A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The first rally of the Magic Club ended in this way. The little wizards filed out, with excitement on their faces, walking out a distance, and the sound of discussion burst out like a turbulent tide.

"Bravo!"

"Did you see the flame? It's like a toy in Professor Haipu's hands!"

"Spellcasting instinct..."

"I don't know what the next meeting will be?"

Harry and Ron were standing in the hallway. Hermione stayed to ask a few questions. After five minutes, she finally appeared.

"I asked a little question about Professor Lupin." Hermione looked relieved, and seemed to have solved a long-buried question, "Professor Haipu knows it."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Oh, I promised the professor not to speak out." Hermione paused, "so as not to cause unnecessary controversy."

It seems that Harry and Ron are more curious, but Hermione quickly talked about another thing, "Professor Haipu recommended me a series of books, which is very useful for our duel self-study group."

"One set?" Ron smacked.

""The Magic of Chawick" is a teaching book written by Chawick Bout, one of the founders of Ifamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States. Look, in addition, "Practical Defense Magic and Its Restraint to Dark Magic" is also very good, and "Curse and Anti-Curse" written by Wendike Wenridian..."

Hermione said regretfully, "I shouldn't have wasted time reading some miscellaneous books before."

Harry recalled, "It's the corrupt, corrupt book..."

"It's "Wolves Who Corrupt Laws: Why Are Werewolves Unworthy of Survival"," Hermione said in one breath, a lengthy book title. "The book claims that the werewolves are all morally corrupt and lawless guys."

"Sounds a bit subjective, maybe there are good ones among the werewolves." Ron shrugged, "but Hermione, Professor Lupin has cancelled the essay assignment on werewolves."

"I know, I just—"

A cold wind poured into the corridor, "Let's go back to the lounge, I'm going to freeze." Ron said, and they left as they discussed.

In the classroom, the firewood in the fireplace burned to the end, struggled a few times, and finally went out.

Felix stretched out his right hand, and the little snake in mid-air fell sharply, shrinking continuously, and finally condensed into an Ouroboros ring on the little finger of his right hand. He looked at it calmly, then shook his fingers, the little snake swam around, entangled together, and turned into a coin again.

"So that was your intention, Severus." Felix said softly. Snape took over several defense against the Dark Arts classes during Lupin's "illness" and taught the werewolves ahead of time regardless of the student's progress. Chapter One, he originally thought it was just for disgusting Lupin.

But now it seemed that Snape should expect a little wizard to discover Lupin's identity as a werewolf, and to drive him out of the school logically.

"It's a pity professor, only Miss Granger has done her homework seriously."

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Back at the office, Felix read today's "Evening Prophet" and on the side page, he saw an article published by an old therapist of St. Mungo who claimed to be retired, which mentioned his previous fishing papers.

‘Purely speaking in theory, I can’t pick a problem. Mr. Felix Haipu’s understanding of memory magic is amazing. I look forward to more theoretical research and experimental data. In my opinion, there are more than two real problems. The following is my opinion—

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At the end of writing, I hope to meet with Mr. Haipu. If his theory becomes reality, it will benefit countless wizards who are troubled by memory damage. But I also want to point out that this process will be very difficult. I hope I can live to see this day come...'

"Finally, there is a significant therapist." Felix said happily, and many of the points in the article coincided with him, but he did not disclose it.

As early as half a month ago, some critical voices appeared one after another, trying to point out the mistakes of Felix’s theory, but they estimated that they did not even enter the threshold of memory magic, and the opinions expressed were very naive, and Felix one by one. Rejected back.

But this time is different. With Rita Skeeter telling the news in advance, he can easily know the identity of the old therapist—Dorothea Boham.

She is the former head of the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. She has achieved outstanding results in many treatment fields. She is also surnamed "Boham" and the same name as Mungo Boham, who founded St. Mungo.

She was nominated twice as the dean, but when she was nominated for the first time, she insisted on refusing to give up the first-line treatment job and declined the position as the dean.

After twenty years of this, her prestige is too high, and more than half of the therapists are brought out by her. She had to hang up the name of Dean St. Mungo, but until she retired, she did not completely give up the work of treating patients.

"This is a highly respected therapist, and the wording of my reply must be careful."

Felix read her article again, smiled slightly, and took out the quill pen.

In the following week, Felix communicated with this self-proclaimed "retired old therapist". He also revealed more content. Soon, their discussions attracted many top-notch people. Therapist.

The name Felix Haipu also has a lot of attention among the therapists.

On weekends, St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Felix saw Dorothea Boham surrounded by a group of therapists. The lady was very old, her face was wrinkled, but her eyes were bright.

Back at the hospital, she put on a treatment gown for herself.

"Mr. Haipu, it's not easy to see you," Dorothea said with a smile, her teeth almost falling out.

"Ms. Boham, communication by letter is also good, isn't it?"

Dorothea said kindly: "I know that you are a professor at Hogwarts. You are usually very busy at work. It is indeed a good way to use letters... Tell me quickly, how did you solve those problems? I recently But thinking about it has a headache."

Felix knew that he had secretly treated the Longbottoms and had been known, he had predicted it, and even planned the progress of the matter.

Looking at the eyes of the surrounding therapists, I didn't mean to trouble him at all.

Even if there is, it can only be held in my heart. In the past period of time, he added a title of "memory magic expert" to himself. If the Longbottoms fully recover, he will be the undisputed "memory magic master" and the most outstanding memory injury therapist in contemporary times. One.

Felix smiled and said, "Ms. Hamboom, it's a long story. Let's take a look at the Longbottoms first."

"It's okay, it's okay. No matter how much it is said, it is better to cure the patient. I have seen the situation of the Longbottoms and their condition has improved too much!"

The Janus Sic ward on the fifth floor is always locked, and most of the patients inside have caused persistent curse damage. The therapist in this ward, Mei Lim, read "Alaho Cave Open" and opened the ward.

Felix and a group of therapists came to the Longbottom couple's bed, "Frank, Alice." He said hello.

The Longbottoms were playing a rope-turning game, and they raised their heads to look at him.

Frank murmured, no one heard it, but it was exciting enough.

With a flick of his finger, Felix pulled the two closer to the thinking cabin. In the world of thinking, opposite him are two things that look a lot like foundations, and they look like broken libraries.

Rows of bookshelves stand on the ground, and inside are scattered books, some of which are still incomplete.

‘Another day of hard work. Felix thought to himself, the job of putting together memories is easy to say, but it is quite boring to do.

A group of outside therapists stared at him blankly, Felix snapped his fingers, and the Longbottoms became dull, and then the three of them remained motionless.

"Mr. Haipu?" A young therapist tried to pat Felix on the shoulder, and the old lady Longbottom said sternly, "Don't touch him!" But the next second, the therapist was bounced off by a ray of light. , Turned somersault and flew more than ten meters and hit the wall.

"August! Oh, my goodness! Are you okay?" Mei Limu walked over and patted the reckless physician on the head, turned around and said to everyone, "I passed out."

"Merim, please, take him away."

The Longbottom old woman said angrily: "That's why I don't want to tell you in advance!" She took a closer look at Felix and her son and daughter-in-law. They didn't react at all, and she was a little relieved.

Dorothea Boham said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Longbottom." She turned to look at the current dean of St. Mungo. "I wonder if the current therapist can make such a low-level mistake?"

The current dean awkwardly said: "This is an accident. August is...lively by nature and has many novel ideas, but this time he is really too reckless and shouldn't...I will criticize him severely."

Dorothea Boham nodded majesticly. The current dean of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is her student, who taught her by hand 40 years ago. She looked around: "Don't disturb Mr. Haipu in any way, understand?"

St. Mungo's therapist nodded only non-stop.

In the following treatment, there were no accidents.

In fact, Felix was fully aware of what was happening outside. He could have left it alone, but he felt that he still had to do something. A few hidden magics have already probed him. Can this be probed casually?

So he deliberately activated a protective magic item...

After this episode, Felix returned his attention to the thinking cabin. Today's treatment was exceptionally smooth. Even when he pieced together his memories and condensed them into a book, a little bit of light was already spontaneously attracted and blended into the bookshelf.

‘Maybe one or two more treatments will stimulate their self-repair ability. Thought Felix.

At noon, when he opened his eyes, he saw a look of awe.