A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The night fell, and the 24-hour restaurant was extraordinarily silent. The waiter was dozing off on the chair behind the bar, and the hands of the clock on the gray wall had already pointed to ten o'clock.

Hermione sat on the head of the bed and looked at the bright and clear night sky through the window. She estimated the time in her heart. Around noon tomorrow, the owl will deliver the letter, right? This unexpected time travel will also come to an end tomorrow.

She looked down at the time-turner strapped to her neck. The dark golden sand had turned pale, with only an occasional faint glimmer of light, which Hermione remembered very well. This phenomenon had been going on for some time.

After a while, she took out a black book from under the pillow and completed today's record:

"Day 72 of time travel, day 7 of the current time point: The closer to normal time, the closer the senses are to reality, so much better than wandering aimlessly like a ghost in the beginning... It feels bad to be abandoned by the whole world , the time changer kept flashing, unable to touch anything, if it wasn't for some food prepared in the beaded bag, it would not have survived the initial period of time... Today there are two more cracks on the time changer, the reason is unknown …”

Hermione stopped, stared at the text for a moment, and put the book on the bedside table. She slipped out of the door quietly, and at the moment when the door closed, the black book flipped over with a "crashing", and an illusory image muttered to herself, "The third item, the trophy, the door key, and the root of everything... It turned out to be You, little Crouch."

On the other side, Hermione cast a disillusionment spell on herself. She stood at the landing of the second floor, staring at the couple in the living room, who were sitting on the sofa, watching TV and chatting--

"When I see Hermione tomorrow, I must ask her carefully. What does she call help? Did she help out on the field?" Mr. Granger said angrily.

"She's got ideas since she was a little girl, and you call her smart--" said Mrs. Granger, looking at him.

"Use your cleverness to lie to your parents?" Mr. Granger looked angrily. "You don't know what a wizard said when I dared to ask about the tournament! Because the death rate is too high, So it stopped for hundreds of years. Listen to this!"

"Hermione's letter said that the security measures for this year are in place... and it's the last project. I saw that there are security officers in the video?" Mrs. Granger advised, "Why don't we ask about the third project tomorrow? What is it, if it's too dangerous, discuss it with the school..." She pursed her lips and couldn't stop her anger, "This little girl is too much. After the game is over, let's educate her together!"

They chatted for a long time, turned off the TV, got up and went upstairs. Hermione passed them around the corner, she reached out her hand, caught nothing but air, and in the speechless silence, her arm slowly dropped.

24h open restaurant.

The silver light in Felix's eyes gradually subsided, and after a moment of silence, he took out two glass bottles, one large and one small. The big one contained a viscous liquid like mud that was slowly bubbling up, and the small one contained a clump of gray hair.

It's Polyjuice and Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge's hair. Felix had a small smile on his face, and the origin of his hair was dramatic. Two years ago, when Fudge visited the basilisk corpse, he was accidentally poisoned and was taken to the school hospital for treatment.

He took the opportunity to take a pinch.

The intentional move at the time saved him a lot of trouble.

Felix unscrewed the cork and put the gray hair into the large glass bottle. The decoction in it immediately boiled, and the next second it turned into an unsightly blue-gray, like a bottle of boiling cement.

"Clerk, settle the bill." Felix shouted, and put the compound decoction into his cuff.

When he walked out of the restaurant, it was half past ten.

The night in London was frighteningly silent, but there was no lack of noise. Felix was walking on the street alone. The sound of his footsteps echoed under the dark curtain. His figure flashed several times and appeared in a dilapidated red telephone booth. forward.

He opened the door of the phone booth and walked in, skillfully dialing the number 62442, and an indifferent woman's voice rang out from the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Connelly Fudge, the Minister of Magic, let the guards confirm my identity." Felix said calmly, his body has been transformed into a short man with unkempt gray hair under the influence of the compound decoction, and his body is thick. , Potbellied.

He waited for a few seconds, and a voice of a wizard who was obviously more angry appeared, his tone was unabashed surprise: "Minister Fudge? It's really you, what's the matter with you coming so late?"

"That's not something you can know," Felix said in a deep voice.

"Oh, sure...but why don't you use your own fireplace?"

"I was a guest at a friend's house nearby, and I suddenly thought that there was an urgent matter that needed to be handled. Do I need to make a formalities tomorrow?" His voice became severe.

"No, I'll let you in..." the voice said terrified.

The phone booth began to descend slowly, and the sidewalk outside gradually rose to cover the windows. After a period of darkness, Felix regained his vision. He calmly observed the surroundings. The light in the main hall was much darker than the previous times he came. There was no fire in the fireplace on the wall, and the statue in the distance stood silently in the pool in pitch black, making no sound except the water flowing in the fountain.

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps approached from a distance. Felix looked past the statue and looked at the wizard running from the security checkpoint.

Coincidentally, he happened to know this man.

"Eric Munch," Felix said.

"It's me, Mr. Minister." Eric Munch said with a smile, very honored.

"I'm glad you didn't sleep on the chair." Felix looked at him with a scrutiny.

"How - of course I won't - do my duty -" Eric stammered, blushing.

"Go back to your seat, Mr. Munch! I'll leave the fireplace when I'm done," Felix said.

"I see, Mr. Minister." Eric didn't dare to breathe.

Felix nodded at him, took a few steps, and stopped again. "By the way, is there anyone in the ministry who hasn't left yet?"

"I-I'm not sure... Mr. Minister," Eric looked at him cautiously, "I'm guessing Ms. Burns, Ms. Marchban and Mr. Ogden are... and those weirdos from the Department of Mysteries. , uh, I mean, the mute people, I've never been able to figure out their whereabouts."

"It's so late—" Felix said halfway through, frowning and looking at the opposite side, he knew Eric would give the answer.

Sure enough, Eric's words were more respectful and humble. "Ms. Marcheban and Mr. Ogden are working overtime on the wizarding exam papers. They are very busy at this time of year. As for Ms. Burns," he raised his eyelids and glanced at Felix, "you were transferred earlier. We have a group of Aurors, as the guards of the third project, there are not enough people there."

Felix was silent for a moment and snorted, "I see."

He turned and walked into the elevator, pressed the button for the ninth floor, and the fence slammed shut. The elevator made a harsh click, Felix exhaled slowly inside, and the first step went smoothly. When the elevator came to a stop, an indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." Then the fence opened, and Felix walked steadily out.

Passing a dimly lit hallway, he stopped in front of a black door, the flickering firelight on his face, making his expression uncertain. From the magical perspective, he saw a large piece of magical brilliance, almost blinding his eyes.

Just when he was hesitating whether to break the door violently, the door suddenly opened from the inside. A middle-aged wizard looked at him in surprise, stunned for a few seconds, and he said stiffly, "Mr. Minister? How do you..." As he spoke, he quietly reached out to his pocket, and the next second, a The Confusion Charm hit him.

"your name?"

"Saul Crocker," said the wizard dazedly.

"Can you be my guide today?" Felix asked politely.

"Minister, Mr. Minister, this is a violation—" The wizard suddenly covered his head with a painful expression on his face.

"Okay, another question, is there anyone else in there?" Felix didn't force the wizard to continue answering, he was afraid of triggering the secrecy contract on the silent man.

"Bord is still inside, in the Hall of Prophecy." The wizard returned to calm and replied.

"thanks."

Immediately, a red light hit the wizard, and Sol Crocker, the silent man, slowly fell to the ground. Felix flashed in from the door, and the black door closed behind him. Felix took out an echo bird, a small one. The bird shook its fiery red feathers and bounced in his hands.

"Stay here, if an outsider appears or this gentleman wakes up unexpectedly, notify me in time." Felix ordered softly.

The slap-sized bird nodded at him, jumped onto the wizard on the ground, and got into his pocket.

At this time, Felix had time to look around, and he found himself standing in a huge ring room, everything from the floor to the wall was black, and some candles with blue flames dotted the wall. , providing dim lighting.

There are no windows here, only the walls are neatly inlaid with black doors, exactly the same as the ones behind him, a total of twelve.

"Where is the Hall of Prophecy?" Felix said to himself, he wanted to solve the "Bord" in the wizard's mouth first, but he really couldn't see any difference. After hesitating for a few seconds, he pushed open a black door.

Inside the door was a deep pit that was sunken downward. On the stone platform in the center of the pit stood an ancient archway. On the archway was a pair of tattered black drapery. It was automatic without wind.

There seemed to be people behind the veil... people he knew, as if he would see them when he lifted the veil. Felix turned around the arch, there was nothing behind it, and then he heard a murmur, a very unique voice.

It seemed to be the voice of a young child, Felix's expression was dazed, thinking of his memories of the orphanage. But he may have heard it wrong, because the owner of the voice at this time became a woman, she whispered softly, and Felix took a step closer, trying to hear more clearly.

The voice got closer, the murmur became clear and audible, it must be a very gentle woman. Felix thought.

"It's a pity it's fake."

Occlumency worked spontaneously. He stared at the black curtain for a while, and slowly exited the room. The moment he closed the door, a deafening rumbling sounded immediately, and the walls began to spin rapidly. He quickly drew his wand and left an arched bridge sign on the door, and when the wall stopped, he glanced at his mark and walked towards the door beside it.

The second room was empty. Except for a table by the wall, there was only a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid in the center of the room. Some translucent brains were floating in it. Felix looked at it. Leave quickly.

The third room was a dark room full of planets, and Felix stood at the door and looked at it before running to the other rooms.

Immediately afterwards, he came to an extraordinarily tall room with a ceiling almost as high as a church. There were rows of tall shelves inserted straight into the ceiling. These shelves were filled with dusty prophecy spheres, large and small prophecy spheres. A faint silver light flickered. Felix pondered, the Hall of Prophecy... so, Bordeaux is here.

"Sol? Is that you?" a voice asked from a distance.

Felix was silent, approaching silently—"Saul?" The voice raised its volume visibly, a wand gleamed suddenly in the dimly lit room, and a disheveled, scowling man walked from behind the shelf When he saw Felix, he was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Minister?"

"Sorry." The red light flashed, and Bode leaned weakly against the shelf. Felix took his time to transport the comatose wizard in the foyer here, to be with his colleagues, while the Echo Bird hid in the shadow of the chandelier above the foyer.

When he walked out of the Hall of Prediction, his eyes took a moment, and a strange feeling of intimacy came to his heart. It seemed that there was something closely related to him here... Felix closed his eyes and walked by feeling to a shelf.

He opened his eyes, and at the level of his eyes, there was a silver shiny glass ball. It's brighter than the orbs around it, and, obviously, much less dusty. As he approached, the rhythm of the glass ball flickered significantly faster, as if to welcome him.

Felix saw a two-year-old date on the label, followed by a string of characters: S.P.T.to H.J.P. (to be verified). After preparing for protection, he stretched out his hand and took the prophecy ball off the shelf, but was surprised to find that it was not blocked by anything.

Felix glared at it, the touch of the Prophecy Ball was out of tune with the cold room, it was warm, bright, and holding it was like standing in the sun for hours of sunbathing. At the same time, a hoarse voice appeared in my mind——

"A change that has not been seen in a thousand years... A legendary drama is staged... Ho-ho - the clown returns to the beat of the drum, the warrior is ready to go, the lion is old, the firebird is nirvana... Time! Time!"

Felix couldn't help clenching the prophecy ball and listened again.

"Clowns, warriors, lions, firebirds...what do they all mean?" He didn't spend much time thinking about it, time was running out, almost twenty minutes had passed since he appeared at the Ministry of Magic, and he strode out of here , outline a circle on the black door.

When the ring-shaped wall stopped turning again, Felix went straight to the next room, and the moment he opened the door, he realized that he had finally found the right place - in a noisy tick of hundreds of voices In the beautiful, dazzling, jumping light like a diamond in the sun, he saw all kinds of clocks, alarm clocks, clocks, travel timepieces, grandfather clocks, and ancient sundial-like things...they Either hung on the wall, or placed on the floor, or placed on long tables and bookshelves.

On a closet with a glass front door, the wall where the closet sits is filled with assorted hourglasses.

Felix, who had always been calm, had an excited expression on his face. These were the hourglasses he used on the time-turner, and—his eyes flicked across the folders on the bookshelf, the drawers under the long table, and landed at the end of the room. A towering bell-shaped crystal glass cover.

Unlike other rooms, the crystal glass cover was the only light source in this room. The diamond-like jumping light Felix had seen before came from it, and the glass cover was filled with a churning, sparkling airflow.

That is time energy.

"Time...time..." Felix said softly, and he understood why the prophecy ball was particularly attractive to him, "because I am also part of the prophecy." He closed his eyes, "Then who am I? The lion and the firebird are impossible, the rest - the clown? or the warrior? , burning burning, filling the entire eye socket.

The dark floor was covered with silver light, and everything was as if the scene from earlier was reproduced. Felix pulled the Thinking Cabin out of his mind, but this time he tried his best. One after another phantoms came out of Felix's body. They were part of Felix's mind and the pinnacle of memory magic. These "people" spread out, and pulled out documents from bookshelves and drawers. Sit or stand and study carefully.

Felix himself stared at the bell-shaped crystal glass, and soon, the first phantom put the folder back on the bookshelf and walked over to merge with him. Felix's body suddenly froze, and after two minutes, he finally digested the knowledge.

But then, the second and third phantoms returned, this time Felix froze for five minutes, during this time he was like a stone and clay sculpture. Felix sighed, and resignedly took out the Ravenclaw tiara that had not been used for a long time from the ring, and said to himself, "Should I say, thanks to Valen for leaving this for me?" He put on the tiara, A cool feeling spreads all over the body.

More phantoms came over...

In the early morning, Felix held a floating hourglass in his hand, and the crystal glass cover in front of him was also opened, and strands of airflow were injected into the hourglass—this was the harvest of his all-out efforts all night, only stepping into the realm of time , but even this trivial step was enough for him to crack the secret of how to replenish the energy of the hourglass.

He also rummaged through the records of the Ministry of Magic's experiments on time travel - more detailed information than Nick Lemay had collected, many of which were even described by the time traveler himself. For example, it is very useful to go back to the experience of Heloise Mintab five centuries ago. Her self-report occupies twelve pieces of parchment, and the analysis and speculation surrounding these twelve pieces of parchment fill up Thirty drawers.

...

When Felix stopped, the hourglass that was floating in the air fell on his hand, and the fine white sand in the hourglass was coated with a golden substance.

"One hourglass may not have enough energy, and two hourglasses are also problematic. I should do more preparations." He turned his head, stared at the hourglasses of various shapes hanging in the closet, and whispered, "It's just a temporary borrowing."

He waved his hand, the glass front door of the closet opened, and hourglasses flew towards Felix... After an unknown period of time, hundreds of hourglasses floated crookedly around Felix. The price was that the closet was empty and the crystal The glass cover is dull.

There's not much of his magic left.

At this moment, Felix raised his head suddenly, his eyes fixed in one direction, and the echo bird he left behind was triggered!

He gathered up all the hourglasses and touched his face. The effect of the compound decoction had long since disappeared. He put on a cloak and walked out of the time hall with a hood.

In the ring-shaped room, a silent man was leaning over to look at the wreckage on the ground. Everything happened too suddenly. As soon as he opened the door and came in, a fireball fell from the sky. He was startled, thought he was under attack, and when he regained his senses, he found delicate structures in the flames.

Is it an alchemical item? who brought it? He was wondering when suddenly he felt groggy, and the last image in his mind was the sudden disappearance of the still burning wreckage, and a pair of feet passing by without stopping.

Felix used human body transformation to make himself look much shorter and his face turned ginger. He took the elevator to the hall of the Ministry of Magic and was quietly relieved.

You can Apparate!

However, his state at the moment is extremely bad. If there is a split, it will be a big joke. He walked towards the hearth area step by step, glancing at the time halfway through, it wasn't too late.

"Sir! Sir!"

A guard's voice came from behind, trying to stop Felix. His quirky attire has aroused suspicion, but there is no way, he has to put on a hood, who made him wear a Ravenclaw crown on his head, if he takes it off, he will definitely faint immediately.

Felix picked up his pace silently.

"Sir! Sir—" the guard shouted twice more, watching Felix get closer to the fireplace, which was already on fire in order to meet the needs of the Ministry of Magic staff to go to work.

The guard blew his whistle urgently.

The footsteps kept approaching, and a dozen guards quickly ran towards Felix, pulling out their wands and pointing at him.

"This guest who is hiding his head, no matter who you are, you will be captured immediately!" One person shouted, and Felix's response was a dazzling red light, and the person who shouted flew far away.

"Attack!" The other guards were not holding back, and all kinds of dazzling rays of light hit him.

Felix cast a humanoid iron armor spell on himself, and picked up the spells one by one. He gasped slightly, suppressing the dual physical and mental discomfort, and waved his wand with an afterimage, and the three guards fell down instantly. Two seconds later, two more guards fell.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the road in front of Felix was empty, and he left quickly without stopping.

Another sound of footsteps—

"Mr. Scrimgeour! Great, we've found a thug breaking into the Ministry of Magic!" The guard was overjoyed, and Scrimgeour was followed by seven or eight Aurors, his face gloomy like an angry lion.

"Combat level, the highest! Team of two, free to attack!" Scrimgeour shook his head and shouted loudly. He threw his cane aside and swiftly launched the spell.

Felix pulled the nasty spell away and stepped back to avoid the two stun spells. The magic power in his body was almost exhausted, and he had to make careful calculations. At this time, a fiery fireball flew towards him, and the speed was extremely fast. Felix's eyes widened, and he instantly released the Iron Armor Curse. The fireball exploded on the Iron Armor Curse, sending out A loud bang.

Felix staggered and took a few steps to the side, almost falling over. An uncontrollable anger surged in his heart, attacking me with the magic I taught?

"He's wounded!" said Scrimgeour, pointing to the shattered Iron Charm, the magical barrier smeared with blood red. "Use rune magic! Listen to my password and release it together!"

The Aurors were scattered around in twos and threes. After hearing the order, they outlined the flame rune with one hand and released the Fire Charm with the other. Seven or eight orange-red fireballs the size of human heads were rapidly forming.

"preparation--"

Felix was furious in his heart.

"roll!"

He waved his wand violently, and his body changed miraculously at this moment. One by one, the rune patterns climbed up his face and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Felix didn't pay attention at all, he opened his eyes wide, the power of the spell just now surprised even himself——

The fireballs in the hands of the Aurors exploded uncontrollably, creating a huge shock wave that hurled them far away.

At the same time, the hundreds of feet high, golden and splendid magic hall made a "humming" sound, like some kind of resonance, and under the shocked eyes of everyone, the large glass curtain wall smashed to the ground.

The Aurors, the guards, and the Ministry of Magic staff at work fell silent.

The Aurors looked at each other, and they looked at Scrimgeour, waiting for him to make up his mind. The skin on Scrimgeour's face trembled violently. He raised a hand, but he couldn't make up his mind. This man has never been a killer, but if he pushes him in a hurry...

finally--

Felix stood in the fireplace, the emerald flames licked his body, he looked at Scrimgeour with a strange ginger face, bowed slightly to express his apology, and disappeared in the next second.