Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The next day, it rained heavily in Hogwarts, which extinguished the morning fog in the Forbidden Forest, but made everything in sight gray.

Sniff shrank in the cradle bed covered with fine sponges and velvet cloth. Ever since Heaven Knows will live in Hogwarts in the future, it refused to get into the space inside the pocket watch. Instead, it took advantage of Felix. Inadvertently, he moved his bed out, and then hid the silver pocket watch. Felix carried it upside down and sorted out its collection again, but couldn't find where the pocket watch was.

Of course, he didn't look for it seriously, so he couldn't keep circling it. Before that, he couldn't do it when he was out.

I don’t know when, its collection has been enriched again-silver forks, which should be Beauxbatons tableware; shiny crystal ball, Felix looked left and right, only to recognize Nick The one from the former residence-it was covered with ashes when I first saw it, but now it is completely clean.

When Felix looked towards Valen, he let out a sigh of relief carefully, and rubbed the surface of the crystal ball with his little hand to make the clouds and lightning inside brighter. Apart from this, there are some miscellaneous new objects, which are probably collected by Felix inadvertently. Constant temperature locket, badger-shaped magic lamp, tinder box, gray hourglass, gold necklace-oh, this Felix knows that it is He changed it with a gold Galleon because he wanted to see how dark the Goblins of Gringotts were and how much sand was added to the Galleon. As a result... he suddenly wanted to rob the Goblin race.

He remembered reading a book about ancient Goblin, which described in detail the extravagant life of the Goblin Ten Great Family. The details are vivid, as if the wizard who wrote the book had seen it lying in the Goblin cave. .

In his description, these Goblin families are comparable to the magic circle Malfoy.

It's hard to say, who is more malicious towards the wizard who wrote the book, anyway, Lucius Malfoy is definitely not willing to let this metaphor spread.

The Quiddich World Cup has been over for a week. During this time, Lucius has not given a response. Felix is ​​not in a hurry, these pure-blood families even have to choose a good day for sending invitations, let alone surrender, and from then on, they are the only ones looking forward?

In addition, the Ministry of Magic has never given up tracking down the escaped hooded wizard due to the pressure of public opinion. It is estimated that this matter will take a while longer.

However, Felix only intends to wait until this Christmas. If Lucius when the time comes does not respond, he will come to collect his debts.

At the moment, Sniff Valen took aim at a ring of ouroboros that was placed on the workbench as a spare. At the same time, he heartily loved the stone basin of memory that exuded the monstrous silver light, but Felix gave it to him last night. It taught a lesson.

The content of the new lesson can be summed up as-its small pocket is used to hold the favorite things, and the other things that are not so precious are placed in the office. This is also its home and treasure place.

Since then it has learned a truth, cunning’s sniffing has three caves...

The other thing is, you can’t steal other people’s things, otherwise Felix will use spell to put its small pocket Seal it up and give away the baby in front of it. If you behave well, there will be additional rewards.

Under the many days of education and coercion and temptation, Sniff Wallen put up three pink fingers, swearing to the sky in the name of his two younger brothers.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning pierced the gray sky, illuminating the silhouette of Felix standing in front of the windowsill, sniffing Wallen lifts the head, twisting Body, climbed on Felix's shoulders, and watched the thick rain with him.

They listened to the sound of the torrential rain, and the slight, blown rain mist hit their faces, chilling.

Felix tilted his head slightly and twitched his lips and said, "Don't wear that necklace anymore, it's too ugly." Sniff also put aside his mouth, his small black eyes despised his aesthetics.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the Hogwarts express train should have departed from King's Cross Station, spewing boiling steam, and heading for the Scottish Highlands.

Felix appeared in the headmaster's office. Professor McGonagall was sitting on the sofa with Dumbledore, discussing the reception of the four magic schools during the tournament.

"...Madam Maxime and the students live on the carriage, which can be placed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The people from Durmstrang come by boat and arrange them in the nearby Black Lake..." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, "but The other two schools are not easy to run. Although Vagado doesn’t mind living in the Forbidden Forest, they can become small animals on their own—"

"Minerva," Dumbledore put his hand on his forehead." Ifamoni will use portkey to cross the continent and disguise himself as a tour group. They can be arranged next to the Quiddich stadium. As for Vagado, they will have to come later..."

" Is it too late for the scheduled time?" Professor McGonagall asked, "How many days later?"

"That's the problem." Dumbledore said, he motioned Felix to find a place to sit down, and said with some confusion: " They plan to come all the way."

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise, "Albus, what are you talking about, they are in Africa!"

"Yes, I know. I've been there a few times, especially hoping to try the dream messenger job--" Dumbledore said with a smile: "Tell the young wizards in your dream that you have been admitted and leave a notice."

"Dumbledore—" Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.

"Oh, by the way...Where did we talk? The people of Ouagadou took this road as an exercise. They have always had this tradition, but the journey from Africa to Britain is unprecedented."

Professor McGonagall’s expression became serious, "Albus, this shows that they attach great importance to this competition. I can almost imagine what kind of training these children have gone through on the road. Compared with them, our students I can't read incantation."

"Minerva, don't undervalue oneself." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I always think that our students are not bad. Isn't it, Felix?"

Felix lifts the head laughed and said, "Albus, I just came back from Beauxbatons. Their students have already known the news of the competition in advance, and they are using the summer vacation for special training."

"Uh ..." Dumbledore was dumb, he looked towards Professor McGonagall, and sure enough, she exclaimed angrily: "Look, Dumbledore! Other schools are preparing, where are we? Happy summer vacation, students don’t even I know that their Quidditch match this year has been cancelled."

"Minerva......"

"...I told you about this a long time ago, but I couldn’t find you at all. People are just arm-flinging shopkeepers." Professor McGonagall's chest was constantly rising and falling, and she was obviously out of anger. She was frustrated at the thought of Hogwarts students being hung up and beaten.

Felix, who was watching the excitement, turned his head guiltily, he thought of Lupin, and he also gave him all the things.

'Is Remus in the same mood with Minerva? '

"Minerva," Dumbledore said, having to appease Deputy Headmistress, "I have made arrangements. Felix came here today for this."

"Really?" McGonagall The professor looked suspicious.

"Of course," Felix nodded, "I talked to the headmaster during the holidays, and included some incantation into the category that must be mastered. Albus said that we have to consider it again. Should I agree now?"

"It's not that." Dumbledore said helpless.

"But I think this proposal is very good," McGonagall said, and she looked towards Felix, "I always think that young wizards are too lazy, Felix, we have time to discuss it and settle this matter down. "

Dumbledore interrupted their conversation. He blunted and said, "I'm going to let Duelling Club take on more functions. It will become a special elective course. The choice of professors is not fixed. You can take turns. Felix, you have to spare more time to train the champion."

"Why me?" Felix asked curiously.

"Your advantages are unique and unmatched, those magical teaching aids..." Dumbledore blinked, "They are very helpful to champion, don't you ask me to comment? I think that memory stone basin Far from performing its due role, it has surpassed the Pendant Basin."

Felix pondered the headmaster's words, "you mean ——"

"I can provide a memory , I am seventeen years old." Dumbledore slightly nodded, "Contains my own fighting wisdom."

Felix startled, the memory of the wizard is the most precious asset, and many people keep it secret, even though he knows Dumbledore It will certainly eliminate irrelevant memories, and even prevent others from peeping in advance, but this trust came too suddenly.

Seeing Felix staring at him blankly, Dumbledore slightly smiled: "Am I an ancient one in your eyes, still alive in the last century?"

Felix has recovered Calm, "It's just an accident, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall is very interested in their conversation. After knowing the role of the thinking stone basin, she immediately decided to join it, "We can find other Professor—"

"No, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head firmly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't disturb other professors. We can't force them to make decisions or even mention them."

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Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but Dumbledore's attitude was very firm, and she did not object. "All right, I go with Filius to set up the auditorium." She said, walking out of the office.

"headmaster, what made this decision? Honestly, I was just taken aback." Felix joked when there were only two people left in the headmaster office.

"Because Dumbledore received a letter from..." Sorting Hat on the partition suddenly opened a gap and said aloud.

But Dumbledore cast a solemn gaze on it, and he shut his mouth immediately and hummed softly the Song of the Sorting Hat prepared this year.

"The brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,

The beautiful Ravenclaw, from the tranquil river,

The benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin comes from that quagmire.

They share a dream, a wish; a dream, a wish... They share a dream, a wish..."

Sorting Hat seems to have not compiled the words yet, or is in the final exercise, repeating the last sentence, but the singing is really ugly. Felix listened to school for seven years, and listened to it for two years after graduation. It was a bit bored. It would be great if it could shut up and let it study by itself.

Dumbledore didn’t care about Sorting Hat and just raised the volume. He explained: “Remember the Christmas gift you gave me in your first year of employment, "99 Inventions That Changed the World"? I forwarded it to A friend, we talked about the contents and mentioned you by the way."