A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day, Felix showed up at the Ministry on time. The elevator, disguised as a red phone box, stopped on the dark floor of the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. "The Ministry wants you to have a good day today," said the indifferent woman's voice in the elevator.

Then the door of the phone booth slammed open, probably because of the Easter holiday, and the resplendent hall was empty and silent. Felix saw the man who was waiting not far away at a glance - Tonks.

She has violet hair, a much softer nose than ever, and disguise Magus... It's amazing, Felix thought, if only I could study it.

But he wouldn't say it out loud.

"Mr. Hepp, I took this job from Kingsley," said Tonks cheerfully, walking towards him and looking him up and down. "That's how you came here?"

"Why not?" Felix asked.

"I thought you'd bring some teaching aids. Remus mentioned to me that you always have a lot of interesting inventions and whimsy."

"I did bring it, and I will take it out when the time is right." Felix smiled and walked with her towards the elevator. "Are you still in touch with Remus?"

"Oh yes," Tonks said, "I like to hang out at Sword Castle when I'm free, when it's open. Remus has given me a lot of advice, and he's been obsessed with knocking me out. Pregnant, but he didn't mean it, did he... We're going to the second floor, and Scrimgeour is waiting."

"Sword Castle?"

"It's the headquarters of 'Future World', it looks like a long sword stuck in Diagon Alley, that's what we call it," Tonks said, fiddling with the elevator buttons as the elevator jerked violently. ,start operation.

Felix suddenly found that he always learned unknown information about his company from other people's mouths. He felt that this feeling was not bad, and it gave him an association with the rapid development of the company and the expanding influence. Tonks on the side brought the topic back to the right track, "I recently saved money for the Emerald Crown, but I've always been extravagant..."

"It's really popular with girls," Felix said understandingly.

"Oh, uh," Tonks, looking flustered, explained hastily, "I'm not trying to wear a princess dress or two, I mean, although it's really pretty...it's available in six styles, and it accepts Customization, don't you think it matches my abilities?" She pointed to her face, and the soft nose bridge quickly became angular, making her face look more delicate and sharp.

"Ding!" The second floor arrived.

Felix pretended to be persuaded, and they came to the Auror's office, which was an open space divided into cubicles, each for an Auror. Although it was a holiday, the seats were still full.

The Aurors talked in twos and threes, and when Tonks led Felix in, they all threw their eyes together. Felix smelled different emotions, curious, admiring, skeptical, scrutinizing, and one or two malicious.

"That's my seat," Tonks said, pointing to a small cubicle with some stickers on the wooden planks. A few documents to be processed and a water glass were scattered on the table. A discount coupon for 'Future World'.

"Thank you for your hard work, Tonks," Kingsley interrupted aloud. "Leave it to me next."

Felix felt like a piece of cargo, transiting briefly in Tonks' hands, before being taken over by a more professional, Kingsley took him to the inside of the open space, where there was a heavy oak The gate, on which hung a gilded wooden plaque bearing Scrimgeour's name and title.

"Hello, Mr. Hepp," said Scrimgeour, standing up in the office. He didn't use the crutches hanging on the shelf, but limped out from behind the solid wood desk, looking a lot more enthusiastic than last time, his lion's mane hair was shaking hands with Felix Shi kept shaking, "The ministry has been discussing you recently, and Gusilda is very optimistic about you."

Felix thought he was talking about re-planning the Ancient Rune lessons, "I hope everything goes well."

"Indeed," said Scrimgeour, "there's a good chance that you'll be selected, and she's very well-timed, and it must be admitted that Gerslda is well-connected, a veteran of Wizengamot, and her recommendation is very good. quantity."

Felix is ​​a little strange, they don't seem to be talking about the same thing. Before he could ask, Scrimgeour had walked out of the office and shouted at the Aurors, who stood up in unison and walked towards the door.

"Let's go to the training room," Scrimgeour told him.

"Training room?" Felix was stunned, then quickly realized that the Aurors couldn't have their own training grounds.

"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the largest department in the Ministry." Scrimgeour laughed. "That's true in many ways, in numbers, venues, and of course expenses." Heading in the direction, after a few aisles, the Muggle Misuse Prevention Department turns a corner ahead, into a dim, shabby hallway.

The corridor seemed to be placed this way on purpose, and Felix smelled traces of magic. After a few minutes of walking, they finally reached the end of the corridor - it seemed to be a dead end. Felix saw a huge wall with a life-size portrait on it. In the frame sat a brown-haired wizard with a scholarly look. He held a thick book in his hand and read it with relish.

"Justus Piliwick, former head of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement, built this training room during his tenure," said Scrimgeour.

Felix glanced at the portrait, "I've seen him, on the Chocolate Frog card." The wizard in the portrait looked at him, took off his hat and bowed slightly, and asked, "What do you think about making and enforcing laws? , which is more important?"

"The latter," Felix said, "the original intention of the law is always good, but the perfect law also needs people to implement and interpret."

"Interpreting the law is an art," agreed the wizard in the portrait, swiveling out of the way to reveal a large black hole.

After walking a dozen steps from the entrance of the cave, the front is suddenly bright and brightly lit. Felix squinted his eyes and glanced across the underground space, which was bigger than the Hogwarts Great Hall. There were nearly a hundred people, far more people than he had seen in the Auror office. Felix estimated that these were There should be a lot of hitters among them.

"There are only thirty-seven people in the profile," he said softly.

"That's right, you only need to think about those people," Scrimgeour said. "The others are just here to see the fun. They might stay for an hour or two and then leave. They have their own tasks."

After introducing Felix to the crowd in the training room and arranging for Kingsley to be his assistant, he left in a hurry.

...

Felix stood silently, his eyes gliding over everyone. He saw quite a few familiar faces, but more were strangers.

At this moment, Kingsley came from a corner of the field, followed by a few human-shaped targets and soft pads, which were found in a row of wooden boxes in the corner.

"Thank you, Shacklebolt." Felix said, he turned his wrist, and the jade-like wand suddenly appeared in his hand, which attracted some eyes, and he spoke calmly.

"If nothing else, I will spend the next two weeks with you."

"I'm going to show you some of the mysteries of the ancient rune, time is limited, I can only pick the part that is most attractive to you, I think you should have read the relevant introduction in the newspaper recently. Yes, it's the ancient magic The part where literature meets modern magic."

"Before the official start-before I make a request to you, I prefer that you see what skills you will master. I think this will help us get along in the future, so that some unpleasant things won't happen..."

He flicked his wand quickly, and a flash of light flashed.

"boom!"

A golden fireball exploded on the human-shaped target, and the viscous flames adhered to the mutilated limbs, making a continuous "crackling" sound. Standing in the front row, Tonks felt the shock wave of the spell pass over her head, a heat wave scorching her hair, and she couldn't help smacking her tongue.

"The 'Flame' rune works with the Fire Spell," Felix explained. "This kind of power can break through the average level of iron armor."

There was a lot of discussion among the people present.

"Besides, the 'flowing' rune is combined with the iron armor spell," Felix waved his wand again, and a magical barrier appeared in front of him. It was a new type of iron armor spell, no longer colorless and transparent. Instead, there is a blue light rippling on the surface, like a flowing blue wave or a bound wind.

"...Longer and more effective than normal spells," Felix said. "Anything you want to try?"

"Anything you'd like to try?" Kingsley stood up when he asked a second time, as an assistant came in handy at this time. "We imitate the state on the battlefield and complete a round of offense and defense. You need to destroy my defense as much as possible."

Kingsley nodded silently, and the crowd spread out, leaving enough space for the two of them.

At this moment, Kingsley suddenly leaned over, pulled out his wand, and chanted the spell. The whole process was completed in one go. Felix took a step to the side and hid behind the blue magic barrier. And passed.

Kingsley strode forward, and the spells flew out quickly. Felix slightly adjusted the direction of the iron armor spell so as not to let the spell fall in the same position. Under everyone's attention, the blue light of the magic barrier jumped violently. Layers of ripples rippled on the surface, and the originally broken and cracked spell was smoothed out by invisible hands.

The bystanders counted silently until the fifth spell slammed into the armored spell head-on, before it flickered and disappeared.

Many people, especially the strikers, stared at the two of them, and quite a few of them struggled to use a complete Iron Armor spell. It's not that they can't be used, but it's difficult to apply them to actual combat, which is related to the law enforcement scenarios they face.

Strikers are like secular police officers, not SWAT officers, facing routine law enforcement tasks. In other words, they were not dealing with terrorists, but with a population of wizards breaking the law, and it was hard for these people to muster up the courage to stand up to the Ministry of Magic.

The number of true dark wizards is rare, and they are generally handed over to Aurors with higher overall quality. After all, the magic world is dominated by peace and order, not chaos and disorder. Strikers have been doing this for years, but recently, for some unknown reason, Scrimgeour persuaded his fellow Magic Law Enforcement Division. The high-ranking Amelia Burns and Pierce Sinkenis put forward higher requirements for batters and Aurors, one of which is to release the passage of batters to be promoted to Aurors.

Aurors are treated far beyond hitters, it's an accepted fact. Many people want to work on this.

"Teach, professor...?" A young voice broke the silence.

Felix looked at the young man and smiled: "Abbot Barker?" His eyes fell on a bearded wizard. If he remembered correctly, Barker mentioned that he had an Auror uncle, And he happened to see an Auror named "David Balk" in the data.

"It's me," said the young Balk, whose school pimples had finally faded, making him look calmer. However, when he spoke, he still exposed his immature side: "I heard that there are many spells deeper than the Iron Armor. Why don't we learn those magics?"

His uncle stared at him, rubbing his thick fingers repeatedly, as if trying to teach his nephew a lesson.

Albert Balk couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Oh, Balk," Felix said softly, "there are many great spells, but greatness means complexity, and complexity means precision and error probability... The most intolerable thing on the battlefield is unnecessary error. .You'll find that avoiding unskilled spells is a consensus, and those who disobey will pay the price."

Albert Balk shyly backed away from the crowd.

Felix continued: "Everyone, I will focus on the most valuable spells next, the Rune Fire Spell and Rune Iron Armor Spell are carefully selected by me, and these two spells will be used as your masters. First choice. Other than that, if some of you are learning fast enough, I wouldn't mind giving additional advice."

"Okay, back to the topic. I had someone hand over a document almost half a month ago. If you have practiced through the rune cards in your spare time, I will be very grateful. Now please have mastered the flame magic. People of Wen and Flowing Rune stand up..."

Tonks took a step forward happily, looking around excitedly. Felix also watched silently. It was difficult for him to test the combat effectiveness of these Aurors one by one, but many things would be reflected in the details, such as the degree of self-discipline, such as execution, just like now, among the more than 20 people who have stood up. , most of them are familiar faces he has seen in the data.

There may be discrepancies in numbers, but that's about all the elite forces that the Ministry of Magic can deploy.

No wonder Scrimgeour was so anxious, Felix thought quietly. Although I don't know the exact number, there were about one or two hundred Death Eaters during the last Wizarding War, and each of them was handpicked by Voldemort, plus followers who had never been marked as Death Eaters, and The dark creatures that Voldemort has drawn have surpassed the Ministry of Magic, which has been peaceful for more than ten years at this moment.

"The Ministry of Magic is still unreliable." Felix's thought flashed through his mind.

(There is only one update of 4.2k words today, and it was posted together. The recent update is really unstable, Lao Han is self-criticism... I will try to explode tomorrow.)

Recommend a friend's book, Qiqian Junjun's novel "The Conquest of Another World".

The introduction is as follows:

In a sudden accident, a tourist bus carrying twenty-eight people crossed unsuspectingly to a certain fairy world.

The years are long, and the other world has passed away in a hurry.

Just when the descendants of this group of traversers were facing a crisis again, a door of light suddenly appeared, reconnecting the two worlds.

All in all, this is the story of an ancient eastern nation exploiting a different world and feeding itself back

This book is a group portrait. It is a relatively rare genre developed by the whole country. If you like it, you can go and read it. The author's professional knowledge reserve is very strong, and it is obvious that a lot of thought has been spent on the evidence.