A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When he woke up, Felix was awakened by a loud noise in the castle.

He shook his head, and the castle in front of him seemed to have his own emotions. He knew it was an illusion, but the feeling was fascinating, Felix thought as he washed up, like every brick in the school had come to life and couldn't wait to be part of a big party.

Today is the last weekend of November, and it is also the day when the school promises to recruit new students to the student body that has been approved by the student union. Although Felix didn't think it was necessary—many clubs had already started robbing people several days in advance, and now it was estimated that they had recruited enough, the emotion he felt when he woke up seemed to indicate that he had guessed wrong before.

Felix packed up and took Warren to the auditorium, finding that he still underestimated the enthusiasm of the students.

The auditorium was full of people, already packed with students. Felix subconsciously switched to the perspective of a dementor. Looking around, he felt as if he was in a sea of ​​joy. Four long tables were piled up to the corners of the wall, and in their place were booths that looked like reefs. With these booths as the center, waves of water with strong emotions were aroused. There were colorful flags and shouts everywhere.

Felix paced to the corner of the auditorium. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were standing together. Professor McGonagall's face was a little stiff, and it was difficult for her to turn a blind eye to the ubiquitous violations in front of her.

"Oh, Minerva, don't be too strict," said the good-natured Professor Flitwick. He took out his wand and waved it a few times in the air like a conductor. From the tip of the wand, strips of colored ribbons and A flock of chirping birds flew in the air in neat formations, circling around him every now and then when they caught a single student.

Felix narrowed his eyes. It seemed to be a group of young eagles? Beneath the golden soft down is a fine layer of bronze feathers.

He was dazed, and he suddenly remembered that when the first year of school started, he had made similar changes to the auditorium. He made a big green snake on the ceiling, and Severus also participated... Felix grinned and stretched out. With a finger, a huge bird snake condensed in the air.

Bird head, slender neck, blue-green plumage, free-spreading wings and gleaming feathers, amber serene eyes as he leans down.

The students in the auditorium were quiet for a while, and then they discussed more, chattering non-stop.

"Bird snake! I've only seen it in pictures, I didn't expect the real thing to be so beautiful." Justin Finchley said with admiration.

"I've seen them in classroom seven," Susan Burns said, but she was also staring at the ceiling. "They're hidden in bamboo forests, and ceramic towns."

"What's that?" Justin asked.

"A town made entirely of porcelain, and Professor Heppe's memory even invited me to play, saying yes-" Susan Burns thought for a while, "Internal testing. That's right, that's the word. Son."

"Internal testing?" Justin somewhat understood the meaning of the word, "sounds interesting, don't know when it will open."

On the other side, Professor McGonagall glared at Felix, very uncomfortable with his polite and provocative eyes, her chest bulged, and finally she waved her wand sharply, and the chair in the corner was magical. Turning somersaults and rushing out, turned into large and small golden lions.

When Dumbledore appeared, the auditorium was full of chaos: golden eagles soared around, blue-green feathered birds and snakes carried a few students overhead, and a group of badgers crouched on the wall, eyes not blinking. Blink staring at Peeves below.

Peeves was dressed up and floated in the air with a naive look, and he miraculously didn't do anything to spoil the atmosphere.

It's just one thing, Peeves feels happy with the thoughts delivered by the students in the auditorium.

Dumbledore's feet felt a grinding touch, he lowered his head, and a fluffy little lion was looking up at him.

Dumbledore smiled, took out his wand and pointed down, with him at the center, the dark and cold floor turned into a grass-green blanket. Amid the cheers, Dumbledore left politely, looking for the crowd as he walked, and soon he found the very conspicuous man.

"Severus," Dumbledore and Snape stood side by side, taking in the hustle and bustle of the auditorium, fiddling with his thumbs, "if I'm going to a big party, I'd never wear it. A black robe."

"It's a pity I only have this color," Snape said coldly.

"Sometimes it's good to change things up. What do you think of silver? Or green?" Dumbledore finished, staring at the students walking around the auditorium, and after a while he said softly, "Look out for Felix."

"Who?"

"Felix, Felix Happ," Dumbledore said almost in a whisper.

"Are you crazy, Dumbledore?" Snape shouted. A dozen feet away, a student holding up a Muggle movie poster shook his hands in fright. The poster fluttered and landed at his feet. Snape stared at the movie title on it with disgust, "The Lion King? The Lion King?"

The student picked up the poster in trepidation and ran away in a hurry.

Snape calmed down, but his tone was even harsher, and he said in a low voice, "Are you so confused?"

Dumbledore showed a helpless expression, "I'm really old, but I'm not confused." But Snape still looked at him, as if to see if he was disguised by someone else. normal.

Dumbledore knew he had to give an explanation. He looked at the Weasley twins who were waving a huge flag in the distance, and sighed: "Felix is ​​doing something very dangerous."

"What is it?" Snape asked subconsciously. "Breaching Ministry of Magic law? Has he done less of the law?"

"No, Severus, it's much more serious than that," said Dumbledore, "when it comes to a man, you just need to know: he's more dangerous than Voldemort in a way... Anyway, I can't Make accurate judgments. You were his teacher, and only you know him best."

"No one knows Felix Happ," Snape said maliciously. "I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly gave you a life-sucking spell."

"Honestly, I don't really care about that," Dumbledore said with a smile. "So, pay more attention to him, okay?"

...

Fred and George were standing on a wooden box with a row of empty butterbeer bottles in front of them. Seven or eight junior wizards squatted in front of the bottles, looking at the clusters of fireworks that kept exploding in the bottles, showing envious expressions. expression.

"Fireworks in a bottle!" Fred said happily, "As long as you sign up, you can get one for free." He pointed to the poster hanging on the side, flashing colorful characters on it - "Swear to guard the school rules!"

A student carefully reads the introduction section below the big print: Are you still troubled by the cumbersome school rules? Or get demerited and incarcerated for breaking school rules, and have been embarrassed since then? Have you ever been ridiculed by your peers for your lame foul play? If you have the same confusion, all the answers are in the "Swear to Guard School Rules Club", which will take you to interpret the school rules one by one, and make an authoritative analysis of the new items added every year! Let you calmly face seven years of school life!

The student always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw a face with a bright smile. "How is it?" George squeezed his eyes and said, "Are you excited? Still hesitating? It's a rare opportunity, my friend, you can sign up first. We provide three training courses for free. If you have talent, you can quickly understand the essence... …”

Two minutes later, the boy left blankly holding a Butterbeer bottle.

"Be careful not to break the bottle!" George reminded kindly behind him, then sighed contentedly. A deliberately low voice suddenly said in his ear, "What will happen if you break it?" George was startled, and turned his head to look at the two students who were covering him tightly.

"Harry? Ron?" George said in surprise.

"It's us," Harry muttered.

George looked at them up and down for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "Hermione has been looking for you..."

"Yeah, we know," said Ron vaguely. "We dodged twice."

Harry looked over his shoulder and could see the four booths of 'Frontline Lookout', 'S.P.E.W.', 'The Crooked Snorer Must Exist', and 'Harry Potter Admirer's Club' came together and formed a building. Loose squares, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Creevey brothers are in full swing.

Harry shuddered, knowing that the Creevey Brothers booth was full of pictures with 'Harry Potter' faces on them. The picture of him fighting the fire dragon hangs at the top, and I don't know how Creevey took it. His head occupies one third of the picture, and the other two thirds are the hideous Hungarian Hornets, Ron and He. Min clapped her hands in the corner, like an audience member who strayed into the scene...

A group of people gathered around and pointed. Harry was horrified to find that - Draco Malfoy was staring at his picture, his face undisguised with contempt, not far from him, Mafalda excitedly pulled Dennis Creevey and asked. West, Dennis introduced her enthusiastically, and then she took out a small green notebook and a quill.

"Do you mind if I take notes?"

"Oh, of course not."

Two high-pitched voices entered Harry's ears through the noisy auditorium.

Of the two, Malfoy and Mafalda, Harry wasn't sure who he didn't want to see this scene, if it was before this school year, it would definitely be Draco Malfoy, because he would definitely make up a scene. A bunch of bullshit to mock him, but now Harry hesitated - he had no idea what story Mafalda was going to make up.

Then he found something even more frightening. Professor Hepp and Sirius walked over together, stopped in front of the 'Harry Potter Admirer's Club', and looked at the photos on the screen with interest. Sirius' eyes seemed to be in Glowing...

"Hi, Harry." Harry was slapped suddenly on the shoulder, making him shudder. Looking back, it was Luna.

"Why are you here?" Harry said in a low voice. I deeply regret that I didn't take a sip of Fuling before I came.

"Hermione has been looking for you," Luna said. "I thought she was too busy, so I volunteered to help."

"A lot of people signed up?" Ron asked in surprise. Is S.P.E.W. so popular?

"Yeah, they're almost too busy." Luna said with big eyes.

Even though there was no reproach in Luna's tone, Harry felt a faint sense of guilt, whether it was for Hermione or Neville. After all, he was the founder of the 'Frontline Watch Station', but now he's leaving it all to others.

There was a slight hesitation in Harry's heart, but when he saw Professor Hepp walking past, the hesitation was immediately thrown into the clouds. If the professor asked him about the 'Harry Potter Admirer's Club', he would definitely will die of shame.

...

"May I interview you?" Mafalda asked.

"What? Me?" Dennis Creevey looked at her bewildered, and Mafalda nodded. "Oh, okay."

"Which grade are you in?"

"second grade."

"So you enrolled last year?" Mafalda said excitedly.

"Yeah, I took that photo." Dennis proudly pointed to the photo of the Hungarian wasp.

On the other side, Sirius happily signed the registration form, "Is this all right?"

"Of course!" Colin Creevey said excitedly. He got under the cupboard and took out a big box. "All the photos are in there. They were all carefully selected by me."

Sirius happily left with a full set of photos of his godson.

"Dennis! I can't believe it, our club has a professor!" Colin screamed. He turned to hug his brother, only to find that Dennis was gone. He glanced left and right, Dennis was being A girl was chatting near the deserted S.P.E.W. booth.

Hermione, Neville and Ginny, were handing out 'Frontline Lookout' fliers and occasionally dealing with "What is a Crooked Snorer?" Hermione's expression was bulging. In order not to delay things, she deliberately put the two clubs together. As a result, there was no one on her side, and none of the three freshmen promised before came today! On the contrary, the 'Frontline Lookout Station' was very popular, and there was an endless stream of inquiries, and the registration form quickly filled up a thick pile.

Hermione looked out gloomily at the chaotic auditorium, thinking sadly: Music, movies, magic drawings, and rough fights were more appealing than a house-elf advocacy society.

At this moment, a black, chubby little guy suddenly jumped onto the table.

"Haw?"

"Warren?" Hermione raised her head and saw that Warren was holding a special wand in one hand, the tip of the wand flashing fluorescent light, it looked like she was waving two glow sticks. "Oh." Hermione felt warm in her heart, and she picked up Warren and rubbed her face, "patta—" A small notebook the size of a palm fell out of the sniffing pocket and spread out on the table.

"Master's Diary?" Hermione barely made out the crooked letters on the book. She looked at Warren in confusion, and Warren wrenched her hand away in embarrassment and picked up the small book she had dropped. Turned away. Hermione thought for a few seconds, then pursed her lips and smiled.

"What is this?" a voice asked.

"Frontline Lookout Station, you can think of it as an Auror reserve. Although it is spontaneous, we will try our best to provide professional training and..." Hermione said the line subconsciously, "Uh, Professor?"

Felix smiled and nodded at her.

"No one cares?" he asked, looking at the stack of blank registration forms on the table.

"Maybe it's really out of place," said Hermione dejectedly.

"If you just want to attract some members, you can try the Weasley twins," Felix said. He and Hermione looked in the direction of the 'Swear to Keep the School Rules' club, which was overcrowded and in stark contrast to this side.

"But I don't want to—" Hermione said, biting her lip in a tangled voice.

"Hello?" A voice interjected, and Mafalda looked at them pokingly. She had just made an interview with Dennis, and then she kept executing the scheduled plan. "Can I get a registration form?"

Hermione stared at her, "You want to join S.P.E.W.?"

Mafalda shrugged. "If you agree—"

"Agreed!" Hermione said immediately. "You're also interested in house-elves? What do you think? Actually I think the name is a bit outdated, but it's a good first goal for an organization...I mean Yes, different from my original idea, I hope that the new regulations can unite all creatures with human-like intelligence, and everyone can take what they need from each other. Even in terms of force, wizards have an absolute advantage, but this is the time to show grace... …”

Felix turned the quill in his hand and listened silently, his assistant seemed to be perfecting his ideas all the time. In his opinion, equality of rights is unnecessary, and he will not do such a thankless thing anyway. But there is still value in eliminating hatred and building pan-magical alliances led by wizards.

After thinking about it, he took out a registration form and filled it out.

Mafalda wasn't quite used to Hermione's enthusiasm. "Oh, uh," she said hesitantly, "there's something better to tell you. Including you, I've joined twenty-seven clubs...  "

The joy on Hermione's face froze.

"Are you kidding? Or did you add all the clubs you can sign up for?"

"Of course not!" Mafalda said angrily, "I'll definitely have a chat before joining, at least make sure they're not on a whim..." Her voice was getting lower and lower, and it sounded unconvincing.

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally Hermione gave in. She said wearily, "Okay, here's the form for you... wait, someone has filled it out... Professor?" Hermione looked around, only to see Harry and Ron sneaking up on the other side , they almost mummified themselves.

"You—still—know—come back?" Hermione yelled at them.

"The professor has left?" Harry and Ron avoided looking at her. Harry said guiltily, "Great, uh, I mean...why are you here?" He turned to stare at Mafalda.

Mafalda raised her face proudly.