A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor lounge. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were having a lively discussion about possible spells for the third project, while the other students were busy with their holiday homework.

"The details of the third project won't be known in about a month, but we can't wait until then to get started," Hermione told them, and Harry noticed that she was pulling out her little book again, he remembered It's filled with inspiration and information Hermione has prepared for her second project.

Hermione, noticing Harry's gaze, explained, "There are spells that are useful, but we didn't have time to learn them at the time, and now they come in handy."

"What?" Ron asked with interest. "I think what I have at the moment is enough."

"No, it's not enough," Hermione said solemnly. "For example, in the 32nd Tournament, the warriors were asked to find an invisible beast based on a crude map."

"It doesn't sound dangerous," Ron said. "The Invisible Beast isn't very aggressive."

"Oh, the danger is not from the invisible beast, but from other creatures in the mountain, not to mention that in the end, the warriors explored the mountain for six weeks and found nothing, and the judges had to declare them all lost." Hermione said.

"Six weeks? In the wild?" Ron shrugged.

"You can imagine how bad the Warriors are," Hermione said briefly. "They took longer on average to cultivate..."

Ron's body shook visibly.

"We really should be prepared," said Ron with a serious face. "Any good advice to avoid getting lost?"

"Wild survival skills, Professor Belby has talked about these knowledge; how to deal with common dangerous creatures in the wild, Professor Lupin has talked about this part... There are also amplification spells, warning spells, directional spells... I think sharp blades Not bad, for clearing bushes, setting up makeshift tents... I said, Ron, how's your Apparition going?"

"What?" Ron was taken aback and gulped nervously.

"Don't look at me like that, you haven't practiced since the end of last school year?" Hermione asked, staring at his face.

"Oh, uh," Ron stammered, "I did it twice, remember?"

"That was last year, if you haven't practiced since then..." Hermione looked at him sternly.

"What about you?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"I would have done it a long time ago," said Hermione. "Of course, not as good as Harry's..."

Ron looked at her dejectedly. "So, I have one more task than you? Harry, I need your help, Harry?"

Harry looked up from the book Famous Wizards and Their Patronus with a sleepy expression.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron asked curiously.

"The professor told me to find time to practice the Patronus Charm," Harry said with a yawn.

"The Patronus Charm? Why?"

Harry shrugged. "The professor said that this magic has a lot of potential to be tapped."

...

After about a week, the number of people in the Ministry of Magic gradually increased, and the staff returned one after another and officially went to work.

Felix's special training is also on the right track. The Aurors and strikers who are the most advanced have begun to try to integrate the flame rune and the fire curse. At this point, the difficulty has become the control of magic power and both. The time has come to merge, which is not difficult for the elite of the Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley and Dawlish were the first to succeed. For them, the power of a single spell might not matter, but they were dealing with a whole magic system.

Everyone took this rare opportunity seriously, and Felix quietly spread his influence over one of the most important forces at the Ministry of Magic.

He looked back on his experience over the past few days, and there was no conflict with Scrimgeour's lunch. Scrimgeour didn't even mention Yaxley, he just took out a letter of appointment for a consultant at the Ministry of Magic.

"Honorary advisor? What's the use?" Felix flipped through the contents and asked, he didn't find anything like a magic contract.

"An extra income and the right to advise and oversee certain things," Scrimgeour said seductively. "If you're going to go into politics, that's an important qualification."

Felix shrugged and took it.

One afternoon, Felix once again explained the meaning of the 'flowing' rune to everyone. Professor Marchban found him and asked him to participate in a meeting.

When Felix walked into the conference room on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, it was already full of people. These men wear fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left front chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, others with unabashed curiosity.

His eyes flicked across the wizards, and his eyes stopped for a moment on Dumbledore's half-moon glasses and the dark yellow-green bowler hat on Fudge's desk.

Wizengamore... Felix had a faint guess. He walked to the vacant seat next to Professor Marchban, lowered his head and whispered, "What do you need me to do?"

"No need to do anything!" Professor Marchban exclaimed, looking across. "Dumbledore, can we begin?"

"Of course," said Dumbledore cheerfully, and Fudge looked very disturbed, and he took up a striped handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore opened a document on the table, cleared his throat, and said aloud: "As Chief Wizard of Wizengamore, I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Lido, convene all the wizards of Wizengamot to discuss and decide on the proposal of Guslda Marcheban, to decide whether or not to accept Felix Hepp as one of us."

The wizards present were talking.

Felix smiled slightly, leaned back in his chair, and waited quietly. After a few minutes, the discussion gradually subsided, and Dumbledore spoke again, "Please state the reasons for the sponsor of the proposal."

The little Professor Marchban stood up, straightened her somewhat hunchbacked body, and said loudly: "Every one of you has a document in front of you, so I will only focus on the fact that Felix Hepp has many fields Made a great contribution and he deserves to be one of us!"

"After Felix Hepp took over as Professor of Ancient Rune at Hogwarts, he has demonstrated high teaching and academic standards for two consecutive years. You can look at the transcript, on pages 15 and 16-"

There was a rustling sound in the conference room, and then there were several suppressed exclamations from the crowd.

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" Professor Marchban said, "Just before, I went to the school with Hyderstrand Villa, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Society, to investigate. I can guarantee that the above-mentioned Not a single word of information is false!"

"We're sure you won't exaggerate in this matter, Professor Marchban," said Amelia Burns, who was seated next to Fudge, her monocle and her voice loud and deep. She reassured Professor Marchban, then looked at Felix with inquiring eyes.

"Then I will continue - Felix Hepp has achieved remarkable results in the field of memory therapy, and the solution he has developed has become the most effective means of treating memory damage in St. Mungo's, and many patients who were judged by therapists to be incurable have recovered. Health. Ms. Dorothea Boham can testify—"

"Cough!" A voice came from the corner, and Dorothea Boham, the former dean of St. Mungo's, said solemnly: "I can testify that, in fact, the data on the patients in the document was provided by me. "

There was another sound of flipping documents. This time, no one raised any objections. Felix won the Merlin Medal for this contribution. Everyone knew about it, they just wanted to see more details.

The meeting continues -

"Felix Heppe quelled the riots at the Quidditch World Cup and saved the Ministry of Magic's reputation," Professor Marchban said aloud, the echoes around him getting louder, and Fudge muttered ugly.

Professor Marchban exclaimed: "I didn't see any commendation after the fact, and it totally deserves a Merlin Medal."

Fudge wiped his sweat and had to explain: "Uh, I think... at that time, we were busy investigating and collecting evidence, and the Ministry shut up hundreds of troubled wizards, most of them from abroad, and we must be careful... Otherwise, it will be easy. lead to international disputes..."

Professor Marchban snorted loudly.

"Also - the center of recent public opinion, you must not be unfamiliar. Felix Happ has shown the new value of ancient Rune. We have reason to believe that his contribution is comparable to creating a new magic system!"

"Guslda... this matter needs to be discussed," Fudge said, fumbling with the document in his hand uneasily. "Of course, I don't disagree... It's just too early, it will take a few more years of observation..."

Maggie Banli ignored him. She closed the document in her hand and looked around, "I think this is enough. Now I only have one question, what reason do we have to refuse such a person to join Wizengamot?" ?"

The meeting room became quieter, and they looked around as if waiting for others to comment.

At this time, Amelia Burns looked up from the document, "I have a few questions to ask Mr. Felix Heap, just out of curiosity... It has little to do with the theme of this meeting, no Influenced me to allow him to enter Wizengamot."

"Ms. Burns, I'm sitting here taking questions," Felix said.

"I heard -- Patronus is one of your best spells? You've defeated hundreds of Dementors?"

The surrounding wizards began to whisper, and many people showed expressions of admiration.

"That's right."

"You've also mastered some kind of dementor-killing magic? Ancient magic?"

"Well, you can think so." Felix nodded slightly, at least the scaling spell was ancient magic.

"Then did you know they were employees of the Ministry of Magic?" Amelia Burns looked at him sternly.

"Yes, I also know that they've gotten out of control more than once," Felix said quietly. "Not counting the two at Hogwarts, even Azkaban has had similar vicious incidents." He was quoted as saying There was a loud discussion.

"Is it true?" someone asked in a low voice.

"That's true," agreed Ms. Burns. "I've always been against dementors guarding wizarding prisons. It's like—"

"Cough cough!" Fudge coughed violently, "Gentlemen and ladies, we digress, the choice of Dementors as wizarding prison guards has been going on for hundreds of years, and for the most part, they are brilliant After completing the task, it is understandable that there are occasional mistakes.”

"Excellent? Excellent!?"

Professor Marchban stared at Fudge, as if eager to quarrel with him.

Dumbledore asked in a timely manner: "Anyone else have questions before the formal vote?"

"I have a question." A wizard raised his hand, and he asked with a smile, "I'll ask my granddaughter, when will the Emerald Crown of 'Future World' be on sale?"

Many people laughed lowly.

At this time, Fudge gestured to a witch with his eyes, and Dolores Umbridge complained inwardly. She hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't give up the temptation to return to the center of power.

"That's right," she said in a whimpering voice, and several people around frowned immediately, "I am full of admiration for Mr. Hepp's act of founding the 'Future World' company, which, as we all know, has become an integral part of the entire British wizarding world. The largest company, there are probably—" She glanced quickly at the parchment on the table, "One hundred and forty-seven people?"

"You know better than the boss of my company. It's really hard for you." Felix said calmly, causing Umbridge to shiver.

There was a sweet smile on her face. "I'm curious...why are you hiring so many people? As far as I know, this company is still hiring, and at this rate, in about two or three years, Future World will have more people than the Ministry of Magic. now..."

"Well," Felix said calmly, "because it hasn't lived up to my expectations."

"Expectations? With all due respect, did you expect more than the Ministry of Magic?"

"I don't care about that," Felix said. "You may forget, Umbridge, that Future World is not the biggest company in the UK."

"Excuse me? I can't think of anything else—"

"Gringotts." Felix spit out a name, and the expression on Umbridge's face was like being forced to swallow a fly.

The wizard in the conference room softened.

"My positioning of 'Future World' is a multinational company, and the company's blueprint has never been limited to one or two countries, but has spread to every wizarding place in the world." Felix said, "In what you can't see Locally, all employees of the company are working towards a common goal.”

"This common goal is...?" Umbridge held his breath.

"It was printed on the 'Future World' company's flyer," Felix said slowly. "It seems that you didn't do your homework carefully enough."

Umbridge stopped talking.

"Then, let's raise our hands to vote." Dumbledore said, looking around. After speaking, he was the first to raise his hand.

A few minutes later, the proposal for Felix to enter Wizengamot was passed unanimously.

"Very well," said Dumbledore cheerfully, "then take the new members of Wizengamore and take a seat, and we shall proceed to the second question, which I shall propose—"

Fudge's face suddenly trembled, not with fear but with anger, and he stared at Dumbledore, his fat, thick fingers twisted.

Dumbledore didn't seem to see it, and he calmly stated his issue: "About the return of Voldemort and the impending outbreak of the Second Wizarding War."

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