A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After a long time, Felix retreated from the thinking cabin.

From the outside world, he seemed to be in a daze for ten minutes, but the old lady Longbottom held her breath and asked with trembling lips: "How... I saw Frank suddenly motionless."

Felix squeezed his temples, and sat on the chair next to him a little tiredly: "A huge project, but ah," he smiled brightly, "I have a cure."

The old lady Longbottom let out a depressed scream. She covered her mouth tightly, her eyes suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and she stepped back and sat on the bed, "Is it true, Professor Haipu? Mr. Haipu , I hope—oh, I don’t want to ask too much, as long as they can remember something..."

"No, no, ma'am. I had a plan before I came, so I was either helpless, or theoretically it could be completely cured."

Felix said in a relaxed tone: "Although I am not humble enough to say so, what I worry most is facing a broken soul.

If this is the case, even if I have received some pointers from a master of magic, the chances of their recovery are still very small.

Fortunately, the worst case did not happen. I only need to complete a jigsaw puzzle, and maybe some emotional power..."

The old Longbottom woman calmed down and said cautiously: "Can I understand your treatment philosophy? After all, Frank and Alice have been sentenced to death by the most authoritative therapist of St Mungo..."

She originally wanted to hold these words in her heart and pretend to completely trust Felix, so that she could spend a few months hopefully, but as a hard-working witch, she personally gave her her own When her son and daughter-in-law go to the battlefield, she has her own persistence.

"Of course, please don't resist." Felix snapped his fingers again and pulled her into the thinking cabin.

After a long while, she suddenly said with radiance, "This is the Mind House, a powerful memory magic? It's a miracle. I already believe you can do it. I need to find Melim..."

"Oh, please don't do this for now, madam. I don't want too many people to know about this. It hasn't succeeded yet, hasn't it? Not everyone will accept outsiders' finger-pointing." Felix said cogently.

"You're right, Mr. Haipu." The old lady Longbottom seriously considered his suggestion. She didn't want to avoid the interference from Saint Mungo, but she was going to consult Dumbledore.

This has nothing to do with trust or not, but Dumbledore, as the founder of the Order of the Phoenix, has the right to know about it. Moreover, he can also help to check the deficiencies.

"Mr. Haipu, in your opinion, how long does it take to see the effect?"

"I can spare one morning every week. To be honest, I am willing to spend more time. This is really an interesting topic. Maybe after success, my thinking house magic will reach an incredible level..."

Felix's voice gradually became inaudible. He always believed that the House of All Requests was Ravenclaw's "Thinking House", so he always considered how to make it come to reality.

On the night of restoring the zoom spell and obtaining the magic ball, he touched a scale and a half of this realm—thousands of magic symbols were pulled out of the thinking cabin, but this special state never succeeded.

Now he saw hope again.

Felix said to the old lady Longbottom, "I can't guarantee the exact time, but I think they should be able to recognize their family by Christmas at the latest."

"I am looking forward to this, Mr. Haipu, this may be the best Christmas gift I have ever received in my life."

"I don't want to pour cold water, madam. But we'd better keep limited optimism to avoid accidents."

"This is your motto, always be vigilant? I think of a friend who is also very pessimistic about the future."

"No, I just prefer to create the future with my own hands."

...

When they walked out of the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries, the two discussed the artificial creation of magical riots by the way. Felix had not considered it clearly, he just provided some ideas in general.

"My actions may hurt Neville's feelings, so I have to get your approval." Felix said, he thought he was a bit evil, but he still said it.

"If I didn't know you to a certain extent, I thought...and, don't you worry about Neville misunderstanding you?" She couldn't help asking.

Felix shrugged, "I will ask for his forgiveness afterwards, whatever he thinks of me."

The old lady Longbottom looked at him with a complicated expression: "I may never understand the idea of ​​a Slytherin, even a good person like you. According to you, if successful, the child will inspire stronger talents. , At least not much worse than others..."

She added: "And you may suffer a lifelong misunderstanding, Mr. Haipu, that kid is more persistent than you think."

Felix reminded her calmly: "Madam, I don't want to advertise my innocence. In fact, I am discussing with you how to hurt a child to the greatest extent, even if it is only temporary."

"I am also his grandmother, and I have a reason to do this, but you...if others knew, what would they think of you? Some people would lash out at you. I know those boring people."

"Yeah, yeah," Felix said softly, "but I won't stop because of the scrutiny of others."

At his invitation, he and the old lady Longbottom used Apparition to reach the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The two walked all the way into the castle.

She looked at everything in the castle nostalgic: "I was caught by this spiral staircase when I was in school, and... I remember an ugly giant stone monster in front of Dumbledore's office."

They soon came to the "ugly huge stone monster" in her mouth. Felix stretched out his wand, and a silver light beam passed through the gap of the stone beast and disappeared. After a while, the silver light beam came back and turned into a silvery white one. Swift.

It landed on Felix's shoulder, held his head high, and made a crisp voice: "Chilled lemon juice."

The stone beast came alive suddenly, turning aside, revealing the spiral staircase inside.

"Come on, Dumbledore is waiting for us," Felix said.

Pushing open a gleaming oak door, Dumbledore was looking at them with a smile, and he got up from his chair, "Mrs. Longbottom, I was surprised by your arrival."

The old lady Longbottom pursed her lips. "Dumbledore, I need your wisdom." She began to tell what they were talking about.

Dumbledore had been listening quietly, occasionally flashing a look of surprise, but he didn't try to interrupt her. He waited until she had finished speaking before he smiled and said, "That said, I will see both of you soon. Old friend?"

"As for artificially constructing magic riots..." He frowned and looked at Felix: "I reminded you that any research on magic itself may lead to extremely dangerous results."

"I agree." The old lady Longbottom insisted, "Naville boy, I believe he would make the same choice if he knew it. But we can't tell him in advance."

Dumbledore fell into silence, and he said with emotion for a long time: "Maybe I am too sensitive. Judging from my perspective, your approach is not very dangerous, although it may be..." He looked at Felix. A similar question was asked: "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood, Felix?"

Felix calmly said: "This matter is good for everyone, and it is particularly good for me, so I don't mind pushing it forward~www.readwn.com~ Dumbledore mumbled, then he Said: "Felix, you will stay later and we will discuss this part in detail. As for Mrs. Longbottom, you..."

"I'm going to find Neville," she said sharply, "Take him to buy a new wand-through Minerva's fireplace, go back quickly."

The door behind him closed.

Dumbledore’s expression became serious. He stared at Felix, and said in a deep voice, “Are you sure about the treatment of the Longbottoms? To be honest, after the tragedy, I have tried many times to repair their broken pieces. Memories, but the situation of the Longbottoms is so bad that I can't do anything about it."

Felix laughed in a low voice, "Principal Dumbledore, I once got the selfless help of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw..."

For him, in addition to the Mind House Magic, there is one other thing he did not disclose to the old lady Longbottom, and that is the memory node, or soul node, inherited from Ms. Ravenclaw.

This is his greatest source of confidence.