A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day, Felix woke up yawning.

He hadn't slept well last night. He was lying in bed tossing around in the middle of the night, and suddenly realized a problem: his stall was too big, and many responsibilities that didn't belong to him seemed to fly over and take the initiative, and he couldn't do anything about it. , even inwardly not too resistant.

Since when? Felix pondered this question as he brushed his teeth in the mirror. Some people and some things flashed in his mind. In just over two years, he has experienced a lot.

Felix knew very well in his heart that Dumbledore had never rejected his puzzle-solving behavior, and even took the initiative to tell him a lot of secret information, which Dumbledore may have never disclosed to anyone before.

At least, Felix had tried it, and Severus didn't know the secret of Horcrux at all. The few people who knew it—Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius were all blocked, and even Remus didn’t know the truth.

Why would a wise man who has kept secrets and experienced storms easily tell him this? The only possibility Felix could think of was that Dumbledore wanted to pull himself against Voldemort.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Felix didn't reject this. He thought before joining the job that he was already strong enough, and the only person who could really put pressure on him was Dumbledore, the remnant of Voldemort like the wandering soul. Even if Voldemort is resurrected, Hogwarts is safe enough, after all, Dumbledore is there. And he didn't mind giving a hand while being sheltered, and if he happened to find out Voldemort's strength was such a thing, he would be happy to solve the trouble himself.

But over the past two years, his strength and mentality have undergone tremendous changes. Before joining the job, he relied more on his own talent and used his superb spell level to overwhelm others, but in essence, his strength was not much different from those of elite Aurors. At most, there are a few more ancient magics and sixth-level spells than them, as well as some trump cards... But they also have decades of combat experience than him. Felix thinks that he will faint like a few stun spells. .

Felix reckons that he might be able to defeat Moody in his prime (learned during therapy) one-on-one, but if Moody brings a well-trained team of Aurors, the result is not good-- Of course, he can use immature thinking to speed up the instant kill tactics. He has succeeded in the US territory, but once the trump card fails, the trouble will be big.

And now the situation is completely different. He has perfected the instant kill tactics, tossing and turning freely; the magic of the Thinking House has begun to take shape, and is not afraid of group attacks; the memory magic is at its peak, and it is about to be played by him... The patron saint's flying cloak is not very useful. , at most save the broom; the humanoid iron armor is not afraid of flowing arrows, but it cannot resist powerful spells... In addition, it also hides the bottomless attainments of rune.

Frankly speaking, Felix hardly has any psychological pressure. Even when he knew there was a new landscape above him—"magic creatures," or "legends," let's just say—he seemed calm.

Running can always run away. In the records of the last war, although rare, there were still people who managed to escape from Voldemort's pursuit. Among them were the Longbottom couple, and Felix was invited to visit the Longbottom family during the summer vacation of the third grade, and learned from the two in detail - not only the memory, but also the analytical thinking of the two Aurors.

He came to a conclusion: in terms of escape skills alone, he was much better than the Longbottoms.

Considering the worst possibility, Dumbledore lost to the resurrected Voldemort, and he was also short of fire.

Felix has the patience and the confidence to go further than anyone else on the magic road, but he needs time.

He has always thought well, calm, rational, self-disciplined... in line with his usual requirements for himself, but when Felix took the time to stand on the podium of the ancient Rune classroom and saw a familiar face, He wasn't quite sure either.

'If one day, someone needs to take over Dumbledore's burden and face what he has faced, what should I do? ' Felix pondered the heavy question and glanced across the classroom. His eyes stayed a little in the back row, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised as he said:

"We have two more people in our class today, one is Professor Guslda Marchban from the Wizarding Examination Authority—"

The little wizards clapped their hands enthusiastically, and turned to look at the very small hunchbacked witch in the last row. The witch with so many wrinkles on her face that ants could get lost was waving:

"We've got a lot to talk about! But I think it's the class that matters!" Little March class exclaimed angrily.

Ron clapped his hands and looked back hard: "She's our examiner next year, isn't she, isn't she?"

Harry also stared at Professor Marchban, but he also took a look at the half-bald old man next to her. Although it was not so exaggerated, the old man's figure was indeed similar to that of Uncle Fernon. Especially when he didn't speak and stared at a pair of bull eyes, the two were almost exactly the same.

Harry was terrified of the man jumping up suddenly, his tongue curled up and muttering words that no one could hear, like Uncle Fenon when he was so angry that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Hermione seemed to want to make a good impression, sitting properly, even though her eyes were about to fly into her brows. And beside her, Neville sat blushing, and he had not recovered from the blow before the class-Professor Marcheban was friends with Neville's grandmother, and naturally knew him, and she asked Neville loudly before class. Machiban kept telling Neville to "loud louder!" about his grandmother and his parents, and as a result, her voice got louder and Neville's voice got quieter.

"The other is Mr. Vera, the vice-chairman of the Ancient Rune Association." Felix waited for the applause to subside, and continued, the old man hummed from his nose as a greeting.

This time, the applause was a lot sparser, and the students exchanged suspicious glances with each other——

"What is the Ancient Rune Society?"

"An organization?"

"Why never heard of it?"

"Maybe it's a private club, formed by a group of ancient Rune lovers...similar to the Gobstone Club in the school."

"Is this club still in the school?"

"I can promise, absolutely!"

...

Felix took out the textbook unhurriedly and said happily: "Today we will continue to study, this part of knowledge may appear in the O.W.Ls exam..."