A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Seventh-grade wizards and wizards filed out of the classroom, with a trance and no return to reality on their faces. When they walked to the corner of the corridor, a brown-skinned Ravenclaw girl announced loudly, "Ancient Magic For the NEWT exam, I booked an excellent one in advance!"

　　 Her words are like turning on a switch on them, and the discussion is pouring out——

　　 "Ha~ I think so too!"

　　 "This class is so exciting, I can't imagine that the next class will be scheduled on Friday..."

　　 "Yes, compared to Professor Haipu, my mind is almost full of weeds."

　　 "Do you think Professor Haipu's words make sense?"

　　 "Well, I'm still planning to join the Ministry of Magic. Now I am a little shaken. My parents are both staff members of the Ministry, and their lives are not as good as outsiders think."

　　 "Really? Would you like to talk..."

　　 Penello approached Percy and asked in a low voice: "Your target or the Ministry of Magic?"

　　 Percy hesitated for a moment or two, and then became firm: "Yes, I am also looking forward to the future described by Professor Haipu, but I must grasp what I can reach with my hand."

　　 "But you shouldn't miss the professor's class?"

　　 "What a joke," Percy said, "I will do my best!"

　　 The next day, these seventh-grade students appeared in other classrooms. Their unusual excitement and dissociation aroused the attention of other professors. Felix's approach and those words also spread among the professors.

　　 Felix thought someone would come to him for a heart-to-heart talk. He was even ready to speak, but everything was calm.

　　 In the evening, he recorded his experience in the office——

　　‘The Mind House Magic is getting stronger and stronger, even I am a little stranger. Without resistance or obvious defense, I can instantly pull the surface consciousness of a dozen or twenty people into the thinking cabin, which is also the basis of today's lesson. Two branches can be extended from here——’

　　‘The first branch is the attack direction; but the thinking house can’t really hurt the opponent. After all, what it pulls is only the external reflection of the real consciousness. If the opponent resists, it will fail. It is difficult to use in actual combat in a short time;’

　　 He stopped, and re-lined it in ‘it is difficult to use it in actual combat in the short term’. It is impossible for him to give up the looming horror prospects that this direction showed.

　　Think about it, at some point in the future, he will let down a wizard with one look...

　　‘The second branch, auxiliary direction, is used for thinking acceleration and ancient magic text teaching. The former is very useful for fighting or studying, while the latter—’

　　 Felix paused to think, ‘The combination of the thinking house and memory magic has the same amazing effect. I have every opportunity to become the greatest teacher in history. ’

He thought again: "I don’t know if I should be fortunate or sorry. The memory cannot be filled. This is because a person’s memory is a very delicate thing, and rash changes will cause unpredictable consequences. Just minimize the side effects as much as possible, not nothing.

In most cases, the memory cancellation personnel of the Ministry of Magic only erase the memory of the last few hours, but the people whose memory is erased are usually accompanied by forgetfulness and unresponsiveness for a day or two, or a week or two... This has been verified by the Dark Wizard.

　　 And I want to instill knowledge, but it is not a small, slight change, the impact on people is so great...

　　 I can barely get around this restriction now, and its real effect is to speed up the learning. ’

A series of names flashed in Felix's mind: Severus, Dumbledore, Lockhart, Ms. Ravenclaw, Longbottoms... They were either active or passive, all for the improvement of the thinking house. He Jiao provided arm assistance, which is why he allowed this magic to be used freely and smoothly in just a year and a half in just one and a half years.

　　 Not to mention, he actually experienced a major upgrade of memory magic and the full support of the restricted area of ​​the Hogwarts Library...

　　 Felix twisted the parchments and watched them quietly turning into fly ash. In the thinking cabin, these parchments regrouped.

　　 Felix rolled them into a round parchment tube, pulled a silver-green string from the air, and fastened the cylinder.

　　 He dexterously climbed over the pile of books piled up on the dark maroon carpet and stood in front of the dark green curtain. The curtain automatically rolled up without wind, revealing the tall portal behind it.

　　 He reached out and touched the door without a handle, and with a light push, the door opened silently.

　　Here is his real inner world, hiding all his deepest secrets and memories.

This is a long room with an aisle in the middle, straight forward, seeming to have no end. On both sides of the aisle are tall bookshelves. Books of various shapes and styles are placed on the shelves, and each cover is Self at different stages.

　　 In the corner of the shelf, there are also some handwritten notes, photos, memory balls, and similar odds and ends.

Felix strode forward, and the room gradually lit up. He stood in front of a bookshelf, and with the soft light, he patiently counted the numbers: "Memory Magic-Thinking House-Theoretical Derivation-There is !"

　　He put the small cylinder on the shelf, and said to himself in a slightly distressed voice: "Well, the room is always changing, every time I come, I have to look for a long time..."

　　 Felix came out of the room behind the curtain, watching the dark green curtain fall again, covering the heavy door, and turning back to the real world.

　　 In the ancient magic text office, he watched the time and waited quietly—

　　 "KOKOKO!"

　　 "Please come in—"

　　 The office door was opened, and Hermione jumped in like a thief.

　　 "I haven't been spotted, Miss Granger?"

"No, Professor. You told me to keep it secret." Hermione said briskly. As early as two hours ago, when she was eating dinner, Professor Haipu’s patron saint suddenly appeared with a blank in his mouth. card.

　　 When her magic power was overlaid on the card, a line of small words appeared on it: Time converter, eight o'clock tonight, confidential.

　　 Hermione kept scratching her heart and waiting until after nine o'clock before using the time converter to return to two hours ago, and appeared here.

　　 Felix nodded, and he asked, "What do you think of the attack on Sirius Black yesterday?"

　　 He planned to start with this sentence to elicit the suspicion of the rats, but Hermione directly gave him a surprise, or fright.

　　 "Professor, we guessed-Ron's mouse, there may be a problem!" Hermione said in a low voice, her voice trembling with excitement.

　　 "This... how did you find out?"

"It's Harry," Hermione said. "He overheard a conversation between Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley the night before the start of the third grade. Mr. Weasley said, he said—" She held her hands. After breathing, his eyes widened.

　　 "After Blake escaped from prison, the Ministry of Magic went to Azkaban to investigate and collect evidence. The guard inside mentioned that Blake had been repeating in his sleep for the past few days-he was at Hogwarts, he was at Hogwarts..."

Hermione’s voice became sharp: “We thought that Black’s target was Harry, but yesterday’s attack proved not, at least not the first target. In addition, Black’s abnormal behavior was actually a newspaper that Fudge was given to him. After—oh, this was said by Fudge himself, when the three broomsticks were talking to the professors—in conjunction with Blake’s attack on Ron, we speculated that it was the "Daily Prophet" where the Ron family’s award-winning information was published... …"

　　 Hermione was still talking about her thoughts, but Felix couldn't help sighing. It was his keen appreciation for Hermione and their dissatisfaction with Fudge's negligence. After a long time of trouble, the root of all this was in him.

　　 But speaking of it, Harry and the others had actually got this information a long time ago, but it wasn't really connected until yesterday. And he was not so lucky. He was associated with Blake’s Animagus and Blake’s abnormal attack on Ron~www.novelmt.com~ The most critical clue here is actually Arnie. Margus, along this line, many things can be inferred.

　　 "...we haven't told Ron yet, oh my god, we can't be sure, but if it's true, how sad he should be."

　　 "Miss Granger," Felix said with a sigh, "There is indeed such a possibility. This is why I found you. I originally thought--"

　　 He shook his head slightly, "I need to change my strategy."

　　 "Since you have investigated this step, I hope you can be aware of the possible dangers and put protecting yourself first."

　　 Felix reached out and called for three coins that could be turned into the Ring of Ouroboros, and let them fall into Hermione's hands, "I prepared this for the Mowen Club. There is nothing wrong with giving it to you a few days in advance."

　　 "You can contact me through it, in case Harry forgets to bring the sight glass again...

　　 In addition, your beaded pouch should be carried on you at any time. It can fight against the basilisk for a short time. Under sudden activation, the ordinary black wizard cannot be your opponent.

　　 If you find rat spots, choose to knock them out at the first time, don't hesitate, and then find a nearby professor to warn, or contact me directly. "

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