A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 The little wizards eating breakfast in the auditorium whispered.

Hermione borrowed a newspaper from the seat next door and pointed to the text on it and said: "Look here,'Lockhart tampered with the memory of the wizards, and after obtaining their stories, they used the forgetting to make them forget everything. It is currently possible. Only seven victims were found, and their memories were permanently damaged.'"

　　 The chicken legs in Ron's mouth are not fragrant anymore, "So, I almost lost my memory forever?"

　　 He still felt incredible, with Lockhart's usual magic level, he could repeatedly succeed in sneak attacks.

　　 Harry also said with lingering fear: "You may not even know that you have lost your memory. Who would have thought that he is a true master of oblivion?"

　　 "It's horrible, I actually spent a week in an office with such a person." Ron took a big mouthful of pumpkin juice.

　　 "I don't know who caught Lockhart?"

　　 "Isn't it the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, I listened to Dean."

　　 "Impossible, I asked the fat lady, and she said that there were no outsiders here that day." Hermione said casually.

　　 "How did she know?" Ron looked shocked, "That's just a portrait."

"Ron, the portrait also retains her own character. The fat lady is keen on opera and chat. She often visits other portraits when there is no one." Hermione squinted, "As long as you praise her for singing Good, she will be happy to share some gossip with you."

　　 "And to be fair, her songs are not bad."

　　...

　　 That afternoon, in the principal's office, Felix and Dumbledore sat face to face, and the two discussed the aftermath of Lockhart's arrest.

　　 On the table are plates of small cakes and biscuits, and two glasses of pumpkin juice.

　　 "Unfortunately, the injured may be more than originally expected." Dumbledore said softly.

　　 "More than his adventures?"

　　 "Yes, he can't guarantee that every story he encounters is attractive enough."

　　 Felix flipped through several newspapers on the table, "Why didn't I see Rita Skeeter's report?" This was not like her.

　　 Is it because he was afraid that his attack on Lockhart would be exposed? But memory can hardly be used as evidence, especially if the perpetrator himself is a master of memory. Even if Lockhart identified Rita Skeeter in court, it didn't make much sense.

　　 "She's having some trouble." Dumbledore put a small fork in a piece of cake. "It tastes pretty good, Felix, I highly recommend it."

　　 Felix inserted a piece into the entrance, "Will she put herself in trouble? That's a smart man."

　　 Dumbledore glanced at him, "Smart people also make mistakes, and it is easier for them to find loopholes in the rules than ordinary people, so they may make more mistakes."

　　 "So her trouble is—"

　　 "According to the information I got, she tried every means to find out the inside story of Lockhart's arrest, and then hurried to the Ministry of Magic to register for Animagus that day."

　　 "Animagus." Felix swallowed the cake and repeated. "Yes, Animagus, illegal Animagus..."

　　 He finally understood why Rita Skeeter had acted on Lockhart.

　　 "I guess her transformation must be some kind of very small creature." Felix's tone was very affirmative.

"It's a beetle." Dumbledore said quietly. "If the facts are as we think, there is a reason why she has been well informed over the years. From your previous judgment, Lockhart has been under the Forgotten Curse, but he She has gotten rid of the influence of the spell, which makes her fall into a very embarrassing situation."

　　 Memories can be faked, but magic will not deceive people. If Lockhart really proves that Rita Skeeter is an illegal Animagus, many people in the Ministry of Magic must be interested in checking it out.

　　 Rita Skeeter has acted unscrupulously in recent years, and I don't know how many people have been offended.

　　 "I don't think she will get her wish easily." Felix said.

　　 After a moment of silence, Felix spoke: "Principal Dumbledore, there are five months left before the next school year, what about the school’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

　　 Dumbledore also showed a distressed expression. He couldn't help but slapped his lips and exclaimed, "The professors of this course are so exhausted."

　　 "So, the curse of the Dark Lord is true?"

　　 "I think so. Since I rejected Voldemort, no Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has been able to teach for more than a year." Dumbledore said, "I think he must be very angry. He was rejected twice."

　　 "Twice?" Felix looked at him strangely. "You rejected him twice?"

　　 The one who has been rejected three times is still eating cake in the principal's office.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore blinked and said lightly. "Principal Dippet thought he was too young and rejected him. After that, he disappeared for ten years, and when he came to apply for a job again, I can hardly recognize him, and I explicitly rejected him."

　　 "Professor Snape has been obsessed with this class." Felix beat the drum for his dean.

　　 "Severus..." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I won't hand this course to him."

　　 "Why? During the years when I was in school, no one died, only one or two suffered minor injuries. It seems that the curse has little effect."

　　 "That's because no one has been on this course for more than a year." Dumbledore sighed softly. "This is the only way I can think of, but after more than 30 years, the reputation of this course has not been very good, and it is becoming more and more difficult to find qualified teachers."

　　 This is indeed true.

The reason why Felix rejects the Defense Against the Dark Arts course is that on the one hand, the term of employment for this course is one year by default, and it has never been an exception, which is not in line with his purpose; on the other hand, this position is really evil, every professor At the end of the term, there are more or less accidents.

　　 But in his opinion, this time the risk is not big. Snape could take half of the class for half a year, and he might be handed over to the new professor next year.

　　 Felix made his suggestion.

　　 "But Severus will stay at Hogwarts next year to teach, won't he?" Dumbledore looked at him meaningfully.

　　 "You mean, as long as this person is still at school, the curse will not stop?" Felix asked keenly.

"According to my observation, this is the case. I have also invited several outgoing Defense Against the Dark Arts professors to transfer to other positions. As a result, there was a serious accident..." Dumbledore fell into recollection, "but the temporary substitute will have one or two classes. It doesn't matter."

　　 The information he revealed was amazing. It almost meant that once you were cursed, you would have to escape from Hogwarts for up to a year, otherwise you would not be spared even if you removed your position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

　　 Whoever Dumbledore would look for, he would not look for Snape.

　　 Felix completely dispelled the idea of ​​helping him find a teaching position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the two began to discuss the curse itself.

　　 "How did he do it?" Felix asked.

　　 This is incredible to him, because Voldemort's curse is a little too closely connected with the school.

　　 But Hogwarts itself actually has a very good defense system, it is difficult to be affected by external influences.

　　 "The next thing is my guess, Quandang is a small tea time chat."

"of course."

"I think Voldemort has skillfully used the identity of the heir to Slytherin, and he is also very good at curses... In short, when the two are combined, the effect is amazing." Dumbledore said. .

　　 "Can Voldemort affect the operation of Hogwarts?" Felix asked horribly. This statement is amazing...

　　 "No, Felix. The Hogwarts order has existed for millennia, and even Salazar Slytherin will not be able to occupy the school again."

　　 "That—"

　　 "Voldemort paid a huge price. From all indications, he forever gave up the asylum of Hogwarts-this is the power that belongs to the descendants of the four founders, and he imposed this curse with his hatred."

　　 After a long silence—

　　 "The way to remove the curse?"

　　 "Voldemort's death." Dumbledore lowered his gaze.

　　 "So you knew early on that he was not dead?"

　　 "Yes, I always knew." Dumbledore murmured, "The existence of the curse says everything."

　　 Next, the two discussed the curse for a long time, and Felix learned a lot about Hogwarts.

　　 When Felix left, Dumbledore sat quietly in a chair, on a table with long slender legs, a set of strange silverware, spinning, emitting a small puff of smoke. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 The portraits of the old and old principals on the wall. They whispered and discussed the topic they had just discussed in a low voice.

　　 On the shelf opposite the table, there is a tattered, crumpled wizard hat. At this moment, a crack in the Sorting Hat near the brim opened like a mouth: "Dumbledore, this is not like you."

　　 Dumbledore’s slender fingers were joined together, "Do you have any insights, Sorting Hat? I am listening."

　　 "You said a lot today, I thought...you would bury this in your heart."

　　 "Maybe I was just aroused to talk, Felix is ​​a good listener."

　　 "Perhaps...but you are revealing the secrets of the school a little bit. That is the sole authority of the principal. Dumbledore..."

　　 The portraits on the wall stared at the sorting hat.

　　 "...I guess, you want to train that boy?"

　　 Dumbledore smiled, his beard trembling slightly: "The Sorting Hat, what do you think of him, from your own perspective?"

"He wants to study me, I can see, even though he hid this idea to death. He is really an excellent wizard, reminds me of Ms. Ravenclaw, I look forward to his growth." The Sorting Hat grinned. Mouth said.

Dumbledore showed a surprised expression. He has been with the Sorting Hat for nearly half a century. Naturally, he knows that although the Sorting Hat respects the four founders, it has the most special feelings for two of them. One is Gryffindor and the other. One is Ravenclaw.

　　 This is a very high evaluation for the Sorting Hat.

　　 The old man regained his peace. He said, "Voldemort's sense of existence is getting stronger and stronger. I have a hunch that it will not be far away from his return. I also need to make some preparations, although it may not be able to use it."