A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　Walsh Sidrick led the way, he kept rushing forward, "We need to hurry up, Minister Fudge can't wait."

　　 Felix said: "I don't know I will meet him again."

　　 "It was decided temporarily, Minister Fudge's daily schedule is very full, originally he would not pay attention to these small things, but-we are here."

　　 He opened a heavy door, and a simple and solemn meeting room appeared in front of him.

　　 The furnishings in the parlour are very similar to the No. 3 parlour that Felix has visited before. There are more than a dozen rows of shiny black chairs, and in front of the parlor is a small podium.

　　 "This way—" Felix was led down from the curtain on the side of the podium, through an inconspicuous small door, to a more private room.

　　 Fudge was reading a newspaper seriously, and there was a pile of newspaper clippings beside him. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and laughed enthusiastically, "Felix Haip, it's nice to meet you."

　　 "Minister Fudge, it's probably not the first time we have met. Is there anything you want to do with me?"

"Ah, of course... when Dorothea wrote to me, I found out that I had missed an outstanding person—" He patted his raised belly, the shiny copper-colored buttons struggling to maintain The dark red vest does not pop open, "Ancient magician professor, Muggle research expert, and a hidden memory damage treatment master-look, I am a little envious of you."

　　 Felix knew it, and it seemed that the news that he had cured the Longbottoms finally reached the minister's ears, and it was Ms. Dorothea Boham who had told him.

"... The old Bernie in the Wissengamer office has submitted a proposal, and now I am waiting for the verification result from St Mungo. If there is no problem, the second-level medal-this is the most basic; the first-level medal is not without hope."

　　 "Sounds good." Felix said slowly.

　　 "I need to persuade some people to use some connections..." Fudge said, his fat fingers crossed together, "I like to exchange."

　　 "For example?" Felix asked curiously. He wanted to know what Fudge had made.

"Dolores has encountered some troubles. I hope she can take over the position of deputy minister, but she is not qualified enough now and needs an indisputable deed, such as-catching Sirius Black, of course, it's mine. Under his leadership." Fudge said, fiddling with the quill in his hand.

　　 Felix asked patiently: "I can't help you catch him. The Ministry of Magic has many Aurors and hitters."

"Actually, I mean—if you can persuade Dumbledore to let Dolores bring some people to Hogwarts... Believe me, I do it for the good of the students inside. Black is an extremely cruel criminal. He can do everything." Fudge said indignantly.

　　 Felix took a deep look at him, "I'll think about it, Minister Fudge." He checked the time, "The speech is about to begin, and I need to spend a few minutes to prepare."

　　 Fudge obviously didn't expect that he would refuse altogether. He was stunned, "I wait for your reply, I will let Dolores find you."

　　 "I may not have time in the near future—" Felix said, "Maybe I will make an appointment with Dumbledore for you?"

　　 "Either—actually—" Fudge said faintly, his voice a little embarrassed: "It doesn’t have to... well, I'll talk to Dumbledore."

Felix came out of the room and shook his head. He was a little uncertain whether Fudge really heard the news from him by chance, and try by the way; still had a plan, but judging from the emotions that Fudge felt, Fudge could It's not so easy to give up.

　　 He couldn't help thinking: This minister really trusted Dolores Umbridge. Didn't he know that this woman's popularity is quite bad? When Felix was standing on the small podium in the meeting room No. 3, looking at the crowded people below, he suddenly had a thought:

　　 Maybe it's because of Umbridge's terrible popularity that Fudge's reuse. At least in the eyes of outsiders, it is not surprising that she did anything bad, and the fire could not burn Fudge.

　　 He remembered the relationship between the ancient emperor and the princes. How many things the princes did came from the emperor himself?

　　 Felix looked over the crowd and officially began his speech.

"Some of you may know me or have heard my name, but there are still many people who don’t know what I do. So far, I have written three Muggle-related books. Expert in this area." He raised his wand and let his name appear in the air.

　　 Felix quickly skipped the self-introduction part and entered today's topic.

　　 "I assume that you came here today purely out of interest, or willing to accept some fresh insights because of work..."

　　 "From the audience list, you should be the group that has the closest connection with ordinary people. To some extent, I and you are the same, it is the eyes of the wizard looking to the outside world."

　　 "But how many people realize this?"

　　 There was a commotion in the crowd. Newt Scamander in the corner looked at the gap in the wall, but his ears stood up.

　　 A tall, well-proportioned wizard with thin lips and moustaches said stiffly and indifferently: "Why should we pay attention to some lower creatures?"

　　 "This wizard, your name?" Felix said calmly.

"You can call me McNeill." He grinned. "Mr. Haip, do you think there is something wrong with my words?" Chesterton Avery next to him took his arm, but he still talked to Felic. Si stared at each other.

"Lower creatures..." Felix chewed on the word, "You always have to give me a specific reason, Mr. McNeill, you just stated your emotions-you just let us know that you are very, very I hate Muggles, but this is never a reason."

　　 McNeill’s expression changed, and he said badly: "Ignorance, ignorance, powerlessness, chaos...do you still use me?"

　　 "Heh," Felix looked at the others, "Is there anyone else who holds the same view, let me see."

　　 No one expressed support. On the contrary, some people were very dissatisfied with McNeill's remarks. Most of them were half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards.

　　 Felix waited quietly for a few seconds, leaving time for everyone to think. The air was noisy, but there was no speech that could be heard clearly, just like listening to a tape with the sound washed out.

　　 Felix said, "I will answer your question at the end of the speech, Mr. McNeill."

　　 He waved his magic wand and sprinkled a gleam of silver light. Soon, the silver light filled the entire meeting room No. 3 like smoke. He flicked his fingers, and the smoke disappeared instantly.

　　 With the help of blank memory fragments, Felix can temporarily make the thinking house appear in reality.

　　 "Today I want to introduce some simple things, people who do not know magic, their clothing, food, shelter, transportation..."

"The "Secrecy Act" signed in 1682 is a very interesting time point. Since then, our understanding of the outside world seems to have stagnated forever, even if fresh blood is added to the wizarding community every year after that. It hasn't changed much." Felix seemed to say with emotion.

"Back to the topic, the colors and materials of medieval clothes are relatively monotonous. The colors are mainly black, white, gray, and brown; the materials are mainly linen, wool and leather; the styles are somewhat similar to the close-fitting wizard robes. At that time, some nobles or It’s the upper-class people who wear a cloak, do you sound familiar?"

　　 There were illusory figures condensed from the air in the living room. Their faces were blurred, but the clothes on their bodies were extremely clear. A wizard couldn't help but reach out and touch them, but his fingers passed through the phantom.

"In the next few hundred years, more elements were added, big cloaks, embroidery, collage..." Felix said, and the corresponding clothes styles quickly gathered in the air. The attention.

"From the fourteenth to the seventeenth centuries, people paid attention to the beauty of curves, and reached a morbid state, with skirts, waistbands, and shoes more than ten inches high -" Felix waved his magic wand and let the corresponding images appear one by one. Later, there were ribbons, lace necklines, long-breasted coats, feather hats, fluffy skirts..."

　　 "I have to mention some small decorations, such as bows, flower decorations, lace, etc."

　　 The chattering discussion on the seats continued.

"In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, people generally advocated nature, simplicity, and decoration." Felix said, while changing the clothes of this period, a large number of clothes close to modern aesthetics appeared, such as petticoats, shawls, suits, Tuxedo...

"As for later, there are too many types, just look at it for yourself." Felix hooked his mouth, he reached out and pushed, hundreds of clothes of different shapes appeared and flew towards the wizards below the stage, no The few people were horrified and consciously leaned back. It was not until the images of these clothes passed through the living room that they realized that all this was a ghost.

　　 "It's so real." Someone said admiringly.

Felix continued: "I often see a phenomenon in the newspapers, that is, whenever Muggle experts introduce something new and strange, there will always be particularly stubborn people who refuse to admit it, thinking that these are fabricated. Here it is. Does anyone think what I just showed is fabricated?"

　　 No one doubts, everyone knows things like clothes. Even if you don’t have any knowledge, you won’t think that Felix himself has made up thousands of different costumes.

"Starting from the simplest clothes, we can get a lot of interesting conclusions. For example, they are always developing and creating new things..." Felix said lightly, without going into the details. He changed the topic. , Asked a question: "Has anyone ever thought about how these clothes are made?"

　　 "Hand-sewn?" Someone joked, "It's impossible to use magic, right?"

　　 But no one laughed.

In addition to Felix, he smiled and said: "My new book "The Magic of the Muggle World" explains the answer to this question in more detail. Those who are interested can take a look. If you let me talk about it, it might be three days and three days. Ye didn't know how to say it. Let's continue—"

　　The content of his speech is quietly speeding up: "The development of food -" He waved his wand, and a large number of dishes from different periods appeared. The closer to the current time, the more beautiful and attractive;

　　 "Residence -" Various styles of buildings and furnishings popped up one by one;

　　 "There is also traffic -" The vehicles on the sky, sea and land appear one after another.

　　 With the previous content underpinning, no one questioned the authenticity of the following three aspects, but most people entered a state of confusion because they received too much information at once.

　　 After a few minutes, everyone came back to their senses.

　　 Felix asked another question, "Why should I talk about this, everyone?"

　　 His eyes became extremely sharp, staring at everyone present, they subconsciously looked at Felix, wanting to find an answer.

　　 "Change, the only thing I want to tell you is change."

His eyes fell on McNeill. The wizard with thin lips and moustache didn’t know what he was thinking. Felix said to him: “As for the question you just mentioned, Mr. McNeill, why should we look at it? outside world?"

　　He walked over step by step and stood in front of this wizard——

"Because the world never stagnates because of a certain person or a certain group. If you are not aware of this change, ignorance, ignorance, powerlessness, confusion... these words can also be used on you. Now you understand Are you there, Mr. McNeill?"

　　 McNeill flushed, and for a moment, his expression became fierce. He yanked his wand out and tried to put it on Felix’s neck.

"McNeill, stop!" said Walsh Sidrick, who was separated by a few people. He couldn't allow this speech to have a fight, especially when the young professor he invited was injured. This would become a scandal for the Ministry of Magic. of.

　　 But McNeill's eyes were red, and the tip of his wand was shining with sparks. What irritated him the most was that there was still a sarcasm on the face of the opposite person.

　　 He even stretched out his hand slowly, is it trying to take away his wand? Damn, what does he think he is doing, acting? When I followed the Dark Lord, he still didn't know where in the world he was.

　　 McNeill decided to teach this overly young Muggle researcher a lesson. There are many people here. They cannot use the Unforgivable Curse or black magic. So, what about a Burst Curse?

　　 He subconsciously licked his lips, but found that he could not move.

McNeill watched the man named "Felix Hap" on the opposite side lightly drew his wand away, and heard his gentle voice say, "Look, even your most persuasive power, in some It’s not worth mentioning in front of people. Does that mean—according to your principles, I can despise you? Or, play with you at will?

　　 McNeill's heart felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave~www.novelmt.com~ his whole body was shaking uncontrollably-a similar feeling, he had seen it from the Dark Lord decades ago.

　　 Walsh Sidrick had to stand up and whispered: "Mr. Haipu, you can't..."

Felix smiled at him, "Mr. Sidric, this is also part of the speech. It is an example I carefully prepared. You see, I didn't even take out the wand-Mr. McNeill is cooperating with me. "

　　 McNeill suddenly found that he could move, Felix returned his wand, "Take your wand, this is your greatest pride."

　　 McNeill was stunned. If the wand is pride, who is the one who took it?

　　 Felix returned to the small stage, ready to end today's speech.

　　 "As I said, time keeps moving forward, and changes follow. This is the general trend. Just like the waves are coming, the best response is to move forward with the waves."

　　 A young wizard raised his hand, as if in a classroom, "But, Mr. Haipu, what should we do?"

There was a strong emotion welling up in Felix's heart. He wanted to vomit quickly, talk a lot, and even pour his own thoughts directly into their minds, but he did nothing, just said calmly: "This may be a problem that needs our generation to explore together."

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