Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

After returning from Diagon Alley, Felix used Patronus again to try the monster statue in front of the headmaster's office. This time he was not blocked, and he saw Dumbledore.

Walking into the office, the portraits of the headmasters on the wall snore in the frame, and Dumbledore is staring at the penis intently.

Felix heard Rita Skeeter’s voice in surprise. Her two-inch nails, which were painted as red as blood, flashed away in the meditation basin, she said in a cunning voice "My book is about to be published."

Dumbledore murmured, "That's not a good idea... Felix?" He lifts the head and said, using wand to take the silver in the penis basin. The matter was disturbed, and Rita Skeeter's face disappeared with her bright long nails.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you have been really busy these days, but I really didn't expect you to meet her." Felix smiled and said, "Do you think of an autobiography? If so , It's really not a good idea to ask her for help."

These words were in response to Dumbledore's self-talk that he heard when he first came in.

Dumbledore was amused, and his beard trembled continuously. "There are many ways to leave traces, such as magic portraits, the memory of No.7 classroom, or even simply living in people's memory... But I think it should not include an autobiography."

Felix Shrugged, fiddled with the silverware on the table with his fingers, watching it make a whistling noise and exhale puffs of smoke.

"Are there any gains?"

"Ah, except for a few paragraphs to prove Voldemort's very bad memory since he was a child... there is not much information worth paying attention to. In addition, I went to the seaside cave you mentioned and wandered around. I have to say, Felix, you are so rude, I only found a ruin."

The two then talked about the problem of Shield Charm. Dumbledore showed some interest, but soon he looked a little tired, and Felix took the initiative to say goodbye.

"If you can, pay more attention to Madam Maxime, Felix." Dumbledore said behind him.

Felix frowned. "Is she suspicious?"

"No, of course not," Dumbledore said softly, "I believe she will not become Voldemort's minion, I care The question is, can she be our friend..." He said a little troubled: "Hagrid recently ate cold shoulder in front of her."

......

See again Hagrid, it's already the end of the month.

As December approaches, the weather is getting colder and colder, especially last night with sleet and mottled blue ice crystals on the ground. The students wore thick cloaks and walked through the courtyard with difficulty. .

Felix followed the crowd and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The carriage of Beauxbatons was in the distance. A few students on the side of the carriage looked in the vicinity. They turned into a transparent ice slide, sliding down from a height. Not far from them is Hagrid's hut.

A witch wearing a scarf sits quietly beside the carriage, holding a golden egg in his arms. When she saw Felix, she ran over happily.

"Professor Haip!"

"Miss Delacour?" Felix asked, glancing at a strand of silver hair protruding from under the scarf.

"It's me," Fleur opened his scarf and smiled, "Madam Maxime is waiting for you."

The carriage is not crowded, it looks like a mobile In the hotel, there are more than a dozen spacious rooms separated from the inside, and the center is a living room similar to a house common room. It is warm like spring, and the decorations inside are all characteristic of Beauxbatons. In addition to large clusters of pink and blue flowers, he also saw a magic fountain, and the icy blue water mist swelled with a fragrance of fragrance.

Fleur led him through a door painted with the Beauxbatons school badge and came to the dinning hall in the carriage. Madam Maxime was having a meal. She wiped her mouth with a blue napkin and waved: "Please sit down , Felix... Fleur, come together."

Fleur sat on the dinning table and ate something, tucked her shiny silver hair to the left, while listening to the conversation between them.

Felix thanks, through the round window you can see Hagrid's burly silhouette walking back and forth in front of the pumpkin field, giving a class to a group of students.

"It's really strange, why would anyone like that stuff... it's called a fried scorpion or something?" Madam Maxime snorted from his nostrils and gestured with something that was several times larger than Felix's hand. The blue-patterned fork pointed to the blurry scenery in the distance.

"Blast-Ended Skrewt." Felix said that he picked up a piece of seafood for himself. He guessed it was a stock brought from France, because he had never seen this fish, but the quantity was very small. The soup is matched with fish from the Black Lake. I don't know if it was provided by Hogwarts or the students of Beauxbatons caught it by themselves.

Madam Maxime appeared absent-minded and said with little interest: "I am not interested in magical creatures."

"I happen to know a magical creature expert, oh, not Hagrid, but another One, Mr. Newt Scamander." Felix said: "He has retired, but the story of his youth is very exciting. I talked a lot with him."

It was actually him and I talked about Newt’s memory in Classroom 7, and Felix only recently discovered that he has unique and unmatched advantages in relation to these memories.

Although the memory resembles a person, it is not a person anymore. On the contrary, it is more like a ghost. The most intuitive difference is that they have no sense of taste and can only recall the food they have eaten before, and it happens that Felix can pull out one after another meal from his mind-ghost and memory exclusive. After many years, Newt missed everything in the Hogwarts kitchen, and Felix learned a lot of interesting information.

For example, how he was fired.

Felix talked about some of Newt's adventures. Unlike Madam Maxime and Fleur’s usual story of "Wizard Quest", Newt’s experience is full of understanding and love for these magical creatures-he rarely uses violent means to deal with them, but does his best Be able to make friends with these magical creatures.

"In short, he rescued the poor Thunderbird from the Egyptian trafficker, and then sent it back to the United States..."

"Mr. Scamander has one The heart of gold and the feelings of animals are more sincere. I am narrow-minded.” Madam Maxime said emotionally, and the big glass of gin in front of her had bottomed out.

"What after?" Fleur asked.

"I don’t know either," Felix opened his hands. "It may be a romantic love story afterwards. He met a lady. I guess they should be playing together and throwing a meat ball. The game of the moon monster?"

After that, he talked about the status quo of the werewolf in France.

"I know what you are talking about." Madam Maxime answered, "wolfbane potion, a great invention. Our Ministry of Magic imported a batch. To be honest, it's a bit expensive... so The minister is talking with this side, hoping to buy the potion formula."

She said with some dissatisfaction: "Your minister is like a shrewd businessman, asking us for a lot of good things. "

"He doesn't respect Madam Maxime yet!" Fleur said sharply.

Felix looked over, Madam Maxime shook his head slightly, his eyes flushed uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but guess what Fudge had said, or what he had shown. But he wisely did not ask.

Next, the three people on the dinning table ate silently, and Madam Maxime glanced at Hagrid's pumpkin patch. In the distance, a huge Blast-Ended Skrewt tail section ejected a cluster of sparks, pulling the students forward and slamming forward, dragging them forward in the snow.

"Ouch!" Madam Maxime laughed.