A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Never seen such a spectacle!" Fred approached and said, with a strange satisfaction on his face.

Harry looked at the notice board and understood what he meant. The names of the student clubs posted above add up to more than a hundred, most of which were established within a week. The students below were chatting non-stop. He heard Justin swear that he "has seen one. A Hundred Kinds of Snuff Bottles," Harry glanced at the parchment and found a similar club, but he wasn't sure if it was "Muggle handicrafts" or "goblin magical creations".

Two positions away from him, a Hufflepuff boy happily introduced magic painting, "If you just make the things drawn on the paper move, it can't be simpler, it's just the basics, there are many complicated ways, you You can even interact with the people inside!"

"Isn't that a magical portrait? There are many in the castle," said his companion.

"Of course it's different!" The boy blushed and said in a higher voice, "Just think about it, there is a little guy trapped in the maze. In order to avoid being eaten by a hundred fried-tailed snails, he can only count on you. To escape, you must use your brains to help the little man, and if he comes out, he will grab the canvas to express his gratitude to you..."

Harry listened to it for a while, and found it interesting, but he soon discovered that the boy had started inviting the audience to join his "magic painting club", and Harry opened his mouth in surprise.

At this time, Hermione emerged from the crowd, beaming.

"Success!" she said with joy. "The three of them are interested in joining S.P.E.W., all of them are freshmen. I didn't expect the new students to be so caring this year."

"Hermione, no prefect abuse. You told me that," Ron said.

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Ron pouted and said nothing. When Hermione turned around again to join the crowd, he lowered his voice and said to Harry, "If it wasn't for the prefect's right, it would only mean that the current little wizards were not able to pass the basic education before entering school. I don't even know how to spell 'vomit'..."

In the corner, Felix and Snape stood together.

"I thought you wouldn't do these innocuous little things." Snape's lips twitched, wrapping his voice in a small area that only the two of them could hear.

"It's just an effort," Felix said, looking at the cluttered students.

He thinks he's developed a weird habit after researching dementors - he likes to be in a positive, cheerful atmosphere, but unfortunately, halfway through his research, he doesn't have enough dementors in his hands. . The specific process was that the last Dementor was starving and couldn't help but stole some of the stadium emotions he had collected so hard, so Felix did a few destructive experiments on that Dementor...

While thinking about how to replenish the supply, he asked softly, "Is there a lot of pressure on part-time jobs recently?"

Snape took a deep breath and said in a dispassionate tone, "Easier than teaching a bunch of trolls."

"Oh," Felix said knowingly, counting the Gryffindor students in the crowd. "one two three four……"

Snape turned his head to look at him blankly, Felix smacked his lips, "Fortunately I don't have this trouble, whether it's Slytherin or Gryffindor students are doing well..." He paused and said : "I've been told that the guy who can't even mention his name has been depressed lately, that the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic are somewhat disappointed, you know, meaningless overtime is the most frustrating."

Snape didn't speak.

His memory went back to half a month ago. It wasn't long after the battle at Hogsmeade that he felt the Dark Mark on his arm hot, Voldemort calling him. Of course he didn't leave immediately, which was a privilege Voldemort gave him: because of the undercover, even if called, he didn't have to respond immediately.

So he acted as if nothing had happened and waited calmly until Dumbledore came back and Dumbledore showed him a dry hand and murmured how much time he had left, Snape wanted to punch On Dumbledore's twisted nose.

Dumbledore wasn't injured at all, at least in Snape's view, it wasn't the hand that really needed to be concerned, but his suddenly younger face. But Snape had just asked a few words before being diverted from the subject.

Snape knew what Dumbledore meant. He stared at the dry, charred, lifeless hand. He took this picture down deeply, imprinted it in his mind, and when needed, he could freely combine it into whatever he wanted. memory.

That day and into the evening, the Dark Mark changed twice, each time more urgently, and in the end it even made him feel unbearable pain.

So Snape had to go to see Voldemort a little earlier than expected, and he thought of a reason before he left - Dumbledore ordered him to stay at the school, and he couldn't get away. But after the meeting, Voldemort didn't ask any relevant questions at all. He had never seen Voldemort so rude, and those red eyes seemed to be greedy.

Bellatrix—the crucial woman, whom Dumbledore had brought his attention to, was now with Voldemort, trembling.

Voldemort told him to go back to a secret room on the eighth floor of the castle and retrieve a tattered crown. "A large cabinet full of debris, splashed with strong acid, a bust of a wizard with a hood, a broken vanishing cabinet..." He described it in great detail, for fear that Snape would not be able to find it.

Snape agreed, though he expected Voldemort to be disappointed.

Then Voldemort asked Harry Potter's scars in detail, Snape said it all, and then he asked Parseltongue, a secret that was revealed as early as Harry's second year, Snape There is no concealment either. There was a long, suffocating silence after the questioning. Bellatrix was as motionless as a quail, maintaining a ridiculous movement throughout the conversation.

In the end, Voldemort asked about Dumbledore's injury. Snape, according to Dumbledore's explanation, told in detail every time he saw the principal from the beginning of the school year to the present. These scenes have a common feature, that is, Dumbledore Lido has been wearing gloves.

Hearing this, Voldemort's face was mixed with mixed expressions of annoyance and joy.

Snape was then ordered to return to school immediately to confirm the condition of the crown. And the news must be reported to him before dawn.

Snape felt that Voldemort was crazy. He didn't seem to care whether his undercover agent would be exposed, but he agreed. Snape returned to the school, appeared ghostly on the eighth floor, and then turned a corner and entered the principal's office—— This is the life of a double-sided undercover agent, and even reporting takes twice as long.

Guessing that it was almost time, he met Voldemort again.

The meeting place this time was changed to the old house of August Rookwood, the 'loyal' Death Eater who is currently locked up in Azkaban, so his home was unceremoniously occupied by Voldemort . Voldemort was still with Bellatrix by his side, and it seemed like he planned to keep her with him.

Snape quietly reported the information he had gathered, and the crown was naturally lost. Voldemort was furious, and even the word 'furious' was an understatement, as he walked up and down the dimly lit room, hissing of the snake-wood stick in his hand. Voldemort cursed Dumbledore loudly, with all the venomous words he could think of.

Opposite orders came out of his mouth.

He first asked Snape to poison Dumbledore by taking advantage of the opportunity to heal Dumbledore's wounds, "Let Dumbledore die, die!" Voldemort roared wildly, but it didn't take long for him to reject the idea, "Go and investigate the whereabouts of the crown," he said through gritted teeth. "We must find out whether it was destroyed or hidden... You can break into the principal's office if necessary, no, wait for my news..."

"I will arrange for Ministry spies to cooperate with your operations."

But after half a month, Voldemort seemed to be dead and there was no news at all, and Snape didn't know who the spy Voldemort was talking about. That person wouldn't come, right?

For the next few days, a restless atmosphere hung over Hogwarts.

Even though the last weekend in November is still a few days away, the students are eager to get started, often taking advantage of the opportunity to take classes at different colleges together to recruit members for their clubs.

According to Felix's observation, Gryffindor and Slytherin basically did not interact, but they both chose Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's students to start with.

Even when I went out for a walk, I could see students from different colleges whispering together.

It's just that he didn't expect that some students would hit him with ideas.

"Hi, Felix." Luna peeked out from behind a suit of armor and jumped out excitedly when she saw him.

Felix walked over, "Luna?" He looked at her in surprise. Not far from them, a group of girls hid behind the pillar and looked here.

"That's it," Luna said with a serious face, "I want to invite you to my club."

"Your club is—"

"The 'Curved Horned Snorer Must Exist' club."

"Uh—" Felixton paused and asked tentatively, "Don't you think you can recruit people and want to find me? Not impossible, but I'm a professor after all, and I recommend Warren..."

"Oh, no, I've got three of them," Luna said happily, "but with all four colleges and a professor, the club's name can be engraved on the candles in the auditorium, first come, first served. Well, I have to hurry up."

Felix was slightly taken aback, "Why didn't I know there was such a thing?"

"It's a hidden clue," Luna said.

It's a gossip, Felix said in his heart. He should have expected that, with the temperament of Hogwarts students, there will definitely be all kinds of reliable and unreliable rumors, but he didn't expect Luna to be recruited. He glanced at the students in the corner, presumably they encouraged him.

Felix thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "Since you found out, well, I promise. Don't tell anyone else."

After he left, Luna was immediately surrounded by a group of girls chatting.

"How is it, did it work?"

Luna nodded.

"Is the news true?" a girl asked.

"The professor won't let me talk." Luna replied blankly.

"Oh..." The girls looked at each other meaningfully, it seemed to be true, they left with a long tone, not knowing which professor to go to.

Felix went back to the office and thought about making a portable dementor trap, which he would sell to the Ministry of Magic and pay off the dementors. He was sitting on the sofa in a daze, without thinking for a long time, looked up and saw that Warren was sitting opposite and turning pages quickly with the "New Solution to Rune".

The subject journal was printed on behalf of Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, who sent Felix a sample each month, along with a set of The Quibbler for the month.

The Quibbler is a typical wizarding tabloid, with a modest circulation, but not a lack of readers. As Felix understood — despite Luna’s denials — the paper was positioned as entertainment news, with hilarious conspiracy theories and discussions of virtual creatures.

Of course, serious topics are sometimes discussed in a serious manner, but the conclusions are often bizarre. Felix anonymously published several small essays on it, imagining the future wizarding society. One of them is about Mars exploration:

"A wizard was about to take a Muggle-made aircraft to grow vegetables on Mars, but was stopped for carrying 300 Muggles smuggling with the Traceless Stretch Charm. The Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government claimed that the law would be amended to ban all opaque containers. As a result, hot water bottles on Mars have become a rare resource..."

The response was tepid.

However, Luna's father wrote a short story in a similar way: a fortune-teller traveled to Mars, because the 'halo' of Mars was too strong to make predictions, causing the fortune-teller to accidentally fly on a broom Hit by a meteorite.

This little story has become a popular joke at the moment. According to the closed level of the wizarding world, it is estimated that it will not be out of date for another hundred years...

Warren isn't interested in the jerky theory in Runescape, but he likes to look up the names of acquaintances on it. While looking at it, he took out his precious wand and wrote and drew in the air. Soon the office was full of crooked letters. Felix was dizzy, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the words in the air. Together, knead into a shiny little ball.

Warren cried out in dissatisfaction.

Felix threw the ball to Warren, who threw it back to him angrily, and soon the young and old were happily playing this fun (and boring) little game.

Before going to bed, Felix suddenly remembered to write a letter to his new pen pal living in Nurmengard Castle——

"...

It's not a question of courage, nor laziness, it's a question of the brain. Even if I was born in your era, I would not choose to be enemies with 600,000 wizards and 2 billion ordinary people-in my opinion, slavery is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive way-not to mention that the population of both sides has nearly tripled. times.

Speaking of doubling, I suddenly remembered a question about the expansion spell. I have a colleague who grows very special, um, very large pumpkins... Do you think eating this enchanted pumpkin for a long time will cause malnutrition? Or will it harm the soil?

I think this topic is more valuable and can be classified as Muggle studies. Or get a new name?

...

Attached to the letter are two political books, as well as an excellent newspaper that I strongly recommend - "The Quibbler", which sells more than 500 copies in a single day, and is very worth reading. "

After writing the letter, Felix raised his head and straightened his waist. Warren, who was lying across from the desk, immediately closed the diary and looked at him vigilantly.

Felix pouted, wondering which unlucky guy in the school was defeated by Warren this time. It's a pity that he only saw two names, one is Astoria, and the other is Mafalda...

A little bit of Kavin, writing chapters daily as a transition.