A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The students left one by one with their documents, and the last person to leave closed the door.

"boom."

The staff lounge fell silent, except for Professor Binns leaning against the fire, snoring one after another, with a serene demeanor. However, this tranquility was quickly broken, and Felix leaned back in the chair, "Want a cup of tea, everyone?"

Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Grindelwald looked up, with different expressions.

"I don't mind," said Grindelwald calmly. "You can write the probation report whenever you want."

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes immediately moved away from Felix, as if he had found a new focus. "I have to remind you, Professor Bagshot, that you've been putting this off for weeks." "Thank you, Minerva," said Grindelwald politely, "I just think about something new. comprehend..."

"It seems that Mr. Bagshot is still a perfectionist," Snape said flatly. "It's a pity I haven't heard of your reputation before."

"I haven't been in the UK for long, it's too cramped and the weather is not good," Grindelwald said.

"Crack."

Several people turned their heads, and Felix bit off half of the crispy biscuit with a calm air. Just as they were talking, three plates of pastries, two pots of hot tea and four cups had been placed on the table, "I don't think Professor Binns needs to be considered for the time being, unless any of you want him to join the chat..."

No one paid him any attention.

Grindelwald poured himself a cup of honey tea, Snape stared at the light halo on the table, the fourth plate was trying to break free from the table, Felix pushed the ice jelly with the smiling cat face Go to Professor McGonagall to make room for the jam donuts.

"A different kind of food summoning spell?" Snape asked.

"I invented it," Felix said. "The secret is to negotiate with the house-elves beforehand... I added an aperture on purpose to make it look more magical."

Professor McGonagall disagreed.

"Felix," she looked down at the fluffy cat jelly for a while, then pursed her lips and said, "I have to communicate with you about the teaching plan, Animagus' transformation is extremely dangerous—"

"Minerva, I trust your eyesight, the two of us are watching," Felix said, "and I still stand by my point that the biggest obstacle for Animagus is not the tedious prep work, but It's how to control the wildness that comes out of your heart when you first transform, 90% of the danger happens at this stage."

"I totally agree, Felix," said Professor McGonagall, before asking suspiciously, "You master the Animagus too?" She had thought that Felix was just organizing the study notes that the Black family had passed down through the ages. Again, give it to students.

"That's it."

"That's it?" Professor McGonagall gasped and knocked over the cup in front of her. She waved her wand and the cup immediately returned to its original shape. Without looking at it, she asked, "What is your deformed form?"

"A swift," Felix said without hesitation.

"I've never seen your name in an announcement from the Animagus Registry," Professor McGonagall said solemnly. Have you become an illegal Animagus right under your nose?"

"Cough, to be precise...I don't know if I'm practicing Animagus. As for registration...Miss Granger has been too busy recently, so I'm too embarrassed to bother her." Felix began to make up nonsense. .

Professor McGonagall stared at Felix, his chest heaving rhythmically.

Snape and Grindelwald were silent at this time, silently eavesdropping on the conversation between them. As far as Snape knew, Felix hadn't studied Animagus during his school days, at least not in school. Because his mouth has never been idle, he always keeps asking questions. He remembers that Felix also got a nickname for this, it seems to be called... the wandering Sphinx?

But he is not allowed to take a vacation or do something privately after graduation. It is entirely possible.

Grindelwald was reminded of Dumbledore's Animagus.

"...So, if students have experienced this feeling of being on the verge of losing control, it helps to keep them sane when the real Animagus is transformed." Seeing that Professor McGonagall didn't let go, Felix moved towards Nepennu mouth.

"But," Snape said slowly, putting down his teacup, "don't tell me how you're going to grasp the middle scale...you got inspiration from that Death Eater punishing students for breaking the rules."

Felix knew that the Death Eater he was referring to was little Crouch, who had disguised himself as Moody and turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret shortly after school started.

"That's right," said Professor McGonagall, with a quiver in his voice. "I don't think you'll forget the bad experience of the witch Hicks Crawryn?"

Felix looked at her suspiciously.

"what is that?"

"Clarion is a witch of the twenties, she made a serious mistake during the first Animagus transformation, and she was shocked by the uncontrollable wildness in her heart. Her family did not realize that something was wrong until a week later, Realizing that there was a storm during that time, and their daughter was practicing Animagus during that time..."

"and then?"

"They found Clarion and restored her to her human form, but she was completely delirious and took three months of treatment at St. Mungo's to recover," Professor McGonagall said solemnly. "She was even lucky. There is evidence that more than seven disappearances of wizards over the past century are suspected to be related to the failed Animagus transformation."

Felix was thoughtful.

"I think this story tells us how important it is to have a solid brain and friends...Minerva, I'm more curious about how Clarion's parents found her, because as usual, she was in a state of A real beast is no different."

Professor McGonagall gave him a stern look and said angrily.

"Because Clarion's parents insisted on casting the magic of forced appearance on every animal they saw for three days, and then a kilometer away, they found a cow happily eating wild strawberries. The stripes are exactly the same as my daughter's favorite dress..."

"...The recovered Clarion was terrified of that experience and refused to perform the Animagus Transfiguration for the rest of her life, so the Ministry of Magic did not register her name."

Maybe that deformed form is really useless... Felix thought to himself, and he said in a relaxed tone:

"Okay, I admit that the story is scary, and the feeling of being out of control is terrible, but you don't think you can let the students run away with the two of us around? If you really insist, we can set up a control group— Come to think of it, Minerva, we are perfectly capable of keeping the danger within reasonable limits, and if successful, the new practice method will greatly improve the safety of the Animagus itself."

After a moment of silence, Professor McGonagall's will loosened.

Although she is usually a bit old-fashioned, it is a habit developed in the face of naughty students. She herself also has Ravenclaw qualities, and she was almost assigned to Ravenclaw when she was admitted. Her attitude towards knowledge is straight-forward, and she never lacks courage.

Otherwise she wouldn't have mastered Animagus.

What made her hesitate was that she wasn't sure whether and how much to risk students. She looked at Felix, who smiled confidently.

"Then get your plan out," said Professor McGonagall. "I won't agree to the slightest problem."

"No problem," Felix said happily, "I bet those students won't read the material at all, so we have a lot of time..."

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"It's so lively, I heard it outside," the bloated Slughorn squeezed in breathlessly, holding a small fruit basket in his hand, "So you are hiding here, I said how to find it after dinner. No one..." When he saw Grindelwald, an alert expression appeared on his face.

"Horace," said Professor McGonagall, with a faint blush on his face. "Is someone sending you something?"

"Well, you say that?" Slughorn murmured, rarely bragging about his connections, but fiddling with the buttons on his vest, "From Carlotta Pinkstone, I I knew her when I was young, and she wasn't so crazy back then...stubborn."

He put the small flower basket on the table and tore the wrapper to reveal the candy canes inside.

"Ah, it's my favorite... You're welcome." He said, his fat fingers nimbly picked up a piece of dried pineapple sprinkled with frosting, poured himself a cup of tea with his other free hand, lowered his head and gently Taking a sniff, "Honey tea is a perfect match."

"So, what are you guys talking about? If you don't mind, I'd like to introduce you to the little party I'm preparing for Christmas, where a lot of celebrities will be invited," he glanced at Felix.

"Thanks, Horace." Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly. She and Slughorn had been colleagues for many years and knew the temperament of the Potions Master very well. "It can be seen that retirement for many years has not made your teaching ability unfamiliar, and you are still able to handle it with ease."

"To be honest, I'm not used to it." Slughorn said with a smile: "It's changed a lot from before my retirement. For example... all good seedlings have been picked away. This is natural, and there are a lot of them in the school. Excellent colleagues..."

In the evening, Harry, Ron and Ginny trudged back to the common room after finishing their Quidditch training.

"Did the training go well?" Hermione asked as she read the Animagos profile. She waved her wand, and the dirt and gray face of the three of Harry's bodies became clean and fresh. She is now proficient at using silent spells.

"Thanks," Ginny said feebly. "Everyone's condition is ups and downs except Harry and Katie. If we're lucky, we can score an amazing score; She shrugged.

Harry was too tired to talk, he had been shouting tactics all day, his throat seemed to be wrong, and it hurt even to swallow.

Hermione raised her head and glanced at them, and said calmly, "Although it's a bit inhumane, I suggest you set aside some time to read the information the professor has given us, and don't prepare anything by then—"

"Hermione, we know what to do." Ron slumped on the sofa chair and said carelessly, "The most important thing right now is Quidditch! You don't understand, we're in a fight with Malfoy, and I'd dream of it Bludger hit him in the face."

"Are you going to take the batsman's job? What about the goal, let it learn how to dodge the Quaffle?" said Hermione sharply.

Harry smiled silently, but quickly withdrew his smile, thinking it would be wise to keep Ron fighting.

"So I told Perks and Gut about my dreams in detail," said Ron, rolling his eyes, as Hermione pulled a book from the stack and read it in the middle. "They were so inspired and decided to make my wish come true. No thanks, Harry." He waved at Harry.

Hermione snorted, then leaned over to grab another book, counted the pages carefully, and lowered her head to take notes.

"Hermione, how did you do that?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"Oh, what?"

"Read several books at the same time."

"They were meant to be together," Hermione explained. "Don't you get used to the professor's style? He always likes—"

"There's still a note?" Ginny leaned over, looked at the document placed directly in front of Hermione, and asked curiously, and then she read out what she saw, "For reasons to stay calm, read Chapter 12 'Don't study magic when you're in a bad mood' of the Spell Experiments Council

Harry exclaimed in disbelief, "All this stuff in the files?" He felt his throat start to smoke.

"Almost every page has... oh, it's just the first third, the part that Professor McGonagall provided has no annotations, she wrote it all on it. In fact, Professor McGonagall only added safety matters and failure cases, and her Personal review notes."

Several people looked at each other. After a long time - "Bang!" Ron rolled over from behind his chair with a loud bang.

"Are you all right, Ron?" Harry pulled him off the ground half-concernedly, half-jokingly, and Ron stood up with a look of shock on his face.

"I'm still thinking about waiting for the game to end, staying up late to read the materials, but I can't read it now." Ron said with a pale face, and then said as if he had seen a savior, "Her, Hermione, you must lend us your notes. ."

...

Almost in the blink of an eye, the time has come to the weekend.

The ceiling of the auditorium is a blue sky and white clouds, which means today is a good day. When Harry and the others came down, the Gryffindor students greeted warmly. Harry also saw Luna. He sincerely hoped that a miracle would happen. For example, Professor McGonagall wanted to host the game on a whim... …

When he changed into his uniform in the locker room and strode into the court with the terrified players, the cold wind ruffled his hair, and his heart was completely calmed down.