Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The old man panted for a while after saying a few words, his nose humming slightly.

"You don't seem to be in good health, come to join in the fun?" Felix cast him an admiring glance.

"I will live in the vicinity, otherwise I won't come and I can't stand the torture of Disapparation."

The old man waved his hand, and his arm made a clear "click" sound.

Felix suddenly got a little bit sore, he grinned, subconsciously stretching his arms.

There was a loud noise in the distance. A grumpy wizard fired fireworks into the hotel. His behavior attracted a lot of imitations.

Both of them showed expressions of interest.

"Very interesting, isn't it?" the old man said cheerfully.

"Indeed, I like the pattern of that Thunderbird." Felix said, "I guess he might come from the Thunderbird house in Ifamoni."

The old man's gaze followed that. It only looks like an eagle’s fireworks, and said with emotion: "I have rarely been walking outside these years, but now I want to walk around more."

"There are always many new things outside. "

The old man agreed first, then shook his head and said, "Although people are different, things are always the same."

Felix said, "Is that right? I am. I think that everything I experience is unique and unmatched."

The old man laughed happily. "The vigor of youngster belongs only to the youngster-I am used to defining the world with my own eyes. But I am old Old people prefer to use various rules as a link to embed themselves in a position in the world."

"Rules?"

"In fact, they are some principles of self-discipline. After experiencing some people and things, you tell yourself what you can or cannot do, and then strictly abide by it. It's a bit like signing a magic contract, but the object is your future self."

" Does it make any sense?" Felix asked.

"I'm not sure." The old man replied, "But at least keep my mood happy."

"By limiting myself?"

"This is the survival philosophy that I have obtained through a long life." The old man said.

Felix does not approve of this approach, he hates being restricted and restrained, especially self-limiting.

The old man tremblingly turned his pockets, and it took almost half a minute before he found out a copper pocket watch.

"Click." The pocket watch popped open, with a dial on one side and a photo on the other.

The picture shows a young couple.

The old man muttered: "Her name is Perenal, my wife, we met at Beauxbatons school, a good girl, three years older than me, I still remember the first time I saw her In a sea of ​​flowers, I saw her at a glance..."

Felix blinked: "You can see that your marriage is very happy."

" Yeah, yeah..." His voice was inaudible.

For a while, neither of the two spoke, and the fireworks activity in the distance was stopped by the Ministry of Magic staff.

"Do you think they will come up with a result?" Felix changed the subject.

"Frankly speaking, I think it is difficult. I have dealt with these people... The American Magic Circle has suffered a lot from the "Secrecy Act" and will not easily compromise." The old man said, "They Very stubborn in this regard."

Felix said optimistically: "Someone will force them to change their minds. Not this time, and next time, their opponents are still young."

"It makes sense, these little fellows have a natural advantage."

...

"I'm leaving."

After a while, The old man said that he gave Felix a small gift before leaving.

"This is... the sight glass?"

"Yes, it's very interesting bauble. I send out many gifts these days, which may be related to my time is limited. "The old man said with a smile.

"There is still a way for the wizard to live long. I know a witch. She should be 120 or 30 years old and still very healthy." Felix comforted the old man.

He was referring to Professor Gusrda Marcheban from the Wizard Exam Bureau, who had proctored Dumbledore's NEWTs exam.

The old man laughed, "Maybe it's not for me... I am very happy to chat with you, Felix Haip."

"Do you know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.

"Ha, a friend of mine recommended your book. It is very interesting. The magic circle needs a pair of looked towards the outside eyes."

The old man waved his hand and left tremblingly NS.

……

Felix returned to the hotel, the original dilapidated auditorium and burnt marks disappeared, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack did not happen at all.

He saw a muggle researcher staring at the statue in front of the hotel-its head had been smashed before.

Felix was not embarrassed by the staff, and successfully found French Auror Mark Swell-he is like a door god at the moment, guarding outside the auditorium, and there are three other people who perform duties with him Auror, France.

"It's still talking inside?"

"It should be said, it's still noisy." Mark Swell said.

"It's quiet."

"Wait," he said empirically: "Three, two, one, here comes!"

There was an exaggerated roar from the auditorium, "Marcus! As the chairman of the American Magic Congress, shouldn't you be responsible for the actions of your subordinates! Look at your bad things! I am ashamed of you! "

"Look, I'm right?" Mark Swell gave Felix a pleasant look. "I love Minister to death. He has scolded that Yankee for half an hour."

Felix looked at him speechlessly.

After the joke, Mark Swell talked about the business, "The meeting was cancelled, and everyone else in the hotel was notified to leave. This will be used as a temporary meeting place to discuss a series of current troubles."

"Meaning, I want Pack's stuff to leave?"

"No, no, it's your colleague, she left first, let me tell you." He blinked Blinked, "Lucky guy, you got the friendship between France and the American magic circle at the same time, although the latter is useless...but at least, no one can drive you away. You can even ask to listen to the entire negotiation process."

Felix guessed that West Lestrange must have not said that she spied on her memory, but even if she said it, it wouldn't hurt him. He had too many reasons to explain it.

On the surface, he was the hero who prevented the attack and prevented things from falling towards the irreversible direction. He also saved the life of an Ifamuni student who was studying. From this perspective, everyone from the chairman of the magic congress of the United States to the headmaster of Ifamoni must be grateful to him.

French Ministry of Magic is the same. Felix was originally a member of the unfortunate army who was invited to the conference but was unfortunately attacked, but he was by the strength of oneself pulling strongly against a crazy tide, really Can't ask for more.

"Forget it." Felix rebuffed, he wasn't interested in it, there was a lot of chaos inside, and he felt a little sympathetic to Dumbledore.

"Where are the students?"

"Is it watched by the two professors of Ifamoni."

……

Felix doesn't want to wait too much. He has to wait until the specific results come out. Maybe the entire summer vacation may not be over. He was going to go back to the room to take things and leave, Hogwarts had a lot of things to do.

But as he cleaned the room, he suddenly thought of something.

"What is it?"

He quickly recalled that today’s experience began to go backwards from'this moment', from the conversation with Mark Swell to the muggle research expert in front of the statue , And then come across an interesting old man...

"Perenar, where did I see this name."

Felix thought, "No, the point is not This, the name is very common, but I feel something strange."

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The scene of talking with the old man was constantly shown in the thinking room——

For a while, he suddenly sat up and said in an uncertain tone: "Nick Flamel?"