A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Scrimgeour stood not far from the magic fountain, his yellow eyes gazing at the empty fireplace.

The whole hall was eerily quiet. Whenever a new Ministry of Magic staff member appeared from the fireplace, hundreds of people stared at him. Arthur Weasley was startled and looked left and right. Look, there seems to be a large-scale battle at the Ministry of Magic, the ground is in a mess, the Auror Office Director looks like an old lion who wants to eat, and will pounce in the next second.

Step by step, he moved away from the fireplace, leaned over to a wizard at the scene, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, Arnold?"

The wizard wiped his sweat, "It's terrible, Arthur, if you came two minutes earlier, you might have bumped into that person..."

"You mean there is only one enemy? He escaped?" asked Mr. Weasley in surprise.

"Yeah, I told you..."

There was an ear-piercing clack, Mr. Weasley looked up, and the elevator fence slid from it to the sides with a deafening clang, and a large crowd rushed out of it.

Amelia Burns was at the front, her wand held high, and she strode forward. She looked around, her brows knitted into a ball, and shouted, "The therapist takes the injured to the infirmary for treatment."

"Reconnaissance team! Cooperate with the Aurors to investigate the scene."

The Aurors present and several magic law enforcement scouts in the crowd whispered yes.

"Kingsley, Doris!"

The two Aurors who followed her straightened their chests.

"Take your team to track the target," she said after a pause, "mainly on reconnaissance, don't do it lightly."

"clear!"

"Reversal of Occasional Magic Events Team! And all members of the Magic Law Enforcement Division!"

Half of the people in the hall stood up straight, waiting for orders.

"—Clean up the rubble and debris. Those in the know will come forward to register the clues, and the others will perform their duties." She didn't turn her head to look at Scrimgeour until the crowd began to move. "Rufus, what did you find?"

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "I saw his face."

Ms. Burns looked surprised. "Who is it?"

"He made a disguise, I'm not sure, there's no evidence at this point—" Scrimgeour was hesitant.

Ms. Burns gave him a stern look. "Come with me, Rufus."

...

"I'm going to help too, bye, Arnold." Mr. Weasley, who was also a member of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement, hurried away.

"Goodbye, Arthur," the wizard muttered. "What a beautiful day, I thought war broke out!"

"Be careful with your words, Peacegood," said a nonchalant voice behind him. Arnold Peasgood turned his head in surprise. "Yaxley?"

"It's me," Yaxley said. "You sound like you're looking forward to war?"

The wizard blushed and retorted loudly, "What nonsense!"

Yaxley laughed coldly. "I hope you'll be as determined as you are now." He turned and walked towards the wall-mounted fireplace.

"Wait, where are you going?" the wizard shouted.

"I was ordered to be stationed at Hogwarts," he said without turning his head. "I came to get something this morning. I didn't expect to see a big play."

...

Ms. Burns and Scrimgeour came to the edge of the circular pool of the Magic Fountain. The sound of the water rushing around drowned out their discussion. She whispered: "You have played against him, you should have your own judgment, right?"

Scrimgeour didn't say his name directly. Leaning on a cane, he stared at the statue erected in the center of the pool. It was a group of solid gold statues that were larger than life. The tallest of them was a dignified wizard, holding his wand aloft. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

Centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.

"The man disguised not only his face, but his strength," Scrimgeour stared at the house-elf statue, whose ears gurgled, "the strength he showed at first was the same as Arras before his retirement. I can see that he has experienced many battles and has excellent judgment. Maybe he doesn't want to reveal his identity, and he uses conventional magic..."

He continued: "But the man's final blow was so amazing that I don't recognize magic."

Ms. Burns listened quietly, lost in thought. She stared at the fountain, and said slowly: "Just one blow broke thousands of glass... Do you think this is his normal strength, or is it an extraordinary performance?"

Scrimgeour hesitated. "I think it's the former. He's very good at disguising."

Ms. Burns looked at him seriously, "According to your description, the qualified people are very limited, I only know two, no ... maybe three. Presumably not many people abroad can meet the conditions, Plus they're unlikely to break into the UK Ministry of Magic without warning...I need proof!"

At this moment, a burly Auror came over with a guard.

"Ms. Burns, Mr. Scrimgeour, Eric has important clues to report!"

The two looked at Eric Munch at the same time, and Eric shivered, "I, uh, I don't know if it's right..."

"It's okay, we'll make the right judgment," Ms Burns reassured him.

"That's it, last night when I was on duty--saw someone, I thought it was weird, but didn't think much of it at the time--"

"Who did you see?" Scrimgeour asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes..." Eric faltered, looking over their backs and seeing a short, stout man approaching aggressively, his eyes widened: "Minister Fudge!"

...

"Sir, your destination has arrived." The driver said politely.

"Thank you." Felix said with a tired face, paid and got off the taxi. He took out a ring from his pocket and put it on his hand. With the twinkling of two rays of light, a black wand and a brown amulet appeared in his hand.

He put away his spare wand again and sat on a bench under a sycamore tree, a young mother pushing a stroller enjoying a leisurely morning time, a little baby propped up on two fat hands, looking around, when she saw When Felix was sitting in the chair, he looked at him curiously.

Felix winked at the baby, turned over a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

He got up from the bench and walked towards a house, while he put the amulet on himself, and with two taps, the color of his body gradually faded. Felix cheered up, "There's still one last step, you can definitely do it, Felix... Just transfer the energy, it won't take much work."

...

"There is such a thing?" Voldemort asked softly, and he sneered. "The Ministry of Magic has lost my lord this time."

"Master, do you need me to reveal it?" Yaxley bowed his head and knelt on the ground, his gorgeous and flowing robe inlaid with gold threads dragged on the ground.

"Not for now," said Voldemort lazily. "You just have to secretly guide Fudge to turn his suspicious eyes on our little friend..."

"Why?" Yaxley asked, trembling the next second. "Yes, sorry, Master, I'm not questioning you—"

Voldemort paced in front of him, Yaxley lowered his head lower, only to see a pair of pale feet, finally, the feet stopped in front of him, "Lord, master?"

"I can answer that," said Voldemort softly, "even though you haven't approached me in all these years, Yaxley . Rich and noble... but when you saw me, you chose to return to my arms for the first time, so I am willing to forgive you."

"Lord, Lord..."

"I have a plan," said Voldemort softly, "that little friend made a deep impression on me. When I was just getting better, he suddenly rushed in and almost destroyed everything. At that time, I realized I can't let him grow up..."

"Master, with your power, killing him is easy."

"Oh? Is that really the case? If you really believe in this, why have you served the enemy with peace of mind for so many years?"

Yaxley stopped talking.

"I didn't do anything during this period of time, I didn't gather Death Eaters, I didn't gather my old minions. Before you, there was only one loyal servant by my side. You can think about it, why does the great Dark Lord hide like a mouse?"

"I told the little friend that even if he and Dumbledore are together, as long as he goes against Dumbledore's thoughts a little bit, their relationship will break down... I look forward to this scene, of course if there is a chance , I don't mind killing him casually."

"Yaxley, my friend," Voldemort looked down at Yaxley, "do what you have to do, and I'll wait for the guests..."

...

"Is someone impersonating me?" Fudge exclaimed in disbelief in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, wide-eyed. He glanced around quickly and said in a low voice, "It's impossible, I've never given my hair to anyone else!"

"It could also be an advanced body-transforming technique," Ms. Burns said.

"It must be so." Fudge agreed to her immediately, stroking the button on his stomach irritably, his eyes moving over Burns, Scrimgeour, Aurors and the guards, "Until the truth is found, don't tell the story. .Understand?"

"Then..." He stretched out his stubby fingers and gestured randomly in the air, "Can anyone tell me what the purpose of that person's intrusion into the Ministry of Magic was?"

"It's not clear yet," Scrimgeour said.

"Not sure?" Fudge repeated, staring at him. "Then what have you been doing all this time?"

"Wait for news, Your Excellency," said Scrimgeour bluntly. "There are two Auror squads out there. They are the best. They are investigating the whereabouts of the criminals." He pointed around again, "Others are investigating. on site."

"Any witnesses?" Fudge asked again.

Ms. Burns, Scrimgeour, and the Auror all looked at Eric Munch, the guard who was on duty that night, and Fudge said angrily: "I want witnesses other than him! He can't prove anything."

"Not yet, Fudge, we need time to get evidence," Ms. Burns said softly.

"Time, time, if those reporters knew about it, they would stick like flies." Fudge lowered his head and said with a look of disgust, his eyes flashing strangely, and he said to himself in a faint voice: "No witnesses?"

He left in a hurry and said before leaving: "I will be a judge at Hogwarts this afternoon, and I hope you can come up with one or two good news before that."

...

Grimmauld Place.

"Young man, your face is so bad, you'd better go see a doctor." A kind-hearted old woman looked at Felix with concern.

"Thanks, I'm fine," Felix muttered.

"Oh, your face is whiter than my hair," said the old woman, looking at him earnestly, "to tell the truth, I'm only dying for this abnormal grayness... oh! Sorry, I didn't mean it. "

"It's okay, ma'am," Felix said patiently, "I just stay up too much, I'll just get some sleep.

After persuading the enthusiastic old man away, Felix walked towards the open space between No. 11 and No. 13. His mind was drowsy, but he still felt that the man just now looked familiar. You seem to have given her a spell-casting card?

He shook his head, not letting himself fall asleep. He had recharged the converter on Hermione's body, at the cost of a part of the hourglass from the Ministry of Magic shattering into scum.

And he himself, almost can't even use a magic. With the only reason left, he could also guess that the Aurors were looking for him all over London, and Diagon Alley couldn't go there, so he chose to use Muggle means all the way to get here.

Felix squeezed very hard into a thin wall of air, and his figure disappeared in the real world.

"Isn't the defensive magic changed? It's great, Sirius." Felix said softly, and the next second, No. 12 Grimmauld Place appeared in front of him.

"boom!"

An ugly, old house-elf suddenly appeared in the doorway, and Kreacher said in a hoarse voice: "Welcome to the friend of the master, the mighty Mr. Felix Happ, the master is not at home..."

"I know," Felix said, "just wanted to borrow his fireplace."

Kreacher bowed deeply, "Master said let me try to meet your request, and," his voice became emotional, "I saw the biography of Master Regulus, it's very well written... The young master's reputation has not been tarnished..."

"As long as you like it."

...

Felix returned to his office smoothly, and a black shadow rushed up. He subconsciously dodged, but he didn't dodge. Varun clutched his clothes tightly.

"Haw!"

It looked at him disapprovingly.

"Oh, Warren, let me take a breath..." Felix covered his chest, Warren jumped out of his arms, put one hand on his hip, pointed at Felix with the other, and kept scolding him.

"It's worrying you," Felix grinned, "but I need your help, call Severus, and be careful not to be too conspicuous."

Warren looked at him suspiciously.

"Go."

after awhile--

"What have you done?" Snape looked at him with disgust.

"I was a thief once, and I was caught and chased by my master, and I managed to escape." Felix slumped on the sofa and said lazily. A top hat.

Snape looked at him strangely, for a moment he was speechless. It took a long time for him to sneer slowly: "Then I have to listen carefully. It can make you so embarrassed. I really can't guess who the owner is."

"A wealthy family," Felix changed the subject lightly, "Severus, do you have that potion that inspires you?"

I have tried to speed up the progress as much as possible, but I found that there are still many things to explain. These two chapters are considered transitions, and the plot of the third project will start tomorrow.