A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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Felix deliberately entered the Ministry through the guest entrance—the red phone booth.

It was once bombed by Death Eaters with magic to cut off the Ministry of Magic from the outside world and cause riots. Later, the Ministry of Magic used the excuse of 'leaking underground gas pipes' to prevaricate. Felix wanted to see if the mobile ice cream truck was still there, but unfortunately the street corner is now empty.

The voice of the woman in the phone booth was as cold and stiff as always, as if nothing had changed. But after traversing the Thief Falls, Felix presciently casts himself some magic that makes him less noticeable.

He stopped for a moment at the reception in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

A dozen Squibs—as you can tell from their clothes—round up the receptionists and ask questions, the bearded receptionist messing around with questions from all directions.

"Quiet - all quiet -" he shouted with a cocked beard, trying to maintain order. "Fill out the form first - then go back and wait for the news, I don't have that **** special wand in my hand, not one!"

"Why leave a phone number?" a Squib asked.

Others have the same question. It's no secret that the staff at the Ministry of Magic never use it, preferring to use two-winged, well-trained owls.

"The Ministry of Magic will set up a temporary office someday, two blocks from here - in a yellow office building where you can use dropped calls - or a telephone, I don't care what it's called." Bearded receptionist said grumpily.

Not far away, a fountain made of gold babbles. .

Felix came to the elevator, a young man with red hair was waiting anxiously, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, he pushed away the paper airplane that was blocking his view impatiently, and pressed the upward button. button.

"Percy?" Felix asked.

Percy was taken aback, and the parchment in his hand was scattered all over the floor. "Professor Hepp?" he greeted, waving his wand in a panic to return the scattered papers to his hands. He knew there were people around, but for some reason, he didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​exploring.

"I have something to do with the ministry. Is Ms. Burns in her office?"

"Yes, sir, she is," said Percy, when the elevator door opened. The two walked in, and Percy calmly stroked his hair and said, "I just happened to be going to the minister's office to deliver an important document," he explained.

The elevator began to rise, and a few lilac paper planes circled above them.

"Sir?" said Percy.

Felix smiled at him, as if they were still in class and Percy had just asked a question.

"I was there that day, the press conference of the exclusive wand..." He said a little excitedly: "After I went back, I thought about it seriously, some ideas were spinning in my mind, I wrote a report overnight, you know I was in Working at the International Magical Cooperation Division—"

"It has something to do with the exclusive wand?"

"Yes." Percy's nose was dripping with a thin layer of sweat, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, "I think - the exclusive wand will greatly enhance our international status. The news has not spread yet, but some people have put it. The letter has arrived in our department, sir, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—perhaps better, if not better, than a tournament or two, or the Quidditch World Cup, if done right..."

Felix's mouth twitched slightly.

He also received a similar letter.

The news of the exclusive wand was announced on August 1st, but the official press conference was postponed for a few days, so some well-informed people had a chance to know about it in advance, but they couldn't confirm the truth, so they wrote it. letter inquiries.

"Is this your own idea?" He had a good impression of Percy. Well, in Felix's mind, he had a good impression of people who could take the initiative to take things over.

"Actually," Percy hesitantly said, "I also got some inspiration. Yesterday when Penello got off work, I complained to me that owls from all over the world were drowning her, and the letters were mixed in French, German, Spanish, etc. And other languages, some words she has never even seen before."

"I see, your report has been handed in?"

"Yes, this morning."

"I can mention it to Ms. Burns, but don't expect results."

"That's enough, sir!" said Percy cheerily. "It's a critical time for me right now, and Ms. Burns has shown great confidence in me, but my age is a big deal, I mean. Yes, after the new director takes office, I must maintain enough respect... I have applied to be transferred to the International Magic Trade Standards Association, and I am expected to become the head of the department."

That's really something to be proud of. Percy has just graduated a year ago, but he has already participated in major international events such as hegemony, the Quidditch World Cup, the ancient rune exchange event, and for a long time, his head has been There is no boss.

Of course he can stand out.

But it sounds like a hassle. Felix thought endlessly, who will the new director be? The question swirled around, but he realized he wasn't actually interested in the answer, the elevator door opened, the two turned a few corridors, stopped, and Percy straightened up and knocked solemnly.

"Please come in."

Ms. Burns said bluntly, sounding in a bad mood. Percy opened his mouth and stepped in.

There is someone in the office.

In addition to Ms. Burns, who had a stiff expression and was sitting on the sofa, there were two other groups of people present. Felix immediately felt the restlessness in the office, and of course, he could see it with his eyes.

"It's Percy," said Ms. Burns, with hope in her eyes. "Is there any urgent business in the Department that I need to take care of?"

"Well, I'm here to deliver a document," Percy said shyly.

Clearly the answer was unflattering, and Ms. Burns sat back in her chair in disappointment. "Okay, thank you, Percy, just put it on the table, I'll look at it later. Busy now—" she snorted, " entertaining guests."

"Mr. Hepp?" At this moment, a surprised voice called.

On the sofa seat, a blond young man jumped up and strode over, bypassing Percy, revealing a familiar face.

"Julia?"

Felix suddenly realized that Yuria's presence here is very appropriate. He had at least three reasons: Uriah was a professor at Ilvermorny and had a close relationship with the former headmaster who was killed; after leaving school he chose to enter the Magical Congress of the United States and become a member of the Auror team that went after Voldemort; he It also represents the backbone of the Reform Association, and also needs to show its ability and presence from time to time.

It's just not clear when he came to England.

Yuria exaggeratedly shook hands with Felix. He became mature, and his eyes were firm, but at the moment there was a hint of desire in those eyes. After Felix hesitated a little, his attitude became a lot more enthusiastic. He opened his arms to hug him and patted his shoulder affectionately. But I couldn't help but feel that doing practical things can really train people.

Going over Yuria's shoulder, Felix saw that one of the two sides who faced off before immediately turned gloomy.

"They are—" he whispered.

"The Stewart family." Yuria said in a low voice.

Felix suddenly thought of a name, James Stewart, who was one of the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and also the other--or, the actual founder of Ilvermorny, the witch Ilvermorny. Salt Thayer's Muggle husband.

Isolt Thayer is a descendant of Slytherin.

Thinking of this, the purpose of the Stewart family's arrival is self-evident.

When the two parted, Ms. Burns was already standing in front of them, and she said with relief, "Thank goodness Professor Dumbledore told me, I just didn't expect you to be here - honestly, I really The-" She pursed her lips, not allowing herself to say anything mean.

Yuria was a little embarrassed.

He himself knew how they were harassing the Minister of Magic these days, and he simply refused to leave. But the snake-wood rod is too important, so they will ignore the criticism - when the snake-wood rod is held in Voldemort's hand, they dare not do anything. Now that Voldemort is said to have failed, they immediately came over and asked for it.

His only insistence was that he didn't try to go in Mr. Happer's way. But that insistence soon faltered, as members of the Stewart family later arrived, arguing for the ancestral relics to be recovered.

"Felix, I'm here to introduce you," said Ms. Burns with a smile, seeming to be happy that she was about to get out of a trouble. She glanced at a dark-skinned old wizard with a bald head. "With Mr. Edmund is Mr. Greg, the vice-principal of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. These two—"

"My name is Melville, Melville Stewart," said a young man eagerly. "Mr. Haipu, I have heard your name. You should understand our admiration for the relics of our ancestors. We are always eager to restore the glory of the family. There is no doubt that we have the ownership of the snake wood wand for granted."

"I—" Felix opened his mouth.

"Our bloodline is well documented, without the slightest ambiguity, going all the way back to Martha Stewart, Isolt Thayer's eldest daughter, even though she was a Squib and married to a No-Ma Ji husband, but her bloodline is very pure."

"Uh, congratulations?" Felix said thoughtfully.

The young man stared, not expecting to hear such an answer. At this time, the slightly older middle-aged wizard behind him walked over with a smile, stepped forward to shake hands, and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Hepp, I'm Melville's uncle Blaise Stewart."

"Hello, Mr. Stewart." Felix nodded.

"About the snakewood wand—"

"Well, Mr. Stewart, I want you to understand that I'm not a judge, I'm tasked with returning things to their owners—"

"We are its true masters!"

"You can try it to see if it will respond to you." Felix took out the snake wooden staff, a few pairs of fiery eyes immediately stuck on it, and Blaise Stewart subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to take it.

"I mean, call it and let it respond to you." Felix shook his head and took a step back.

"It's just a wand! Mr. Hepp!" he said angrily.

Felix put away the snake stick, feeling a little disappointed. It seemed that neither of the two Stewart family members present could speak Parselmouth. The atmosphere was awkward for a while, when Ms. Burns said, "Felix, can we talk alone?"

"Of course." Felix agreed.

They came to the small lounge next to them, closed the door, and Felix said, "Amelia, I tried it, Stewart's people—"

"Oh, that's just a little thing. I don't care who the snakewood wand belongs to." Ms. Burns said, and Felix was slightly taken aback. She continued: "What I want to know is that report, what the **** did you do? Think." She almost whispered her last words.

"What report?"

"The challenge of Muggle technology to wizarding secrecy in the context of the new age you handed in," Ms. Burns said, approaching Felix, raising her head and gritting her teeth, "I can't believe that you have quietly Throwing out so much trouble, do you know that I haven't slept well these days?"

"I don't know," Felix said honestly, "First of all, I would like to state that I didn't bring the trouble. It is your responsibility to prevent the exposure of the magical world. It was me who pointed out the omissions in your work. You should thank me. ."

Burns glared at him angrily, and had to admit that Felix was right. But why let her catch up?

"Why didn't you mention it on Fudge?"

"I don't know him well."

"...What about the exclusive wand thing? Don't say it's an accident, I found out, you've been secretly pushing this matter, and everything you've done revolves around a purpose, which is—"

"Prevent the exposure of the magic world, and prepare for the countermeasures after exposure." Felix nodded, "No thanks, this is what I should do."

The two looked at each other for a moment, before Ms. Burns was defeated, panting: "Well, I admit—if half of your report is true, I have no reason to accuse you, and instead Thank you - but you must not leave!"

"Uh, this..." Felix hesitated, and Ms. Burns raised her eyebrows. "Ma'am, pay attention to your image. In the eyes of the public, you are a firm and courageous female minister who leads the people out of the shadow of war."

"What image do I have?" Ms. Burns couldn't help shouting, staring straight at him, "I have absolutely no confidence—it's a mess now, and I have to deal with the Squib problem in the next few days, half of the ministry. The above people are so busy, how can I still have time? Not to mention those people outside are arguing in my ears all day, and they can't chase them away." She raised her chin toward the lounge.

"...I can at most help the staff, give advice or something."

"Then it's settled." Burns insisted.

The excitement on her face faded, becoming serious and satisfied. Seeing Felix staring, as if dumbfounded, she stroked her hair gracefully—her short hair somehow turned into a cape, she said thoughtfully~www.readwn.com~Sirius Said you would eat this set, but I didn't expect it to be true. "

"Sirius." Felix chewed on the name, as if he had just eaten a strange-flavored bean. "He really impressed me... Maybe I should invite him to dinner and get to know him again."

Because Sirius, the 'traitor', leaked the secret, Ms. Burns was able to deceive him - not a deception, at least her emotions were not faked, she was really worried and restless. This is an inspiration to Felix. Being able to observe emotions is not a panacea.

"Don't think about it, you won't be able to find him in a short time," Ms. Burns rolled her eyes and said in a dissatisfied tone: "As soon as the press conference was over yesterday, he took Harry on a trip."

The two who had just faced each other seemed to have the same hatred at the moment.

Running really fast... Felix rubbed his palms and thought, but it's hard to say, maybe Sirius had a similar plan, but Amelia dragged him away, so he came up with this way to escape .

Felix's hands suddenly itch.

"What task did you plan to give him?" he asked tentatively.

Ms. Burns rolled her eyes. "Well, you're always so sharp... Sirius has been in Muggle society for a while, I want him to do some research first, visit some people as a teacher, and systematically observe the development level of Muggles over the years. But It can only be postponed for now.”

"Wise choice, ma'am."

"Thanks for the compliment," Ms. Burns said dryly. "Let's go out first, wait for those people to go away, and then discuss it carefully. I have a lot of questions."

"Oh, not today, I might have to make a trip to Ilvermorny. I have a new understanding of 'returning things' and I can also guess why Dumbledore said I was the most suitable person... "