia Burns, Pierce Sinkenis... If Barty hadn't been imprisoned in Azkaban, he would count as one, War will make people miss the iron-blooded director."

"You mean he's ambitious and talented?" Felix asked sharply. Scrimgeour didn't look weak, and he was a practical man.

"I'm only afraid that he underestimated the horror of war," Dumbledore murmured: "Yes, he experienced the war more than ten years ago, fighting the Death Eaters personally, but I don't know if it was lucky or unfortunate, he Never met Voldemort face-to-face... They haven't yet realized the crux of the problem: Voldemort comes first, and then there are Death Eaters, and once Voldemort disappears, Death Eaters are like lost beasts with nowhere to go Hide."

"Oh." Felix lowered his head and thought. After a while, he raised his head and asked a question he had always wanted to ask: "Albus, have you really defeated Voldemort?"