A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Chapter 623 Key Figures

Ten minutes passed quickly.

When the get out of class bell rang, the students silently turned their heads and looked at the three professors behind them. It was the first time they had encountered such a situation. The professors in the class were gone, but the number of professors in other subjects far exceeded the standard.

Professor McGonagall rose from the back of the classroom. "You can leave, students. As for homework—" She pursed her lips, her eyes under the square glasses hesitant, obviously reluctant to overdo it, especially if she wasn't satisfied with the class. .

"You can ask the professor yourself," Felix chimed in, "but it's a good idea if you want to keep this mystery until the next class."

Professor McGonagall's protests were instantly drowned out by cheers and the noise of packing things in disorder. In almost a blink of an eye, one-third of the classroom was empty. Several members of the front-line lookout station were agile and skillful, taking the lead. rushed out.

"Oh, uh—" Hermione stood at the door, looking as if expecting to see the new professor come back at the last minute, but her roommates Lavender and Parvati took her away.

There was an applause in the hallway.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom is a mess - the chairs are crooked and the pieces of paper are flying. Professor McGonagall gave Felix a serious look, but she obviously had more important things to deal with. She tapped her wand on a piece of parchment full of writing, which folded automatically and was stuffed into it by her. pocket.

Felix glanced at the parchment, full of Grindelwald's outrageous remarks in class. . The Transfiguration professor seemed to be the most prepared, and he estimated that Professor McGonagall would soon appear in the principal's office with this evidence.

Grindelwald was indeed rebellious.

Felix couldn't help thinking. With just a few words, what he said would turn into a good wizard-to-Muggle war preparation declaration, and the sudden turn from festive festivity to cold-eyed hostility was a brilliant way to capture hearts and emotions. quite accurate.

But he also annoyed Dumbledore. Although his attitude was obviously withdrawn in the end, none of the four professors who came to the lecture today were fools and could understand the implied meaning.

When Professor McGonagall's plaid robe disappeared, Snape's upper lip twitched up and looked at Felix ill-naturedly.

"You meet a competitor."

Felix rolled his eyes. "You said it too, it's just a competitor. He's not the only one in trouble, maybe he's being trained in the cold wind now." He also speculated maliciously. Today Grindelwald misinterpreted the original meaning of his book, which undoubtedly made Felix remember another stroke in his heart.

In a nutshell, the relationship between the two was good and bad. In good times, you can open your heart, talk freely, and exchange views on the current situation in depth;

One said that the other party was naive and did not take responsibility; the other secretly asked the other party how to get rid of 100,000 believers.

On top of the Astronomy Tower.

This is the highest place in Hogwarts Castle, with a wide view. It is usually only open at night when students have astronomy lessons, and few people come during the day.

So it's also a good place to talk.

Dumbledore stood by the wall of the tower, overlooking most of Hogwarts Castle and the Forbidden Forest from a height.

Grindelwald stared at his back, as if trying to figure out how to push Dumbledore off the heights.

But he just paced past slowly, his eyes flashing with the light of memories.

The two were at a low point when they first met—not Godric's Hollow, of course—when Dumbledore's mother had died and Grindelwald had been expelled from school for his dangerous dark arts research, which, of course, was the Maybe it was a good thing for him, because Grindelwald didn't think he could learn anything else from school.

There is said to be a clue to the Deathly Hallows hidden there.

No matter what, he intends to try. Not to mention, his great-aunt Bathilda Bagshot, who wrote The History of Magic, was a huge help in intelligence.

But what Grindelwald never expected was that his aunt would introduce him to an equally talented boy, Dumbledore, who had just graduated and had nowhere to go. They hit it off like a fire and a cauldron. Two young people who were only a year apart came together because of their dream of establishing a new wizarding order and their unparalleled talent. Their relationship grew closer day by day, and finally, they settled in a barn. The blood alliance promises to 'never hurt each other'.

But the relationship came to an abrupt end at the very apex.

Since then, the love-hate entanglement between them has spanned nearly a century, affecting each other at important points in each other's lives, like a pair of inseparable gears, while killing each other's lives, they have been deeply imprinted on eternity.

Now they are all old.

"You brought me here just to see the scenery?" Grindelwald asked slowly.

"You should know that people have just come out of the shadow of war, and peace is not easy to come by." Dumbledore said calmly.

The corners of Grindelwald's mouth twitched sarcastically, and he stood side by side with Dumbledore, watching with him the matchbox-sized students crossing the grounds, the stone bridge, and the shadows passing by the windows as they passed the castle corridor.

"Fake peace. You and I know that, Dumbledore, or you wouldn't let me stay--speaking of which, it's easier to convince you than you think, I just showed you that image, you almost Agreed immediately."

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly to look at Dumbledore.

On the Astronomy Tower, Dumbledore let out a sigh, and he closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes became clear.

"Isn't that what you were hoping for?" he said, "and you didn't even forget to remind me in class—or threaten—to use that massive anti-wizard parade you saw in sight. Maybe it was Because the people of the International Confederation of Wizards have made you feel threatened, you are asking me for more rights."

"They humiliated me and you just watched!"

"It's the only way to get them to agree to your stay at school," Dumbledore said solemnly.

This happened on the day Felix left for the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during the summer vacation. The International Federation of Wizards secretly dispatched a team to conduct a rigorous inspection and assessment of Grindelwald's physical condition.

A moment of silence.

"Just a year?" Grindelwald asked suddenly.

"Just a year," said Dumbledore.

"Oh, I see," Grindelwald grinned, showing straight teeth that didn't match his face. "You must be dissatisfied with the Muggle professors at school."

"Professor Bubbage has done an excellent job," said Dumbledore gently.

"Really, you mean those flowers and plants that she is obsessed with?" Grindelwald sneered, "It may not have been anything before, but at this time, she is completely unqualified, look at the old textbooks she uses, no A little new, the understanding of Muggle society seems to be stuck in the last century."

"Keridi needs time."

"But you're not going to give her time, that's why I'm standing here, Dumbledore, what are you so worried about?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. When he heard footsteps go away, he said coldly: "Remember, Gellert, I can send you back anytime." The footsteps stopped slightly.

"It's ruthless."

Dumbledore was the only one left on the Astronomy Tower. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes and recalled in his mind the prophecy that Grindelwald showed during the interview.

"Rita Skeeter," he murmured. "Why are you in the parade, and why are you so young, so little different from now? Does this herald the inevitable exposure of the wizarding world, and in a few years? ?"

He took out a black gemstone ring from his wide robe and put it on his hand, while the other hand rubbed the pattern on the gemstone surface.

A cyclone swept into the Astronomy Tower.

"Ariana," he said softly.

...

"Can anyone tell me," said Ron, strutting in the soft chair in the common room, "we have the same class, but Hermione is too busy?"

Harry looked up from a piece of parchment and saw that Hermione seemed to be burying herself in a thick stack of books—she disappeared for a while after Defence Against the Dark Arts, and came back like this.

Harry shrugged, feeling like Hermione that way.

So he lowered his head and continued to ponder about the Quidditch selection. At present, there are still three old people on the team - he is the captain and Seeker, the goalkeeper Ron, the Chaser Katie Bell, he at least still Four more people have to be recruited.

Maybe consider letting Ginny in.

Harry thought quietly, and was quickly fascinated by the idea. Ginny had a chance to join the team last year, she was flying pretty well, and Harry was confident that she would pass the selection.

But Ginny is in fifth grade this year, and she has to prepare for the o.w.ls exam. I wonder if she can spare time?

Harry wrote and drew on the parchment, and decided to find a chance to ask, it seemed that he hadn't been alone with Ginny for a long time... "Bang!" The book in front of Harry fell, revealing Hermione's annoyed face, Luo Ensam shyly withdrew his hand, as if he was about to pull out one of the books from under the pile of thick books.

"Hermione, you won't get the time-turner behind our backs again, will you?" Ron asked first.

"Of course not!" said Hermione, snatching the book from Ron, "but since there are so many tasks to complete..."

"Mission? Why didn't I see it?"

Hermione said, "Ancient Rune Papers—" "No need to write, I can meet the professor's requirements." Ron said triumphantly, "Oh, not now, but have you noticed that everyone who has succeeded has one thing in common. Features? They all have mastered lighting, and so can I. In fact, I already feel a little bit, just practice a little..."

"And Defence Against the Dark Arts—"

"I don't believe anyone would go to Professor Bagshot for homework. That's just asking for trouble," Ron said without hesitation, then looked at Hermione suspiciously, "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

Hermione was puffed up, and she had a strong urge to say yes.

"Besides, you don't know what homework you have left." Ron added.

Harry nodded in agreement, he was going to have Quidditch tryouts on the weekend, so the less homework the better for the first week.

"We can prepare early," said Hermione, "The improvement class of ancient Rune is mainly based on practice. Just look at Professor Haipu and you can roughly guess what to learn this year, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, don't you think? Is the new professor's speech very meaningful?"

"You said this," Harry interjected, empathically saying, "a lot of people were talking about that class at lunch." He looked around, and said in a low voice, "I feel like Professor Bagshot has feelings for Muggles. hostile."

Ron suddenly realized, "So, it's a bit... I thought it was just his bad taste."

"Maybe it has something to do with his identity, he was excluded." Harry guessed, thinking of what happened to Filch.

Then he suddenly got inspiration, "Maybe Professor Bagshot was attracted by his special wand, and the time is almost right! And he may have suffered a lot in his own country, so after hearing the news, he came to the UK without hesitation— "

"He's a foreigner?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Didn't I mention it to you?" Harry said hesitantly. "He said he was from Austria."

"Austria? So he might have graduated from Durmstrang?" said Hermione with interest.

"It's also possible he didn't go to school at all," Ron muttered softly. "Don't forget, he's—" he hummed, "Squib."

"Impossible," Hermione rejected categorically, "as you saw today, he showed advanced human transformation in class, and he used Silent Charm! If he was a Squib, it would never have been possible to achieve this in a short period of time. Extent—" She looked thoughtfully at the scattered piles of books in front of her, "it's possible that you've been injured, some magic experiments have serious sequelae... or are restricted by spellcasting."

Soon, the lunch break was almost over, and they were ready to go to Potions class.

"Oops, I don't have any Potions class materials." Ron slapped his forehead, "I thought Snape was teaching this class this year."

"I have a spare," said Harry.

"Half-Blood Prince?" Ron's eyes lit up, but he immediately frowned, "The handwriting on it is so scribbled, you can still read Professor Hepp's notes."

None of them mentioned that the book once belonged to Snape, but they tacitly assumed that the owner of the book was Professor Hepp. Harry returned to the dormitory, dug out the tattered "Advanced Potions Making" from the bottom of the box, and the three of them went to Potions class.

"I wonder how the new professor is doing?" Ron muttered.

"Not bad," said Harry. "Headmaster Dumbledore admired him."

In fact, they were no strangers to this Professor Slughorn.

Harry had dealt with him during the summer of fourth grade, and Ron and Hermione were invited to Slughorn's small party on this year's Hogwarts Express, but ended up with nothing but a belly of fruit. In addition to the candied fruit, it is to listen to the professor talk about the outstanding students he has taught and what they have achieved now~www.readwn.com~ So the three of them still know nothing about the teaching level of the new professor.

...

In the evening, Felix completed today's teaching task.

He went back to his office, "Remember to watch the house," he said to Warren, then pushed open the bedroom door and followed the magic link into classroom number seven. Voldemort still floated lifelessly in mid-air, the Ouroboros turning slowly because Harry had injected a new Patronus last night, and the Ouroboros looked radiant.

Felix sat cross-legged on the empty floor.

When he opened his eyes again, he had suddenly appeared at the door of an empty, unadorned hut. A boy was sitting on an iron bed covered with a blanket, reading a book in his hand.

This is the Wu's Orphanage, and the boy is Voldemort who has not yet entered the school.

"Hello, Tom," Felix said after hesitating, walking to the bed, "I'm Professor Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)