Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix walked out of the LCA building. It was noon. He stopped by the Little Red Book Company. To his surprise, his "Muggle World’s Magic The sample book has been completed.

'The efficiency is so fast, I don't have to worry about it at all. '

As a serious science book, this book and his first two muggle research monographs of common origins are expected to become a series.

At least that's what the elegant lady in purple skirt told him.

Felix also specifically asked about things that he hadn't paid attention to before, such as how his book got out of Britain and sold all over the world.

From her answer, Felix realized that there are two ways to spread the book within the world. One is to get a recommendation from the Ministry of Magic in your country, but in addition to the limited number of places, this method may be boycotted by some countries because it is an official behavior; the other is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizard Publishers.

International Wizard Publishers Federation is a relatively loose international wizard organization. Its members are top publishers from different countries. It holds a gathering in March and September every year to screen out some valuable books.

These lucky books will be taken to magic bookstores in different countries for sale.

And Felix enjoyed this benefit when he was unconsciously. For this, he once again expressed his gratitude.

"Your book is good enough, Mister Haip. For us, this is a win-win."

……

Felix returned to school, many The professors are back. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick decorate the auditorium. Their mood is very happy. Professor McGonagall even hums a small tune.

The tall and burly Hagrid walked in with two three-meter-long pine trees. Flitwick waved the wand gracefully to make them stand in a corner of the auditorium, hung with colorful paper tapes.

"Felix" Hagrid said hello in a rough voice.

"Hagrid, how is the preparation for the lesson?" Felix asked.

Hagrid said frankly: "It's pretty smooth. I went to the library to check a lot of materials. I deliberately searched through the new books on the market. I dare say that the textbooks I chose are absolutely interesting."

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"I remember that the textbook for this course has always been "Where is the magical creature"?"

"Ah, that is the textbook for the higher grades. I made a new attempt in the Third Year... …You told me that innovation is looking for a trial product, and if it succeeds, it will be promoted to all."

"I look forward to it, Hagrid."

Tomorrow is the school day. The professors gathered at a square table for dinner that evening. Even Professor Trelawny, who was evasive, came here wearing a scarf.

She whispered to a house elf, "Get me some sherry, dear."

The elf stammered: "Okay, okay, Madam."

Her silhouette disappeared. After a while, she staggered and appeared holding a large wine bottle, "I'm sorry, I didn't find the small bottle, only this."

"Ha!" Trelawny eyes shined, "It's okay, it's not bad, it's very good."

"Would you like some?" She looked towards Felix and shook the wine bottle. Stop shaking.

"No, thank you." Felix politely declined.

Trelawny each minding their own business poured wine, and Professor Bubbaji next to her also drank a small glass.

Dumbledore has appeared for the first time since we met in France. He seemed to be in a good mood and laughed over a dish of brown pastries that Flitwick had handed over. Felix thought it might be that he just got rid of the order. Reasons for boring errands.

After dinner, he stopped Felix.

"Wait, Felix. Nick has a few books, ask me to bring you." Dumbledore blinked and said.

So the two came to the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore said briskly: "Wait a minute, I put it on the bedside of the bedroom. I will take part in every day when you are away."

Felix nodded, watching him walk up the revolving steps and disappear into the second layer space of the office.

"That's Dumbledore's bedroom, I don't know what it will be like?" He thought curiously.

The headmaster office has not changed much. In this spacious round room, there are all kinds of funny little sounds: Phoenix Fawkes on the gold-plated perch is breathing rhythmically, the silverware on the slender-legged table is spinning and making trivial noises, and the walls are repeated. The headmaster portrait made a burst of grunts.

Felix stared at Sorting Hat, who was lying quietly on the partition, hesitating to pick it up and study it.

"Hey, Slytherin kid!" said an uncomfortable voice.

Felix turned his head and looked over. It was a portrait on the wall. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of hot golden flower written in small letters——

'Phineas · Nigellus · Black, From 1847 to 1925, he graduated from Slytherin house. '

Felix asked: "Black headmaster, are you calling me?"

The portrait in the portrait hummed: "Otherwise, are there other people living in this room? "His goatee is curled up and down, and his eyebrows are slender, looking very unpleasant.

At this moment, he reached out and grabbed the photo frame, "Get closer, I have something to tell you." Seeing Felix stopped in place remaining unmoved, his tone became anxious: "It's good for you!"

Felix is ​​full of misgivings. If it's good, he won't have his turn, but he still walks to the portrait of Black headmaster.

The snoring in other portraits disappeared, and they either opened their eyes generously to look at them, or half-squinted, watching their interactions closely.

But Black headmaster didn't say anything, and maybe even if he was dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do. So he said as quietly as possible: "Have you heard the name Sirius Black?"

"Have heard, he is now a celebrity and escaped from Azkaban three weeks ago." Felix said.

Black headmaster was choked, he said a little embarrassed: "That is the descendant of the noble House of Black, it is my great-great-grandson!"

"Oh."

"What do you mean, you bad boy!" Black headmaster whispered, but soon after he cunning said: "We are all Slytherins, child, I know what you think..."

"Listen, the House of Black has a long history. There is a rich collection of books in the old house, which is not comparable to those of Hogwarts. Do you want to do something for me."

"What's the matter?"

"Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait. Remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."

Felix on House of Black The book collection was very interested, but he cautiously tried, "Don’t tell me that the old house in one of the 28pure-blood family has no defense measures."

"Listen to me, don’t interrupt me, time Limited! You will find it, I believe you can do it, but you need something unique to the noble House of Black... Oh, Dumbledore! When will you be back?"

Felix looked back abruptly. Dumbledore had already appeared at the armrest of the second layer, standing blankly with two books in his arms.

"Very early, when you admitted that Sirius Black is your great-great-great-grandson." Dumbledore walked down the steps. He turned against the light, so that people could not see his eyes, but he could only hear him powerfully. Voice: "Phineas, what we discussed... he committed an unforgivable crime."

Black headmaster's portrait shouted: "Dumbledore, he is the last descendant of House of Black! "

But Dumbledore also raised his voice: "...Betrayed his best friend, and he also killed thirteen people, one of whom was also his best friend for ten years. You know his Is it the end, Phineas? The staff on the scene could only find one of Peter’s fingers and blood-stained clothes fragments."

The old man walked up to the portrait and said coldly, every wrinkle on his face. All contain anger. "And now, he has escaped from prison, dreaming of helping the old master regain his strength, and he will kill his godson as a godfather!"

absolute silence in the headmaster's office.