A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the headmaster's office, Phoenix whispered in Dumbledore's ear.

"Gellert was taken away? Well...the attitude of those people is very bad, Fox, we can't expect everyone to think the same way. They just do business." Dumbledore comforted softly, Fox lowered his head, Let him touch his feathers.

Felix brushed the air in front of him, and a mirror appeared out of thin air.

Magic symbols flickered on the edge of the mirror, and the mirror surface was rippling like water waves. Penetrating through the layers of fog, a still image was revealed: it was a grassy field with a huge Ouroboros hanging in the air.

Dumbledore stared at the mirror, and after a moment he cheered up.

"Felix, it's just the two of us now, and I have something to tell you while Harry needs some time."

Felix glanced uneasily at Fox, who shrank pitifully.

"I happen to have something to ask—is it worth it, Albus?"

Dumbledore smiled lightly.

"Just a year ago, around this time, Voldemort asked me the same question." He looked at the scene in the mirror and said with some difficulty: "My answer was the same as then: it was worth it."

Felix frowned.

"I thought you would come up with a better way, instead of one life for another...plus two soul projections."

"It's a necessary price to pay... for the greater good."

"I can't think of any 'interest' greater than an archmage." Felix said calmly: "You showed me that prophecy. You know better than me how much an archmage has in the current situation. important."

"But the question is, what do people want from me?" said Dumbledore lightly. "Wisdom? Force? Prestige? I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to their expectations even if I'm intact."

"You did it half a century ago." Felix raised his voice slightly. "I remember a book calling you the 'protector of Muggles and Muggle-born wizards'."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

"You said it too - just to protect people and nothing else. You should know what happened to me - my sister became a mute, my poor father died tragically in Azkaban, my mother took care of Ali Anna lost her life - knew the source of all this pain. Felix, I was full of resentment, I hope you understand what the word means, so I hit it off with Gellert. At that time, the level of danger I was in No less than Gellert!"

Felix let out a light breath, dispelling the chill in his heart.

"Are you afraid of being the second Grindelwald?"

"Yes, I am afraid," Dumbledore said frankly. "Only I know how close I am to crossing that step. I have never thought about abusing Muggles, but I tacitly acquiesce that some innocent people will be hurt. The number grew bigger and bigger as I discussed with Gellert, and yet I numbed my conscience with empty excuses. So reality hit me hard. I came to my senses, but the price was too great to bear...  So I always remind myself that I can't have rights, only school is right for me."

"In the years since then I have sheltered young wizards from Muggle families as much as possible, against Muggle abuse, against war, have you noticed, Felix? All of this is natural under the normal operation of the Statute of Secrecy. Happened. But when it all reversed? If the tragedies that happened to me came to me again and again, if I had the right to control the world, would I still be able to keep a clear head? Lost wisdom, force And prestige is a hazard."

Tears fell from the tip of his nose.

Felix's heart seemed to be blocked by something.

A moment of silence. At this time, Harry appeared in the picture, looking up at the Ouroboros in mid-air-he could clearly perceive that this huge patron saint had a part of his own magic and emotions.

Dumbledore held out his hand, "I think it's time to transfer the spell."

"Is there still time?" Felix asked in a low voice.

He looked into the mirror, and Harry waved his wand in the picture. The huge Ouroboros twisted and froze for a while. The Ouroboros suddenly collapsed and scattered into a silver rain. Such as the morning mist in the mountains and forests, when the sun shines, it instantly vanishes into nothingness.

"Enough is enough, it's actually very simple." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "It's just that when the spell is transferred, my magic power must be removed first, and then replaced with yours. This may take a few hours."

"Then let's start." Felix lowered his eyes and said, he knew that he had taken over a heavy responsibility from Dumbledore.

...

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago, and something far-reaching in the future is about to happen.

"Ron? Hermione? Why are you here?" Harry shook Snape's greasy hair uncomfortably, surprised to see the two trotting up the stairs.

Ron was dumbfounded, apparently not expecting to bump into Snape. Hermione stammered, "Yes, I'm sorry, Professor Snape, we wanted to come up and see - oh, I mean, we've maintained order as the professors told us, and now all the underclassmen are back The lounge is over, only some of the seniors are still in the auditorium, and they don't want to leave—"

Harry blinked, almost forgetting that he was holding Snape's face now.

"I see," he said calmly. After that, keep going down.

"It's incredible to have escaped like this!" Ron patted his chest and said in fear, "I thought I would definitely be punished, if I get locked up, the last vacation of the semester will be lost - what's the matter with you, He Min?"

Hermione stared blankly at the corner of the stairs where Harry had just disappeared.

"It's strange that Professor Snape called us by our names."

"Oh! It's really strange to say that." Ron scratched his head. "But we'd better meet Harry first. Even if we don't see him, we can ask other professors about the situation."

"Well, you're right," said Hermione, and the two continued upstairs.

At the same time, in a room on the second floor of the castle with doors and windows closed, Professor McGonagall kept wringing his fingers in the dark, occasionally glancing at the comatose man on the sofa - not long ago, they were colleagues.

knock knock!

The knock on the door woke her up. She took out the lace handkerchief, wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and returned to her usual solemn appearance. Then she opened the door to the office, and outside stood Professor Sprout.

"Pomona, you're back! Oh, and you, please come in—"

Professor Sprout walked in and exchanged glances with McGonagall. A dark-skinned man came in after him. He didn't look young anymore, with a serious face, the wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his drooping mouth curved in the same arc. Wearing a brooch, his grey curls were clinging to the top of his head when he came in and took off his hat.

Without waiting for Professor Sprout's introduction, he offered to extend a hand.

"Hello, I'm Babajid Akinbad."

Professor McGonagall was slightly surprised, "The new president of the International Federation of Wizards?" Babajid nodded, when four capable wizards in formal suits also entered, "They are from the law enforcement team I brought here. Team member, in charge of this escort operation - Rodney." He said calmly, and a middle-aged wizard walked to the sofa and lit his wand to check the unconscious Grindelwald.

"Go away, you ugly bird," the team member said, and Fox, who was the light source in the room, glared at him disapprovingly.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Can you turn on the lights?" Babajid said. "It's a little dark. My team might not be able to see."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said nothing. She took out her wand and waved, and soft light fell from the ceiling, and the office suddenly became very bright.

"Magic lamp?" Babajid said with interest: "I've been looking for a chance to chat with Mr. Hepp about that...and of course Dumbledore, I hope to hear his wisdom, but business important."

Sprout suddenly let out a scream, and the two turned to look, and Sprout stammered: "He, he used a stinging spell."

"Mr. Arginbad, your law enforcement process is too rough. This is abuse." Professor McGonagall said with a stern face.

"No, it's a necessary check, Professor," said the team member with a grin, and he looked up. "No problem! He slept soundly, and then the Binding Charm, the Imprisoning Charm, the Whispering Charm—I I saw an internal document, and it said that he was very tongue-in-cheek-"

Babajid cleared his throat, "Rodney, execute as planned, you don't need to show your eloquence here." Rodney stopped talking, just took out the shiny handcuffs and shackles and put them on Grindelwald.

One of the team members pushed open the door, and another raised his wand and pointed at Grindelwald. With the handcuffs and shackles, Grindelwald's body floated in mid-air, his head and limbs hanging limply.

"Mr. Arginbad," Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "I don't know if Dumbledore told you, but he wants the whole process to be kept strictly confidential, especially not to restore his mind."

Babajid replied calmly, "You are right."

He made an arc in the air with his wand, and Grindelwald's face was covered by a black mask. Seeing that Professor McGonagall wanted to say something, he smiled: "Okay, Professor, take me to see Dumbledore. Let them do professional matters. These young men deal with the most dangerous prisoners all the year round."

Professor McGonagall's lips pursed into a slit. She walked last. When everyone went out, she stood at the door and looked at Phoenix, "Thank you, Fox. You can go back." Fox nodded at her, Zhang Open wide wings, body ablaze. Then Professor McGonagall closed the door to his office.

A ray of fire shone through the crack of the door to her feet, and then moved away.

"Is that a phoenix?" Babajid said suddenly in surprise, "I didn't see it just now."

"It's called Fox," said Professor McGonagall absentmindedly. "Mr. Arginbad, there's something you may not know - Headmaster Dumbledore has handed in his resignation to the school board, and today... well, he, He can't wait to start a trip," she sniffed, "I'm not sure you'll see him."

They crossed the corridor to the spiral staircase when there was a commotion downstairs. "What happened?" Professor Sprout asked suspiciously. She glanced downstairs when a silver transparent head suddenly appeared from the steps, startling her.

"Killing! Someone's killing!" Peeves exclaimed excitedly, whistling loudly.

Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "What's the matter, Peeves? Are you playing a prank?" Peeves was startled, and he was a little afraid of Professor McGonagall, so he replied in a slick tone:

"There's a conflict, Professor, little crying bag versus a few adults, wand versus wand," Peeves said solemnly. "I was just going to tell Filch that maybe his little stick could separate people—"

"Little crying bag? Student?" Professor McGonagall's eyebrows were tightly twisted into a ball, and she hurried downstairs.

"Yeah, that Longbottom--but he's not as fun now as he was in first or second grade," Peeves chased after her, humming and humming along the way, with his legs pretending to be on the stairs. "Shut up, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall roared back, she had come to the first floor, and the hall was surrounded by water.

I don't know who shouted, "Professor McGonagall is here!" The crowd split apart with a "swish", allowing Professor McGonagall to see the two sides facing each other. One side is naturally four members of the law enforcement team of the International Federation of Wizards, and the other side—

"Longbottom! Abbott! Finnigan! Thomas! Goldstein! Greengrass!" Professor McGonagall shouted one name after another, wands in their hands, then she turned to the other side, "and What do you two, Weasley and Lovegood, do you want?"

The students whose names were named lowered the tip of their sticks embarrassingly, and they all looked at one person—it was Neville.

"Mr. Longbottom, you did all this? Give me a reason." Professor McGonagall's chest heaved violently.

"I also want to know, who are they?" Neville blushed, pointed at the four law enforcement members of the International Federation of Wizards and shouted: "I came out of the auditorium with Hannah and saw them dragging them very rudely. I went downstairs with a man, even though his face was covered, but I recognized it as Professor Bagshot, and I clearly remember the pattern on his clothes and trousers!"

"They are law enforcement officers of the International Confederation of Wizards," said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Mr. Longbottom, you are too impulsive."

"That's why you didn't see what they did?" Neville shouted, his eyes red. "They, they—" He stammered in anger.

Hannah Abbott took his hand and said in his place:

"Professor McGonagall, we really don't know the identities of these people, but they just didn't look like law enforcement at all, like thugs who broke into the school. They made Professor Bagshot's knee hit the steps and his head was on the ground. You know, Neville has a lot of respect for Professor Bagshot... After asking a few questions, he was attacked with a spell."

The students were immediately outraged.

Professor McGonagall widened his eyes and turned to look at the four members of the law enforcement team. They stood there with expressionless faces. At this time, Babajid came over and asked seriously, "Rodney, is what this student said true?"

"It seems to be the case." Rodney curled his lips. "Who can explain why so many students speak for a dark wizard who does all evil?"

"What evidence do you have for saying that?" a student exclaimed indignantly.

"Evidence?" Rodney said contemptuously. "How much of this kind of thing, you don't know what he did when he was young, if he hadn't been sheltered—"

"Rodney!" Babajid snapped.

He looked around, thought for a moment, and said, "Allow me to introduce myself to you all: Babajid Agimbad, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards—" The students around looked at him in surprise, and then in confirmation To Professor McGonagall, she nodded lightly.

There was a murmur in the hallway.

"I promise on my own reputation that this man is definitely a dark wizard, and he is the most dangerous type. He escaped from the prison where he was held a year ago, and this time it was Headmaster Dumbledore who handed him over to his uniform. for us," Babajid said.

The students looked at each other. Is it another fake Moody? However, the fugitives went to Hogwarts to apply for a professorship, and they were quite bold. Even Professor Black had to clear his grievances before becoming a teacher.

"Of course, I know you don't know it, so the courage to protect the teacher is commendable. I can also not hold you accountable, but if you go one step further, it is a violation of the law. You should think about it." Finally, his tone became more severe.

Many students showed timid and timid expressions. Babajid looked around, waved his hands, and the four members left with the unconscious Grindelwald.

"Wait, uh--Mr. Agimbad?" Neville took a bold step and whispered, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I wanted to ask--can I have a few words with Professor Bagshot. Just a few words, I want to ask clearly in person-"

"Absolutely not!"

This sentence was not spoken by Babajid, but came from Professor McGonagall's mouth. "I won't allow anyone to wake him up," she said resolutely, with all the astonished eyes.

There was silence in the foyer, only the player surnamed Rodney snorted, and the man next to him tugged his sleeve, and they walked out of the castle across the crowd. Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Although she didn't know the reason, she finally completed the task that Albus explained.

"Okay, let's go," she said solemnly, turning her head. "Get out of here, prefect? ​​Take responsibility."

The students were all scattered, discussing what had just happened and the identity of Professor Bagshot, only Neville was stunned, he took out the broken looking glass from his pocket, he had imagined many possibilities, but I never expected such a parting scene.

On the other side, four law enforcement members came to the carriage halfway up the castle.

"You are a little impulsive, Rodney, I know your family has a grudge against Grindelwald," said one of the team members, who controlled Grindelwald into the carriage, and then got in himself. "But you shouldn't attack that student, even to scare—"

"I do not have."

"what?"

"I didn't want to scare him, I wanted to stun him directly. But I don't know why, the spell hit him, but it didn't work." Rodney was also puzzled. He stared at his wand. Could something go wrong? already?

He glanced at Grindelwald, who was sandwiched between the two members, and waved his wand at random. Grindelwald's exposed skin suddenly became red and swollen, as if he had been beaten by a whip.

"Rodney! I warn you—"

"I'm sorry, Captain." Rodney shrugged, looking down at his wand. "It didn't work. So why? Some kind of hidden defensive spell?"

While talking, the inside of the car suddenly bumped, and the black carriage ran towards the dark night sky. The breathing under the black mask became rapid, and the skin on the wrist, like a welt or a bee sting, suddenly turned red.

At this moment, in the principal's office, both hands were tightly clasped together.

The mysterious and bizarre patterns gradually emerged, and then they climbed Felix's wrist as if alive.