A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Felix suddenly thought of a campus legend in Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw student read the book collection in the common room overnight. It was considered an unexplainable miracle.

Perhaps, it is the effect of this magic.

He perceives carefully, the magic seems to have disappeared completely, no trace can be found. After thinking about it, he simply switched the angle of view neatly.

In the pale and black world, you can barely see the subtle magic power converging in dots. He put his nose in the air, and he could vaguely see a magic vortex.

"The magic is slowly recovering."

"I don't know who the next Ravenclaw student is?"

Felix left here.

It was dark, and he returned to the office, with a small house elf standing at the door.

"More than?"

The elf raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Haipu!"

In the office, Felix handed him a bottle of butter beer machine, "Pumpkin juice and fruit juice are gone, this one tastes good, not much alcohol."

Dobby quickly thanked him.

Felix looked at his new outfit. "So, you escaped from Malfoy?"

"Yes, Mr. Haipu, you must not imagine how lucky Dobby is..." He began to talk about his magical experience.

Felix smiled and listened as he finished the story.

"You have good luck, Dobby."

Dobby said cheerfully: "Thanks to the great Harry Potter! He saved Dobby!"

"Then do you have any plans lately?"

"Planning? Dobby, Dobby wants to make a little more money and save a birthday gift for Mr. Potter, even though it is difficult..." Dobby took out a small slap-sized box from his pocket. Friend of Bee, a gift from Mr. Felix Hayp."

Felix took it with interest, and unexpectedly discovered that it was not a tattered thing.

"It looks delicate, but I didn't recognize it. What is it?"

"A music box, sir." The elf looked at him cautiously. "It didn't cost much... Dobby earned a part-time job at the Broke Cauldron Bar. The owner there is very nice, and he has two silver skewers a week. "

Soon, Dobby said goodbye and praised the butter beer by the way: "It tastes great, Dobby likes it very much. I will recommend it to my friends."

Felix looked at his disappearing figure, thinking in his heart, I can afford to hire two silvers a week.

Ask him next time if he has this intention.

Time flickered to July 14, Felix's figure appeared on a hidden street corner in Paris, France, and he walked into a narrow, dark alley.

A man in a hood leaned against the wall with his right hand in his pocket. He glanced at Felix, and Felix's face became blurred and distorted, his silver eyes gleaming slightly.

The man subconsciously avoided his sight. He said in French: "What are you here for?"

"It has nothing to do with you, as long as you know, I am not your enemy." Felix reached out and took out a brown wand, the silver light in his eyes became stronger.

"Well, remember not to cause trouble, I don't think anyone will provoke you."

The man shrank a little and moved away from the position behind him, where there was an empty wall.

Felix curled up the corners of his mouth, walked straight toward the wall, knocked the wall out of circles, and his figure disappeared.

The man stared at his back, turned his head and continued to stare out of the alley.

...

Felix looked at the scene inside. This was a makeshift bar. Various large and small wooden boxes were crooked and twisted together using magic to act as tables and chairs.

Two hooded wizards not far from him quarreled loudly. There was a silver artifact in front of them.

"Ten Gallons!"

"No, at least twelve!"

The same scene happened in this small space, except that most wizards concealed their appearance with hoods.

This is a magic black market and bar in Paris, France.

Felix stood right in front, regardless of the hidden sight of others, his gaze swept over everyone present, and when his gleaming silver ray of sight fell, these wizards either stared at him without fear, or He bowed his head in a panic and avoided, cursing in a low voice.

For the black market, demonstrating strength is a smart approach, and this is the best way for strangers to integrate here.

Felix quickly found the target, and on a makeshift bar built of wooden boxes, a wizard with dirty and loose hair was pouring inferior beer.

"Aladdin, long time no see." He said in a hoarse voice.

The wizard raised his head, his cheeks were very rough, and he was one of the few people who didn't cover himself, "Oh, it's you, have a drink?"

"No, is there anything new in Paris lately?"

"Does it count as many foreigners?"

"To be specific."

"Two Gallons."

"Ding Dong~" Two golden coins fell on the box in front of him, making a clear collision.

Aladdin grinned and put the coin away. He suddenly yelled to the surroundings: "What are you looking at? Nothing for you!"

The eyes of the others quickly left.

"In the past week, many foreigners came here, all with the names of Muggle research experts. They seemed to be attending a meeting. The Ministry of Magic was responsible for security.

"It's not funny enough, Aladdin." Felix stared into his eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, do you want to know about my pants when I was young!" Aladdin said rudely, and he turned his head, "Well, I can't beat you, otherwise..."

"Something went wrong, they had an attack..." he said.

"What attack, did anyone catch it?" Felix asked.

"No, those gang of Muggle experts are all rubbish. Two or three people rushed into the venue, knocking over a dozen people in less than a minute." Aladdin said disdainfully.

"Where is the Auror from the French Ministry of Magic?"

"They are guarding outside. The woman from the United States is said to be very arrogant. She is the leader of this meeting." Aladdin shrugged. "I guess they caused the attack."

"Why do you say that?"

Aladdin looked around and lowered his voice: "Do you want to know? Want to get first-hand information? I paid a big price."

"Ding jingle bells."

Four Jin Jialong fell on the box, and Aladdin smiled openly.

"If the news doesn't satisfy me..."

"Relax! Absolute value."

Then ~www.readwn.com~ he revealed a secret, "It is said that the attackers were very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

"Ivamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Felix was silent.

"It's too much, isn't it? There are thousands of students there, and they are in a state of desperation. Seven Americans left six in the same day."

"There are no dead people?"

"No, that's why they are arrogant. They came to announce something."

Felix walked out of the magic black market and looked at the bright sky. People in the distance were chatting leisurely. A young couple pushed a stroller and walked slowly past the plane trees.

"I always feel that it is not suitable to travel this time."