A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Latest Website: In Classroom 7, Felix was sitting in a swivel chair, lost in thought.

The place where he was was a circular platform, the ground seemed to be carefully polished with a complete black gemstone, and the figure could be clearly seen. . .

In the air in front of him floated a vague book of uncertain size and shape, but when Felix looked over, the books were what he wanted.

He waved his wand, and a silver solid Patronus was condensed.

It was a small swift. When it appeared, it flew quickly around the circular room, and after circling twice, it landed right in front of Felix, as if it had never moved.

Felix waved his wand for the second time, and a round, fluffy bird of azure jumped down. Mao's eight-eyed giant spider appeared out of thin air. This terrifying creature seemed a little more pleasing to the eye in the state of the patron saint. Next, Felix kept waving his wand, and one after another mystical creatures appeared beside him.

There are long-horned water snakes with long horns on their heads and emerald green bodies; there are golden phoenixes dragging two slender and beautiful feathers; The Thestral is stretching out a pair of bat wings. If you look closely, you will find a Dementor mixed in. Even in Patronus state, it looks like a piece of black-gray rotten cloth.

Compared with it, the rags of the pig's head bar are a hundred times better.

Felix sat in the center, like the director of a magical zoo, staring at these strange patron saints.

He looked at them over and over.

These creatures seem to have their own 'characters', and they vary.

For example, Thestral's courage is very small, and the pair of silver-gray eyes without pupils are also preserved, while the ball duck and the unknown white sable seem to have strong curiosity, jumping everywhere; as for those few Fire dragons - they've been roaring and their eyes are full of rage, but they're not dozens of feet tall now, and they don't look much bigger than the fire-red lizards lying on the ground, so when a pocket Hungarian wasp lifts its neck When it was roaring dryly, the coiled bird snake next to it suddenly sprang up, stumbling the fire dragon.

Not far away, a long-horned water snake dodged and leaped into the smooth floor like a calm lake, swimming happily inside, and then stuck its head out from the other side, and looked at the griffon who was in a daze.

...

If they have anything in common, it's that they've all been carefully studied by Felix. In other words - at least in theory, he could easily become one of their kind.

There was a loud knock on the door outside, and it seemed that a troll was standing outside waving a wooden stick and slamming the door hard.

Of all the professors' memories in classroom 7, the only one who could do such a thing was—well—himself, Felix pouted, golden lines appeared on the walls of the circular room, the lines twisted into a door shape, the next second, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Wow!"

The memory blew a whistle, and the whistle echoed on the smooth ground. He looked around, "Are you able to do this now? Hey~ I really want to have this part of knowledge!" He changed his body as he spoke. In a silver and transparent state, his legs were covered by mist, pretending to be a patron saint,

"Hey, big man, I'm your companion," Memory introduced himself to a tall ptarmigan. "I," he pointed to himself, "with you—" His hand drew a horizontal circle , circled all the magical animals present, "It's the same."

Thunderbird stared at him sideways, motionless.

Felix rolled his eyes.

"Be careful, it's 'pride' incarnate."

"What's the effect? ​​Is it pretending to be a statue?" The memory circled the Thunderbird merrily. The Thunderbird, a head taller than a normal person, flapped its wings and blew the memory away. He floated to Felix as if he had no weight. before.

Eyes met, Memory cleared his throat.

Felix suddenly thought of something and said to his memory, "I have a question and I need your help." He said slowly: "There is a flaw in Voldemort's soul. My idea is to work hard in this area, but Playing with the soul is a more taboo and evil realm than time, and public information is sparse...

I can change the time of an apple, but I can't change the soul of a thorn.

Soul, memory, emotions, these three intersect, if you give me enough time-" Felix frowned.

Memory has an expression of listening intently.

"Go on!"

"—Don't interrupt." Felix said, "Whether it's the realm of time or the realm of soul, what I first came into contact with were some scattered points..."

For the former, Felix has the research materials of the Silent People of all ages copied from the Department of Mysteries, and the hour reversal spell is one of the results;

He still has plenty of time and energy.

The so-called 'sufficient' is only a relative term. This thing is like a dementor. Once it is researched, the number will decrease sharply, and it will never be enough.

As for the latter - the realm of the soul, Felix also occupies a few insignificant footholds, such as the Unforgivable Curse, and the Thestral perspective. But it can only be said that it is very difficult to create a soul cage with these isolated points.

Fortunately, Felix is ​​very good at memory magic, and has an in-depth study of one branch - emotions. His busy work during this time is also related to this topic: using memory magic and emotional magic as a springboard to intervene in the realm of the soul.

His increasingly bizarre Patronus is a combination of the two.

In addition to the Patronus, Felix must also thank the Dementors for their contribution with life.

Dementors do not belong to real life. They have some similar characteristics to Voldemort's remnant. If the Patronus can trap dementors, can it trap Voldemort's remnant?

This is what Felix is ​​doing. But he is a little hesitant now, not knowing who should be the main force.

"Which emotion do you think Voldemort has the least resistance to?" Felix asked.

"Um..." Memory pondered.

"It can't be the negative emotions," Felix said to himself, "that's the positive emotions? But can repentance be classified into the positive emotions? It may play a role in the later 'prison reform'. important, but used to capture..."

He shook his head, maybe it wouldn't work too well.

"I think..." Memory opened his mouth.

"...But I can't say for sure," Felix swayed again. "'Confession' is an emotion that Voldemort will never spontaneously generate. It will cause him great pain."

"I said, why don't you put them together?" After being interrupted a few times, the memory said in a sharp tone.

"Together? Throw it all at once?" Felix blinked.

"Yeah, rushing up." Memories turned to Nunu's mouth towards those numerous patron saints, "You have a whole army of patron saints."

Felix started his brain, it's not that he didn't think of similar ideas, but the Patronus was not used to fight, but to trap Voldemort and used it as a kind of cage. Essentially, it's no different from a dementor trap - at most, the cage that holds Voldemort must be stronger...

He was about to open his mouth to explain, when a strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was fascinated by this idea.

rushing up? No, it's creating some kind of cycle.

...

When he saw Sirius again the next day, he didn't seem to be in high spirits.

"I don't know what the old man is doing wrong." Sirius said with a sullen expression, "Last night, he came to my office to ask questions, and urged me to—" He suddenly paused and changed the subject bluntly: "By the way, did you provoke him, he kept arranging you."

"I'm more curious, how did he get to your office?" Felix asked.

He looked around the auditorium and saw that there were two distinct atmospheres in the school. One was naturally the students who went to class as usual. The final exams had not yet started, so they were still in the mood to discuss whether breakfast was delicious or not. The other group—the fifth and seventh graders The student's face was pale, and he couldn't swallow.

A seventh-year Ravenclaw girl stared at the vegetable soup in a daze, while her companion scrutinized the strawberry pie she had just taken two bites, as if worried that there was poison in it - or the other way around, Felix Si guessed.

In any case, they had been motionless for two full minutes.

"Because I moved his portrait," said Sirius sullenly, seeming to regret his hasty decision, "the day before I took office. He told me that since even Kreacher was free, Help in the kitchen, there's no reason to keep him in the big house."

"So you agreed?" Felix asked amusingly. "You should know that his emotions are not real. He is not your great-grandfather either."

"Yeah, I know, I didn't learn this stuff, but if you've been confronted with portraits of ancestors who have stiff responses and bad speech since childhood, you'll be as self-aware as I am. This." Sirius said with a gloomy face: "The portrait of the headmaster at Hogwarts is more realistic at best, but their reaction can't go beyond the initial setting..."

"Like my mother," he said sullenly. "She really left her grudge on that portrait."

That's the sad part of the portrait.

They're like a carefully programmed program that calls into a pre-stored memory before reacting -- they're not living people, but objects that give feedback according to old rules. Moreover, it is also difficult for them to change their inherent concepts. In Blackoff's mouth, Sirius will always be the "unworthy descendant who brings shame to the family", and he will never be forgiven.

However, from another point of view, their reactions are also the most real. If Phineas Black's portrait shows enough attention to Sirius, it is very likely that he would be the same when he was still alive.

Perhaps in the eyes of Sirius, although it is only a portrait, it is indeed a rare thing related to the Black family that can be communicated normally.

...

The wizarding exam will last for two weeks.

If Felix's exams this year are different from the past three years, it's that he's become a non-staff examiner—in his spare time, he'll work with the Wizards Exam Authority examiners to maintain the discipline of the written exams.

In previous years, these jobs belonged to the four deans.

Felix was looking forward to the chance to proctor the first and last day of the exam, but of course it was the last day that meant a lot - it was Dumbledore's duel with Voldemort.

He was paired with Professor Tofudi. When Felix led the fifth-grade students from the foyer to the auditorium, many students were surprised to find that the four long dining tables had disappeared, replaced by many small tables for one person.

"This exam is Charm Theory. The exam paper, quill and ink are all on the table. Well, you can start."

Professor Tofudi finished speaking at the slow pace of the old man, and nodded to Felix, who turned a giant hourglass upside down.

The students opened the papers and began to answer.

Felix stood on the podium. For him, this exam was like a microcosm of a highly condensed real society. The expressions of the students were strange and the reactions were very interesting.

With a sullen face - Felix reckons the student must be unprepared;

Of course there are also relaxed expressions. With the passage of time, the emotions of these people will go to two extremes. One type of people looks more and more dignified, with a pimple between their eyebrows; the other type is consistent from beginning to end.

Ron Weasley's performance here is good enough to be included in the case study, and it is still difficult - if Felix intends to carry out research in this area - his expression changes rapidly, between excitement and hesitation. switch. For a short time, Felix could only think that he might have a little bit of each question, but only a little bit...

There were also some students who showed a surprised expression, which was a reaction only when they encountered a knowledge point that they were good at during the exam. Harry, for example, swore that he would never forget the levitating spell in his life, and he believed that Ron was the same, after all, not everyone had the opportunity to stun a mad troll simply and neatly.

The second question was the cracking spell for the Eye Disease Curse, which Harry could easily answer.

The third question is a bit difficult and describes in detail the relevant knowledge of the repair spell.

Harry had read Hermione's spell notes carefully before the exam, so what appeared in his mind at the moment was not the rigid font on the textbook, but Hermione's handwriting.

He first wrote the definition of a repairing spell, "a spell that...can be used to...repair...broken objects..." Why is there a definition for this kind of thing? Harry thought as he wrote, the memory behind was a little vague, and he could only summarize it in his own words.

After checking it he added an adjective, 'mostly' after 'repair'.

Then what? Harry looked up and thought, and he saw that Hermione, who was sitting in the front several positions, had never raised her head, and the quill was spinning like a spinning top. He stared at Hermione's tousled hair in a daze. What would happen if he cast a Repair Charm on them? Inspiration flooded into his heart, and he lowered his head and quickly wrote: "Contraindications... can't be used on people... It doesn't work on the liquid in the container."

Good, Harry thought, that's all it takes.

Just as he was about to write a specific spell, he thought of another knowledge point that could be written—the inventor of the spell. So he picked up the quill, "This spell is forbidden to abuse—"

Harry stopped.

All he remembered was that the spell was invented by a witch in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but he couldn't remember where it was, and he tried to exclude, it was unlikely to be Mr. Weasley's office, because Harry thought How does this spell have no connection with Muggles, maybe because wizards don't understand the increasingly complex Muggle tools?

In the end he didn't use that rhetoric because he hadn't heard a similar story from Hermione.

So he crossed out the words and summed it up simply as "This spell was invented at work by a witch from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." After writing, Harry stared at the short sentence 'at work', and he Not sure, but he thinks it's worth the risk.

Next, he quickly wrote down the incantation and casting action of the repairing mantra~www.readwn.com~, and used a lot of space to describe how he felt when casting the spell.

Harry continued to answer questions, he particularly liked questions 7, 12 and 15 because they were all about summoning spells, and Harry had successfully summoned a broom from a castle bedroom to the Forbidden Forest. It was to deal with a vicious Hungarian wasp.

The twentieth question was about the Patronus Charm, and Harry wrote a whole lot of it, finally filling in all the places he could answer.

When he came out of the exam room, Harry relaxed a little bit. He felt that he could at least get a 'good'. From the expression on Ron's face, he answered it well, but neither of them was interested in answering Hermione.

"I know we made mistakes and missed a lot of points, but let's feel the satisfaction of the moment the score comes in," Ron told her firmly, and Harry thought Ron's tone was like Extremely inmates awaiting trial results.

Even Death Eaters probably wouldn't discuss their crimes with fellow prisoners before trial. Harry thought.

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