Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The door of the phone booth popped open, and Felix walked into the foyer of the gold and jade in glorious splendor, all the way to the information desk.

"Hello, is the living room on the second meeting?"

A blond middle-aged witch casually looks at the badge on his chest, on the bulletin board behind her There are various signs, but these are blocked by an exaggerated arrest warrant, "Felix Haip...Oh, Mister Haip, Mr. Sidrick has an explanation, please follow me--"

"Sorry, ma'am, I haven't registered for wand yet."

witch said enthusiastically, "That's not a necessary step, dear. I heard that you are a muggle research expert? I have a copy of "Simple Spell for Fooling Muggle" at home, but I didn’t read it very much and I couldn’t tell the good or bad...Little Tim always messed up the house."

She came with Felix In the elevator area, I glanced at the floor and said, “We’re going to the fourth floor — oh, be careful!” While speaking, a group of paper airplanes flew into the elevator along the gap of the golden fence door. She explained: “This is used by the ministry to pass Message note—"

As soon as these paper airplanes entered the elevator, they hovered on the ceiling and flew slowly. Their color was a light purple, and the wings were covered with "Ministry of Magic". stamp.

"—We used owl to communicate before, you can imagine the air quality here...there is also the problem of feces, the tables and chairs are in a mess. After switching to these small things, the cleaning work in the department is reduced. One third."

"Excuse me, I still don't know your name?" Felix had to interrupt her rhythm.

"Lae Diffina, where did I say, oh, yes—" She began to tell how her five-year-old son used a bag of flour to draw the entire Quidditch League team The iconic feat, "He will lead the National Team to victory." She said proudly.

"Ms. Difina, I heard that LCA Comics Publishing House recently released a new set of comics, which are very popular."

"Yes, I didn’t pay much attention to it. What's the name?"

"Call—"

The elevator stopped, and two wizards walked in from outside, one was a red-faced wizard with short brown beard, wearing one black wizard robe; the other is an old man with gray hair and beard, he is wearing a tweed gray trench coat with a brown vest.

The old man tilted his head slightly, "Amos, there is a problem with your process, a big problem. And you have been in circles, I can see that Tina has taught me a lot."

Amos, the wizard in wizard robes, said anxiously, "I know you care about the living environment of Hippogriff, but it has nothing to do with you, doesn't it? You are not even Its owner."

"I can't just ignore it because it has an owner. I'm just fighting for the legal rights that belong to it."

"But you have retired, Mr. Scamander."

"Theoretically, I just don't go out much...but I haven't stopped working. If you know how much work I have to do in a day, you won't think so. "

"Your "Where is the Magical Creature" has been revised to the 52nd edition, why not finish the first edition?"

The old man looked at the other side's face," I do have this plan, but-we have digressed, and again, I was commissioned by friends-including three caring little fellows-to question the Ministry of Magic workflow. I think You hired me as a consultant, not to keep me silent."

"Of course! Many Care of Magical Creatures areas in the Ministry need to refer to your opinions."

Elevator The door opened and the two went out——

"Mister Haip, we are here too." Difina at the front desk said, Felix owed, "Thank you, is it on this floor, I You can find it yourself."

He took a few steps and turned his head. "In addition, the name of the book is "Young Wizard Mick Fortuitous Encounter", which is sold in many bookstores."

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Felix followed the two wizards, watching them stop in front of a spacious office. He lifts the head, which says "Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures".

The wizard in black wizard robes walked into the office, leaving the old man waiting outside, Felix approached, "Mr. Newt Scamander?"

The old man turned his head. , Gaze slid over him, "You are..."

"Felix Haip, the ancient runes professor of Hogwarts." Felix introduced himself, "We just met in the elevator."

Newt's gaze fell on him, "Yes, yes, that's right... Mister Haip, I have heard your name, and Rolf Jr. mentioned you."

Felix said: "I was very interested in your research results when I was in school, and I collected some newspaper clippings, but unfortunately I didn't find much content."

"I did publish a few articles in my early years. Not taken seriously—" Newt said: "That was a long time ago."

"During my time in school, I was obsessed with how to deal with them. Of course, make sure you don’t Will hurt myself," Felix said.

Newt’s eyes lit up, "This is the meaning of my research, rescue, nurture, protection... I also teach other wizards to understand them, instead of fearing--"

"So, Potter finally found you?" Felix said, "I heard a few words in the elevator. I guess you are discussing the case of Hogwarts Hippogriff attacking students with a winged beast."

"Potter? Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and of course, the center of vortex, Rubeus Hagrid and his Buckbeak."

New York had nodded, "That's right, they wrote to me that a Hippogriff winged beast had been treated unfairly, and begged me to stand up. To be honest, I have been away from the Ministry of Magic for many years, here It’s not the same as when I left. I’m sorry—it’s very different."

He raised his head in a disappointed posture, "Tina persuaded me to write at ease, but I saw something. It can’t be regarded as not seeing it-if the horns of the poisonous horns start to shine, you have to respond-you know what I mean?"

"We can't stand the injustice that happened before us. "

"Yes, you summed it up very well--oh, wait a minute, I need to solve some minor problems--" Newt quickly reached into his arms and took out a silver pocket watch. Expanding and contracting suddenly, it looks like it's about to explode.

"Mr. Scamander--" Felix stared, putting a humanoid Shield Charm on himself.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing--" Newt said in a hurry. The front cover of the silver pocket watch suddenly opened, and a pink nose kiss that looked like a duckbill came out from it. In seconds, a palm-sized sniff came out of his pocket watch and flexibly climbed onto Newt.

Immediately afterwards, two more sniffs appeared. One of them immediately faced the smooth cover of the pocket watch and sorted out his black soft fluff, and the other seemed to have taken a fancy to the silver bracelet.

Felix looked at them curiously. This is a dark, furry little creature between a mole and a platypus, with an unusual enthusiasm for shiny things.

"Hey! Warren, Thrall, Thorpe, have a little peace." Newt whispered, and he quickly grasped the sniff that stood on his shoulders and was struggling to pull the silver button. Tuck it back into the pocket watch. The other two Sniffs were also thrown in by him, and then the front cover was closed.

Newt looked around, no one noticed it. He tucked the pocket watch back into his pocket and blinked at Felix: "Theoretically, I can’t bring my magical creature friend. ...But they weren't long before they were born, I really can't rest assured."