A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the eyes of all the people, the appointed time has come.

The front of the Houses of Parliament was overcrowded, and the anti-wizard crowd chose to hold a demonstration on this day. People from all counties around London came, and many "stragglers" came from far away from the north. They didn't even eat a few bites of food. Just grab the banners and flyers from your suitcase and join the parade.

But there are too many people. The printed leaflets were simply not enough. Many people smiled and crowded over to ask them for leaflets. Even the brochures in the hands of the organizers were sent out. .

"Who are these people?" The organizer couldn't understand.

His assistant went out and circled and came back to report.

"There are quite a few foreigners, as well as from several nearby counties, who are here to witness this major historical event." Seeing the organizer glaring at him, the assistant hurriedly said, "Of course we also have many companions. I saw six or seven of them. Familiar organization names are all recently established."

He is telling the truth. At this point in time, although the Internet has appeared, its influence still cannot catch up with the paper media. This has led to the emergence of national anti-Wizard organizations - all based on counties and counties, and few can span multiple places. In order to promote their own ideas, many organizations publish news in newspapers with addresses and telephone numbers.

What they didn't know was that there was a small number of wizards mixed in with the crowd.

There was never a shortage of people in fancy clothes in the parade, which provided a safe environment for the wizards to hide their identities. Some wizards walked a distance with the procession and immediately quit.

"There are so many people against wizards," Ernie McMillan said palely, his legs swaying uncontrollably and his forehead sweating, startled by the huge parade.

"More people than the New Year's parade," said Justin Finchley, too.

The sky was dark, gloomy, and overcast. It had just rained lightly in the morning, but instead of dispersing, the clouds became heavier in the afternoon. The sky above them seemed to have overturned an ink bottle, it was pitch black, and a torrential rain could fall at any time. The distant, bitter gray-white sky shone ominously.

More wizards choose to stand on the roof, they get news from magic radio and newspapers, and they come to wait for the results. Viewed from above, the winding, colorful procession fills the streets, shouting loud slogans every once in a while, like the raging waves of the sea. The closer you get to the Thames, the more clearly you can see the focal point of these teams—the Houses of Parliament.

The corner in front of the parliament building is already full of various interview cars. Well-known news media from all over the country - and even from all over the world have come. They are eager to get first-hand information. Whether it is the wizarding world or the general population, they can easily draw a conclusion:

Everything that is about to happen today is very important, representing the first official contact between wizards and ordinary people, and its impact is immeasurable.

"Police were there to maintain order and we could see that the Sun had a number of high-profile journalists, including Skeeter, who has made a name for herself in the gun ban series - she had previously won a national journalism award - to the riots two weeks ago. , she had a brief conversation with a wizard and wondered if she could continue her luck today..."

A reporter shouted to the camera, and his voice spread to thousands of households in the next second.

LONDON CITY - The Grangers sit on the sofa with their hands clasped together; Mr. Finlay's cup is dangling in the air with cold coffee; Privet Drive, Surrey, Uncle Fernon swearing open TV, said two familiar foul words.

Cornwall, Ebria, Devon, Isle of Wight, Kent, everyone in front of the Houses of Parliament...

Two figures suddenly appeared on a tall building across the Thames. It was dark and windy, so no one saw them. The two seem to be carved out of the same mold.

"It was you, George," Fred said solemnly.

"Yeah, what a coincidence, how did you get here?" George said tacitly.

"I think it's because of the two of us Apparating together." Fred grinned.

"Okay, you two!" cried Mrs. Weasley, distracted, with Ginny and Penello beside her. "I warn you, don't get in trouble today, if you dare to sprinkle candy underneath—"

Fred and George exchanged glances.

"That's amazing, Mom, why didn't we think of that? We only brought the latest model of Weasleys—"

"—The trick shop should have invited you as a consultant."

"Shut up, you two!" Mrs. Weasley said furiously, waving her wand like a burning stick. Fred and George shrank their necks in fear.

"Where's Bill and Fleur?" Fred looked around.

"—and Charlie," said George.

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to be quite big," Fred said.

Mrs Weasley had fire in her eyes, but she forced herself to calm down, with Muggles below. She reprimanded in a low voice: "You all calm down! Your dad and Percy cooperated with the Ministry of Magic. Bill and Fleur mixed in to maintain order. As for Charlie..." She was stunned. "His work is kept secret."

"More important than Harry and Ron?" Fred and George asked curiously.

"That's different," said Mrs Weasley sternly. "The two of them don't need to keep secrets. It's already been published in the newspaper. There are fourteen children in total... They are still so young, and they have to shoulder the future of the wizarding world..." She wiped her eyes.

"Don't make mother angry!" Ginny raised her eyebrows. "She's been crying secretly several times."

"Don't worry, Professor Hepp will protect them." Penello also said, "There are also hidden wizards around."

"Yeah, I think at least a tenth of the wizards are here, and Diagon Alley is half empty." Fred said, looking around, he pointed in one direction, "I saw an acquaintance, Diggory over there. Family, see? Cedric waved to us!"

"Want to go over and say hello?" George asked, tilting his head.

"You're talking about my heart." Fred said with a smile, the two apparated hand in hand, Mrs. Weasley angrily, puffing up her chest like a bullfrog, "It's still so worrying! "

Ginny's eyes flickered, and she wanted to go out for a walk, but it was too late.

After a while, Fred and George returned, bringing back news from the neighborhood by the way.

"Cedric said he couldn't get in touch with Qiu, and I told him that in half an hour, his girlfriend would fall from the sky--what a shame, we've already graduated, or maybe we'd be able to sneak in--"

"Fred!"

"Okay, they're all fine, emotionally stable at the moment - except where the Perkins picked and the Muggle enforcers ran into them and they had to change!"

"Is old Perkins still hunched over?" asked Mrs Weasley with concern.

"I didn't think you'd ask that question, Mom, he's been giving away camping gear for the past two years - oh, don't interrupt, Mom, we also saw the Lovegoods dressed like two orioles Bird. By the way, did we cast a protection spell?"

"It's been done."

If the parade on the ground is like a turbulent ocean wave, then the roofs of the surrounding buildings are the reefs of the sea. They seem to be occupied by wizards and Muggle Banishers, and everyone waits anxiously.

The parade finally converged in front of the parliament building, waving flags and slogans (and raincoats) in various colors, and every once in a while, a group of people shouted slogans like "Expel the wizards", "Severely punish the lawbreakers". ” Of course, some strange guys were mixed in among these people, a small group of young people had occult symbols painted all over their faces, and there were two wearing wizard hats and “Welcome to wizards to rule the world” banners, but They were weak, their faces were swollen from being beaten by angry passers-by, and they seemed listless at this time.

More people sat in front of the TV, choking time, preparing to see the true face of the wizard.

Formerly known as the Palace of Westminster, the House of Parliament is the largest Gothic building complex in the world. It covers an area of ​​more than 8 acres including the main building, horizontal buildings and high towers and has more than 1,000 rooms. It is the seat of the British Parliament. . As a famous national business card, it of course also carries other uses, such as today's occasions.

A group of soldiers in bearskin caps, red velvet uniforms and black trousers stood guard at the door. They had followed the Queen's car here an hour ago. The Queen was surrounded by the Prime Minister and several state ministers. come out.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Big Ben in the northeast corner of the palace punctuated the time, and the loud bell quieted the restless crowd, and the radio broadcast rang throughout the country. Everyone is refreshed, and the time has come.

The Queen and the Prime Minister came out of the palace, followed by a group of cabinet ministers and MPs, and of course their dressed-up wives and family members - although everyone knew what was going on, at least nominally, the Queen was just moved. Invite wizards to her afternoon tea party, maybe a bonfire in the evening if the conversation goes well.

"How is the preparation of the science department?" a congressman asked the squire.

"The equipment is still being debugged. For the first time, they observed magic up close, and their attitudes were very positive. They believed that they would be able to measure useful data."

"I'm not as confident as you are."

The door slowly opened, and the Queen's entourage stood taller and taller. Everyone (including the people standing in front of the TV) looked forward to it, guessing how the wizard would appear.

"Are the tomatoes and rotten eggs ready?" Someone in the crowd asked in a low voice, hiding under a huge banner.

"Prepare, make sure that no matter where they come from, they can't escape." The person next to him said unequivocally.

"Don't forget, those monsters can fly."

"We have water guns filled with chili oil, and I heard that some people brought stun guns!"

"It's time to give them some color! Give me a rotten egg—forget it, a tomato instead."

"Look at the sky!" the sharp-eyed man shouted.

Clouds of black and dark grey churned, and then an area turned a reddish-orange, fiery pillars of fire burning through the thick clouds like a leaky faucet forming a flamboyant fan. There were bursts of commotion and exclamations on the ground - "It's a dragon!" More people raised their heads, and a black and hideous creature loomed in the clouds, covered with black scales, with bronze horns full of cold light on its head, yellow The eyes looked down, and there were some people standing on it.

The appearance of the mythical creature made the people below shudder, and the microphones raised by the reporters did not know when they fell to the ground.

"Let's go down." Felix said calmly: "Remember not to overreact, I will remove the danger in advance. Charlie, you can leave with the fire dragon when we go down."

"Professor, can the singing of the school song be canceled?" said Ron expectantly. "I can't find the tune." Draco Malfoy turned his head stiffly at him, feeling for the first time that his advice was constructive sex.

"It's a good joke, Weasley," Felix said calmly, "but the answer is no."

He said and jumped off.

Harry followed closely, followed by Ron, Hermione, Neville, Qiu Zhang, Susan Burns, Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass... a total of fourteen students. They spent a lot of time these days practicing in the state of floating magic to make themselves more elegant.

"One, two, three, four... a total of fifteen wizards!"

Fifteen wizards descended from the sky, spotless, and the people below were amazed. When they came, there was an earth-shattering roar from the clouds, and then a long tail covered with bronze thorns broke through the clouds, slammed it hard, and then disappeared.

The soft sunlight cast a beam of light on the open space in front of the parliament building and on Felix and their faces. Everyone stared at them blankly. The dark clouds gathered again, and the sun was separated from the outside again. But this appearance will be unforgettable for a long time.

The Prime Minister was the first to come back to his senses.

He knew part of the wizard's plans. But even if he didn't know it, he and his staff were able to analyze the possibility that the wizard wanted to take this opportunity to show his power - just as he intended, he arranged for scientists and military personnel to observe nearby.

There is no war, it does not mean that there is no need for games. On the contrary, the struggle will be more insidious and more comprehensive. Today is just the beginning, and the real negotiation will come to a head. Even if the negotiation results come out, it will not stop. They intend to trap the wizards with the cage of system and law.

The Prime Minister strode over and enthusiastically shook hands with Felix standing in front of the line.

Felix took a beat, and the other one was sitting high in the thinking room, collecting, summarizing, and processing information in a radius of ten miles. He also used weak emotional magic to magnify the emotions of some people. They were full of thoughts at the moment. The hideous monster on its head is worried that if it jumps out and interrupts the process, it will smash a flame from the top of its head, or be caught with a claw.

"You are welcome," said the Prime Minister warmly, shaking hands for a long time, giving reporters enough time to take pictures. Then they walked slowly towards the gate, where the Queen stood silently, smiling decently.

The reporters have the sharpest sense of smell, and their psychological quality is higher than the average person. A load of questions were thrown:

"Excuse me, what mission did you come with?"

"The paper says you are a teacher of wizards, but you look young, is the average age of wizards lower than the average person?"

"Will the wizards go to war with the government if the negotiations fail?"

"Do you really know magic? Could it be a liar? Do you agree to be rigorously tested?"

"The weather in the UK today is cloudy and cloudy, does it indicate that the negotiations will not go well?"

Felix glanced at Rita Skeeter. I only asked you to mention London. What are you talking about the whole country with me? He ignored her and continued walking. The students held their heads high and followed the pre-rehearsed manner. They endured very hard.

"These questions are stupid—"

"Shut up." Harry squeezed a word out of his teeth, and he pretended to cough, leading the way on the shutter of the flash.

Felix stood in front of the queen, and the queen's smile became more gentle and decent. She was wearing white gloves and was about to extend a hand at the moment. Felix bowed slightly, then quickly stood up and turned to face the crowd. His resounding voice spread over a dozen blocks:

"Thank you for the Queen's kind invitation. We have carefully prepared gifts for this, but there is a more appropriate gift right now." He raised his wand, and everyone around took a step back. The Prime Minister's eyes widened, and the MPs behind them had different expressions.

"Hogwarts students—"

Fourteen students raised their wands in unison, with a solemn expression.

A milky white beam of light rose into the sky, and the light was extremely holy. People seemed to see a graceful figure stretching its wings in the beam of light. It held its head high and rushed straight to the clouds above the sky.

Fourteen slender beams of light also passed over the heads of everyone. They converged at a high place. It seemed that a sun appeared out of thin air in the sky. The sun radiated soft light and completely illuminated the earth.

There seemed to be a light curtain over their heads, and the light curtain was rapidly expanding.

The secret room of the parliament building—

"Is it detected?"

"...Not yet, all the instruments suddenly failed!"

"Damn, what kind of magic is this? Why is it so large, covering at least a dozen blocks, God, won't it spread to the whole city?"

"General, at present, this magic is not lethal."

"Call me Your Excellency Senator - tell me with you? Of course they won't kill in public, but what if they're going to do it one day? Hurry up, hurry up and find out the scope of this magic - forget about those tattered instruments, See with your eyes!" said the congressman excitedly, he rushed to the window and looked at the sky with his binoculars. Under the action of unknown magic, the black clouds were pierced and dispersed, and the sky seemed to be broken open, revealing pieces of azure blue. curtain.

The sun took the opportunity to fall, and the water mist in the dark clouds reflected the magic white light into colorful colors, and the raindrops condensed and dripped.

Fred and George were dumbfounded.

Fred swallowed quietly, "Our fireworks are completely out of hand." George didn't speak, just nodded. Ginny stared at the dark-haired young wizard in the clearing with all her heart, and the beam of light flying from the tip of his staff was the brightest of all the students, almost on par with Professor Heap. The pride in her heart was about to overflow.

At the same time, on the roof of another building, Luna suddenly widened her eyes.

"It's now."

"What?" Mr. Lovegood looked at his daughter in surprise.

"A grand firework. The scene I saw in the fire divination is this moment." Luna said seriously, she was wearing a bright dress, with pebbles and colorful sequins tied to her body and hair, dressed up, she might The most confident of all.

Now that she held her hands together, the ancient rune quickly converged, forming a crystal clear ball of light in the blink of an eye.

"Luna—" said Mr. Lovegood nervously.

"Can't be wrong," Luna said. "I've been waiting for this moment." She raised her hands reverently.

The ball of light floats into the air and is precisely deformed under the control of magic power, forming a beam that is indistinguishable from the one below, merging with the light curtain in the sky.

The speed of the light curtain's expansion was imperceptibly faster. Many people turned their eyes, and Mrs. Weasley gasped, as if she was about to faint.

"Guess what we saw?" Fred said happily. "It's much more spectacular than fireworks." He and George raised their wands, which also had white light converging on the tips.

Cedric, not far away, smiled and held his wand aloft.

More people joined in, wizards hidden all over London, students on holiday lit their wands... It was like receiving an invitation to a grand event, and even seemed impatient. A beam of light instantly illuminated the entire city.

The drizzle was like weaving, and fireworks enveloped the city.

The holy laser beam pierced through the dark clouds, crossed the city boundary, and covered most of the London suburbs.

The magic radio station eerily stopped for more than ten seconds, and the wizard people who were standing in front of the radio looked at each other in dismay. I don't understand why there is no voice suddenly, wasn't that young man able to speak before? Suddenly, Lee Jordan's excited voice came from the radio.

"It's incredible! All the wizards--I don't know if I can say that--if you know Illumination, get out of the room and take part in this great relay! For everyone!"

Many wizards walked out of the house holding the radio in disbelief.

Wizards living in the suburbs of London were the first to witness the spectacle. Their eyes widened, and the mighty white light rolled up into a raging wave, completely shattering the dark clouds above their heads like a vast ocean, followed by fine, soft colorful lights that fell on the ground and sprinkled on their faces—they He raised his wand in unison, and the magic power poured into the wand like a tide.

Thanks to this magic's restraint on dark creatures, thanks to futuristic corporations, the Ministry of Magic, and the Alliance Against the Dark Arts who spared no effort in propaganda during last year's war, thanks to Illumination being the simplest ancient magic, and thanks to Illumination that can fuse... …

This is probably the widest range of magic ever cast.

Centering on the city of London, it radiates continuously across the suburbs, and soon reaches the neighboring counties of Surrey, Kent, Hertford, and Essex, where new wizards also join, so the scope expands again. In just a few minutes, even the Scottish Highlands were illuminated.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Professor McGonagall looked up, and a bright light shone into the principal's office from the window. The wrinkles on her face stretched out, looking at the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall, the same expression of joy and wonder on her face.

"He's doing well, hasn't he?" said Professor McGonagall mildly.

Dumbledore nodded happily.

Felix, who is far away in London, certainly doesn't know all this, and his thinking cabin doesn't project that far.

His initial plan was to 'light up' the whole of London, and he planned to get the thunderbirds to gather clouds in advance, but the weather forecast said it would be cloudy for the next two days, so even that was saved.

Although he didn't follow his ideas completely, and there were strange changes in the middle, it seemed to be a good change.

Felix put away his wand, faced the crowd standing blankly, and said clearly and accurately:

"This is a gift from the wizard to the queen, and even to the entire non-magical world. I believe that as long as the two sides cooperate sincerely, we can not only dispel the dark clouds above our heads, but also dispel the haze in our hearts."