A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day, Felix appeared in Sword Castle, occupying a spacious laboratory alone, standing on makeshift wooden steps, staring at a ten-foot-tall magical puppet. This kind of tall magic puppet was chosen by him as one of the defensive forces of Sword Castle. When sudden danger occurs, it can take the initiative to stand up to protect everyone.

The design idea is similar to the puppet Felix used to teach at Hogwarts, but it is definitely more complicated and the protection measures are better. And Felix also tried to give them some intelligence. He had done something similar a long time ago, and he still has a magic puppet version of the opera troupe in his ring.

But if they are given the responsibility of guarding, they must give more precise instructions. In case of a negligence, it will be bad for this thing to fail on the battlefield, and even worse, it may be suddenly indistinguishable between the enemy and the enemy... These problems need to be advanced in advance. considering.

It was almost noon when Cremy hurried in and was extremely surprised: "Deng, Headmaster Dumbledore is here!"

Felix raised his head in surprise.

...

Outside the sword castle.

"Felix, I hope you can go to the Ministry of Magic with me," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "to the Department of Mysteries."

When the two reappeared, they had arrived at the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic. With a squeak, the red phone booth slowly descended, and Felix asked his doubts, "What's going on?"

"Amelia found two prophecies, and I almost guessed what one of them was, and wanted to let you know," Dumbledore said briefly.

Department of Mysteries, Hall of Prophecy.

It's as tall as a school hall, but it doesn't look empty, because the room is filled with rows of towering shelves filled with grayish prophecy spheres, which looks like some very offbeat library. Except for Felix, Dumbledore, and Lady Burns, everyone else was temporarily kicked out, and Sirius reluctantly stood at the door with the two Aurors.

"Almost fifteen years ago, you should have heard a prophecy?" Ms. Burns asked.

Dumbledore hesitated, nodded slightly, and said, "That's right."

"Is it this?" asked Ms. Burns, pointing to a dusty shelf, and Dumbledore leaned over and stared at a small glass ball on the shelf, dirty and seemingly uncleaned in years. Glowing slightly like a firefly.

Felix's peripheral vision glanced to the other side, where there was a prophecy closely related to him. He had made a lot of guesses, but he was still unable to sort out the whole picture. Mainly because the key information is too vague and specious, there are many possibilities.

He studied it for a while and left the prophecy behind.

Felix turned his attention to Dumbledore, who was reading the yellowed label under the glass ball. A date from about fifteen years ago was marked in subtle font, followed by a string of initials:

S.P.TtoA.P.W.B.D

Handwritten notes beside the letters are scribbled notes: The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.

"It should be this." Dumbledore sighed, he straightened up, and asked politely, "Can you?"

Ms. Burns made a gesture of invitation, "All protective magics are undone."

Dumbledore nimbly approached the Prophecy Ball, paused at the touch, and took hold of it. He closed his eyes slightly, and his whole body remained motionless. After a while, he gently put the prophecy ball back as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He whispered softly:

"I heard this prophecy with my own ears - about fifteen years ago, on a cold, wet night in Hogsmeade's Hogs Head pub, I went there to meet an applicant who wanted to be a professor of fortune-telling I didn't intend to continue this course, but the applicant is the great-great-granddaughter of a very well-known prophet, and out of courtesy, I decided to meet her anyway..."

That must be Trelawney, Felix thought to himself.

"So the prophecy came from that interview, at your request?" Ms. Burns asked.

"Yes and no," said Dumbledore softly, as if returning to that night fifteen years ago. "I tried to chat with her and hoped that she would show her talent a little bit, but I was disappointed, in my opinion, she didn't inherit the divination talent of her ancestors at all, so I told her that she Not suitable for the position, then turned around and left."

Neither Ms. Burns nor Felix said a word, they knew a turning point was coming.

"...then she made a prophecy, a real prophecy," Dumbledore murmured. He took his wand out of his robe and swung it hard in front of the two of them. The tip of the wand spewed out a cloud of silver smoke, and then a harsh, hoarse voice appeared, with an uncontrollable madness, as if he had contracted some kind of disease.

"The man who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... Born to someone who has resisted him three times, at the end of July... The Dark Lord marks him as his rival, but he has what the Dark Lord does not The energy of understanding...one must die at the hands of the other, because two cannot live together, only one survives..."

The sound stopped. The silver smoke condensed in the air fell like snowflakes and disappeared before touching the ground. The three watched the scene silently.

"Although I read the materials when I came, but—" Ms. Burns couldn't hide the shock in her heart.

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, looking at them through the half-moon glasses.

"To be honest, I have doubts in my heart. The prophecy is not as magical as I imagined, and it may not always be realized. Otherwise, there would be no need for the Ministry of Magic to send special personnel to track and observe the progress of the prophecy. But in any case, apply for After all, people made a prophecy, or a very dangerous prophecy, and it would be irresponsible to let her stay there."

"Indeed, I asked The Silent Man before, it would be good if half of the prophecy here could be fulfilled." Bones provided corroboration.

"So you accepted her and protected her?" Felix asked.

"I don't have many choices." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Especially when the prophecy was heard by the third person, although not all. No way, Sybil was living in poverty at the time and could only live in a cheap but mixed pig's head bar, And I didn't expect to get anything of value in that interview, and it just happened. The person who was eavesdropping, who was probably a Death Eater in my mind at the time, I just I can't risk letting Sybil wander the wizarding world alone."

Felix then learned how Sybill Trelawney came to teach at the school.

It's not all Dumbledore's misunderstanding...it's the fear of her being captured by Voldemort...

"Didn't the eavesdropper hear the whole prophecy?" Ms. Burns asked keenly.

"He only heard the first three sentences," said Dumbledore.

The three fell silent, each thinking about their thoughts.

The man with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches... Born to someone who had resisted him three times, at the end of July...

So it's Harry Potter. Felix thought, but Neville barely counted, after all, their birthdays were one day apart, and they were both on the tail of July. But maybe Voldemort has obsessive-compulsive disorder? So I finally chose Harry, whose birthday was later in life? Or is the latter prophecy working, 'the Dark Lord marks him as his rival', Voldemort did not choose the pure-blooded Neville, but Harry, who was also half-blooded with him.

"Perhaps I made a mistake," said Dumbledore suddenly, "and my actions - agreeing to Sybil to teach at Hogwarts - may have contributed to the prophecy. Come to think of it, the faithful servant took what he heard. The prophecy told Voldemort that he hoped that the master could break free from the predetermined fate, but he only heard the first few sentences, so Voldemort did not know that he was actually taking a considerable risk by doing so, and—to put it bluntly, Voldemort treated me very much. I'm afraid, he may have confirmed the credibility of the prophecy from my actions."

But the truth is that no one can predict exactly what will happen the next day, let alone much further into the future; just as you can't expect perfect saints in reality, neither can happen.

"There is a second prophecy," Ms. Burns said after a moment.

She led the two to a shelf again, and Felix became more and more familiar as he walked, with a strange expression. Dumbledore showed a look of consternation as the distance drew closer, and he hurried past the shelves, stopping before Ms. Burns and staring at a brand new label. It clearly reads:

S.P.TtoH.J.P. (to be verified)

Dumbledore carefully observed the date on the label, thought for a moment, and came to an obvious conclusion: the prophecy occurred during the final exam of the last school year, and the two people at that time, the abbreviated name of the fortuneteller who made the prophecy did not change at all, or Trelawney. And the other one he was very familiar with—

"Harry James Potter," Ms. Burns said. "Is that the boy's full name? I checked with Sirius."

"I think the prophecy refers to me," said Dumbledore, bright blue eyes shining brightly.

"Probably mentioned me too," Felix said slowly, and he added, "I feel very kind."

"Although this prophecy is not as important as the first one, and it is not protected by heavy spells, but in fact - I read Bode's notes," Ms. Burns took a deep breath, her eyes widened "It may be the most special one in the entire Hall of Prophecy."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked with interest.

"Because it's not just the two of you who can feel the difference, I feel it too. It's no coincidence, anyone who tries to get close to it will experience a warm intimacy from it. This means..."

"The prophecy covers a huge range of people." Felix woke up.

"That's right," Ms. Burns agreed. "I guess it has something to do with the first two sentences. You'd better read it first."

After a while, Dumbledore calmly handed the Prophecy Ball to Felix, and then fell into deep thought.

Although Felix knew this prophecy long ago, he listened to it again. "A change unseen in a thousand years, the legendary drama is staged. 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!"

"Millennium changes, legendary drama..." Dumbledore said softly: "So, we are all people on the stage, and this prophecy announces an entire era."

That's all I have today. I found a problem in the middle of writing, so I deleted a short plot, emm...