A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid," Hermione sighed, "but mom asked me to send me back at least two letters a month, and it's hard for me to make up a good reason, and it's not you guys. divination classwork—"

"Why didn't I know it happened? You never borrowed Harry's Hedwig or my piggy," Ron asked.

"Because I used the school's communal owl—don't interrupt!" Hermione stopped at the door of the lounge, "Well... you know, the two of us aren't as famous as one of Harry's little fingers combined, I easily found the newspaper that only mentioned Harry's name and sent it home."

There was a sudden embarrassment on Harry's face.

Ron glared at her angrily and said, "Thanks for the reminder, your metaphor is great."

"The problem is, I don't know what to do now," Hermione said helplessly. "Maybe apply to Professor McGonagall to cancel—"

"Don't!" said Harry hastily. "You'd better be honest with them, I don't think they want to miss this important moment."

Ron agreed with Harry too. "Think about it, if next year they learn all this from the clerk of the Lihen Bookstore, their daughter is participating in a dangerous game with a very high mortality rate... They will definitely hunt you to the ends of the earth, or at least send them to the ends of the earth. A roaring letter."

"Oh, they won't," said Hermione lightly. "The most they threaten me with is not getting my teeth straightened for the rest of my life."

In the portrait at the door, Violet, who came over as a guest, bit the fat lady's ear, "Do Gryffindors always talk like this?"

"I'm just a portrait," said the fat lady with a shrug.

"Banana fried dough." Hermione's face flushed slightly, "The password is banana fried dough."

"My favorite," said the Fat Lady with a smile, the portrait moved away in front of them, and as they walked in, they could hear the Fat Lady talking to her best friend, "Gryffindor students are good, Except for a bit of a no-nonsense…”

When they entered the lounge, Ron said resentfully, "Is she talking about herself? You should really ask how she sings opera without anyone else, er, better not to ask - she wrote me in too. in the opera."

Harry couldn't help but laugh. The fact that Ron sneaked into classroom 7 trying to get an invitation card for the Prep Warrior was written into her new song by the Fat Lady.

Afterwards, Fred and George commented on the song, and they agreed that the Fat Lady had the problem of literati's habit of exaggerating the facts - if the protagonist was not their brother, they thought it was King Arthur's adventures in his youth.

Sitting in the chair, Hermione turned out the textbook, but she couldn't write a word. Before turning off the lights, she finally made a decision, "You are right, I will write to my family tomorrow."

...

Felix flipped through New Day's newspaper, and today's front page headline was "In Trouble! The Minister of Magic in the Maelstrom of Public Opinion".

"Connelly Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, has been in the whirlpool of public opinion since the bribery scandal broke out at the beginning of the month. It is an open secret that Fudge is involved in multiple pure-blood families, and he has shown off and The personal friendships of those ancient families use their intricate web of connections and influence to secure their power.

Fudge has repeatedly reiterated that he did not use his power for personal gain or accept bribes.

'I did receive some generous donations and they were used for good causes! I can show proof, you have no idea how much effort I put into the Quidditch World Cup and Tournament! ’

But when a reporter asked what he had done to remove the contributions of former Director of International Magical Cooperation Barty Crouch and Director of Sports and Exercise Mr. Ludo Bagman, Minister Fudge avoided it. Don't talk.

Five months after the Dark Mark appeared, the Ministry of Magic had not produced much convincing evidence other than to plaster Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade with the wanted poster of a dead man. This makes us wonder, is our minister really fit to be in that position? Is he half as capable as he boasted?

The reporter interviewed several people at random, and their opinions seemed to represent a certain trend.

Xenophilius Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, claims that our ministers have a secret army made up entirely of Heliopa—supposedly they're a kind of fire elves, fiery behemoths that can bring everything to life Burned to perfection. This army will play an important role at a critical moment, and of course it does not rule out being used to secretly solve competitors;

Professor Gerslda Marchibane, director of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, said that Fudge was like Dumbledore's tail in his first few years in office, 'Of course, once his power was established, he completely fell to the pure blood family. ’

Wizengamore elder Tiberius Ogden did not think highly of Cornelius Fudge either. He prefers to call it 'Lucky Fudge', on the grounds that the most vocal person to take over as Minister for Magic at the time suddenly broke the scandal that his family was a Death Eater. But when combined with Mr. Lovegood's testimony, perhaps Fudge has more than one secret army.

In addition, the imprisonment of the former director of the International Magical Cooperation Department is also extremely suspicious. The reporter found that he was initially sentenced to life imprisonment. No one knows whether this was a blow from a political enemy, but a few days ago Wizengamot secretly arraigned Batty. Crouch, and changed the sentence to three years on charges of using power for personal gain and abusing public power. "

...

"Bullshit!" said Fudge in his office furiously, gritted his teeth as he read out the name: "Lovegood, Marchband, and Ogden, well..."

"Minister," Umbridge said in a greasy tone, narrowing her baggy eyes, "these clowns' words won't shake your position at all, they have no evidence!" she said with a smile, "on the contrary, you can hold them accountable. Responsibility."

"What can I do? Mouths on them—" Fudge looked hesitant.

"Isn't it easy to pick faults, especially Marchban and Ogden, they both work at the Ministry of Magic, as long as we have a little—" Umbridge suddenly shut up, and his broad, toad-like face turned to At the door, he said in a soft voice, "Yaxley? You seem to be a different person after returning from vacation. You should knock on the door first."

"I'm sorry, Minister," Yaxley said, without the slightest expression of apology on his face. "I'm in a hurry to send a document. It's the escort list for the third event of the Tournament, which Scrimgeour and Ms. Burns have signed. , I'll miss you." He slowly stepped forward, put the document in his hand on the table, and looked at the silent two from the corner of his eyes.

He slowly retracted his arms, stood up straight and said, "You know, I happened to hear your conversation."

Fudge's eyes widened.

"I'm your man, Minister," Yaxley said instantly reassuringly.

"You're mine?" repeated Fudge, staring inquiringly across from him as he took out his quill and signed the document without looking at it. "Dolores has a point. You seem to be a different person. You don't usually say such things."

Yaxley shrugged. "The situation is different, Minister. I was neutral, but .

"You're because of Felix Hepp—"

"Not just, Minister," Yaxley said, "not just because of him. It's not a personal feud, it's a confrontation between two different camps - pure blood and non-pure blood, I can smell the air before the final battle, Hep is Acting as a vicious pawn, if nothing is done, maybe we'll all be gone in a few decades." He's become extraordinarily chatty today, looking ready. "As one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, although the Yaxley family has fallen, the heritage of pure-blood has never been wealth, but inherited from the ancient magic contract... To this day, the Yaxley family has every year. To get a dividend, although the amount is small, I can use this contract to walk into the door of any pure-blood family."

"Wait! Gringotts should count as one?" Fudge said slowly. "I've read some documents. When we fought the goblins at their worst, both sides suffered heavy losses. Some families facilitated peace talks, and the goblins also acquired a special status."

Yaxley smiled and said nothing.

"Which families are you standing behind?" Fudge said, he was suddenly interested, because of the previous revelations, one-third of the families who were close to him left him, and without the support of these people, he was insecure feeling reached its peak.

"It doesn't matter," Yaxley said mysteriously, but Fudge didn't dare to underestimate him now. Fudge's mind flashed with family names, especially those who were the most violent towards Muggles, although They suffered heavy losses in the last war, but together they are also a powerful force.

"Who is your target?" Fudge asked.

Yaxley's expression was a little surprised. "Come on," said Fudge impatiently, "don't say you don't have the conditions."

Yaxley smiled.

"Respected Minister Fudge, have you ever played wizard chess?" he whispered, "the most annoying piece on the board is the pawn who touches the opponent's bottom line and becomes a knight, a bishop, a castle, and even... a rampaging queen. ."

"No!" cried Fudge. "You don't know how aggressive he is, and Dumbledore will keep him—"

"Then use the most legitimate reasons," said Yaxley, looking at Fudge, "Minister, don't forget, you represent the order of the entire British wizarding world, and if the reasons are sufficient, even Dumbledore will will work for you."

"Justified reason." Fudge mused, handing him the signed document.

...

"You still have to find a good reason to oust Fudge." Felix sighed and put away the newspaper. He knew very well that his previous actions would only disgust Fudge at best, making his public evaluation lower, and at the same time, Future World could also take the opportunity to get out of trouble.

But if you want to bring Fudge down in a short time, unless Voldemort is standing at the door of the Department of Magic and throwing a party. Or he kills the door.

If such a thing were to happen, Dumbledore would definitely be the first not to agree. Everything he has now will be in vain, the professorship, the Merlin Medal, the Wizengamore membership, the Future World company, and these people he knows...

"Is there any way to do it once and for all?" Felix pondered, he and Fudge were surprisingly consistent in their thoughts, and they were afraid that they would suffer if they failed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Felix said, and the door opened to reveal a hairy head.

"Hi Professor," Hermione flashed in.

"Do you want to borrow Mr. Nick Lemay's information on the time-turner?" Felix asked with interest after listening to Hermione's explanation, "Why?"

"Oh, uh—" Hermione looked at him hesitantly.

Felix smiled and let a few trays of fruit preserves fly out of the cabinet in the distance and land on the small table, "Have you made up a reason?"

Hermione sat down on the sofa in frustration.

"That's it, the Christmas present that Warren gave me - that broken time-turner, maybe... probably... It may be repaired, I want to try it out."

Felix looked at her in surprise.

"So, you have found alternative time energy?"

"Time energy? What is that?" Hermione's eyes widened, and her heart was filled with excitement. Sure enough, every time she came to teach here, she would gain something new, and she heard a new vocabulary.

"I named it myself," Felix said. "Well, to be precise, I was inspired by Mr. Nick Lemay's notes." He recited:

"There is a unique energy in the time-turner, hidden in every gravel of the hourglass, the most delicate container in themselves. This is the conclusion of 'I' after repeated disassembly and attempt to repair. Regrettably Yes, I have no way of verifying it, maybe there will be an answer to the question in the Department of Mysteries at the British Ministry of Magic..."

"Wait! The Department of Mysteries?" said Hermione in surprise. "I've heard that name before. In the... Quidditch World Cup camp, Mr. Weasley mentioned the mute who worked there."

Felix nodded approvingly.

"So time energy is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure, Miss Granger," Felix said. "The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious department in the entire Ministry of Magic, and it took Mr. Nick Lemay a lot of time—probably longer than a normal human life— — to explore the secrets of time. But he is missing the most crucial thing, and that is time itself.”

Hermione felt a sense of solemnity surround her, her voice involuntarily softening, "I've tried time travel many times, in third grade."

"The longest look-back time without serious damage to the traveler and time itself is five hours, requiring the use of a spell known as the 'Hour Reversal Charm', information obtained by Mr Nick Lemay. But neither he nor I have serious doubts about this statement, because it means a stable technology for making time-turners. And a lot of facts prove that the total number of time-turners is getting smaller and smaller..."

"Then why are they-"

"To students?" Felix asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded slightly.

"I guess it's probably not very useful, and they also need the data from the students to use the Time Transformer for minimal research." He stood up, walked into the back room, and came out after a while. Felix held a magic code in his hand, "These are some cases that Nick collected. Those who delusionally change time will get backlash. Once the energy that protects you disappears, the results are often not wonderful."

"Heloise Mintab used a time-turner to go back five centuries in her day, and something went horribly wrong. It wasn't until the time-turner was exhausted that she was ejected by time. Her body suffered from He suffered serious injuries and died not long after in St Mungo's. This was not the first trial conducted by the Ministry of Magic, but it was the last and all trials have been terminated since then."

"She's from the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked sharply.

"The Silent One, I guess so," Felix said. "In addition to her own effects, the disorder of time has spread to the outside world, and she has seriously changed the trajectory of some people's lives, turning them into people who were never born. Man. And - in the days that followed she was ejected, the time scale was also disturbed: the first Tuesday lasted two and a half days, while Thursday was only four hours... The Ministry of Magic had to use a history Asteroids that never existed in the world deceived the world, and paid a huge price for it."

Hermione looked surprised. "I read from the book that a rare celestial phenomenon occurred at the end of the 19th century, which not only caused the extreme day and the subsequent heavy rain, but also caused a large number of people to have confusion in their sense of time and malfunction of instruments in a short period of time..."

Felix shrugged, "Fortunately, technology was not developed in that era, and the rain was continuous... I suspect that even that rain was caused by the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione felt that some of her ideas had been turned upside down.

"So, why do you think it's possible for you to fix the time-turner?"

"Harry has an hourglass in his hand from Warren, the altar of the horcrux from the vile Hellbo..."

"Warren?"

At this time, Warren came out of the bedroom and heard someone call it, he couldn't help but raised his head in doubt, "Huh?"

On the arrangement of time-turners and time-magic: Any work that involves time is often a bunch of bugs, which Rowling eventually downplayed when she wrote the book.

This book is briefly expanded because it involves prophecy and an important plot. There will be no modification history, and the restrictions will be very strict.

Felix himself will not travel in time, which can be understood as a special prop for this plot.