Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Walsh Sidrick led the way, and he hurried forward continuously, "We need to hurry, Minister Fudge can't wait."

Felix said: "I don't know I will meet with him again."

"It was decided temporarily, Minister Fudge's daily schedule is very full. Originally, he would not pay attention to these trivial matters, but-we are here ."

He opened a heavy door, and a simple and solemn living room appeared in front of him.

The furnishings in the living room are very similar to the No. 3 living room Felix has been to before. There are a dozen rows of shiny black chairs, and in front of the living room is a small podium.

"This way—" Felix was led down from the curtain on the side of the podium, through an unremarkable small door, to a more private room.

Fudge is reading a newspaper with his head solemnly, beside him is a pile of newspaper clippings. Hearing the sound, he lifts the head and laughed enthusiastically, "Felix Haip, it’s nice to meet you."

"Minister Fudge, it’s not the first time we have met. You are looking for me. What's the matter?"

"Ah, of course...When Dorothea wrote to me, I found out that I had missed an outstanding person--" he patted raised. Belly, the shiny copper-colored buttons struggle to maintain the dark red vest without popping, "Professor Ancient Runes, a muggle research expert, and also a deeply hidden memory damage treatment Master-look, I am a little envious of you."

Felix knew it, and it seemed that the news that he had cured the Longbottom couple finally reached the minister's ears, and it was Ms. Dorothea Boham who told him.

"...Uncle Ni in Wizengamot's office has submitted a proposal, and now waits for the verification result from St. Mungo's. If there is no problem, Second Class Order of Merlin-this is the most basic; The Level 1 medal is not without hope."

"Sounds good." Felix said slowly.

"I need to persuade some people to use some contacts..." Fudge said, his fat fingers crossed together, "I like to swap."

"For example?" Felix asked curiously, he wanted to know what Fudge had made.

"Dolores has encountered some troubles, I hope she can take over the position of Vice-section Head, but she is not qualified enough now and needs an indisputable achievement, such as-catch Sirius · Black, of course La, it's under my leadership." Fudge said, playing with quill in his hand.

Felix patiently asked: "I can't help you catch him, Ministry of Magic has a lot of Aurors and hitters."

"Actually, what I mean is— If you can convince Dumbledore, let Dolores bring some people to Hogwarts... Believe me, I am for the good of the students inside. Black is a murderous criminal, he can do everything." Fudge said indignantly.

Felix took a deep look at him, "I'll think about it, Minister Fudge." He looked at the time, "The speech is about to begin, and I need to spend a few minutes preparing."

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Fudge obviously didn't expect that he would simply refuse. He was stunned, "I'll wait for your reply, and I will let Dolores find you."

"I may not have it in the near future. Time—” Felix said, “Maybe, I’ll make an appointment with Dumbledore for you?”

“Either—actually—” Fudge muted, his voice a little embarrassed: “It doesn’t have to be... Okay, I will go with Dumbledore."

Felix came out of the room and shook his head. He was a little uncertain whether Fudge really happened to hear the news from him, so try it by the way; or There was a plan, but from the emotions Legilimens felt, Fudge was not so easy to give up.

He couldn't help thinking: This minister really trusts Dolores · Umbridge, doesn't he know that this woman's popularity is pretty bad? When Felix was standing on the small podium of the living room on the 3rd meeting, looking at the crowds underneath, he suddenly gave birth to a single thought:

Maybe it is because of Umbridge's bad popularity that he was fudged by Fudge. Reuse it. At least to outsiders, it was not surprising that she did anything bad, and the fire could not burn Fudge's head at all.

He remembered the relationship between the ancient emperor and the princes. How many things the princes did came from the emperor himself?

Felix looked over the crowd and officially began his speech.

"Some of you may know me, or have heard my name, but many others don’t know what I do. So far, I have written three books and muggle. The relevant books can barely be regarded as experts in this field." He raised wand and let his name appear in the air.

Felix quickly skips the self-introduction part and enters today's topic.

"I assume that you are here today, purely out of interest, or willing to accept some fresh insights because of work..."

"From the list of listeners, you should They are the group of people who are most closely related to the ordinary person. To some extent, I and you are the same, and it’s the wizard looked towards the eyes of the outside world."

"But how many people realize What about this?"

The crowd was a little commotion, Newt Scamander in the corner looked at the gap in the wall, but his ears stood up.

A tall, well-proportioned wizard with sparse lips and moustaches said stiffly and indifferently: "Why should we pay attention to some low-level creatures?"

"This wizard, yours Name?" Felix said calmly.

"You can call me McNeill." grinned said with a smile, "Mister Haip, do you think there is a problem with my words?" Chesterton Avery next to him took his arm , But he still stared at Felix.

"Lower creatures..." Felix chewed on the word, "You always have to give me a specific reason, Mr. McNeill, you just stated your emotions-you just let us know , You hate muggle very, very much, but it’s never a reason."

McNeill’s expression changed. He said badly: "Ignorance, ignorance, powerlessness, chaos... Is it?"

"Oh," Felix looked towards others, "Is anyone else holding the same view, let me see."

No one expressed support, on the contrary, Some people were very dissatisfied with McNeill's speech. Most of them were wizards from half-blood wizard and muggle.

Felix waited quietly for a few seconds, leaving time for everyone to think. The air was noisy, but there was no speech that could be heard clearly, just like listening to a washed out sound Tape.

Felix said: "I will answer your question at the end of the speech, Mr. McNeill."

He waved the wand and sprinkled a shiny silver light. Soon , The silver rays of light are like smoke that diffuses into the living room of the No. 3 club. He flicked his finger lightly, and the smoke disappeared instantly.

With the help of blank memory fragments, Felix has been able to temporarily make the thinking house appear in reality.

"Today I would like to introduce some simple things, people who don’t know how to be magical, their clothing, food, housing, transportation..."

"The Confidentiality Act signed in 1682 "It’s a very interesting time point. Since then, our understanding of the outside world seems to have stagnated forever. Even if fresh blood is added to the wizard group every year after that, this situation has not changed much." Felix seems I said with emotion.

"Going back to the topic, the colors and materials of medieval clothes are relatively monotonous. The colors are mainly black, white, gray and brown; the materials are mainly linen, wool and leather; the style is somewhat similar to the personal wizard. Some nobles or high-class people at the time would also wear a cloak. Everyone, does it sound familiar?"

There will be illusory silhouettes condensed from the air in the living room. They His face is blurred, but the clothes on his body are exceptionally clear. A wizard can't help reaching out to touch, but his fingers go through the apparition.

"In the next few hundred years, more elements were added, large cloak, embroidery, collage..." Felix said, the corresponding clothes styles quickly gathered in the air, complicated and refined clothes Let the young girl witch's attention.

"From the 14th to the 17th centuries, people were once concerned about the beauty of curves, and reached a pathological state, with panties, waistbands, and shoes more than ten inches high -" Felix waved wand to let the corresponding image one after another appeared, "Later there were ribbons, lace necklines, long-breasted coats, feather hats, fluffy skirts..."

"I have to mention some small decorations, such as bows and flowers. Decoration, lace, etc."

The discussion of everyone talking at once on the seats continued.

"In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, people generally advocated nature, simplicity, and decoration." Felix said, while changing the clothes of this period, a large number of clothes close to modern aesthetics appeared, petticoats , Shawls, suits, tuxedos...

"As for the future, there are too many types, please see for yourself." Felix hooked his mouth, and he reached out and pushed, hundreds of different clothes Appeared, the wizards below moved towards the stage flew away, and many people leaned back subconsciously in horror. It was not until the images of these clothes passed through the living room that they realized that all this was an apparition.

"It's so real." Someone said in admiration.

Felix continued: "I often see a phenomenon in the newspapers. Whenever a muggle expert introduces something novel, there are always stubborn people who refuse to admit it, thinking that these all are fabricated. It came out. Do people here think that what I just showed is fabricated?"

No one doubts that this thing about clothes, everyone will understand at a glance, even if you don’t have any knowledge, you won’t think that Felix himself has made up thousands of costumes of various shapes.

"Starting from the simplest clothes, we can get a lot of interesting conclusions. For example, they have been developing and creating new things..." Felix lightly tapped, without going into depth. When he changed the topic, he asked a question: "Has anyone thought about how these clothes are made?"

"Hand-sewn?" Someone joked, "Is it impossible to use magic?"

But no one laughed.

Except for Felix, he smiled and said: "My new book "Muggle World's'magic'" explains the answer to this question in more detail. Those who are interested can take a look. If you let me talk about it, It may not be clear for three days and three nights. We continue to—"

The content of his speech is quietly accelerating: "The development of food—" He waved wand, and a large number of dishes from different periods appeared. The closer it is to the current time, the more attractive it is;

"Residence——"A variety of styles of buildings and furnishings pop up one by one;

"And traffic—— "The vehicles on the sky, sea and land appeared one after another.

With the background of the previous content, no one questioned the authenticity of the following three aspects, but most people entered a state of confusion because they received too much information at once.

After a few minutes, everyone came back to his senses one after another.

Felix once again asked a question, "Why am I talking about this, everyone?"

His eyes became extremely sharp, staring at everyone present, they looked subconsciously With Felix, I want to find an answer.

"Change, the only thing I want to tell you is change."

His eyes fell on McNeill, the wizard with thin lips and moustache didn't know he was thinking What? Felix said to him: "As for the question you just mentioned, Mr. McNeill, why do we look at the outside world?"

He walked over step by step and stood in front of the wizard ——

"Because the world never stagnates because of a certain person or a certain group, if you do not notice this change, ignorance, ignorance, powerlessness, confusion... these words are also completely It can be used on you. Do you understand now, Mr. McNeill?"

McNeill flushed, and for a moment, his expression became fierce, and he yanked out wand, Trying to touch Felix's neck.

"McNeill, stop!" said Walsh Sidrick, who was separated by a few people. He couldn't allow this speech to fight, especially the young professor he invited was injured. This will become a scandal of the Ministry of Magic.

But McNeill's eyes are red, and Wand's tip is shining with sparks. What irritates him most is that there is still a sarcasm on the face of the opposite person.

He even extended the hand slowly, is it trying to take away his wand? Damn, what does he think he is doing, acting? When I followed the Dark Lord, he still didn't know where he was in the world.

McNeill decided to teach this overly young muggle researcher a lesson. There are many people here who cannot use Unforgivable Curse or dark magic. So, what about a burst spell?

He licked his lips subconsciously, only to find that he could not move.

McNeill watched the man named "Felix Haip" on the opposite side lightly take away his wand, and heard his gentle voice say, "Look, even your most convincing Strength is not worth mentioning in front of some people. Does that mean—according to your reasoning, I can despise you? Or, play with you at will?"

McNeill's heart felt cold, as if Falling into the ice cave, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably-a similar feeling, he had seen it from the Dark Lord several decades ago.

Walsh Sidrick had to stand up and whispered: "Mister Haip, you can't..."

Felix laughed at him, "Mister Sidrick, this It is also part of the speech. It is an example that I carefully prepared. You see, I didn’t even show wand—Mr. McNeill is cooperating with me."

Suddenly McNeil found that he could move around. Now, Felix returned the wand to him, "Take your wand, this is your greatest pride."

McNeill froze in place. If wand is proud, then the person who took the wand away What is it again?

Felix returned to the small stage, ready to end today's speech.

"As I said, time keeps moving forward, and changes follow. This is the general trend. Just like the waves are coming, the best response is to move forward with the waves."

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A young wizard raised his hand, as if in a classroom, "But, Mister Haip, what should we do?"

Felix felt a strong emotion in his heart , He wanted to vomit quickly, talk loudly, and even pour his own ideas directly into their minds, but he did nothing but calmly said: "This may require us this generation to explore together. Problem."