A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Stimulate potential?" Snape looked at Felix with probing eyes and folded his arms. "What do you use it for?"

"I'm a security officer, so I can't go out like this, it's too embarrassing."

Snape stared at him for a while, and he asked softly, "Next time I go to Diagon Alley to buy herbs, I won't see your wanted notice?"

Felix rubbed his chin, "It's hard to say... don't stare at me, well, I'm joking, the truth is that I've studied magic too much." He explained solemnly.

But Snape didn't believe it at all. The next second, a pattern of runes appeared on Felix's face, and Snape watched this scene in surprise.

"What kind of potion do you want?"

"Of course it's the best, the one that can make me fight with people after drinking." Felix said with a smile, "Since I'm your student, how about a 50% discount?"

Snape frowned. "That potion has a lot of side effects."

"I can take it," Felix said earnestly. "Severus, I need it."

After a moment of silence—

"Wait!" Snape said wickedly, waving his sleeves.

"Thanks, Professor." Felix waved smilingly behind him.

...

"Hermione Jane Granger!" exclaimed Mr. Granger, angrily looking at his daughter, who was peering out the door.

"Oh, Dad..." Hermione came in from the door, and several other warriors and their families in the room watched this scene with interest. She moved in step by step, looking at Mrs Granger for help.

Mrs. Granger waved her hand with a playful look. "I'm also waiting for your explanation."

"Or, um," Hermione whispered tentatively, "I'll take you around campus?"

The Grangers stared at her at the same time, and Hermione stammered to the end: "You must be curious about this place for the first time, right? I made some preparations, you must like..."

"When you say 'prepare', you mean to leave your parents aside for most of the day?"

"I'm taking the test," Hermione said softly.

Mrs. Granger looked irritated, and Mrs. Granger looked at her teasingly. "How did I hear that warriors don't have to take exams? That friend Harry you've been 'helping' told me. You don't. Are you trying to avoid us?"

Hermione was speechless.

After spending a long time, Hermione barely comforted her parents. They first visited the castle and then walked around the Black Lake. On the way, I met Harry and Sirius. Sirius tried to chat with the Grangers, but it didn't work very well. They couldn't talk about Quidditch, duels, adventures and other topics.

When Sirius vividly described how he had dealt with a troll, what he got was not a look of admiration and questioning about details, but a look of blankness and vigilance.

Before the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, Sirius finally found a common thread.

"Don't worry, there will be no danger, their group is the favorite to win! And there is a safety... Felix Hepp, you know? Have you seen it at the Leaky Cauldron? Great! Me and him very familiar..."

Harry felt strange that Hermione had been staring at him angrily while the grown-up spoke.

He quietly leaned over, "What's wrong?"

Hermione turned her head to one side, refusing to speak to him.

...

"Knocked out three mute men? So the guy's target was the Department of Mysteries?" Fudge asked from behind his desk.

"That's right, he stole all the hourglasses, and the crystal glass cover lost most of the energy..." said the Auror who was in charge of the investigation. The three silent men who had been unfortunately knocked out stood silently behind the Auror, bowing their heads and not speaking.

Fudge turned the quill, and after a while he looked up.

"What do you think the purpose of that person is?" He looked at the three silent people. "Travel through time? Change history?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Minister, he can't do anything," said Saul Crocker impatiently.

"Why?" Fudge stopped with the quill in his hand. "He took so many hourglasses...just hourglasses?"

"That's right!" Saul Crocker was glad he understood. "That man only had an hourglass in his hand, not a complete time-turner."

"In case he finds a broken time-turner from the outside, after fixing it—"

"Impossible, no one can do this! Every time-turner that has been scrapped has been repeatedly confirmed by silent people and cannot be repaired at all. We have worked hard for hundreds of years without success. The less you come... the more impossible it is for an outsider to do it."

Fudge looked at him suspiciously.

"It's true," Saul Crocker said with more confidence, this is his area of ​​expertise, "and one more thing, the stolen hourglass has very low energy, and I guess the man realized that, so he took the risk. Stayed all night and wanted to refuel—"

"So what?" Fudge asked impatiently.

"Of course it failed." Saul Crook spread his hands, "No one can learn this technique in one night. So the energy inside naturally drains..."

"But if the hourglasses don't work, why did that man take them all away?" Fudge asked with ox-like eyes.

"Mr. Minister, it's not my domain to figure out the minds of criminals. I can only make judgments based on my professionalism." Saul Crook shrugged and said. "The only problem is that the security system of the Department of Mysteries is not good enough, it is time to upgrade."

"Thank you, Crook," Fudge interrupted, "I'll consider it, but you have to understand that the Ministry is tight on funds right now. If there are new donations, I will consider you as soon as possible."

There was silence in the office.

After a long time, Fudge asked hesitantly, "Did you see what that person looked like?"

Bode and Saul Crocker shook their heads. All they saw was Felix after using the compound decoction. The two of them looked a little weird at Fudge now, for fear that he would suddenly take out his wand and give them a shot.

"What about you, you should have seen something, the time limit for the compound decoction must have passed by then." Fudge asked dullly.

The third silent man said with an embarrassed expression: "I was distracted, that person used a vile trap..."

Fudge looked down at his testimony. "A ball of fire falling from the sky, burning debris? Yeah, that's mean enough."

"..." The silent man lowered his head and said nothing.

Fudge continued to look at the report, "I was attacked when I lowered my head, and I only saw one pair of feet... one pair of feet?" He raised his head, "Do you remember what those feet looked like? What are the characteristics?"

The silent man shook his head, "Sorry, Mr. Minister, I don't remember exactly."

"I don't think so," Fudge smiled a little. "At least you can get a vague outline, don't you? Like are the steps brisk and belong to a young man?"

...

In the evening, the little wizards happily dined in the auditorium, waiting for the start of the third project.

"Fudge, you've brought a little more people today," said Dumbledore gently.

"I think it's necessary. The Ministry of Magic has just had an attack," whispered Fudge. "I have to be prepared."

"Ah, so it is," said Dumbledore softly, a look of regret on his face.

"By the way," Fudge looked around, "why didn't you see Professor Hepp?"

"Maybe something was delayed?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Fudge glanced left and right, everyone was eating, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind, "Dumbledore, I need to seek your help. According to the verification of the Aurors, that lone traveler is powerful. It's terrifying, not even worse than the person who can't even mention his name!"

Dumbledore had the right look of doubt.

"Dumbledore, I know we have a dispute over some issues—"

"Not a controversy," said Dumbledore.

"You—what?" Fudge looked at him bewildered.

"That's not a controversy, Fudge," said Dumbledore patiently. "Your hesitation will cost us a lot of time—"

"Okay! Dumbledore," said Fudge angrily, "that's the controversy. I've stepped back and sent a team of Aurors to the Albanian forest to investigate. There will be results soon. What I want to say now is another thing!"

He slapped the table sharply, and the forks on the plate jumped around.

Several principals from other schools in the seats looked towards this side for unknown reasons, and Fudge made a hasty gesture of apology. When the others turned their heads, he approached again and whispered, "Dumbledore, what I'm discussing with you now is how to deal with a dangerous criminal who broke into the Department of Mysteries recklessly and stole the time-turner hourglass. and stored energy for decades. Omg, what a wicked thing to do!"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly. "With all due respect, Fudge, you don't seem in any hurry."

"Of course I'm in a hurry! What if he wants to tamper with history, if he is on the side of Mystery Man, what should I do if I remind him on the day Mystery Man loses his power?" Fudge's anger was uncontrollable again, "You should know What serious consequences will it cause!"

Dumbledore's expression turned serious.

"That's it," continued Fudge, wiping his sweat, "so I want to ask for your help. Our goals are the same, and I assure you that as soon as the investigation team brings back strong evidence, I will warn the public. ."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, "What clues do you have?"

"Of course," said Fudge, overjoyed and impatient, "he was at the Ministry of Magic all night trying to steal energy...he must be exhausted and wounded by an Auror, unfortunately we couldn't search the scene. To his blood... Anyway, this kind of injury can't be recovered in a short time, so I'm curious about Professor Haipu's situation, of course I'm not suspicious of him, I'm just cooperating with the investigation-"

Dumbledore's expression became more and more serious. Fudge thought that the plan had succeeded, and he was very happy. At this moment, a person walked in from outside the auditorium.

Fudge stared at the man, and Felix was rosy and radiant, not showing any signs of injury. He also deliberately changed into a dress, pulled out the chair and sat in the empty seat not far from them.

Fudge's face flushed.

"It seems that Felix is ​​not the person you are looking for. He is in great shape. This dress reminds me of the dance party six months ago. If there is music, I have no doubt that he is the most showy one..." Dumbledore folded his fingers and looked at Fudge's face with interest.

"Maybe I'm wrong, Dumbledore," said Fudge breathlessly, his eyes fixed on Felix, "I need to check again."

"You are always welcome in my office, Fudge, but you'd better bring evidence next time," Dumbledore said, his eyes also on Felix - unlike Fudge, his azure blue eyes were very deep.

"Time..." he whispered.

When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the table and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the field to watch the final event of the Tournament. Now please leave the Warriors and Mr. Bagman first."