A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At dusk, a tall figure appeared on the edge of the Muggle town. He turned into a fork, and walked for ten minutes in the dark woods. There was no way in front of him, but he did not stop, and went straight to a dilapidated building. in front of the old house.

"Knock knock!"

Knocks sounded rhythmically.

The door was carefully opened from the inside with a sour "squeak" sound.

"Who?"

asked a hoarse voice that seemed to be soaked in a jar and soaked in salt water for days and nights. Immediately afterwards, a wand was handed out tremblingly from the darkness.

"Mosil the Red Scar?" the young voice asked.

The strange visitor turned a blind eye to the wand pointed at him, looked down at a list, uttered a tsk tsk, and read in an interested voice, "Lyden Seymour, born in the famous Tee. Moxie Witch Town, born in 1947, was raised by an aunt, um - although you are a man, this does not affect your inheritance of all kinds of weird black magic, smuggling and selling black magic items, and all income Involved in the study of black magic. During the Wizarding War, you chose to help Voldemort, and you are said to have been praised by the Death Eaters high-level..."

"Is that you?"

The visitor looked up, revealing a youthful face, light blue eyes that seemed to glow, and from time to time a rune or two flashed through his pupils.

The wand fell to the ground at once.

"You are, yes, yes - Felix Happ! You, you finally came to the door!" The dark wizard named Ryden Mosier was standing by the door frame, and the dim light outside hit him. , showing a terrified face.

The person in front of him was dressed in a typical dark wizard's attire. The whole body was wrapped in a black airtight robe. He was skinny. From his bare skin, he could see the traces of various magic experiments. The index finger of his right hand was covered with a layer of silver powder. The wrinkled skin, a piece of red tender flesh exposed from his neck, has been twisting and crawling up half of his face, red and seems to have just recovered, but the trace has existed for more than 20 years.

That's where his nickname comes from.

Felix dodged into the room, looking around, walking cautiously across the floor. In addition to avoiding the moldy and dusty debris, he did not touch any traps in the room. In the end, he picked a fairly clean chair and sat down.

The owner of the house regained composure, at least on the surface. Mosier clenched his wand and stared at Felix with deep eyes. As if to distinguish from the cowardly look just now, he said in a low voice: "You shouldn't be here, Hep, I'm not the solitary wizards you drove away, I have friends, they-"

"Are you talking about Bonnard, Aenoline? Or Kendidge?" Felix asked.

Mosier looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to them?" Now the wizard was looking around, as if looking for an escape route.

"Well, after my persuasion, they clearly realized how unwise it was to stay in the current situation, so they decided to go out for a while," Felix said lightly. "Convince them to spend some time, but fortunately it turned out to be gratifying, and I told them they would be completely safe when the news of Voldemort's death got out."

"That will have to wait," Mosier said with a mocking expression. "How long did the last war last? Ten years?"

"I can't blame me," Felix nodded his head in the direction of the document, "According to the rules."

Mosier's nose twitched abnormally, and bright red crawled up half of his face along the scar. He growled, "You are excluding dissidents! You didn't convict me more than ten years ago, now because of I was thrown out of the UK for some inexplicable reason?"

"There is no evidence."

"what--"

"The reason why I didn't arrest you at the time was because you were concealed enough, Mosier, the Ministry of Magic didn't get real evidence, but don't pretend you're innocent because of this, you can't fool me, you can't fool a memory master, So this job is in my hands."

Felix calmly pointed to his eyes, a few silver light spots flickered around his pupils, like a ring around a blue planet, Mosier shrank his eyes away, he had never seen such a terrifying sight. Eye.

Felix raised the document in his hand again.

"There are hundreds of examples like you. The Ministry of Magic is very difficult for you. If you let it go, maybe you will be pulled to the other side in a short time, but if you do anything in advance, such as locking you up, it seems too much. Too mean, though—well, excuse me, your guilt is so obvious to me—"

"Don't read my mind!" Mosier roared: "Memory can never be used as evidence!" His wand lit up, black mist wrapped around the tip of the wand, and the whole room became extremely dark.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" Felix asked softly.

Mosier's gathered courage deflated like an old tire, and he leaned on the table in the corner, not looking at Felix.

"What do I need to do?" he whispered, his wand held loosely.

"As I said before, get out of here, find a place to take a vacation, travel, and pass the time... When Voldemort falls, you can come back with confidence and continue your promising illegal work. Then it's not up to me."

Moses murmured in a low voice.

"Sorry, I didn't catch it?" Felix asked.

"When have you been working for the Ministry of Magic? Aren't you a professor?" Mosier couldn't figure out how he had bumped into him.

Now it was Felix's turn to sigh.

"No way, they offered conditions that I couldn't refuse - in fact, I can refuse, but my morality does not allow me to owe favors, and frankly, I do not reject this temporary job, and I can exercise my magic by the way. ability."

He touched the ring on his left hand, where an hourglass from the Ministry of Magic was stored, even half filled with time energy.

After the Wizengamore meeting, Ms. Burns begged him to remove some of the destabilizing factors, "Each of them had previous convictions, but they got away with it for various reasons, even though they were probably just a few cheerleaders, but It is also worthy of vigilance, they are already the wings of mysterious people."

She also vaguely mentioned the invasion of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

"Whoever it is, I just hope that person isn't on the side of the mysterious man," she said with a headache, "the silent man comes to a conclusion that there is nothing to worry about, but I think... well, maybe that's a good thing, at least the mysterious man It's too late for people to think of similar ideas."

Burns' attitude represented the attitude of the Ministry of Magic itself - that was swaying, they wanted to get back the hourglass of time, but they were worried that they would be taken away by Voldemort before they were hot.

The latter can cause significantly greater harm.

...

Mosier stared at the black square table with several newspapers and two booklets on it. One is the Wartime Survival Manual sent by the Ministry of Magic, and the other is the Simple Illustrated Guide to Ancient Runes published by Felix Associates a few months ago, with a colorful cover that looks like A children's book.

"Ancient Rune? How enviable..." he said sourly.

"You bought it too?" Felix said in surprise, followed his eyes to see the booklet, and asked with interest, "How does it read?"

"Not very good," Mosier shook his head, he stretched out his hand, his face flushed red, it took a lot of time to condense an ancient rune, but the next second, the rune symbol shattered. "I'm getting older, and I'm not very used to the new field..."

"Could it be the reason why you studied black magic? The feedback from others is not bad." Felix discussed with him calmly.

"Well, I'll try again..."

Felix took a moment to point him. Then Mosier began to pack his luggage. Although the Ministry of Magic prohibits the abuse of the Traceless Stretching Spell, this obviously cannot restrain the dark wizard, not to mention that Mosier himself is half an alchemist, and he can make similar storage items by himself.

All the furniture was discarded, and Mosier picked out bottles and jars from every corner of the room, some of which were apparently enchanted to hold things many times their size. Finally, Mosier took some effort and squeezed them all into a box, panting slightly.

"Are you going to stare at me Apparition?" Mosier picked up the box and glanced around with nostalgia, "I have limited mana, so I can only guarantee to leave tonight."

"Oh, no, I can provide some anonymous door keys." Felix waved, and a row of tattered items appeared in front of him, boots, cans, butterbeer bottles, and a piece of rotten wood.

Mosier hesitated for a moment, "Do you have any recommendations? As soon as I teleport there, the Auror is on the opposite side, right?"

Felix shook his head slightly, "There's no need for this. What you need to worry about is whether to continue to do shameful things; or to start over in a new place and honestly accept the restrictions of the local Ministry of Magic."

Mosier sneered and tore off his clothes, where there were large magic scars.

"Someone like me?"

He didn't say anything anymore, just picked a door key and held it in his hand, it didn't matter where he went. "So, see you in ten years, Mr. Hepp?"

"It won't be that long, remember to read more newspapers."

Felix waved at him.

"You really let me go like this? Don't you need to sign a magic agreement? In case I sneak back..." Mosier seemed to be confused.

"Mosier," Felix said calmly, "who do you think it's good for? Don't be silly, if the Death Eaters are at your door today, you have no choice, and I—see You won't show mercy when you're in the Death Eater ranks."

When the wizard in front of him disappeared, Felix put a tick on the file.

"all the best."

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