Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The next morning, heavy rain poured down and lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time.

Felix stood in front of the window, watching the heavy rain falling down like curtains, blurring the Forbidden Forest in the distance. His right hand holds a palm-sized, colorless transparent spherical vortex. In the vortex, a reduced dementor is swirling lightly.

After a long while, he returned to the room, the vortex gradually dissipated, his hand was slightly glowing with silver light, and he directly grabbed the dementor.

Fiddling for a long time, slipping into the ring.

……

In the classroom, the mood of young wizards was affected by the weather, and it was obviously a little depressed, especially when Felix asked them to submit homework. From the window, he saw a group of students lining up to go to Herbology in the greenhouse under the heavy rain. A hapless student fell into the muddy water, but was immediately washed away by the rain.

"Okay, students," Felix looked at the Fourth Year students in the audience, "I put together the 227 ancient runes you need to master this school year into sentences, so your next task is Obviously—"

"I need you to remember these seventeen sentences."

Felix said uncertainly: "It shouldn't be difficult, At least it's very simple for me. We started from the first sentence to explain, all of which are learned..."

At noon, Felix heard a lot of interesting anecdotes while dining in the auditorium.

It’s been a few days since the Quiddich final. It’s this Saturday. This is also the day when he and Sirius have an appointment. The two favorites to win the championship, Slytherin and Gryffindor, are also in the same situation. Wood loudly praised the superb performance of Firebolt, and can often see a little girl standing on a big snake and showing off one's military strength passing by, and the young wizards passing by are paying attention.

But within a few days, several senior Ravenclaw students "accidentally" passed the clearing with a seven-foot-long eagle, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Hufflepuff's young wizards are relatively low-key, which may be related to their early withdrawal from this year's trophy competition-they lost to the Ravenclaw team in a crucial game.

However, this did not affect the enthusiasm of the little badgers. Within two days of the loss, their Captain took the lead in supporting the Ravenclaw team and declared that they were in a very good state and were a strong contender for the championship.

Apart from this, Harry’s Patronus, Felix’s burning dementor, and Ministry of Magic’s chief Fudge left school in embarrassment and called it the hottest topic. Picking any one of them will lead to several minutes of discussion. Felix saw a Hufflepuff student arguing with his peers about whether Fudge would take the blame and resign. He forgot to eat and had to rush to potion class with two pies.

'Severus has a very good nose, if he finds out...' Felix shook his head, and secretly wrote down what the student looked like, ready to see if he would be confined.

In the afternoon, Dumbledore brought back Sirius’ innocence certificate. “The arrest warrant has been withdrawn, but I don’t expect the Ministry of Magic to publicize its mistakes with great fanfare. Hao Qi’s case was also captured by Wizengamot. Accepted, in addition, there is Buckbeak's judgment."

Felix glanced at the bottom of the official document. "Injuries accidentally and sentenced to a fine of 500 Galleon." He smiled slightly, "This time the Ministry of Justice of Magic’s efficiency is very high. It’s been a long time before."

Dumbledore blinked, "I said to Fudge, you are Hagrid's defender...he will let it go right away."

But he immediately said in a deep voice: "As far as I know about Fudge, this is only a temporary compromise. I don't want you to despise him because of his clumsy behavior in the past two days. His advantage does not It's not on strength."

Felix put away his joking expression, nodded seriously. What happened yesterday, in the final analysis, was that he showed powerful strength, and it also took reason. Fudge couldn't ask for good from either side, so he quickly compromised.

But I really thought that he was scared by his own strength. From then on, he used his strength to overwhelm the opponent, which easily caused resentment and trouble.

Fudge is really anxious, he can't think of either the fish dies or the net splits, and send all Auror and batters, do you want Felix to become the Demon King and kill the magic circle? Don't even think about it, Dumbledore wouldn't agree to it first.

So now that Fudge has released his kindness, Felix has to appreciate it, even though he feels uncomfortable.

If yesterday’s events had any effect on him, it would make him more eager to make some changes, not to change himself, but to change everything in front of him. He is like a painter, look When I got to the stains on the drawing paper, I felt an urge to make the stains become more beautiful pictures.

In the evening, there was an unfinished letter on the table. At the beginning was this--

'Dear Andis, regarding your previous suggestions, I solemnly I thought about it and thought that I should get involved more actively. I was going to form a company -'

The letter came to an abrupt end. The ink traces were already dry, and even dizzy because of the humid air outside. It was opened, enough to see how long Felix had been thinking about it.

"Still wait, think carefully..."

Felix kneaded the parchment into a ball and gently popped it out. The parchment turned into a flame bird and rushed out of the window, turning into silk Strands of ashes.

"I think you can do it when you think of it. Anyway, you can leave the matter to someone else." A voice said.

Felix lifts the head, looking at a portrait on the wall, the original blank frame has an image of a youngster, black hair and blue pupil, wearing a dragon skin cloak, it is Felix himself.

It was the portrait of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He complained and said: "That head put me on the side of a medieval wizard, he will observe every one in the past. I’ve beaten him three times on the flaws on the face and tried to give him advice, but it’s a pity that the persistence has filled his mind, it’s not right, he doesn’t have a mind..."

Felix Looking at his portrait, a weird sense of absurd rushed into my heart: "I think you are quite ridiculous now."

"Holding too hard..." The person in the portrait rushed at him. Spread his hand, "Hey, listen to me, I found an interesting fact."

"What is it?"

"I can sneak into Dumbledore's office. Remember. Was the Longbottom couple cured the day? Dumbledore said that he was notified by Dalys Delt, I found her, coax and pester... She agreed to borrow her portrait, so I went to Dumbledore's headmaster office, and the previous headmasters Chat, of course, and Dumbledore himself."

"What did you chat with Dumbledore?"

"Don't worry, my mouth is very strict, and you don’t have the most important secret. Tell me." The person in the portrait rolled the eyes, Felix regrets making his portrait so lively.

"...He asked me if I like sweets, and he said that he could suggest you draw me a candy house. It's really interesting. Why did you forget to draw food in the first place? Even a bunch of grapes... "

Felix: "...Shut up, you."

Portrait makes a zipper motion, smiles and is about to leave, he looks more cheerful than Felix himself There are too many, "I still suggest you do what you want, don't think about it." His silhouette disappeared.

Felix stared at the blank photo frame for a long time, then opened a parchment again, thinking about writing down a job advertisement, then rolled up the parchment, stuffed it in his pocket, and prepared to take time to send it to " Daily Prophet.

The next two days were lacklustre, until Saturday morning, Felix was ready to enter 12 Grimmauld Place from the fireplace.

Sirius has been waiting for a long time, he walked around the house anxiously, eyes shined when he saw Felix.

"You finally came!"

"This is your proof of innocence, take it." Felix handed him the Ministry of Magic official document.

Sirius took a look, lost interest, and threw it on the sofa, "I'll call Kreacher, Kreacher!"

A house elf suddenly appeared in front of the two of them .

"Does he go too?" Felix asked in surprise.

"He insisted--" Sirius shrugged.

Kreacher proudly stood up, "No one knows there better than me."