A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Felix Hepp?"

Nicole Noel repeated the person's self-introduction in a low voice, and suddenly waved his wand, the air made a "whoosh" sound, and then, a sharp sound like a sharp blade slicing through a piece of paper exploded in his ear.

But these magics of hers didn't hurt anyone, and they didn't even fly very far.

Three or four feet in front of the woman, several dazzling bright lights erupted out of thin air, and a solid stone wall emerged, deflecting the spell. Nicole Noel was taken aback, what level of Transfiguration is this? She backed away subconsciously—

There was another wall behind it. Her wandless hand touched the rough, cold rock face, and her heart sank like a drowning person. All her senses told her that the wall was so real that she couldn't see the slightest flaw, and she even suspected that the person in front of her was pretending to be Dumbledore. But something happened that she couldn't understand. The solid wall that had blocked the spell was quickly stripped of color and turned into simple lines like fine brushwork. Felix Hepp's statue-like figure loomed.

Finally, those lines also flickered a few times and melted into the darkness.

Nicole Noel stared at Felix's silver eyes and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Your eyes... you also have the gift of prophecy?"

"Did you say Grindelwald? His eyes used to be similar to mine?" Felix asked with interest, "I didn't find it with his colleagues for more than a month, and I thought they were always blue."

"No, you are not like him," Nicole Noel whispered. "He has only one eye that is a different color, which represents a rare gift of prophecy."

"It turned out to be so." Felixston paused and made a thankful voice, "So, can we have a good chat now? You don't seem to intend to hide your identity. It's simple, there are a lot of saints, But because of this, I'm not good at judging relatives and distances... It's great that you can take the initiative to show up."

"You don't want to know any secrets from me." Nicole Noel said warily.

"Even if it's been half a century?" Felix asked.

"For some, our careers never ended, just dormant for a while."

"Ah, I see, you're here to find the leader," Felix said. After being silent for a while, he asked again in the wary eyes on the opposite side, "I'm curious, how does it feel to believe in a person unconditionally?"

Anger flared in the woman's eyes, "Are you kidding me? It's very rude and doesn't match your international reputation."

"No, no, I'm really interested... Among the groups I've come into contact with, it is said that only the Saints have strong cohesion, and of course, I mean the core of the Saints. Do you know the Death Eaters? These two It seems completely impossible to compare them together.”

"Death Eaters?" the woman sneered. "What is that?"

Felix smiled. "So? What does that feel like? Giving some of your own destiny to someone else's control, like Muggle beliefs?"

Nicole Noel stared at him for a while, and after a while, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"So it is," she said with a sigh.

Felix had just the right amount of questioning, but the woman kept her mouth shut.

A moment of silence. Then--

"I want to meet Mr. Grindelwald."

"I'm afraid I'll let you down, Mr. Grindelwald...well, he's already in charge of the coach, and he won't bother about the past. It's best not to disturb him. It's good for him and you."

The atmosphere was tense again. "You're going against the saints?" Nicole Noel said proudly and indifferently.

"But ma'am, how many people can you represent?"

"It's beyond your imagination." Nicole Noel snapped, "I admit that you are very powerful, but how many people can you deal with? One thousand or two thousand? Or tens of thousands of wizards? Back then, the entire wizarding world did not dare to judge All saints, do you think you can represent those two million wizards?"

"Tsk, do you want me to remind you that Grindelwald was locked up for half a century?"

"He did it of his own accord!" exclaimed Nicole Noll, eyes bright, "but he's out now. There's no one in this world who can stand up to the Saints, not even Dumbledore, he's just playing tricks. Conspiracy, framing. Mr. Hepp, if you join us, you will be used. This is the only way to keep Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the British wizarding world from falling into ruin—"

"Interesting. Are you implying that you have plans to start a wizarding war?"

Felix said with a slight smile, but his tone softened. "You know what I saw, ma'am? A bluffing threat, you're lying, you can only speak for yourself. And the mention of the Saints—"

The pupils in his eyes were completely occupied by the silver light, and the shrinking rune book rose and fell in the silver mist, with rune symbols flickering around it. This thing is different from the coming-of-age gift Felix gave to Hermione-Hermione's hand was empty, and she needed to fill in and infuse her own understanding of ancient Rune, while Felix's hand was the most powerful Rune Master. A powerful source of power.

The surroundings became shadowy, icy black walls were looming, and there were noisy voices in the ears of the two, and the young students passed in front of them and disappeared. Walls joined together, windows, stairs, towers appeared one after another, and the overgrown woodland was quickly covered by tens of thousands of feet of castle complexes.

Nicole Noel turned back stiffly, and the cold air he exhaled condensed on the illusory window, reflecting a fearful face. She turned and looked at Felix halfway down the hallway.

"I don't know how many people I can deal with. Do you want someone to try it out?"

A moment of silence.

"Sorry, I'm a little excited." Felix said, the magnificent castle in front of him disappeared little by little. "But I hate being threatened," he muttered. Especially the threats that could be fulfilled, the woman in front of him couldn't do, but maybe Grindelwald could.

He really wanted to attract thousands of wizards in one breath, and he had no choice but to escape.

"Anyway, your plan has failed, ma'am. Come with me and I'll turn you over to the British Ministry of Magic."

Fluttering, a brown owl swirled and fell.

The two looked at the owl at the same time, threw a letter at Nicole Noel's feet, and flew away without looking back. Be sure to eat more owl food afterwards.

The woman glanced at Felix and saw that Felix was unresponsive, so she picked up the letter, tore it open, pulled out the parchment inside, and read the contents.

In just a few lines, she read it several times. She slumped weakly on the ground, her face pale, and her eyes seemed to lose focus.

"Grindelwald's reply? So you have contacted him. What did he say?"

Nicole Noel closed his eyes, and the letter was wrinkled by her.

"That's it... You can leave, Ms. Noel, and don't come back again." Felix issued an expulsion order.

"You're not catching me?" Nicole Noel asked weakly, opening her eyes.

"No need," Felix said, disappearing suddenly.

The wind whistled, and Nicole Noel stayed where he was, looking in the direction of Hogwarts Castle before leaving for a long time.

"The old man is really charming, and there are people who can't forget it for so many years."

Felix clicked his tongue in amazement, twisting an illusory piece of paper with his fingers. He shook his head and disappeared again, this time for real.

Grindelwald's refusal to come out is a positive signal. He doesn't need to make extra efforts. Who knows what the relationship between these two people used to be. Maybe they are a couple? Felix just weighed it a bit and gave up throwing the hot potato to Ms. Burns.

She's been stressed enough lately, and adding more weight, Felix fears she'll go on strike.

It's business as usual at Hogwarts this new week. Apart from--

"Potter," said Grindelwald, standing on the podium, flipping through a handed in paper, "can you tell me what you wrote?"

Harry rose slowly from his seat and said reluctantly, "Homework, sir."

"So you know," Grindelwald said softly. "You're not serious, Potter, so it's a pity you're going to be detained."

"But, sir—" Harry said in disbelief.

"I'll listen to your explanation in the office, but not now, don't delay the others," said Grindelwald, as usual. "We'll continue with the class."

Harry sat back in his chair angrily, and Ron and Hermione gave him sympathetic looks. This is not the first time this has happened. Professor Bagshot did not relax his requirements because of his acquaintance with Harry, but became more and more strict.

Many times, for the same paper, changing the name may be passed, but on Harry it is 'full of loopholes'. I just didn't expect it to be the level of detention.

"...because your skills in 'pretending to be Muggle identities' are so mediocre, you fail more than half. A wand, which could lead to a deadly counterattack."

"We've learned last lesson that regular firearms go faster than the speed of sound, does anyone remember what that number was?—very good, Miss Granger—and wizards in general, I mean those who are proficient at casting silent spells. Those, the average speed is only about one-third, unless you are an archmage and can control the magic power beyond your body, you can only listen to my lesson honestly..."

"It is safer to detect danger in advance than to deal with it head-on. A more effective method is to use magic such as supersense spells to enhance one's own perception and detect the existence of danger in advance."

"Now two people are in a group, one standing with their backs facing the other, the former uses a super sense spell, the latter condenses the spell on the tip of the stick, but don't launch it... Let me see, how far you can do it."