A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The last ancient rune class in the fifth grade before the Christmas holiday was changed to a free activity. The students opened the "Practical Rune Elementary" and chatted enthusiastically.

Colin Creevey took out a list and swore that it was the deformed form of Animagus of the Animagus class' students. He read aloud the names on the list, glancing at Professor Hepp for each one, hoping for a response.

But Felix was busy playing cards with a few students, so he didn't see his erratic eyes.

Warren sat in his arms, watching the same deck of cards with him, and kept coming up with ideas with great interest. . "Are you sure about this one?" Felix asked, bowing his head, Warren nodded firmly, and stretched his finger again, yes, that's it

"Except your weapons," Felix said.

The opposite student, Newman Barker, grinned, and opened a hole card that had been in ambush for three rounds—“Humanoid Iron Armor. I used covert casting, so the defense was successful.” He said triumphantly,

Then play all the cards in the hand.

"Quickly imprison one-Professor, you are imprisoned, you can't fight back-thunderbolt explosion! Add another eye disease spell, hehe, it's control again... Look at this again, blazing flames."

Felix looked sourly at the little man who represented him and exploded with anger. Warren covered his eyes.

Newman Barker high fives with another student.

On the other hand, Creevey reads to the end. "Draco Malfoy a White Peacock; Elvira

-Fox; Harry Potter-Lion, one more thing, I'm not surprised at all, Harry drew the Gryffindor sword in his second year," he said frantically.

"Fake news," Ginny whispered to Luna a few tables away, "Harry says he feels more for stags." Luna was building blocks out of physical runes, trying to piece together the shape of the trophy. He raised his head hastily, "The patron saint?"

"An interesting subject, isn't it?" Ginny shook her hair and said, "It's a pity that there are too few samples. Both the Animagus and the Patronus Charm are extremely rare, and few people in history have mastered them at the same time..."

"There are a lot of people in the club... It's not easy now, there's just too much knowledge involved.

But that didn't stop Luna from receiving a talking trophy as a Christmas present.

Half an hour later, a glittering trophy appeared in front of Felix. Its main body was composed of ancient runes and blank memory fragments, which could flexibly transform between reality and reality. Usually it can be stored in the Ouroboros Ring.

He stared at the trophy, cleared his throat, and asked, "What would Felix Heap like as a Christmas present?"

"A magic book, a unique insight and a painting." Trophy replied.

"Then what does he not want to receive?"

"Pumpkin masks, airship Lee earrings and vine capes covered in glowing sequins."

"Excellent." Felix said with satisfaction, and decided to hurry up and send it out. Warren listened for a long time, and understood who gave those strange gifts.

As they descended the stairs, the auditorium looked very grand, with twelve Christmas trees gleaming with silver frost and tiny icicles, and if you got close you could hear faint singing, between them made of mistletoe and holly. The ribbons were connected, and the flower fairies danced, their transparent wings shedding silver.

The ceiling also became different. The enchanted snow fell one after another and got into the neck of the student, cool.

The dining table was messy and lively as usual. But Felix keenly caught the sullen faces of some of the students, who were Animagos' cadets. Neville sighed deeply at the beef patties, ribs, and vegetable bisque on the table, grabbed a piece of dry bread, and tore it in small bites. The aggrieved look on his face is reminiscent of 'Nick, the ghost who almost lost his head.

After a few places, Harry couldn't swallow. Ron stared at the food in front of him, then looked away with great perseverance, as if he had a grudge against them, Hermione drank the porridge carefully and chewed it slowly.

"Hermione, try this, it's delicious!" Lavender Brown gloated over the creamy apple pie. During the whole lunch, she tempted Hermione with delicious food, giggling with Parvati whenever Hermione refused her harshly. . . .

"I really want to turn her into a big-mouthed frog!" Hermione said angrily when Lavender left.

"No, you can't," said Harry feebly, now terribly hungry, "the first few people who did this got a hundred percent off, plus a penalty for detention for the entire Christmas period, without exception. Professor McGonagall was almost mad."

"Yeah, it is said that Snape was humming with joy." Ron said unfortunately, "We have completely missed the Academy Cup this year."

All the students in the 'Animagos' class underestimated the difficulty of putting a leaf in their mouths - including Felix himself, it was not an hour or two, not a day or two, but a whole month. When he checked with Professor McGonagall last weekend, he found that all the students were nearly wiped out.

The reasons given by them are also very strange. Some people accidentally go down the soup when they are drinking soup, some people bite the leaves when they bite the ribs, some people accidentally blow them out when they speak loudly, and they even grind their teeth while sleeping, and the leaves are second. The sky disappeared without a trace. The few students who took out the leaves turned out to be cheating, pulling a leaf from the Christmas tree in the auditorium just before they came.

Felix looked amazed. Professor McGonagall accepted these reasons very calmly, and gave him a demonstrative look. Felix guessed that it meant, 'How strange is it?

"If there's no other way," he said through gritted teeth as Ron stood up, "we'll have to try Sirius's way." He meant Stunning and Petrifying, or adding a sticky jaw. Mantra also works.

Neville gave him a scowling look. "Okay," he said softly.

What the two of them have in common is that they snored a lot. When they woke up the day before yesterday, Ron and Neville found the blade of grass in their mouths missing at the same time. The former found the innocent blade on the pillow, the latter only Some green debris could be seen between the teeth.

Harry was a little better than them, at least he didn't snor much, so he woke up with the leaves still in his mouth, just cut in two in the middle, neatly cut. He is still investigating the cause. #br...r# Among them, only Hermione refused to reveal any news about her leaves, but Harry thought that since Hermione stopped raising her hand to answer questions these days, it was enough Indicate the severity of the problem.

As they left the auditorium, Ron plucked a Christmas tree branch and said pessimistically, "It will be used sooner or later." Hermione made no objection.

In the afternoon, Felix appeared in the greenhouse of the herbal medicine class.

Professor Sprout was still dressed in slovenly fashion, wearing a patched hat with flowing gray hair sloping up, and a lot of dirt on his clothes, in stark contrast to the well-organized greenhouse.

"Felix!" she said enthusiastically, "Minerva told me that a total of 23 Mandrake leaves were needed, didn't she?"

"Well—yes," Felix said. "There's another thing." But Professor Sprout was already dragging his squat body toward the back of the greenhouse, waving a giant pair of scissors in his hand. .

"We'd better find some fresh leaves," she said cheerfully, "Minerva asks for some for the students every few years...but it's never been as many as this year -- we're here, and we just need a few mandrakes. Prune the branches, it's been growing for almost four years."

Felix followed behind and came to a separate area.

Seven or eight full-grown mandrakes were lush, about the height of small shrubs, planted in pots the size of Hagrid's enchanted pumpkins, and he could clearly hear the purring. "Keep your voice down, they are sleeping, and it will be very dangerous if they are awakened." Professor Sprout said in a low voice, slowly opening the giant scissors in an arc, wrapping the two blades in the glittering blade.

"Crack."

The leaves fell smoothly. Felix beckoned, and two leaves of Mandrake swirled down on his hand. Sprout switched positions again, doing the same, "You can't pick too much from the same plant, or they won't be happy," she explained.

Soon they were collected, and Professor Sprout handed him another bag for Felix to pack Mandela...leaves of grass. When everything was over, Felix got a little closer. He stretched out a hand and turned to look at Sprout: "Can you touch it?"

"Oh," said Professor Sprout hesitantly, "their calls are deadly now, and it's better not to wake them--

"Of course, of course," Felix murmured.

He turned his wrist, and the huge jar slowly floated up and stopped in front of him. He could only see the top half, and the rest was buried in the dirt. Felix looked at it carefully for a moment, his eyes flashed with the pattern of the Book of Runes, and the magic of the Thinking House slowly spread around him.

With a flick of his finger, the color of the black jar gradually turned into a light color, and it flickered a few times, leaving only some rough lines, like Warren drawing a three-dimensional painting in the air with a quill.

Professor Sprout stood by and observed curiously, she had never seen similar magic.

However, the outside world has recognized that Felix Happ's magical attainments are close to Dumbledore, which is why she did not stop it.

In front of them, a mass of solidified brown soil was bound by an invisible force. Felix moved his fingers again, and the virtual reality was transformed by his magic. The layers of brown soil seemed to be repeatedly rubbed by an eraser, leaving vague traces like pencil sketches in place, and the soil no longer blocked them. , revealing the mandrake inside.

Felix didn't know who first suggested that these things looked like babies, but he thought they were actually little old men, very ugly, with unknown spots on their bodies, and they closed their eyes unaffected. , the body curled up into a ball, and the sharp little fist was slammed in front of the chest.

"I haven't seen a mandrake in sleep, it's so beautiful." Professor Sprout showed an obsessed expression.

Felix has a new understanding of her aesthetic. He reached out and went straight through the rough sketched lines, touching the mandrake plant, touching the anthropomorphic face.

His magic power penetrated little by little.

On the other side, Professor Sprout also stretched out his hand curiously, gently stroking the skin of the mandrake like a tree root... and muttering words in his mouth.

Felix closed his eyes, trying his best to perceive his own magic. Gradually, he noticed that his magic power spread little by little, and attached to some magical lines, which were the unique wooden patterns inside the mandrake.

In the early magical deserts, these magical lines are believed to be the origin of ancient runes, and he captured some familiar shapes.

He opened his eyes, and Professor Sprout was looking at him.

Felix clenched his fists, retracted his arms suddenly, and dragged out a blue grid made of pure magic power. These magic powers are like the messy shapes obtained by pouring molten iron juice into an ant nest. But in Felix's eyes, it exudes a unique beauty.

His eyes are now the same as Professor Sprout's obsession just now.

The big net made of magic power slowly stretched, and he dispersed most of the insignificant magic power, leaving only a small cluster of parts in the middle that looked like a crescent moon. Under his delicate control, these magic powers underwent subtle changes, from the original The rough appearance turned into a cluster of crystal clear crystals, and soon, one of the crystal branches fell off and turned into a glittering ancient rune.

Sprout's eyes widened. Thanks to Felix's four years of tireless promotion, most of the professors are now familiar with the basics of ancient rune, and now all she can think of is one word - ancient magic, the ancient magic of the deadly cry of mandrakes. .

More and more rune symbols gradually formed, fell off the main body, fell into Felix's other hand like a tired bird, and gradually pieced together into a shape similar to a crescent moon, just like the previous magic line.

But even Professor Sprout knows that the two are very different. She was getting more and more nervous.

When only one-third of the magic power in the air remained, it suddenly disintegrated and disintegrated into smoke-like magic power. Professor Sprout, who was watching from the side, breathed a sigh of relief. Before she knew it, a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"It doesn't seem to work." Felix said with a smile.

"You want to convert the innate ability of mandrakes into magic?" Professor Sprout... asked.

"Recently, I'm researching sound magic," Felix said slowly: "During the summer vacation, I saw some materials from the library of Ilvermorny School. The progress has been slow recently, and I want to find inspiration from other places.

"Speaking of Ilvermorny, Felix, do you want to see the snakewood branch you brought back? It's looking good now.

"OK\"

They walked towards another greenhouse, and on the way they saw Professor Bubagi's figure far away. "Karedi is ready to publish her research," Professor Sprout said. "She seems to be planning to publish more than a dozen papers at once. I advise her to assemble a book."

"I also know about this." Felix nodded and said, "Severus is also sorting out relevant information, maybe they have discussed it."

The branches of the snakewood were growing well, they were about the thickness of a wrist, and were three or four feet tall. Felix stayed for a while, then said goodbye and left. He strolled through the snow, recalling what happened in the greenhouse. Professor Sprout seems to be frightened, which is not surprising, he himself thinks the research results are very scary.

Converting the cry of the mandrake into real ancient magic, this is the real sound of death, the destruction of the city is only a moment, Felix hopes that he will never have the opportunity to unleash its full power, only he knows .

No, ancient magic, after the combination of ancient rune and memory magic, gradually showed unparalleled power and potential, just like what he did to the mandrake flower pot, the real and the illusory in his mind.

If soul magic and time magic are added in the future, what level will he reach? He looked up at the sky, where the clouds seemed to change into Nick Lemay's face.

Old man, I seem to feel the limitation you mentioned. "

Felix shook his head and laughed, "It's still easier to think about - at least Remus' small furry problem has a solution."

ask.

"Recently, I'm researching sound magic," Felix said slowly: "During the summer vacation, I saw some materials from the library of Ilvermorny School. The progress has been slow recently, and I want to find inspiration from other places.

"Speaking of Ilvermorny~www.readwn.com~ Felix, do you want to see the snakewood branch you brought back? It's looking good now.

"OK\"

They walked towards another greenhouse, and on the way they saw Professor Bubagi's figure far away. "Karedi is ready to publish her research," Professor Sprout said. "She seems to be planning to publish more than a dozen papers at once. I advise her to assemble a book."

"I also know about this." Felix nodded and said, "Severus is also sorting out relevant information, maybe they have discussed it."

The branches of the snakewood were growing well, they were about the thickness of a wrist, and were three or four feet tall. Felix stayed for a while, then said goodbye and left. He strolled through the snow, recalling what happened in the greenhouse. Professor Sprout seems to be frightened, which is not surprising, he himself thinks the research results are very scary.

Converting the cry of the mandrake into real ancient magic, this is the real sound of death, the destruction of the city is only a moment, Felix hopes that he will never have the opportunity to unleash its full power, only he knows .

No, ancient magic, after the combination of ancient rune and memory magic, gradually showed unparalleled power and potential, just like what he did to the mandrake flower pot, the real and the illusory in his mind.

If soul magic and time magic are added in the future, what level will he reach? He looked up at the sky, where the clouds seemed to change into Nick Lemay's face.

Old man, I seem to feel the limitation you mentioned. "

Felix shook his head and laughed, "It's still easier to think about - at least Remus' small furry problem has a solution."