Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, looked at Felix hesitantly with big round eyes, and said hesitantly: "It's about Shining..."

Startled on Felix, he almost forgot Shining.

"What's wrong with her? The magic bondage on her body should disappear."

"Yes, you are right." Dobby's body began to sway, two slender Her arms were tangled together, "She wanted to accompany her master. Dobby told her that Mr. Crouch was in jail, and she... she was sick."

"I see." Felix calmed down. Say.

Dobby looked at him puzzledly. Felix took out a note and wrote something on it. Dobby stood on tiptoe to see, but he was too short, and Warren was still in front of him. See the back of Warren's head.

"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix lowered his head and said, Quill swiped quickly.

"Dobby knows!"

"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bagman owes me a favor. I don't think he minds doing me a favor."

"You don't have to do this!" Dobby screamed, looking startled, "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mister Haip to help!"

"Take it, let him Take you to Azkaban. He has this right." Felix said, "By the way, bring Mr. Crouch something. You can discuss it with Shining to buy. As for where Shining wants to go later, I don't care."

Dobby bowed deeply and pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body trembling, excited like a salmon jumping ashore.

Warren looked at the place where Dobby had disappeared, turned his head to look at Felix, "Haw?"

Felix picked it up, "Tell you a truth, magic can't hold one People, but love is okay. Gee! This sentence should make Dumbledore say...Want to have some supper, Warren?"

"Hey!"

……

The next day in the Study of Ancient Runes in Seventh Year, the silhouettes of Professor Macchiban and Old Vera appeared again.

The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles under his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression was both excited and disappointed.

Excitedly, the Hogwarts library has a wealth of collections. He found many magic texts that even the ancient runes association didn’t have. These handbooks came from donations from alumni over the years and were translated and sorted by Bathsheda · Babbling. , For him is no less than a treasure.

What's disappointing is that he completed the verification work last night and did not find a trace of error. That kid... Felix Haip seems to have memorized all these materials, even the page numbers are accurate.

At this moment, Felix looks calmly down the stage with piercing eyes. He is wearing a blue shirt today with his hands in his pockets.

"Today is an improvement class." He announced.

The students uttered low cheers, but Macchiban and Old Vera didn't know why. Isn’t Seventh Year just an improvement class?

Felix explained softly: "In order to let the two unidentified guests understand the next content, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called "improvement class"." He smiled lightly, from his pocket extend the hand. Wand appeared in his hand like magic, with just a light wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

"We have completed the first round of review. According to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to prevent the next three months from being too boring, I will consciously prepare some improvement courses for Explain more profound content, which is not in the scope of the exam, but it is very good for you, especially after you graduate, you can use ancient runes to entertain yourself after work..."

"The improvement class will use the thinking classroom. You don’t need to worry about danger, you just need to relax your mind-well, let’s start." Pulling adaptation, he made it obvious: a golden ripple bloomed from the fingertips of the snapped fingers, centered on him, and spread continuously, quickly staining the entire classroom with a faint golden.

Professor Marchiban and Old Vera looked around in amazement, Marchiban's eyes blinked, seeming to find something. After a few seconds, everything was calm.

Drop from in midair a magic handwriting exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere...

In the crisp sound of birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree , Said to everyone: "Although I said it more than once, I want to emphasize it again: Compared with knowledge, it is more important to exercise your thinking. After all, your graduation thesis is to complete a magic text."

Have students complete a magic text handbook?

Professor Macchiban opened her eyes wide. She looked around quickly. No students raised objections. Obviously, this was not a temporary arrangement.

Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it was true, would their exams have any meaning?

There was a low moan next to him. Old Vera looked like he was ill, swinging continuously, and his hand was pressing on the magic handwriting that fell in front of him.

……

A few minutes before the end of the course, the students swiftly took notes while the short Professor Macchiban strolled through the gaps in the classroom seats, stopping from time to time , Watching the students’ quill fluent Earth Book and writing down a magic sentence pattern, to be honest, its complexity has far exceeded the standards of the NEWTs exam.

Old Vera sat in her seat, looking lost. He is the person who understands the gap between him and Felix best, and he feels like sitting on pins and needles at the moment.

The end of get out of class bell finally rang, and he jumped up from his seat almost immediately and was about to leave.

"Mr. Vera," Felix stopped him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, when Old Vera agreed in one fell swoop, and only now did he realize how big a pit was buried in this request.

How to write this report? Is it fancy to praise Felix Haip?

The old man flushed, hiding his face and fleeing.

"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix yelled'eagerly', but his body was motionless. "What's wrong with him?" he muttered to himself.

Professor Macchiban gave him a weird look, but he didn't see that the little fellow held a grudge!

"Stop yelling," she said, "he is busy."

Felix looked at her with searching eyes.

"Probably I am busy finding a place to bury myself!" said Professor Macchiban. "I won't be here this afternoon."

"Are you leaving now?" Felix asked.

"It's not leaving," Professor Macchiban said helpless, "but I don't need to come to you anymore. I almost understand the reasons for the advanced by leaps and bounds of the students in the past two years. I will do it again. Stay a few days and see in other classes... You can't do it for nothing."

Felix clearly nodded.

"There is one thing left," Professor Macchiban said, with a grin on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming a supernumerary examiner?"

" The supernumerary examiner..."

"You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient runes exam." Professor Macchiban said, she sighed, watching the dilly-dallying students walking out of the classroom, "I can't let this Two-year graduates come to do this!"

"Do you plan to increase the practical assessment of the ancient runes exam? Investigating practical magic writing?" Felix asked happily.

"Yes," she said, "after I go back, I will fight for the ministry to separate the ancient runes into two directions-translation and practicality. Of course, you must write this report. You know best...the employment direction of Practical Mowen. If you describe it sufficiently attractive, the Ministry may recruit a few people this year."

"Why is this?" Felix said nothing about this. Too much understanding.

Professor Macchiban rolled his eyes and said, "I guess that except for your company, the entire magic circle doesn't know what to do with practical magic text. Generally, this situation is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: Recruit a few people to study the direction and potential of the new career."

"Are there similar examples?" Felix asked with interest.

"The name of the prophet is derived from the prophet. They will predict the future of the new student and give some suggestions on the name. I remember Trelawny seems to have done the name for a while Prophet...it seems to be a long time ago."

Trelawny...You're quite something, Felix opened his eyes.

"Sounds great," he curled his lips, "I agree."