A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After separating from Harry, Felix and Winnie stood at the intersection waiting for a taxi.

"Is the wand still working?"

"Very good," Winnie nodded, "although there are various restrictions - when I went to register, the anti-magic abuse office told me a lot, and asked me to fill in my home address and warned me not to violate the law. The behavior, and the traces on the wand, persist for a while..."

"But in general," she said with a light breath, tiptoeing her toes, "it feels great..."

"Those people aren't targeting you," Felix reassured casually. "Well, although you do increase their workload objectively, complaints are inevitable..." He joked. "But to be fair, you are still newcomers to the magic world. You are similar to those little wizards who are just entering the school. You need the necessary attention and guidance. When you are familiar with them, these restrictions will all disappear."

He beckoned, and a taxi drove towards them from a distance with its turn signals.

"Oh, by the way, I seem to have seen it last time, is this the logo of a certain band?" Felix glanced at Winnie, who had a black and white key-shaped badge on her chest.

"You said this?" Winnie pinched the badge excitedly and showed it to him.

She said in a showy tone: "This is a souvenir of the concert, François Crutoy, have you heard the name? He is famous among Muggles! Known as the piano poet after Chopin, The music is delicate and beautiful, sad but not sad, and very imaginative. His most legendary experience is that the wound on his hand was originally incurable, but it was miraculously healed overnight..."

Felix was stunned.

"...Although this matter has been talked about, but Francois has never responded positively. Many people speculate that the injury on his hand may be related to mental stress. If you figure it out, it will be better. And he has experienced a low point. , he burst out of inspiration and created tracks such as 'Worrying Angel' and 'Magic Goddess' one after another. He recently had a concert at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden, and my friends and I both bought tickets."

"Sounds good," Felix said thoughtfully. "Maybe I can find time to see..."

A somewhat cold courtyard appeared in his mind. As the only spectator, Felix enjoyed a unique piano performance, but he did not expect that the dumb young man would be so famous... Felix hopes to meet again. , the amazing purity of his sound has not changed.

Dropping Winnie into a taxi, Felix spent some time at Sword Castle.

With the Weasley twins graduating from school, they took back the dividends and ownership of the sound transmission mirror and anti-curse series products over the past few years, and immediately couldn't wait to start the implementation of their own business territory. From Penello's mouth, Felix Learned that two people have opened three branches. However, due to the number of people, they have not completely separated from the "future world", and the two companies still maintain a cooperative relationship in many projects.

"What do you mean by cooperation?"

"In addition to the functional upgrade of existing products, there is also - um - OEM. The two of them alone can't produce 2,000 sets of Dark Lord scare box suits in a week." Penello is half-complaining and half-yes Proudly said, "Only we can do it in the entire magical world!"

"Oh, oh," Felix said in admiration, "after hearing what you said, I realize that I seem to have overlooked some details. Can you give me a hint, Miss Clearwater, should I give Dobby a raise? ?"

Penello showed an odd expression.

"I can't find any excuse for holding back, sir. He's done a fantastic job - in fact, there are more house-elves in the company than there are in the Hogwarts kitchen, and Mr. Lupin was at a loss as to how to arrange them. They, you know, are terribly motivated."

Felix imagined the scene of Remus scratching his head, and smiled rudely, "Then how did you solve it? Oh, OEM—"

"That's just part of it. We had several meetings devoted to how to place them, and Mr. Lupin came up with the idea of ​​the assembly line that you mentioned to him, so our entire staff spent two days dismantling the production steps of the existing product. On, leave those simple spellcasting enchantments to the house-elves."

Felix was quite satisfied with this, and sat in his chair and turned around.

"What about their treatment?"

"Strictly follow the "Guidelines for the Rights of House-Elves" as specified by the Ministry of Magic."

"Er—is this some kind of law, I don't seem to have heard of it at all?"

Penello sighed: "The Ministry of Magic has long established a series of regulations on the treatment of house elves, which have existed for many years, but they have never been strictly enforced..."

It was a decoration.

Felix understood. Many wizarding families, such as the Malfoys and the Blacks before Sirius, abused their house-elves. Due to the absolute obedience of house-elves, the Ministry of Magic couldn't investigate much, or—it was doubtful that they did.

"By the way, there is one more thing!" Penello said suddenly: "The house elves have always hoped to swear allegiance to you—"

"What did you say?" Felix stood up.

"It's the kind of loyalty that a servant has to his master." Penello looked at him secretly. "Many elves were driven out by their masters, or they were driven out from the previous generation. In short, they had a very poor life before. Dobby Find them and tell them about your generosity and kindness... those house-elves are looking forward to this day."

"Well."

Felix nodded thoughtfully.

After a while, he raised his head, "Sign a contract with them—but not in my name, in the name of the 'Future World' company. Also, I need you to do one thing from now on—" Penello listened with a serious expression , and took out a small notebook to record. "—Recruit some humanoids as employees, werewolves, vampires, centaurs, mermen, veelas, giants, and goblins, you know what I mean, those who are intelligent and can communicate with people...not one step, we can even first Try recruiting some hybrids."

"You're doing this for...?" Penello asked, holding his breath.

"Don't you think it's fun to get them together?"

Felix smiled, but Penello had no sense of humor at all. He sighed and murmured in his heart: Oh, poor Percy... They don't keep talking about work together, do they?

"Well, I do have enough reasons - as the company continues to expand, we need to develop new product sales channels, and these hybrids, especially those with wizards, can be guides."

His real purpose is far more than these, such as laying the foundation for the pan-magic alliance in advance... From the current point of view, this is not very effective, and even a little thankless, but if one day, the magic world is forced to open up, Felix hopes The entire magical world has one and only one voice.

He didn't elaborate, the above reasons were enough to convince Penello, she nodded.

"It will be very troublesome to operate, many of them have hatred for each other, and what's worse, most of them have no good feelings for wizards, so there is no need to rush, as a long-term task ... I will and Born Ms. Si discussed that it is best to borrow a few people from the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control."

Felix continued his thoughts as he spoke. With the fall of Voldemort, it was time to find an opportunity for the Ministry of Magic to take over the responsibilities that belonged to them.

What is the role of the Ministry of Magic?

To make laws and govern the wizarding world as a whole, it is of paramount importance to hide the wizarding world from the Muggle world. But if exposure cannot be avoided, they have the responsibility to study the relevant plans and risks and make adequate preparations.

With the arrest of the dark wizard coming to an end, the next move of the Ministry of Magic is the trial, the award, and then what? Without Felix, peace would naturally be restored, and everyone would live their own lives behind closed doors.

From this point of view, the entire group of wizards are lazy, little townspeople with no sense of crisis.

No need to be surprised.

Due to the limitation of the number of people and the great convenience of magic, wizards cannot establish a huge and meticulous political, economic, cultural and legal system like the real world - which requires a huge amount of manpower to maintain the operation of this system.

The pace of life in the wizarding world has always been slow, so slow that many systems and customs have been passed down for hundreds of years and will not change easily. In essence, the wizarding world is based on people - visionary and outstanding wizards stand up to promote social progress.

If you look at this problem from a higher level:

Every ten years or decades, several outstanding wizards are born. They are brilliant in their respective research fields and have a detached status. Therefore, they can easily push a certain aspect of the wizarding society forward by themselves. , not only limited to the system, but also such as potions, spells, new theories...

The Chocolate Frog Character Card is an epitome of this phenomenon.

"Come on, let's see the house-elves army," Felix said briskly.

They came to the third floor, where nearly one-third of the place belonged to house elves. After opening a slightly smaller door, the scene of labor in full swing came in. More than a hundred house-elves sit around a huge, low workbench that looks like a tall staircase or a rectangular ring.

They sat in small chairs with various semi-finished materials neatly placed in front of them.

The house-elves move in unison, pointing their slender fingers to a cut out wrapping paper, which is dazzlingly folded and transformed into a delicate gift box in seconds that Felix swears he will never do. Can't read it wrong, he saw a cartoon version of the bald, noseless wizard...

"Mr. Hepp!"

With an exaggerated scream, a house-elf jumped down from his position, quickly flipped his short legs, and appeared in front of Felix.

"Hello, Dobby," Felix said.

"So are you, Mr. Hepp," said Dobby excitedly, looking at Felix with his big, round eyes. Then all the elves stopped their work, timidly gathered around, and looked at Felix cautiously with the same eyes as Dobby.

"Hello, folks—er—elves."

"Sir, this is Buck," said Dobby cheerfully, pointing to the house-elf nearest him. "Hello, Buck." Felix nodded. "This is Kiki, Baker, Hao Li, Beyton, Kiki," he introduced one by one, then slapped his forehead, "Oh, yes!" Dobby dragged him from the crowd like a magic trick A house-elf, "And Winky."

Winky was wearing a clean little dress and hid behind the crowd.

"Blinky?" Dobby looked at her happily.

"Mr. Hai, Mr. Haip—" said Twinkle cautiously.

"How are you doing here?" Felix asked.

"Very, very good..." she whispered.

"No, Winky!" Dobby exclaimed, "Winky is still thinking about her original owner, Mr. Crouch, and I said to her, we have a new—well, employer, but she's not happy, she And refused to accept any wages!"

"Buck doesn't want an employer either, Buck wants a master!" said the house-elf who was first introduced eagerly, staring straight at Felix.

"Kiki too. Don't be an elf that no one wants!" a house-elf with a slightly sharper voice shouted. Her words drew a garbled chorus of approval, and a group of tiny heads with bat ears bobbed up and down.

"That's what I'm here for," Felix said softly. "Honestly, I was taken aback when I learned that there were so many house-elves in the company. I personally don't need house-elves for I serve, so I came up with a great idea - have you heard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

The house-elves nodded nervously.

"In the Hogwarts kitchen, there are elves about the same number as you, they don't belong to anyone, they belong to the old castle in name, of course, if any house-elves want to leave, I I don't think Dumbledore will stop—"

"They won't leave, their days are very happy!" shouted a house-elf, with a hint of envy and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Kiki?" Felix asked, blinking.

"Yes, Kiki, Mr. Hepp." Kiki replied excitedly, as if feeling honored that Felix could remember his name.

"... Now that you know, things will become much simpler. I plan to adopt a similar model and sign a magic contract. I won't set a time. You can stay as long as you want. The specific terms are focused on the non-disclosure agreement. If You want to leave, you can't reveal the product information... and there are some rules on treatment, which Dobby and Miss Criwatt will tell you."

"We don't need treatment, and we don't need wages!" shouted another house-elf.

"Oh," Felix said with an embarrassed look, "but the Ministry of Magic has made a rule, and you deserve it, and I don't want to be bothered by someone from the Ministry of Magic...and," his expression became serious, " You stay in the company, and you are different from serving a certain wizarding family. The tasks you are exposed to are more professional and more challenging-" The house-elves raised their chests one by one. "—In order to facilitate management, it is necessary to formulate uniform rules."

The house-elves nodded dumbly.

"As for Winky—" Felix thought for a while, then knelt down and said to her.

"Since you've got nowhere to go, you might as well stay here and save up some money—listen to me, don't you wish to buy a present for Mr. Crouch? Winky, Azkaban is out of the soul. Weird, that means Mr. Crouch will be out soon, three years have gone by in a flash. If you want to come back to him, I won't stop it, but I think he will see your gift very happy."

After Felix finished speaking, he stretched out his palm upwards, revealing a gold Galleon.

Winky kept blinking her huge brown eyes, the shape and size of the twitching nose of a large tomato, and she was clearly in a state of tangle that her little brain seemed to have trouble sorting through. .

Just when Dobby urged her for the twelfth time, she stretched out her hands tremblingly and held up the golden Galleon, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Hepp."

Carrying her little skirt, she bowed deeply to Felix.

…

In the evening, after returning to school, Felix and Warren were a little hungry. They walked down the crooked spiral staircase and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

I don't know who started it, but in short, they started to play the game of stepping on each other's shadows. Varun flexed his feet and ran around Felix, shouting excitedly as he ran—it was counting the points.

Felix suddenly felt that he was at a disadvantage, and his shadow was much larger.

"Ha!"

Warren shivered suddenly, ran over to his shoulders, and complained to him, the man's eyes were so terrifying!

Felix turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall walking by side by side with Mr. Bagshot, whom he had seen during the day. Professor McGonagall was talking quickly, but did not notice the existence of him and Warren. Instead, Mr. Bagshot set his eyes on Warren, his eyes narrowed and his face gloomy.

"Since Dumbledore has agreed...I can't say anything, but, Mr. Bagshot, please be prepared, managing a little wizard is a very hard job. I will tell you everything I know, including the textbook. , teaching assignments, school rules... oh, Felix?"

Professor McGonagall looked up in surprise, looking at Felix and Warren on his shoulder.

"Minerva," Felix nodded slightly, but his eyes were always on Mr. Bagshot with a clear look, "this is—"

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for the new school year," said Professor McGonagall.

"Ah, of course..."

Felix looked at Mr. Bagshot, just when Professor McGonagall thought he was going to introduce himself—he was always so polite, Felix's eyes suddenly glowed, and he looked directly at the new professor at the school.

Mr. Bagshot showed agility that was completely different from his age. The exclusive wand appeared in his hand instantly, and a fierce magic vortex burst out, blocking Felix's sight, but Felix took a quick glance and already got what he wanted. result.

Failed...

He usually doesn't stare at strangers from a magical perspective. The provocation is too strong, but someone seems to have seized this loophole and disguised himself as a Squib. No, Felix remembered Dumbledore's words, he was no different from Squib now. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

But what magic did he use to stay alive and well after meeting Dumbledore and appear to have gotten a teaching job for himself?

Felix never thought he understood it wrong.

Just as he provided shelter to the remnants of the pureblood family, Dumbledore did the same.

"Felix...Mr. Bagshot...you..."

In the middle, Professor McGonagall couldn't breathe. She stared at the two serious faces with difficulty. She didn't understand why they suddenly drew swords, and she was surprised that a squib could burst out with such powerful magic.

She didn't know if she should be relieved that Dumbledore was not wrong, and the new professor would not be bullied by his students.

"Mr. Bagshot?" Felix said in an almost whispering voice, the pressure surrounding the outside subsided a little bit, "I've been confused since the day was gone, Bathilda Barrett, author of "History of Magic" Bagshot is yours—"

"…Auntie," said Grindelwald in the same soft tone.

"She lives in seclusion in Godric's Hollow, and it's such a beautiful place, where Godric Gryffindor who founded Hogwarts was born, and so was Bowman Wright who invented the Snitch ...more recently, the Dumbledore and the Potters."

Of course, Godric's Hollow has more celebrities than that.

The two of them thought of a name at the same time, Ignotus Peverell, the owner of the Invisibility Cloak, the third relic of the Deathly Hallows.

Felix and Grindelwald stared at each other for a moment, all smiling. Their outstretched hands—one young, slender; the other old, wrinkled—were clasped together as if wrestling, dangling in the air.

"You are welcome, Mr. Bagshot."

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