A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The owl flew into the blue sky with the letter, quickly turned into a small black spot, and finally disappeared. Felix had a foreboding that this would be a long journey.

In the last academic year, he had several exchanges with Yuria, which roughly mentioned some of his real ideas, such as using newspapers to compete for public opinion, using systems to improve laws and regulations, using pilot projects to accumulate experience, and using powerful forces to **** , And keep enough patience.

The experience of his new pen pal is worthy of his vigilance. Once he takes it too quickly, he will be an enemy of the world. Although he is confident that he will not fall into Grindelwald's situation, the failure to realize the blueprint in his heart is a failure in itself, let alone making the world. Into the flames of war.

If he had to describe Felix's mentality, he thought of a philosophical topic-Theseus' Paradox.

A ship of Theseus, which has been sailing at sea for hundreds of years, will be replaced as long as one wooden board rots, and so on, until every sampan and every cable on this ship is not the most The ones that started. So, is the ship that finally spawned is the original ship of Theseus, or is it a completely different ship?

There are many speculations that can be extended from this, but Felix is ​​not interested in the answer to the question, especially not to discuss it with others. Because this kind of problem has a unified feature, that is, there is no recognized criterion for judging what is new, what is old, what is part, and what is whole. Everyone has different understandings.

His ideas are more pragmatic. Felix knew that if the ship had not been replaced with rotten shipboards and had not been repaired regularly, it would definitely not be able to withstand the turbulence and corrosion for hundreds of years, and there would be no more torturing problems later on.

The same goes for replacing the ship of Theseus with the ship of the wizard.

Felix intends to be the one who constantly replaces the planks. As for who will be the philosopher who will break the casserole and ask the question, Felix smiled narrowly, let him go! He just hoped that the later this person appeared, the better. It's best to wait until he knocks the wizard ship from top to bottom, and the people on the ship are surprised to find out: Why is it different from the beginning?

"I just want to be a snowballer, saving time and effort... Now I am a boat repairman. What about Voldemort? Rats that eat wood planks, mold that corrodes the hull? What about Dumbledore? Grindelwald won't Was it the last violent ship repairer who was forced to be laid off?"

When Felix walked towards the ancient magic text classroom, he hummed softly: "I am a ship repairer, with strong repair skills~" He walked into the classroom happily and stood on the stage to teach the seventh graders .

"The professor seems to be in a good mood," Cedric whispered.

"Professor, do you have any good news to share?" Li Qiaodan raised his hand grimly and asked.

"Ah," Felix said lazily, "There is one. Professor McGonagall invited me to participate in the student club assessment. I have not experienced it before. I think it must be very interesting."

"Is there any such thing in the school?" Li Qiaodan asked blankly, "I remember that when I established the'Big Voice' club, I only had to fill out a form. That was four years ago..."

"How many people are there in your club?" Cedric asked in a confused tone.

"Just me." Li Qiaodan said.

"So you never applied for an event venue?" Cedric took a breath.

"No--"

"Are there funds for the school's activities?" Cedric stared at him with deep gray eyes.

Li Jordan opened his mouth wide, including Fred and George.

"This is the key." Cedric summed up in a low voice.

"We seem to miss something, George." Fred slowly recalled.

"Yeah, we haven't heard anything about it." George said unwillingly.

"Ahem," Felix cleared his throat, "It's normal for you not to understand. I also asked Professor McGonagall to know that relevant information will only be sent to those student groups that have registered their names in the student union... , We have started class, and today we are going to learn a set of magic circuit, which is suitable for all kinds of items that need fire protection, such as amulets, or building materials..."

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the twins rushed out of the classroom, turned down the stairs, ran to the bulletin board in the hall, and scanned it with wide-eyed eyes.

"Sure enough, there was nothing on it." Fred said with a disappointed look.

"Hi." Harry greeted with a form, and Ron and Hermione followed him, preparing to have lunch.

Fred and George looked over viciously and startled the three of them.

"What are you holding?" Fred asked.

"Uh-the form given by Professor McGonagall is related to the frontline observation station. I haven't read it carefully yet." Harry said vaguely.

Fred suddenly jumped over, wrapped Harry's shoulders with one hand, and spread the parchment Harry was holding with the other. George's movements were almost synchronized, and the two of them sandwiched Harry between the left and the right, provoking him. Harry kept protesting.

There is only a short line on the paper: "We invite the student association under the Student Union-Frontline Observation Station to participate in the professor review. Those who pass will receive the corresponding venue, equipment and activity funds provided by the school. Please prepare relevant materials in advance."

Purpose, scope of activities, list of current members, etc.

After reading it, Fred sighed.

"George, we must not miss it. This is our only chance to leave the name of the'Mischief League' in the prize showroom."

"Mischief League?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why haven't you heard of it?"

"Just established." Fred said immediately.

"When did you become a model Percy?" Ron deliberately pretended to be surprised and circled them.

Fred shook his finger. "Oh, Ronnie, we are different from Percy. This is just a step in our grand plan," he said in a low voice, "George and I are doing everything possible to leave more marks at school. ——"

"Yeah," George winked at them. "We drew a map of Black Lake, buried 72 secret treasures, and even ventured into Filch's office to make a copy of our prohibited materials over the years... "

Ron swallowed and looked at him in awe.

"...Give it to Mafalda." George gasped.

"Who is it for?" Harry was taken aback, almost throwing Fred and George out.

"Mafalda." Fred said, rubbing his shoulders. "I have to admit that our relative is a genius. She recently opened up a new business to help people write biographies."

The expressions of Harry, Ron, and Hermione froze, as if they were petrified.

"Think about it," George patted Ron on the shoulder at last, "stuffed a biography of our glorious history into the library and waited quietly for someone to find out..."

Hermione snorted, "I think you want to train a few more students to inherit your prank career."

"You said it." Fred smiled.

"This is our dream." George nodded loudly.

They kicked and left.

"Do you know what I thought of?" Harry gritted his teeth.

Ron and Hermione looked at him, "Riddle's diary," Harry said weirdly, "They know the map of the map, and they will definitely make similar arrangements to guide the naughty students to find the treasure they buried... "

After lunch, Felix appeared in the staff lounge, where Professor McGonagall was unexpectedly there. She looked very busy, with a stack of papers on her temporary desk.

There is another person in the staff lounge, Cuthbert Binns, professor of history of magic. He seemed to be asleep, and the ghost body was lying on a transparent couch, snoring with panting.

Professor McGonagall raised his head and pushed his glasses, "Has the news spread?"

"I know what I should know," Felix pulled a chair from the side and sat down. "There are a few big speaker students there. This matter will soon become an open secret. It is estimated that the registration will be held at that time. Overcrowded..."

Professor McGonagall smiled faintly, then tightened his lips, "Will it work?"

Felix shrugged.

"Some things are better than not done well. We don't want to see the students of Slytherin College being isolated because of the Wizarding War. This kind of foreseeable trouble can be one less. After being in the Magic Club Try it, now is the time to promote it to schools."

"So you recommend that every club contains at least two academies?"

Felix nodded, "I agree with Hogwarts dividing the little wizards into different colleges. This brings one benefit: as soon as freshmen enroll in school, they will immediately feel a sense of belonging, and will naturally generate a sense of competition. There should be cooperation, so as to increase the cohesion of the four colleges."

Professor McGonagall smiled unabashedly.

After a while, she looked at Professor Bins and the couch he was lying on with a sharp gaze from behind the round glasses. If she was inadvertently, she might see them as a whole, just like a strange ghost chair. The feet protruding from the chair seemed to be It's about to reach into the fireplace.

"Can I take out the things in classroom seven?" Professor McGonagall asked softly.

Felix thought for a while, "Students must not be able to bring them out. But ghosts are special. Didn't they bring food to the auditorium last Easter? I guess it should last for a while..." He said to the castle. The ghost group is not regarded as attention, there are only two who really care, and they have already gone on bravely.

Since classroom 7 was opened to students, everything in it has been handed over to a few memories for management.

In the next two days, as Felix expected, various clubs have become the center of new topics. The students began to do everything possible to inquire about the details. After learning that the first step of the activity-as long as you find three people to report to the student union, they were ready to move; when someone got the student union's approval letter and assessment sheet under the eyes of the students to show off , They finally couldn't hold it back anymore and started to act one after another.

Especially when Ron unconsciously said: "If I start a music appreciation club, can I apply for a magic phonograph?"

As soon as this remark came out, the world was shocked.

Soon some students put it into practice, and what is even more outrageous is that he even succeeded. So various clubs have sprung up.

Felix certainly knows that after the enthusiasm fades, most clubs will become uninterested and will be automatically abolished next year. But he is also very sure that there will definitely be clubs to stay, and each club is equivalent to a small Mowen club, acting as a bridge between the four colleges.

Felix was fairly satisfied with borrowing the school's original system and changing it a bit to achieve his goal. He, the ship repairer, replaced the next board.

If you stretch the time, what will Hogwarts end up like? Felix believes that time will brew everything.

The only hard thing was the two male and female student council chairmen. They had to audit all kinds of weird clubs. Although they understood Professor McGonagall's hint and relaxed the audit standards a bit, they were still frightened by the more outrageous things.

"Mischief League? What is this?" The boy student union chairman looked shocked.

The chairperson of the Girls Student Union took a look and said angrily, "I knew it was the Weasley twins! I caught them digging holes in the school two days ago!"

"Then what to do?"

"Rejected! Oh, forget it, let them change their names." The chairperson of the girls student union thought for a while, "I can't let the two of us suffer, I'll call some helpers over..."

...

Ron and Hermione were still a little baffled when they were called, and even more baffled when they saw Malfoy. Then, the two student council chairmen moved over a thick stack of materials and said to the prefects of the four colleges: "Every The person is responsible for part, and strive to complete the review today."

Malfoy frowned and looked at the chairman of the student union with his hands empty. "What about you guys?"

"We are responsible for the final check." The chairman of the Boys Student Union said naturally.

"Pay attention to the college name, no discriminatory language, no inducing violations, and don't even think about names like the Prank League!" said the chairperson of the girls' student union ticklishly.

When the work was divided, the time spent quickly became one-tenth of the original. After almost one night, all the audit work was finally over.

On the weekend, a huge piece of parchment was posted on the bulletin board in the hall, and the parchment was illuminated by a group of four magic lights.

A group of students surrounded him.

"I declare:

The list of all clubs approved by the Student Union is as follows:

Music Appreciation Group, Muggle Movie Appreciation Club, Crackling Explosion Card Club, Magic Puppet Duel Club, Chocolate Frog Card Battle Club, Classroom 7 Exploration Team, Horned Snorer Must Exist Club, Frontline Lookout Station, Grilled Fish League, Every Weekly Reading A Book Association, Bounce Dancers League, SPEW...

The above clubs can recruit members in the school auditorium on the last weekend of this month and participate in the professor review on the first weekend of December. Those who pass will receive support from event venues, professor guidance, event equipment and start-up funds.

Member requirements:

1. At least three full members;

2. Contain at least two colleges;

..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood under the announcement ~www.readwn.com~, reading all kinds of reliable and unreliable names, trying to analyze who founded these clubs.

"Look, Harry Potter Admirers Club! Daniel, our application is approved!"

Harry closed his eyes in pain, his face was flushed with fever, and he tried to pretend to be indifferent. He glanced quickly to the side, and he saw Brother Crevy holding his head and cheering. Ron said strangely: "This name is good." Blame, the'Guarding the School Rules' club, who gave this name? If Percy hadn't graduated, I would have thought it was him..."

With that, Ron opened his mouth wide, and Fred and George were giving high fives with joy.

In addition, they also saw--

"S.P.E.W.?" Harry looked at Hermione dumbfounded.

Hermione turned her head away with a guilty conscience and blushed, "Well, I think, if SPEW can be made into a regular club in the school like the Gobish Club, someone will always pay attention to the treatment of house elves... I promise that I will not delay the activities of the frontline observation station!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Do you know what I thought of?" Ron asked palely.

Harry nodded understandingly. At present, apart from the initiator, Hermione, the only members of SPEW are Ron and Harry. When I think of their names will be printed under "vomit", they will be exhibited in the auditorium two weeks later, or maybe a month later. When the professors were recited in front of them, their hearts were ashamed.

Harry's only thought at the moment is, whether it is the Harry Potter Admirers Club or the so-called S.P.E.W., don't hire anyone!