A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Chapter 702 Changes in the Sword Castle

"You turned out to be a legendary wizard, I was shocked when I saw your face on TV!" Jim said excitedly.

Felix shrugged.

"Because I wanted to hide my identity, I actually left the orphanage just to go to school." He briefly introduced his real experience over the years.

"Then your work experience—" Jim looked suspicious, wouldn't it be fake too?

"It's true, I worked in London for two years after graduation."

"Strange hobbies," Jim didn't quite understand this approach. "If I had the talent, I would definitely study magic wholeheartedly." After a while, the door opened from the outside, and it was Rebecca, who was surprised when she saw Felix Almost gotta call out.

"Wow, it's really you! Are you the magician?" She took out a carrot from the bag and pretended to hold it up as a wand, making a strange sound from her mouth, "Use a magic to disperse the dark clouds across the country?"

"A wizard, to be exact," Felix said, "and I'm not alone."

"Rebecca was sleeping, and she was watching TV." Jim stepped forward to take the bag, turned his head and explained, "She's been a little sleepy lately, and the doctor advised her to exercise more." Felix looked at Rebecca The slightly bulging belly was a little surprised.

"Yeah, we got married," Jim said. "We couldn't get in touch with you at the time, and we thought you were abroad. Of course, we know why now."

Felix thought about the phone he hadn't used much.

After Rebecca changed her clothes, she sat next to Jim. "It says on TV that some people will be invited to the wizarding world?"

"Yeah, do you want to see what a real wizard is like?" Felix asked, whether it was to arrange two places or to arrange it privately, it was a very easy thing for him.

Jim was slightly moved, but glanced at his wife, his expression suddenly hesitant.

"Forget it," he said, shaking his head, "Rebecca is pregnant. I don't want—" He blushed slightly, "Well, I'm worried about an accident."

Felix nodded knowingly.

At this time, it is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people to have a relationship with wizards. Felix himself is fine, but his friends may be threatened. This is also the purpose of his visit. After asking Jim and Rebecca for their opinion, Felix casts a complex magic to hide the friendship as a secret.

After a while, he got up and left, leaving a card before leaving. "Wizards are very good at dealing with some problems. If you have trouble, you can contact me. Just tear the card off."

Jim took the card solemnly and sent Felix outside the door.

"The old dean's health is not very good." He said.

Felix was silent for a moment, "I'll visit him."

"Hey! The due date is early January." Jim said loudly behind him, and Felix turned his head and waved his card, "At least this time, I won't worry about not finding your man."

...

The next morning, Hogwarts.

After finishing today's newspaper, the students gathered together in twos and threes to chat.

"Is there a new organization born today that aims to drown wizards like drowning mice?" Ron asked deliberately in a vicious tone.

"No," Harry said, yawning, "but there are people who want to offer us jobs after learning about the low employment rate of wizards."

Ron murmured, "Mind your own business."

Dean said half-truly, "I'd like to try it when the situation stabilizes."

Hearing this, Neville raised his head and looked hopefully from side to side. "Anything new in the negotiation? Nothing is written in the newspaper I'm in charge of."

"It won't be that fast," said Hermione cheerfully. "It's only the second day. But we always prepare in advance and try to get ahead - any of you going to the Sword Keep?" She looked at the crowd.

"You mean the meeting of shopkeepers in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked sensitively. "You want to see it?"

Hermione shrugged. Luna and Ginny passed behind Harry, and Ginny raised her arms and circled behind him like a ballerina before turning her head away. Hermione chuckled.

Harry looked at her in confusion.

"Nothing," she said immediately.

At this time, Hannah and Susan Burns came over to join the conversation, Ernie and Justin staggered behind, the two were pale as if they had not eaten breakfast, and Daphne kept stroking the right side. hair.

"It's outrageous that there's a newspaper saying there's radiation on wizards—what's that?" Hannah said indignantly.

"Like a vicious contagion," said Hermione briefly. "Dragon pox?" Hannah asked. "Almost," Hermione said, and she reacted immediately. "Is that what the paper says?"

Hannah spells out a word.

Hermione was incredulous, "I can't believe they could make up such a lie."

"Next time you can check if the author's last name is Dursley," said Harry listlessly. "Sounds like what my uncle said, he always thought wizards would pollute the environment..." He looked up thoughtfully. , "There shouldn't be too much swear words in newspapers."

"And that wizard corresponds to the end of the world," Ernie interjected, turning to look at Justin. "There's a prophecy involved, I forgot that word—"

"The Mayans," Justin muttered.

"Are they Muggle fortune-tellers?" Daphne asked curiously.

"I don't know, the known information is that they are a branch of ancient Indians, and the level of civilization was very developed at one time, and then suddenly declined." Hermione said, "Descendants have found some plausible prophecies from their remains."

"It's quite true what the newspaper says." Justin said seriously. "I saw similar things when I was a child, and they were all written in a book. The cover looked particularly scary - but it was later confiscated by my mother."

"What did she say?" Hermione demanded.

"She said it was a waste of time." Justin curled his lips, "but she didn't know the existence of fortune-telling classes at that time. During the holidays, she used the eggs in the kitchen to do fortune-telling, and read the book "Poke the Mist and See the Future" ."

"You still have it, I thought you lost it," Ernie said.

Hermione is clearly not interested in divination, and although she admits that Trelawney has actually done one or two real divinations, she also stubbornly believes that Trelawney's mind is usually just a puddle of goo, or the use of snow. Liquor made. She asked again who of them was going to the Sword Keep.

In the end, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Susan, and Neville decided to go and see the fun. "Where's Ginny?" Harry turned to look for the red-haired figure as the group walked towards the Transfiguration office.

"I saw her leaving with Luna," Hermione said.

They came to the Transfiguration office on the second floor, which originally belonged to Professor McGonagall, but after she moved into the principal's office, it became empty, and the fireplace in the office was used by students daily.

The shops on both sides of the aisle in Diagon Alley were deserted, with a temporary closure notice written on the window.

"Look over there, Harry!" said Ron sharply, pointing his finger in one place.

Harry looked over, his eyes suddenly widened. It was the location of Florin Foster's Ice Cream Parlour, which was closed when he came to Diagon Alley at the start of sixth grade, but now it seems to have reopened. He strode over, there was also a closing notice on the door, he calmed down a little, staring at the huge umbrella standing outside, Harry had the scene of eating ice cream and doing his homework in Harry's mind, and he reached out to touch it. When I touched it, there was no dust on the umbrella.

His heart came alive, which meant someone had cleaned it up, but Harry wasn't sure if it was someone else, where he was going might have the answer. He walked towards the sword castle excitedly, and was stopped when he reached the door.

"Sorry, no visitors today, there are important matters."

"Cremy?" Harry looked at the witch who stopped him in surprise.

"It's Harry," said Cremy Vera, greeting her with a smile. "Are these your friends?" She looked behind Harry, some she knew and some she didn't.

Hermione also looked a little surprised when she saw Cremy.

"It's a mess in there, I'll come out to get some air," explained Cremy. "Where's Penello in there." "Is Arik back?" Hermione asked. "Not yet," Clemie sighed. "He's touring the Latin American branch, and it might not be back for another week."

As the earliest members of the "Future World" company, in addition to Lu Ping, several others have also been entrusted with important tasks. Over the past few years, they were responsible for part of the content according to their interests. Cremi liked to study technology, and Penello preferred daily management. For a while, Lupin was distracted by the work of the Order of the Phoenix, relying on the two of them to maintain the normal operation of the company. As for the normal operation of the company. Arik - he's in charge of those branches abroad.

"By the way, Cremy," Harry thought of the question born in front of the cold drink shop: "Did you see Florin Fosque?"

Cremy thought for a while, "The owner of the cold drink shop?"

"That's right!" said Harry excitedly.

"Come on." Cremy gave a positive answer.

"I don't remember him being taken by Voldemort?" Ron asked beside him.

"Because he was lucky enough to escape the fate of becoming an Inferi." An unfamiliar voice interjected into the conversation between them, Harry raised his head sharply, and saw an old man with gray hair, he said in surprise: "Mr. ?"

"Mr. Potter, I'm so glad you remember me." Florin said with emotion.

"Of course I remember you!" said Harry. "But how did you escape?"

"I didn't escape, I was rescued by the Aurors," Florin said. "The Dark Lord took a group of people who were good at the history of magic, and I was one of them. He also took some wandmakers. I know of a guy named Gregorovitch who was unlucky and didn't endure the torture."

Harry vaguely knew this. Voldemort concocted rumors of the 'Ten Wands' by interrogating these people. Mr Ollivander was also one of the targets, but he narrowly escaped the Death Eaters and spread rumors pretending that he had gone abroad, but in fact he Has been hiding in the basement of the wand shop and even fooled Voldemort.

"You just mentioned the Inferi?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Florin said with a gloomy expression on his face and a little fear, "the Dark Lord tortured us according to his reputation. He wanted to know some very secret things. I happened to know a little bit. Fortunately, he changed his mind halfway through. Instead, I asked the more well-known wandmakers, I didn't suffer much, but I was locked up for a long time...I'm not sure I can hide from the Dark Lord. Those who were tortured to death were used to make Inferi."

Harry was in a mixed mood. He hated Voldemort's cruelty, and at the same time was puzzled by Florin's vague words, until he saw the shape of Hermione's mouth. Florin was referring to the Deathly Hallows, something Luna's father had inquired about when he was young, and Voldemort may have heard of the Deathly Hallows, but even if he knew, he would only be interested in the Elder Wand. Interest, if Voldemort tortured him one by one, Mr. Fosque would definitely not be spared, but with the emergence of rumors that Professor Hepp holds the Elder Wand, Voldemort's attention may have shifted, and his focus has become other wandmakers.

"Anyway, at least I'm still alive and can discuss my experience with you. The Auror who rescued me said that he got a secret clue. I guess it might be an informant from the Ministry of Magic. I always wanted to thank him. ." Florin said about his recent experience, "After being rescued, I rested for a few months, and recently cleaned up the storefront and planned to reopen..."

Florin left.

"Who did you say the informant was?" Harry asked when he was gone.

"Could it be Snape?" Ron guessed.

"It could be Lucius Malfoy, too," said Hermione.

"Or maybe Professor Hepp pulled useful information out of Voldemort's mind," said Ron.

They walked into the sword castle, and the hall was very lively. There were a dozen tables in the center of the hall, and behind each table sat a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, opposite the shopkeeper of Diagon Alley, and they discussed with a piece of parchment in hand.

A witch near Harry said: "I just sell some beauty potions to fix the little blemishes on the witch's face, like freckles, sarcoid, etc. I don't think it will come in handy, any therapist can do about the same. matter……"

"Don't say that, Ms. Prim Purnell, your beauty potion is much better than the magic of a typical healer," the staff member said patiently.

"Really?" the witch glared at him suspiciously.

As they moved on, a young wizard, looking impatient, shouted: "I run a wizard travel agency, hear--clear--a wizard travel agency, which provides thrilling tours for wizards, while traveling. No responsibility for any danger!"

The Ministry of Magic staff across from him insisted: "Do you think it is possible to develop a tourism program specifically for Muggles?"

The young wizard looked at the staff blankly, "I'm not sure... Although we did domesticate a group of zombies, in order to be more realistic, there may still be an attack during the exploration."

"No zombies." The staff member said immediately, "I mean, some more alternative and novel places can attract people's attention."

The wizard pondered for a while, and when Harry and the others decided to leave, he heard him ask behind him, "How about the Bermuda Triangle? But a wizard disappeared last year, and I haven't found it yet..."

Neville stopped suddenly with a look of horror on his face, and he whispered, "My great-uncle wanted to travel there before, and I have to persuade him to give up the idea."

A familiar voice came from the front.

"...obviously nobody cares if your inventory is one page more or one less page, because it doesn't matter."

It was Fred or George speaking. They took two steps forward. On the inside of the hallway, Fred and George were seated in the same chair, opposite a gloomy Percy. Harry paused hesitantly, it didn't seem like they had come at the right time.

"Since you mentioned the list," Percy said through gritted teeth, "I can tell you right now that half of the items are ineligible—"

"You can't do that!" Fred cried.

"This is power for personal gain." George also shouted.

"Oh, you can go to the Ministry of Magic and sue me." Percy showed a triumphant smile. "Look who they'll be on? Nougat for bloody nosebleeds, vomit for vomit, vomit. A coma flower candy who suddenly fainted..."

Penello leaned over from the position next door.

"Your brother did the right thing. Muggles are fragile, and they say it takes months for them to break a bone," she said sternly. "We try to exclude as much danger as possible when considering trade lists."

Ron grinned, and he put his hands on the twins' shoulders, taking advantage of the situation.

"I'll be fair, some of their products can't even handle wizards. They have to be scrutinized."

Fred and George turned from left to right, looking at Ron blankly, making him hairy.

Harry had expected this scene long ago, and he raised his head, looking for the noisy noise that had not stopped since he entered the sword castle. A group of house-elves were sticking their heads out of the upstairs railing, looking down excitedly.

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