Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The next morning, Felix didn't expect that his hunch would come true so soon. He remembered that he had no innate talent for divination? It’s not easy to say that I gave up Divination back then because the woman in Trelawny always dressed up as God, playing the Devil.

At that time, Sybill Trelawny entered Hogwarts teaching for a few years, and did not form a stable teaching style as it is now, and sometimes it is inevitable to use too much force.

And Felix is ​​in the limelight-huge and troublesome, it just happens to be a good choice for her to become famous. Trelawny had given him more than a dozen predictions in one go, although none of them were reliable.

……

Felix saw Professor McGonagall and Umbridge with toad face standing face to face in front of the spiral staircase. Professor McGonagall’s expression was quite unpleasant, her lips were so tight that there was only a slit left. NS.

"Umbridge...Investigator! I need to remind you that Dumbledore does not allow dementor to enter the school. As early as more than a month ago, dementor attacked the Quiddich stadium."

Umbridge stood on a step and found that his size was still not enough. Then he stepped on the second step and looked at Professor McGonagall condescendingly, with a smirk on his face: "Professor McGonagall, I didn’t want the dementor to come in either. , I hate those disturbing things as much as you do. To be honest, it reminds me of the unfair treatment I received in my early years when I was an intern."

"But fortunately, , I successfully proved my ability. Although I have relatives with Searle Wen Family...but I can have my status today by myself."

Professor McGonagall "hmph" from his nose. With a cry, "I only hope that you will not retaliate twice after you have the status. As far as I know..." She did not continue.

Umbridge didn’t seem to hear this remark, she smiled sweetly: “Given that Sirius Black, a dangerous fugitive currently at large, is still at large, I hope that-on behalf of Minister Fudge, I can open up in Hogwarts. A small stronghold, to show the Ministry of Magic’s importance to Hogwarts. Of course, there will be no dementor, only me and the two Aurors."

Professor McGonagall said dryly, "I I haven't received any notice from Dumbledore."

"I can wait." Umbridge waved his hand friendly, "For the safety of those cute and childish little fellows, I don't mind wasting a little time. "

Professor McGonagall stared at Umbridge, her chest rising and falling violently, she was obviously out of anger.

"Excuse me, Minerva?" Felix came down the stairs and passed Umbridge.

Professor McGonagall stepped back two steps to make room for him, and Felix's tall man stood in front of Umbridge.

Felix blinked at Professor McGonagall. For a moment, a smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face, but she quickly reduced her expression and became more serious. A similar situation was still in the Christmas party last year, when Flitwick used herself as an example and told her what a joke of a dwarf.

"cough cough! Sorry—" Behind him there was another pretentious clearing of his throat, and Felix seemed to find her, "You haven't left yet? I thought you were finished talking."

"This is?" Umbridge's face is not very good.

Professor McGonagall didn’t mean to introduce at all. She apologized to Felix, "Felix, can you help me? I need—" She glanced at Umbridge because Umbridge was standing on the steps. She was a bit taller than her, her gaze fell on her pink cardigan and the bow embroidered on the neckline, she looked away uncomfortably.

"—I need to accompany this Ministry of Magic investigator."

"What do I need to do?" Felix asked.

"To collect the list of detention for Christmas, you only need to be responsible for Gryffindor, Percy · Weasley can also assist you." Professor McGonagall handed him a parchment, "Just let the young wizards fill out the form. If I can spare time in the afternoon, I will go there."

"No problem, Minerva." Felix said lightly. He leaned slightly to the two of them, and his eyes fell on Umbridge, "clothes and You're great, madam."

Umbridge looked at him incredulously, "Who is this person?" She stretched out her fat finger and pointed at his leaving back.

Felix heard Professor McGonagall say in a pleasant voice: "Obviously, he is the professor of Hogwarts..."

He went up the spiral staircase, all the way to the common room of Gryffindor . The result was blocked by the gatekeeper's fat lady portrait. She sullenly said: "password."

Felix was stunned, and tentatively said: "Good luck is coming?" He remembered Gryffindor's password. It seems to be related to "luck".

"No," the fat lady rolled the eyes, "Although you are a professor, you cannot open the door without a password. This is the rule. Who knows if you have changed from Black."

Felix was very interested and said: "Excuse me, madam—I always wanted to know, do you remember what happened when Black went to school?"

The fat lady seemed to be insulted, she let out a cry Screaming: "Oh my God, of course I remember..." She crackle and said, Felix smiled and echoed her words, "Is that so?"

"There is such a thing?"

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"He is such a little bastard..."

Almost ten minutes later, the door of the common room was pushed open from the inside, and Neville came out, carrying his schoolbag. .

"Neville, are you going to study in the library?"

Neville seemed to be taken aback, and stammered: "Professor Haip? Yes, oh no, I'm going Greenhouse-I mean, go to Professor Sprout."

Felix nodded understandingly, "By the way, what is the password of your house?" Just as he was talking, the fat lady had already "peng The door closed with a sound, and at the same time he showed an expression of watching the show.

Neville's round face was stunned. He glanced at Felix very slowly, then glanced at the closed common room door, and reached into his pocket helplessly.

He started from the first pocket, turned to the second, from the jacket to the lining, from the robe to the pants, and then opened the schoolbag. The baggy bag exudes the smell of fresh earth.

Neville turned to a small note from the corner, and he read out excitedly: "Good luck, good luck!"

The fat lady twitched his lips, "I still want to talk to you for a while." She turned aside and opened the common room door.

Felix suddenly thought of something, "Neville, are you staying at school for Christmas?"

"No, my grandmother wrote me back for the holiday." Neville replied, he unconsciously Grasp the schoolbag tightly.

"I see, Neville."

Felix got into the door of the common room, and there was a loud voice inside.