A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Back in the office, Hogwarts looked extremely quiet at night, and the forbidden forest in the distance was deeper than the night. Felix carefully looked at the eight-eyed giant spider in the large glass cover and recorded the latest data.

"Sorcerer, when are you going to let me go back?" the eight-eyed giant spider said coarsely.

"Alright, wait until the experiment is finished." Felix said perfunctorily.

...

After spending the daily teaching routine on Friday the next day, the time came to the second weekend after school started. Felix dressed neatly and took time to Hogsmeade Village.

He deliberately walked through the main entrance of the school, and when he was on both sides of the cast iron gate, he saw the existence of dementors.

This thing was even more evil than he thought. It seemed to carry a rolling cold wave on his body. As soon as he got close, he would involuntarily stiffen his body, and his mood would be rapid.

When Felix consciously operated the Occlusion, the influence of the dementors on him plummeted, and these cloaked monsters in tattered cloth seemed to lose interest in him.

But his ill feeling for this creature has multiplied, and he has a strong impulse to destroy.

Pushing open the door of Mrs. Pattef’s teahouse, Felix came to this place called the "dating mecca" by Hogwarts students for the first time. To a certain extent, it does have a hazy beauty.

The interior is foggy, the layout is narrow and cramped, and all the ornaments inside are decorated with slightly tacky lace.

Felix doesn't like this style of decoration very much, but it must be admitted that the owner has created a good atmosphere.

In addition to a few pairs of young wizards and wizards, he also found a few individual guests enjoying refreshments, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. He came to the counter and saw a short and chubby middle-aged witch with a smile on his face.

"Mrs. Pattif?"

"It's me, dear, what do you want?" said Mrs. Pattif, who was wearing a black bun.

"Help me check the appointment information, and Ms. Augusta Longbottom, ten o'clock."

Mrs. Padif lowered her head and looked at the record that only she could understand, "It is true, she told me, at ten o'clock in the morning, at the deck next to the window, you are a quarter of an hour ahead."

"I know. Give me a cup of coffee first. Where is it?" Felix said.

"On your left, walk down the aisle, there is a lace bow menu next to that small round table."

Felix sat down and looked at the gray window. His index finger was pointing on it. The glass fainted and slapped a large area, and he could clearly see the outside.

He was thinking about his thoughts silently. In the conversation with Lupin on Thursday night, he accidentally discovered the traces of the three Harry, so he deliberately guided Lupin to tell the pro-age story.

‘I don’t know if Harry can bear it, but cruel truth is better than false security. Whether it's decadence or rising, it's my own choice, and I can't blame others for the least. ’

About seven or eight minutes later, he saw an old woman holding a big red handbag appear on the street corner.

As soon as she entered the door, she asked Padif aloud whether anyone had come, and Mrs. Padif pointed to his position and said something, and then the old woman strode over.

Felix stood up and shook her hand, "Hello, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Hello, Professor Haipu, we met in the summer." Mrs. Longbottom stretched out a dry, eagle-claw-like hand, and then she took off her tall hat with an old carved specimen pattern. , Put it together with the red handbag, and sat across from him.

Mrs. Padif brought a cup of black tea, "According to your habit, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Oh, Padve, you are still so sweet." said Mrs. Longbottom. She looked at the coffee in front of Felix and suggested to him: "The black tea here is good. I like it very much. You can try it."

"There will be a chance, ma'am," Felix said.

After some greetings, the two entered the subject. Felix said, "Madam, you should have received my letter. Neville's wand seems to be inherited from his father, and it is not easy to use."

Mrs. Longbottom stirred the black and red-colored tea with a small spoon. "You are right, child."

Felixton paused and said tentatively: "Maybe I don't understand the traditions of the Longbottom family, maybe..."

"No, maybe, no." Mrs. Longbottom pressed her lips tightly, "Neville's boy insisted."

That little round face with a slightly slow reaction and introverted cowardly? Felix didn't believe it.

He looked at her calmly, silently silent.

Mrs. Longbottom thought for a while, "This is not a shameful thing. My son and daughter-in-law were tortured crazy by Voldemort's men. They lived in St. Mungo's Hospital all the year round. Neville grew up with me, before going to school. , I take him to San Mungo to visit his parents every other week..."

"Wait, you mean, his parents are still alive?"

"Of course!" said Mrs. Longbottom proudly. "They were tortured by the four Death Eater scum, with a heartbreaking curse... Few people can survive, but they are good, Frank and Alice, I must say , They are all good!"

Her voice rumbling, attracted the attention of many people.

"Mind-drilling curse..." Felix repeated gently.

"It's this spell, one of the unforgivable spells, that can make you worse than death." Mrs. Longbottom said: "Frank and Alice are the most courageous people I have ever met. They didn't confide a word. I feel for them. Pride, just a little regret... Obviously Voldemort is dead, I still remember Frank said to celebrate the victory."

She held up a cup of black tea, covering her face.

After two or three minutes, she calmed down. Except for the red eyes, the expression on her face became more proud, "We digressed and wasted your time, Professor Haipu."

"It's nothing, I admire those who are determined." Felix said.

"Thank you. Where did we say it, wand? Oh yes, wand."

"Probably when Neville was four or five years old, he came back from the hospital, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and uncovered his father's wand. It was hidden by me. The core of the wand was made of unicorn hair. He was very loyal.

"I thought he was on a whim, so let him go. But he has held it since then. When school starts, I will take him to buy a wand. He refuses to die, saying that he will take it with him. His father's wand."

"Didn't you persuade him, madam?"

"I tried it. This kid is usually cowardly, but he is very persistent in this matter. Moreover, before the start of school, he successfully used that wand to cast a simple spell. Judging by his previous performance , It was a miracle... I also agreed."

Felix thought for a while and suggested that she said, "Maybe we can buy another wand. As for Neville's father, let it be a spare wand."

Mrs. Longbottom said with a stern expression: "I don't think changing a magic wand will help him much. The transcript he got back this summer made me feel ashamed! I didn't inherit the talents of his parents at all. I doubted him for a while. It was a dumb gun~www.readwn.com~ until he showed his magical talents because of an accident."

Felix said mildly: "But as you said, he is not a genius in the first place. A little influence will bring about huge changes, let alone a magic wand?"

He took out a stack of parchment from the ring. "This is Neville's performance of learning spells in the duel class. It was recorded by him. The above data is unexpectedly honest, and it also gives me a clearer picture of his situation. understanding."

"From the data point of view, Neville learns a spell three to five times slower than the average person. It's hard to tell if there is a magic wand..."

Mrs. Longbottom watched carefully, turning over one by one. In addition to Neville’s handwriting, there was another person’s mark and summary. After a while, she raised her head, "You convinced me, Professor Haipu, Neville Meeting you is really his greatest fortune."

Felix shrugged, "I'm also curious about how he performed after he got the new wand. Besides, Mrs. Longbottom, I have a merciless please..."