A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 Library.

　　 Felix didn't let go of the scroll, he didn't hear anything outside the window.

　　 Yesterday’s public class did not seem to have affected him, even though he was the direct cause of such a sensation.

　　 He flipped through the book with his left hand, while holding the wand in his right hand, sliding in a small area, one by one the magic text appeared and disappeared in the air. Mrs. Pince stared at Felix for more than half an hour.

　　Mrs. Pins is a thin and old woman who looks a little malnourished. But she is very suitable for the job of a librarian, because she loves books like her life and has a keen sense of smell. She can always find and punish students who violate discipline in the first time.

　　 If a student dared to draw out a magic wand to make gestures in the library, she would immediately drive him out, but Felix was a professor, which made her hesitate.

　　 Fortunately, Felix quickly left with two books, so that she would not be so entangled.

　　 Felix returned to the office, took out a piece of chestnut wood from the suitcase, magic power poured down the carving knife, and carved ancient magic words on the surface of the chestnut wood.

　　 Chestnut wood is a material for making magic wands, but it is like a piece of white paper. It has no tendency and is not expensive. It was discovered by Felix and used to practice ancient magic texts.

　　 The engraving knife infused with magic left a magic word symbol on the surface of chestnut wood. Every time a complete magic word is drawn, it will bloom with a hot red light, and then quietly extinguished, imprinting black marks.

　　 Felix portrays the magic text very quickly, which also makes the chestnut surface flicker. The carving knife keeps flying, it seems that he is not depicting the magic text, but is writing an immortal chapter in history.

　　 A few minutes later, Felix filled the surface of the chestnut wood. He took out his wand and brushed it over the surface of the chestnut wood. The thin layer of wood broke off instantly and flew to the other side of the table automatically.

　　 Felix then picked up the carving knife again and continued to work on the chestnut wood.

　　 He didn't stop until the chestnut shrank by three inches, and stretched out on the spot.

　　 At the corner of the table, thirty thin wood chips have been piled up, like pages of a book, covered with black ancient magic texts.

　　 Felix calculated a number in his heart, nodded in satisfaction, "272 magic texts, this is the power I have at present."

　　 He stood up leisurely, stood in front of the window and looked far away, his decision to return to Hogwarts was really correct.

　　 This is the life I want!

　　 "Wow!"

　　 An owl flew in along the window and threw a letter on the table.

　　 Felix opened the envelope, and after reading the letter, he couldn't help frowning.

　　 This is a letter from an "old friend".

Although Felix has only graduated for three years, and he really traveled for only one year, this year he traveled north and south, and his experience was quite rich, which also allowed him to broaden his vision and "extensively interact"-no matter where in the world. In the corner, with his eyes closed, he could tell which magic black market was closest to him.

　　 This letter is from a "friend" he met on the black market.

　　 Felix took out the parchment, wrote a string of words in a hurry, and asked him to meet at the Hogsmeade Pig’s Head on Saturday.

　　 Until the owl flew away, he was still thinking about this friend's intention.

　　 He remembered the scene when the two met for the first time.

　　 The man called himself Klein, and he wore a hood on his robe all year round, his face was full of mist from beginning to end, making it impossible to see his true identity.

　　 Klein pursues the principle of equivalence transactions, such as rare magic manuscripts, magical potions, magical creatures, etc., he has a way.

　　 Felix traded with him seven times, and they were very disciplined.

　　 Therefore, he was also very curious about what Klein's purpose was for finding himself. Of course, what is even more curious is what stocks this friend has recently.

　　 Ten o'clock on Saturday morning.

　　 Felix came to the pig's head bar, it was early, there was only one guest.

　　 Felix walked to the table of guests, saw the familiar misty face, and sat down with a smile. As he took his seat, the figures of the two were looming, and their voices were completely isolated from the outside world.

　　 "Klein."

　　 "Felix." It was a neutral voice, unable to distinguish between male and female, and unable to distinguish age.

　　 There is no shortage of such mysterious existence in the magical world, and there are always various reasons. For example, it's a dark wizard, or has committed something, avoided the enemy's pursuit, or it may just be some kind of bad taste.

　　 "What can I do for you?"

　　 "Inquire about the news."

"what news?"

　　 "The relic of the second-generation Dark Lord."

　　 Felix was silent for a few seconds, his mind kept turning.

　　 "Yes, but you have to tell me your source of information first."

　　 Klein tapped the corner of the table with his fingers, seeming to be weighing, but he quickly said a word, "Vagado."

"Did you find that group of crazy witch sacrifices?" Felix was a little surprised. Vagado is a magic school in Africa. African wizards didn't use magic wands until the 20th century, which made their development trajectory different from others. country.

　　 For example, they still inherit a branch of prophetic magic, the witch festival, but outsiders call them crazy witch festival.

　　Because this kind of prophecy magic is actually a kind of black magic, every prediction requires a price-such as a certain limb of your body.

　　The most important thing is that the prediction is not always accurate...

　　 Klein mentioned Vagado, this is what Felix could think of, because Africa and England are not connected, and there is no communication between the two sides.

"Continue." Felix said ~www.novelmt.com~ He became interested. With Klein's character, he couldn't find a parallel witch sacrifice, but wanted a wise witch sacrifice to make a prediction. The price he paid There must be a lot.

　　 "The prophecy says that the relics of the Dark Lord will stay at Hogwarts for one year."

　　 Felix shook his heart, "What is the specific relic?"

　　 "I don't know, I just know it's very evil."

　　 Felix is ​​a bit speechless, I don’t know how hard you are!

　　 is evil, do you think you are an Auror?

　　 Seeing Felix’s disapproval, Klein said again, “The prophecy I requested is: the secret of leap to death.”

　　 Almost in an instant, Felix fully operated Occupational Cerebral Surgery. He was "surprised" and said, "You say it again?"

　　 "Leap to death."

　　 "But the Dark Lord is dead."

　　 "This is the prophecy."

　　 "You can check it yourself."

　　 "Hogwarts has Dumbledore."

　　 "Are you afraid of him?"

　　 Klein laughed twice, although Felix couldn't see through the fog on his face, he knew that the other person's expression would not be very good at the moment.

Felix pretended to be "contemplative" before speaking for a long time: "Thank you for your information, but I will not guarantee that I will obtain the relic. I can only promise that I will not abandon you and will solve the dark lord's secret alone. ."

　　 Klein thought for a moment, and said, "Yes."

　　 The two reached out their hands, their index fingers touched, and a golden pattern bloomed.

　　 This is a temporary magic contract. It lasts for one year. If you violate it, there will be no punishment for Felix, but Klein will be in control of his position at any time!

　　 If you are not afraid of revenge from a mysterious wizard, you can break the contract.