A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next morning, Felix didn't expect his hunch would come true so soon. He remembered that he had no talent for divination? It's hard to say that I gave up the divination class because the woman Trelawney always pretended to be a fool.

At that time, Sybil Trelawney had not entered Hogwarts teaching for a few years, and had not formed a stable teaching style like now, and sometimes it was inevitable to use too much force.

And Felix is ​​in the limelight—he is so famous and troublesome, it just happens to be a good choice for her to become famous. Trelawney had made more than a dozen predictions for him in one go, although none of them were reliable.

...

Felix saw Professor McGonagall and Umbridge, who had a toad face, standing face to face in front of the spiral staircase. Professor McGonagall's expression was quite unpleasant, and her lips were so tight that there was only a seam left.

"Umbridge...Investigator! I need to remind you that Dumbledore does not allow dementors to enter the school. As early as more than a month ago, the dementors attacked the Quidditch stadium. "

Umbridge stepped up one step and realized that he was still not tall enough. He stepped on the second step and looked at Professor McGonagall condescendingly, with a smirk on his face: "Professor McGonagall, I didn’t want to Come in, the dementor, I hate those disturbing things as much as you do. To be honest, it reminds me of the unfair treatment I received in my early years when I was an intern."

"Fortunately, I succeeded in proving my ability. Although I have relatives with the Selwyn family...but I can have my status today by myself."

Professor McGonagall "snorted" from her nose, "I only hope that you will not retaliate twice after you have the status. As far as I know..." She did not continue.

Umbridge didn’t seem to hear these words, and she smiled sweetly: “Given that Sirius Black, a dangerous fugitive currently at large, is still at large, I hope - on behalf of Minister Fudge, I can be here at Hogwarts. A small base was opened to show that the Ministry of Magic attaches great importance to Hogwarts. Of course, there will be no dementors, only me and the two Aurors."

Professor McGonagall said dryly, "I have not received any notice from Dumbledore."

"I can wait." Umbridge waved his hand friendly. "For the safety of those cute and childish little guys, I don't mind wasting a little time."

Professor McGonagall stared at Umbridge, her chest rising and falling violently, and she was obviously out of anger.

"Excuse me, Minerva?" Felix came down the stairs and passed Umbridge.

Professor McGonagall stepped back two steps to make room for him, and Felix's tall man stood in front of Umbridge.

Felix blinked at Professor McGonagall. For a moment, a smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face, but she quickly reduced her expression and became more serious. A similar situation was still in the Christmas party last year when Flitwick used himself as an example and told her a dwarf joke.

"Ahem! Sorry—" Behind him, there was another pretentious clearing of his throat, and Felix seemed to find her, "You haven't left yet? I thought you were over."

"This is?" Umbridge's face was not very good.

Professor McGonagall didn’t mean to introduce him at all. She apologized to Felix: "Felix, can you help me? I need—" She glanced at Umbridge, because Umbridge Standing on the steps, a bit taller than her, her eyes fell on her pink cardigan and the bow embroidered on the neckline, she looked away uncomfortably.

"——I need to accompany the investigator of the Ministry of Magic."

"What do I need to do?" Felix asked.

"To collect the list of school stays for Christmas, you only need to be in charge of Gryffindor College, and Percy Weasley can also assist you." Professor McGonagall handed him a piece of parchment. "Just ask the little wizards to fill out the form. That's fine, if I can spare time in the afternoon, I will go there."

"No problem, Minerva." Felix said lightly. He leaned slightly to the two of them, and his eyes fell on Umbridge. "The clothes go well with you, ma'am."

Umbridge looked at him incredulously, "Who is this person?" She stretched out her fat finger and pointed at his leaving back.

Felix heard Professor McGonagall say in a pleasant voice: "Obviously, he is a professor at Hogwarts..."

He went up the spiral staircase, all the way to the common room of Gryffindor College. As a result, she was blocked by the portrait of the fat lady guarding the gate. She sullenly said: "Password."

Felix was stunned, and tentatively said: "Good luck is coming?" In his impression, Gryffindor's password seemed to be related to "luck."

"No," the fat lady rolled her eyes. "Although you are a professor, you can't open the door without a password. This is the rule. Who knows if you changed from Black."

Felix said with interest: "Excuse me, madam—I have always wanted to know, do you remember what happened when Blake went to school?"

The fat lady seemed to be insulted, and she screamed: "Oh my God, of course I remember..." She crackled and said, Felix smiled and echoed her words, "Is that right?"

"There is such a thing?"

"He is such a bastard..."

After almost ten minutes, the door of the common room was pushed open from the inside, and Neville came out, carrying his schoolbag.

"Neville, are you going to the library to study?"

Neville seemed startled, and stammered: "Professor Haipu? Yes, oh no, I'm going to the greenhouse-I mean, to Professor Sprout."

Felix nodded understandingly, "By the way, what's the password for your academy?" Just as he was talking, the fat lady closed the door with a "slam" ~www.novelmt.com~ and showed a good show at the same time. Expressions.

Neville's round face was stunned. He glanced at Felix very slowly, then glanced at the closed lounge door, and reached into his pocket helplessly.

He started from the first pocket, turned to the second, from the jacket to the lining, from the robe to the pants, and then opened the schoolbag. The baggy bag exuded the smell of fresh earth.

Neville flipped to a small note from the corner, and he read out excitedly: "Good luck, good luck, good luck!"

The fat lady curled her lips, "I want to talk to you for a while." She turned aside, and the door of the common room opened.

Felix suddenly thought of something, "Neville, are you staying at school for Christmas?"

"No, my grandmother wrote me to go back on holiday." Neville replied, and he unconsciously grasped his schoolbag.

"I see, Neville."

Felix got into the door of the lounge, and there was a loud voice inside.