A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Professor McGonagall was completely confused by the way they talked and laughed, and she snorted in dissatisfaction with a sharp tone.

"So, I won't be lucky enough to witness the firefight between my colleagues?"

"Minerva," Felix said with a smile, "there was a small misunderstanding between me and... Mr. Bagshot because of my vagueness about his position... But now I'm looking forward to working with him. ."

Professor McGonagall looked suspicious.

"You know each other before?"

"Just through the letter," Grindelwald said calmly: "I originally wanted to save the surprise until the day of school." He tapped the ground with a cane, "Sometimes I have to admit that the patience of the elderly is better."

"I think it's quite the opposite," Felix said softly but sharply.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "Seriously, we'd better—well, Mr. Bagshot, please come with me—" Grindelwald nodded to Felix, then followed her away, as the two wiped When he passed by, Warren, who was hiding on Felix's shoulders, jumped out, with one hand on his hips, the other pointed at him, and gestured indignantly.

Grindelwald froze slightly and walked away.

After waiting for a few seconds, Felix turned around and looked at their departing figures, then strode toward the principal's office. Dumbledore opened the door twice more slowly than usual, and stopped at the window, gazing at the verdant mountains in the distance.

When he turned around, Felix saw Dumbledore with a lonely expression. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, and he swallowed the question that had reached his mouth. He changed the question: "Albus, the one in your hand Cursed?"

"I see no reason to keep it," said Dumbledore lightly.

"But I found that you still have that ring, you seem to like it?" Felix casually looked for the topic.

Dumbledore lowered his head to examine the ugly ring he was wearing, his hand was unconsciously rubbing the black gemstone on it, he smiled and said, "Who doesn't like ancient and special heritage things? I've seen the last descendant of the Gaunt family, no, not Voldemort, but his uncle Morfin. And from Morfin's memory, I saw Voldemort's mother and grandfather."

"What kind of people are they?" Felix was interested.

"Frankly speaking, a very bad family." Dumbledore hesitated, and said: "Old Marvolo, his son Morfin, daughter Merope, they are used to marrying close relatives, and the various characters brought by this. The flaws kept them from turning around at all, and life was poor, Merope was a little better, but her two relatives... let's be fair, they were irrational, bad-tempered, and irritable - I mean It's their unstoppable desire to attack, yet so arrogant and conceited that it's unreasonable."

"And stubbornness," Felix added.

"Yeah, maybe that's the root of the problem, they're too stubborn to make any changes." Dumbledore agreed: "This is a common problem with most ancient families, refusing to let go in the honor of ancestors, but asking What did they do for the glory, I would say - almost nothing.

Mind and body are becoming more and more rigid, not much better than ghouls.

Whenever there is a little bit of rationality and courage among these family members, they will find an opportunity to escape and never go back. So was Merope, another offshoot of Slytherin, the mother of the founder of Ilvermorny. "

A moment of silence.

Felix waited quietly, and sure enough Dumbledore spoke up.

"I think I owe you an explanation," he said softly. "Gellert . At the peak, the overall strength may not be comparable to Alastor... I admit that I am a little soft-hearted, he will stay at the school for a year, and then return to Nurmengard."

"In the meantime, I will keep an eye on him."

Felix understood Dumbledore's complicated emotions towards this close friend and opponent, and nodded silently, "What about his purpose? Is it simply to teach students, or..."

"Ah, we got to the point," said Dumbledore. "He showed a lot of curiosity about you, and he mentioned Professor Bubbage, who, if all is right, will be in the conservatory later!"

"Uh--"

Although Dumbledore's tone didn't contain a trace of reproach, Felix was embarrassed to hear it.

This has a lot to do with him. He knew that Grindelwald was an arrogant person, which could be seen from the lines of his reply, but Felix had never respected the old man's ideas before. On the contrary, he introduced Grindelwald to Grindelwald's new changes in the magical world under various banners. , some of these phrases, such as 'you may not know', 'that era did not exist'... are used very frequently.

This may have touched a sensitive nerve in Grindelwald—a strong sense of frustration.

This frustration has nothing to do with knowledge, wisdom, and temperament. It is purely because he has been closed for too long and is behind an entire era, so he can only passively accept the facts thrown out by Felix, and he himself In addition to staring at nothing to fight back.

His life had stalled as early as 1945, and it had ended in failure. This will never change as long as he remains in Nurmengard's cell.

Now, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran out of it.

Felix was a little ashamed, though the shame disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Well, do you know something, Albus? Grindelwald seems to have a good relationship with Harry, I saw Harry bringing him a new cane..."

Dumbledore raised his head sharply, "Is this true?"

Felix shrugged.

Dumbledore left in a hurry, and Felix could well imagine what would happen next: Grindelwald was forced to stay in the castle, away from Harry. Because - as Dumbledore feared - Grindelwald's mind was poisonous.

"Tsk."

Felix whistled cheerfully and wandered around the empty headmaster's office. The portraits of the previous principals who were sleeping in the original frame opened their eyes one after another, whispering to each other and whispering to each other.

"Dumbledore will pay for his soft-heartedness," said an old witch with long silver curly hair pessimistically.

"He's so irrational," another yellow-faced wizard echoed.

"We should trust Dumbledore's decision, he is the wisest of us, and don't forget the prophecy that the man mentioned—" an old wizard who looked weak said slowly.

Felix, who was desperately trying to stroke Fox's gorgeous golden-red feathers, pricked up his ears, prophesied?

"Shh!" the fat wizard with a big red nose shouted.

The portraits closed their mouths, realizing that Felix, an outsider, was behind them, and refused to reveal their secrets.

"Ahem." Felix listened for a while, then paced over and tapped the frame of the silver curly-haired old witch, "Excuse me, ma'am, the prophecy you just mentioned—"

A clear, very realistic snoring sounded in his ears, and he even saw the saliva flowing from the corner of the old witch's mouth.

Felix: "..."

He changed positions and walked over to the portrait of the red-nosed wizard next to him, who squatted on the table with a thud, followed by thunderous snoring that echoed in the circular office, and soon all portraits 'asleep' , but Felix clearly saw the portraits spy on him from under his nose.

"Don't ask, bad boy, we won't say it," said the portrait of Phineas Black triumphantly, "We won't listen to you unless you're the principal. You're still a long way from this position..."

He pointed to the principal's chair behind the long-legged desk, his attitude self-evident.

Felix snorted softly.

"Didn't Sirius tell you? I have a good relationship with the current Minister of Magic. It's easy for me to apply for admission to the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries, where copies of all prophecies are stored."

"You can try it." The portrait of Principal Black squinted his sly eyes and urged in an unpleasant tone.

Felix was stunned, and he said unconfidently: "Could it be... is there any difference? It's impossible, I mean... all the prophecies are on it, there will be no exceptions, there can be no exceptions! You are Lie to me, if you want to see my disappointed expression, I won't do what you want..."

The portrait of Headmaster Black laughed.

"Muggle-born people," he said with emotion. "A lot of knowledge is not recorded at all. It's passed down by word of mouth, understand? Didn't anyone tell you that prophecy is not only verbal, but also—"

"Shut up! You idiot." Someone in the sleeping portrait finally couldn't help but shouted loudly.

"More than words..." Felix muttered to himself expressionlessly, chewing on the meaning of the words, "What could that be? Maybe something to interpret, tea leaves, crystal balls, astrology," the corners of his eyes Out of the corner of his eye, he turned to Principal Black. The headmistress who had interjected earlier was waving a stout wand in a demonstration to scare him, causing him to protest again and again.

"Or is it a fleeting picture? A scene in the future?"

Felix remembered that he had received a certain false prophecy, that time it was a brief picture, a small piece of memory... Although he borrowed a time-turner, who said that this is not a way of prophecy? And Felix believes that this approach is much more reliable than formal predictions.

He left the headmaster's office and, as expected, saw Dumbledore come back with a serious face, with Grindelwald beside him.

"I've seen a lot of people this time... Are you going to find them one by one to correct their minds?"

"If necessary," said Dumbledore quietly.

Grindelwald closed his mouth and watched Felix descend the stairs, stopping.

"Sue the teacher? A child's trick." He tilted his head and said.

"Simple and effective, isn't it?" Felix responded with a smile. "Sorry, I have to go to the concert... but you can't go, Mr. Bagshot." He said cheerfully, "I'll share it with you when I have time. My experience was the same as before."

Grindelwald glared at him fiercely.

"Felix!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice, interrupting the unfriendly remarks of the two. He was very headache now, "Felix, Mr. Bagshot will stay at school for the rest of the summer vacation. Trouble You run and bring back his luggage."

He emphasized on the surname 'Bashat'.

"Happy to help, sir," Felix said with a grin. "If I meet Harry, I'll let him know by the way that the friend he just met is for some reason—well—temporarily unavailable."

Dumbledore left with Grindelwald.

He has already begun to regret it. This hasty decision has shown many obstacles from the beginning, not to mention that after the start of school, he must ensure that Grindelwald will not take the opportunity to spread dangerous remarks, and he will definitely audit a few classes. , he doesn't have that much time to follow the seventh grade, and Grindelwald doesn't have the energy, maybe it's a good idea to hire another Defence Against the Dark Arts professor...

On the other hand, of course Felix didn't go to the concert, because the time was not today.

He rang the doorbell at Four Privet Drive.

Since the last time he came here was not very pleasant, he didn't even finish his self-introduction, so he took some thought. After changing his hairstyle, clothes, and most importantly, wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses, he looks like an elite professional.

The person who opened the door was Fernon Dursley, who was tall and burly, so fat that he almost didn't even have a neck. His eyes were bloodshot and his mental state was very bad. It seemed that he hadn't slept well in the past few days. "What—" he shouted harshly, but when he saw Felix's expensive outfit, he lowered his voice guiltily. "Hello? May I ask you who—"

"Felix Happ, take the liberty to visit." He picked up the gift box in his hand, and when Feinon saw the price tag on the gift box, his eyes straightened slightly. "I have something important—well, can I go in and talk?"

"Of course, of course," said Fernon Dursley, opening the door amiably, staring at Felix's unintentionally revealing watch with his little greedy eyes, "I think—at least twenty thousand pounds? "

"Maybe. I wasn't paying attention," Felix said casually as he entered the room.

"Don't!" Feinon suddenly shouted behind him, the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to be swollen, but Felix had already entered the living room, and he turned his head, could he be found?

"What's wrong?"

A thin, long-necked woman came out of the kitchen with a spoon in her hand, somewhat confused. Their child, Dudley Dursley, was lying on the sofa reading comic books, and the family was having a good time, which was perfectly normal, except—

comic book!

Petunia's eyes widened, looking scared and annoyed, those weird, moving, **** comic books! She froze in place, at a loss. The husband in the narrow hall made an exaggerated gesture silently, which must not be discovered by the guests! She trotted over, grinning on her long, stiff face, trying to block Dudley from behind—though it was futile, her son was at least twice her size and probably three times her weight.

Felix handed the gift box over.

"Is that your child? Looks like—what's his name?"

"Yes, yes, Dudley - Dudley - Dada!" Petunia's voice was vibrato. She found that she had never been so desperate, even more desperate than when she had packed her room and discovered her son's little secret a few days ago.

Dudley was fascinated by the book.

The manga in his hand seemed to possess magic power, and whenever he opened it, he couldn't help but read along the fragment. At this moment, he was watching with relish - since he has been discovered, he doesn't have to hide - the little wizard Mick accidentally blew up the birthday cake that his friend prepared for him, and he tried every means to find an excuse.

"What's the matter?" he asked lazily. "Are you going to have dinner?"

Not having a prompt, enthusiastic response is not normal.

He raised his head and found a young man looking at him with interest. This person seemed familiar... For some reason, he thought of the ice mouse in the magical world. The book said that this kind of snack came from Honey Duke.

Mama had closed her eyes in pain and dared not look, Papa—his face had turned the color of pig liver.

What's going on... Dudley's eyes widen suddenly, his book! He jumped up from the sofa like a whale that came ashore, but found that it was in vain. His body was surprisingly good at shock absorption, just like a fish out of the water. moaning on the sofa.

Instead, the book in his hand flew up.

Four pairs of eyes stared at the comic book as it slid across a curve in mid-air, smashed precisely on the guest's delicate shoes, and bounced off. The pages above seemed to hide more than a dozen screens, and each character was happily moving and smiling.

After an unknown amount of time, Feinong finally came to life, and he stammered forward to explain.

"Hypo, Hypa, Mr. Hyp, listen to me, this book, this book it—"

"No need to explain, I totally understand-" Felix said lightly, but the three in the room were even more terrified. "No, no, it must be explained! It must be explained!" exclaimed Felix~www.readwn. com~ With his arms outstretched, he has the stance of blocking the door by himself and not letting him go.

"I don't think it's necessary," Felix said, shaking his head. "The readers like my book, and it's too late for me to be happy. I can't think of such a welcome change after only a year of not seeing each other..."

"Readers?" Petunia whispered.

"Your book?" Feinong's small eyes widened.

"Have not seen you in a year?" Dudley swallowed.

"Yeah, I thought you knew," Felix tapped the comic book on the floor with his chin. "It's got my name on it."

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