A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Sniffs are known to have a penchant for all things that sparkle, making them ideal for treasure hunting. This stemmed from their unusually sensitive sense of smell. At this moment, Felix looked at Valen and had a new idea in his heart.

"Crash-"

Felix raised his hand and aimed at the open space of the office. The ring on his hand emitted a strong light. Then, all kinds of debris spewed out like a volcanic eruption, parchment, notebooks, scrolls, potions, letters, and The Christmas gifts of the past few years... There are many, many, filling most of the room.

Sitting in a chair behind Felix, looking at the stunned Warren, Felix explained: "Everyone I know - almost all their stuff is here, the smell of those letters or gifts is preserved. Good...Thank you, Warren, to find this man."

Warren looked at the pile of junk that was taller than himself standing on the table, his body trembled, and in Felix's expectant expression, he stood on tiptoe and turned over a pair of blue wool socks, which were still on them. Embroidered with rough black lightning bolts and silver balls of light—a gift from Dobby to Felix. He quite liked it, but the problem was that the socks were two sizes too small, so they couldn't fit in.

Warren leaned down at the edge of the desk and pulled the drawer upside down. A stack of parchment paper could be seen from Felix's direction. Warren looked back at Felix angrily. Point down hard.

"Haw! (That's it!)"

Felix was stunned. Is his hand too fast? He raised his arm unnaturally, and the stack of parchment flew into his hand. He already knew what it was, but he stared at the parchment carefully for a long time, raised his head and confirmed: "Are you sure? not kidding……"

Warren raised his hips imposingly and nodded heavily.

Felix's eyes fell on the parchment again, which was a paper on the disassembly of the time-turner—he had only read it two days ago, from Hermione Granger.

Hermione... Granger, it was really her.

Felix exhaled lightly, and now that he had determined the target, he didn't have to touch the clues everywhere like a headless fly, but then he frowned. He had emphasized to Hermione the dangers of long-distance time travel more than once, and she was well aware of it, but she did it anyway...

Is it a last resort, or a mistake?

At this time, he just thought, because the core part of the time converter in Hermione's hand came from an evil dark wizard more than 2,000 years ago. Although Felix confirmed with a magical perspective in the underground space of the Egyptian pyramids, the Horcrux statue and altar carrying "Despicable Haierbo" had no traces of magic left, but he knew nothing about "time" .

So when Hermione told him that he was going to replace the hourglass on the altar, he was happy. As long as you do it seriously, no matter whether you succeed or fail, it is a huge gain with many benefits.

He added only one insurance—advising Granger not to use it even if the replacement was successful. Felix thought that was enough, but it was clear that something unexpected happened in the future beyond what he and Hermione expected.

For example, he "died".

It would be more accurate to say that Granger thought he was dead, and given the urgency of the situation, she couldn't confirm the real situation, and it was possible - she was reluctant to confirm. In short, she hastily used the time-turner, and it turned out to be an accident...

Felix thought silently, trying to figure out a reasonable timeline.

But there are still many unexplainable problems.

Warren was used to the occasional motionless situation of the Big Devil, and he sniffed the scent on the postcard, yes, the witch with the tousled hair who liked to hold it, the smell of her everywhere in the office, it had not been before. pay attention to.

Warren looked at the debris piled up on the ground with bright eyes, this is a treasure mountain! It glanced at Felix, knowing that as long as it wasn't disturbed, it would go on for a while. Warren ran two steps, jumped high from the table, like diving, and landed on a pile of colorful socks, his two little hands scratched and quickly disappeared into the pile of debris.

Treasure picking fun!

Varun happily wandered among the dazzling array of items, and the probability of meeting a baby was astonishingly high. He quickly found a few gold Galleons, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile. He was so happy... He stuffed the coins into his pocket, Glancing to the side, he found another thermostatic locket. Warren hesitated for a few seconds, and "resolutely" decided to give up-it already had three lockets in his pocket.

It's not rare.

Warren sniffed lightly, smelling the familiar smell again, also from a stack of rolled up parchment, it saw the words "house-elf" and "investigation" from the scattered corner, thought for a while, Get out of the clutter and put the roll of parchment next to the postcard.

"Haw! (And this!)"

It reminds loudly. Warren was so happy that he was working for the Great Demon King, exchanging labor for reasonable remuneration.

Felix came back to his senses and watched Warren rummaging, sticking his head out from time to time and putting items on the table. He glanced at them, and they were all Hermione's things, papers, gifts, made by himself. At the same time, he also keenly noticed that Warren's belly had become round, and if he read it correctly, half a necklace was exposed in its pocket.

Felix wondered if he could find time to explain the relationship between work content and compensation for Wallen—if the employees in the company knew about Wallen's labor costs, they would definitely cry.

Once again, Warren emerged from the debris. It shakes the black fuzz on its body, holds a card in one hand, and a glass ball-like speculum in the other -- trying to shove it into its pocket, but it seems to be full, and it tries a few times Neither succeeded.

Felix looked at the greedy little guy angrily, beckoned, and Valen flew over uncontrollably. Looking at the dissatisfied eyes of the Great Demon King, Warren realized that he was too excited, he shrank his body, and handed him the speculum in his hand to please him.

Felix continued to stare at it.

Warren blinked, showing an expression of sudden realization, handed him the card in the other hand, and said:

"Haw! (Finally found)!"

Felix looked at Warren with a dark face, do you think I don't know what you're up to? He forgot about the moral education class, right? He was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of the birthday card out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a storm surged in his heart.

The greeting card is from "Ms. Jane", and it was sent along with a huge birthday cake more than two months ago.

Felix's hand trembled uncontrollably. More than ten years ago, to be precise, it was at the opening banquet of his fourth grade that he first received a letter from her. Of the hundreds of abusive letters, only this one encouraged him, and the woman sent several more letters afterward until he graduated.

Felix recalls Nick Lemay's notes, his heart sinks more and more, there is not a single example of surviving long-distance time travel... If Granger is taken back ten years by the time-turner, time's on her How serious should the backlash be?

Can't jump to conclusions, he doesn't know anything about the realm of time. Nick also never experienced time travel, he just collected that information.

"What's the most important thing right now?" Felix asked himself softly, "Yes, that's it."

He stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and the debris on the ground melted into his ring like a stream of water. Warren quickly climbed onto his shoulders and looked down at this spectacular scene. After two minutes, there were only three things left on the ground. thing.

His homemade Marauder's map, the half-finished speculum that Warren had previously held, and—a small glass bottle with a pinch of gray hair.

Felix spread out the map, and the ink lines on it expanded from the center point, and soon showed the whole picture of Hogwarts Castle. The ink footprints have not stopped, extending to the Forbidden Forest, Black Lake and the surrounding mountains. , including the strongholds of four other schools are clearly visible.

Hogwarts Castle occupies only one-tenth of the space of the entire map, and the dense dots and the names on the dots are crowded together, like a squished, wriggling ball of wool, which is scary to the scalp. tingling.

Felix took out his wand and pointed it on the map, while whispering, "Hermione Granger."

The map suddenly changed, and those wriggling lines melted like spring snow and disappeared. There was only one golden name left on the map, Hermione Granger, who was taking her final exam in the Potions classroom.

"Only one name." Felix was a little disappointed.

...

The door to the Potions classroom opened, and the students filed out.

Hermione hurriedly said while packing her schoolbag: "The problem is not difficult, but I'm not sure if I wrote the steps clearly, I should wave my wand before stirring the potion..." Harry and Ron looked very Helpless, when Hermione turned the hallway, she was still reviewing the questions in the Potions class, and Harry couldn't help but say, "Hermione, you are the only one of the three of us who actually took the test, and we don't even know which question you are talking about. ."

"Yeah," Ron said with a smile, in a surprisingly good mood. "I was reading a comic book during the exam. You should have seen the look on Snape's face - oh, sorry, professor." When he turned his head to speak, he bumped his head into Felix.

"I was the one who blocked you," Felix said with a smile, "I guess it's almost time, I have something to do with Professor Snape... By the way, Miss Granger, I'm still a little worried after thinking about it. If you're going to fix that little timer, you'd better tell me in advance—"

"We've fixed it," said Harry.

"Uh, what?"

"It was fixed, just last night," said Harry.

"Wait," Felix stared at Harry, then turned to Hermione, "I remember you saying you won't try to fix it until the third project is over?"

"Oh, um..." Hermione stroked her hair in a panic. "Something happened... I was... in good shape, so... um, finished ahead of schedule." She said hesitantly.

She really didn't want the professor to know that because she was worried about meeting her parents, she made the plan ahead of schedule on a whim.

"Professor, do you need me to show you the time-turner? I put it in the dormitory." Hermione changed the subject, Harry and Ron's hearts lifted. Worry about hearing words like "dangerous" and "confiscation" from the professor's mouth.

"I don't need it for the time being. You can prepare for the third project with peace of mind. I still hope that you can win the trophy." Felix quietly postponed her proposal.

Hermione stared at Felix's disappearing figure in the corner, and asked with some doubts, "Do you think the professor is a little weird?"

"Is there?" Ron asked, and Harry looked at her puzzled.

"That's it—" Hermione opened her mouth and found herself unable to describe how that sense of disobedience came from, "Hey, forget it. Tomorrow is the history of magic exam, are you still going to read idle books in class? ?" There was obvious dissatisfaction in her tone.

"I specifically asked Professor McGonagall, the parents will be here tomorrow morning, Hermione, you're not going to leave them outside to take the exam alone, are you?" Ron asked.

"Can't you?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Actually, I—" She suddenly stopped and looked around.

"What's the matter, is anyone there, Hermione?" Harry asked, feeling a faint strangeness, but noticing anything.

Hermione drew her wand and tapped around a few times, finding nothing.

"Maybe I'm wrong," she said hesitantly.

"It can't be a ghost, right? Hurry up, it's over when Mrs. Norris finds you casting spells in the corridor, it's strange, this cat's movements are getting more and more agile, and Fred and George don't dare to swim at night. Well, they're looking around to find out why..."

Their voices disappeared in the distance, and Felix turned around in front of the Potions classroom before returning to his office, with a few extra long brown hairs in his hands. He took out the half-finished speculum and made a tracing speculum out of Hermione's hair just obtained.

Felix stood in the fireplace and looked at Warren, "I'm going out, I won't be able to come back tonight, don't worry."

"Haw? (Can I go?)"

"Oh, no," Felix whispered, "I don't think so." Emerald flames rose, and he disappeared into the office.

...

For the next few hours, Felix wandered around Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley and the wizarding quarters of England, holding a looking glass and finding nothing.

"How clever, Miss Granger, you hid well."

It was almost dusk, and Felix was sitting by the window of a cafe, with a huge clock tower in sight, which was Big Ben, one of the iconic buildings in London. After drinking coffee, Felix asked the bald clerk at checkout, "Is there a newsstand nearby?"

"Oh, of course, right around the corner..."

Two minutes later—

Standing in front of a newsstand, Felix handed a postcard with a proverb to the young lady. He asked politely, "Hello, do you have a similar postcard here?"

The young lady took the card and looked at it carefully for a while, "I have an impression. A few months ago, a salesman recommended a whole series of postcards with famous quotes, but I had already bought 200 sets of commemorative cards for London attractions, so I didn't stock up... ...do you want a set?"

The lady pointed to the souvenir card on the booth and asked.

"Get me a set." Felix smiled, and the lady's words confirmed his last guess.

Felix handed her a banknote and turned into an alley with a set of commemorative cards for London attractions. The next second, he appeared two streets away. When he came out of an alley again, he was already empty-handed. He looked up, and across the alley was a dentist's office.

Almost three years ago, he bought a wisdom tooth here. Felix smiled. Mr. Granger must have been impressed by him. It is estimated that guests like him are rare.

Felix tapped the second knuckle of his index finger on his forehead. There was no magic glow in the clinic, and he was not surprised. He just looked around and looked far into the distance. The black and white perspective immediately became colorful.

He had met Granger before he joined the job, and he remembered that she had walked over, which seemed to indicate that her home was not far from the clinic...

Felix searched patiently, while whispering to himself: "I personally told her that there are no examples of long-distance time travel, and if she thinks she is doomed to death... In the last part of her life, where will she stay? I Should have thought of it earlier."

Felix stared at an invisible spot of light in his field of vision, and the corners of his mouth twitched. It didn't take much time for him to come to the street where the small townhouses were located. This is the favorite of the middle class and the upstart class - each building is 150-200 square meters, two or three storeys high, with independent small gardens and garages.

Felix cast a disillusionment spell on himself, stopped in front of a house, stared at "Granger" on the house number for a while, and then walked into the restaurant with the "24h" sign in the opposite building. I ordered a few dishes at random and re-examined my plan.

He wasn't going to meet Hermione, at least not until he was able to deal with the side effects of long-distance time travel.

Time travelers are sheltered by time-turners, if only looking back an hour or two, this "protection" is not obvious, but if spanning years, decades, or even centuries, without the energy of time-turners , their fate is absolutely tragic.

The most obvious example is the witch who unfortunately returned to five centuries ago. When she returned to her own time, she became old in an instant. From the golden age to the very old, St. Mungo's tried almost everything. However, the witch's body is like a sieve, and all the means of making up for the vitality are useless.

Felix can only pray that the energy in the flat-headed hourglass from "Despicable Haierbo" is sufficient.

It was getting dark, Felix sat in the corner of the restaurant, his index finger tapped the table rhythmically, the guests who came and went turned a blind eye to him, a circle of ripples spread, his magic and thoughts quickly covered the restaurant, It then continues outward until it covers the opposite house and nearby blocks.

He uses mindhouse magic to replicate and overlap everything around him - much the same way he built the Snowflake Promenade at the Quidditch World Cup. He looked up at the clock on the wall, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

A car stopped opposite, and a middle-aged couple walked down from it. Felix closed his eyes, as if he was standing right in front of the Grangers, who opened the door chatteringly, then pulled into the garage, and the second-floor curtain moved.

Despite the dim light at night, Felix clearly "sees" a hairy head.

After waiting for a few minutes, he was just about to stop the magic when the window on the second floor suddenly opened, and an owl flew out from it. Under the cover of night, no one found its trace. Like a ghost in the night sky, the owl circled twice over the house and flew into the night sky.

Hermione stared at the owl for a few seconds before disappearing behind the curtain. But she didn't realize that after flying for a while, the owl seemed to have lost its way, circling high in the sky, and then flew in one direction uncontrollably. The door of the restaurant opened abruptly, and the owl landed directly in front of Felix. .

"It was sent to me." Felix stared at the envelope and muttered to himself. He opened the letter and found the familiar "Ms. Jane" font on it.

"...probably won't be writing anymore, I'm moving to another place. Read in the paper that you've been coach and safety for two Warriors squads at Hogwarts...it's amazing...I saw the second A video of a project...The Warriors have to deal with a lot of pressure and I suggest you best give them a hug before the game..."

Felix put down the letter and said blankly: "It's a pity that it can't be done as you wish, Miss Granger."

I felt compelled to explain in advance that Hermione didn't go back ten years and stayed still, but there were several time jumps in the middle, so she didn't experience that long.