A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After that is a long list of ‘like’.

Felix estimates that as long as he is a normal person, he will definitely be moved by the one or two things mentioned above, provided that it can be achieved.

Below the flyer is a crude map.

Felix's curiosity became heavier. The person who handed him the flyer was obviously an ordinary person, but was it accidental or coincidence that he went straight to him? He felt that it was more likely to be secretive under the guise of magic. As for what it was, he decided to check it out.

Felix walked through the secluded streets according to the instructions on the flyer. This hand-drawn map is very ‘characteristic’, and hidden marks are drawn on the corners of each street, which requires some thought.

Felix stood in front of a wall, stared at the graffiti on it, looked at it for a while with the help of the dim street lamp, and then turned to the left following the guidance of the big mouse holding the vertical sign on the graffiti.

There are no lights here. The shops on both sides of the street are tattered, and there are a lot of waste garbage on the corners. The only light that is on keeps flashing. With the sobbing cold wind, it feels like a horror movie shooting scene. .

But if Felix wanted to, he could construct the most real horror, and vice versa.

‘Along the way, there are three people looking at me in the dark. There are no traces of magic, and the feeling of evil in the emotions is not too strong... Just looking for money? Felix walked slowly, since it had nothing to do with magic, nor was it a dark wizard fishing, his interest in the end of the road also quickly decreased, and he stopped to admire the graffiti on the walls along the way from time to time.

If you have to describe it, this is a necrotic organization in the city of London. It was forgotten by the city hall. It was ignored in several plans. In the end, it became a paradise for wild cats and dogs, and it was also the most rebellious youth. Favorite place.

After a few minutes.

Felix pushed open a dilapidated door and wandered in. The crude map on the flyer had long lost its function. The reason for finding this place was because of the movement of people here and the painting on the door which looked exquisite. Magic circle.

Look at the shop windows and mottled signs at the door. This place should have been a clothing store before. However, the sign says "Magic House" in graffiti style fonts.

Felix had a bad premonition that no wizard group would do this kind of thing. This place is more like something that some occult enthusiasts tinkered and imagined on the street.

I will not be deceived...

At this moment, two burly men approached him, and they saw that they were better at communicating with their fists. Felix sighed, and the silver light flashed in his eyes, "Bang! Bang!" Two times, they said. He fell to the ground without a word.

A few minutes later, the few people who rushed to help did not run away.

Felix searched the abandoned hut, and the thick layer of dust accumulated in the house indicated that the original owner had been away for a long time. His expression was quite disappointed.

"A robbery gang...maybe kidnapping and extortion should be added?"

This is the information Felix got from these people's minds, which disappointed him, especially when he knew that these flyers came from a nearby trash can, it was a double blow.

The truth of the matter is outrageous

It used to be a secret base for a society of occult enthusiasts. It may have been disbanded because of the advent of winter or other reasons. Those leaflets were thrown into a nearby trash can, and they happened to be used as waste by these passing robbery groups: they were propagating. Familiar words were found on the list (faint, fluttering, I don’t know where I was when I woke up...). They agreed that this description fits the effect of taking certain'analgesics', so they put this sentence Highlight it as a secret signal on the street, attracting people in need to take the bait.

Including Felix got this hint when he was talking to the addict. It's a pity that Felix didn't notice it at all. Instead, he was attracted by the word'magic' on the flyer, so this group was unlucky.

"Fortunately, I got excited when I saw the two occult symbols at the door." Felix said dissatisfied, feeling that he was wasting time. He should be in the warm office at Hogwarts now.

"What is the emergency call...999?"

Felix suddenly heard footsteps coming from a distance and stopped outside the door.

"Anyone?" a young voice asked.

Felix blinked, opened the door to a narrow gap, lowered his head, and met a pair of gray eyes. The owner of the eyes held the flyer in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, looking at him wincely.

Simply judging by his clothes, Felix estimated that this person was not in the same group as the gangsters before, and he looked even more terrifying from the other side's eyes, as can be seen from the trembling hand.

"What's the matter?" Felix murmured from his throat.

He wants to get rid of the person in front of him as soon as possible, and then make an anonymous alarm call... Well, maybe it can be delayed until tomorrow morning. I heard that sleeping on the floor is good for the waist.

"Hello, is this the house of magic?" the visitor asked cautiously. The trembling hand raised the leaflet in his hand. When Felix shifted his gaze from the flyer to the stick, The hand holding the stick immediately disappeared in front of him, and unless Felix poked his head out, he would definitely not be able to see it through the wall.

The visitor smiled awkwardly.

"What's the matter with you?" Felix asked again with a black face, raising his voice.

"I, uh...I saw the leaflet, which says that a wish of the participants can be fulfilled..."

Felix was stunned. He looked back at the ruins in the house and the fugitive who slept like a dead pig on the ground. He turned around and said sincerely, "You are so lucky."

"So, is it true?" said the cheerful voice.

Felix saw a pair of hopeful eyes, he smacked his lips, his attitude was a little more serious: "So what? I suggest you finish talking at once..."

A trembling hand was passed to his eyes. "I...I am practicing piano. I injured my hand because of an accident. I hope I can play the piano again."

Felix looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. He was sentenced to death by science, so he turned to occultism for help or hope?

To be honest, he didn't think this was a smart approach. Most wizards consciously abide by the secrecy laws and rarely deal with ordinary people. Among the few unscrupulous exceptions, the dark wizards again accounted for the bulk.

However, the sudden appearance of the visitor made things interesting and might become a day worth remembering. Felix thought.

So he said: "Your idea is not impossible... but you should be able to guess the magic thing, it's expensive..." He deliberately said in a very obvious marketing tone.

"I brought money," the man said hastily, and added cautiously in order to avoid making himself look like a fool, "I only brought a third, if you can really fulfill my... wish, I will pay you the rest."

"Money is useless to me. For wizards, many things are more important than money. You have," Felix said in a low voice.

"You want my eyes!?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I hate this kind of horror stories, full of unreasonable conjectures... I have one, and one more than you." He grinned suddenly, and turned to his forehead. Pointing, a blue ray bloomed from the middle of his forehead, and one eye slowly opened amidst the layers of blue halo.

"what!"

To Felix’s surprise, after the scream, the uninvited guest’s eyes widened. He didn't mean to run away at all, but he kept asking excitedly: "What price do I have to pay, soul? Health? Appearance? Longevity. ?"

"I'm not familiar with the devil," Felix murmured. He hesitated and said, "Come in."

He turned around, and a layer of faint silver light quietly covered the whole room. The ruins in the room and the piles of fugitives disappeared before his eyes. The dusty floor turned into a red carpet. Crushed stones and glass fragments flew to the ceiling and turned into small orange lights. The fugitives Turned into green potted plants, piled in the corner.

The tattered chair seemed to be repainted, and the back of the chair was continuously stretched and raised. Two pieces of clothing were quickly wrapped around the chair and turned into two armrests. Several clothing supports held up a semi-circular depth. Color arch bridge...

When strange visitors came in, they saw a small concert hall with a piano standing in the center. Opposite the piano is the one-seat auditorium, occupying the best position.

"This is, uh, do wizards like to listen to music too?"

"Ha!" Felix laughed. Sitting on that chair, he suddenly had a black cloak on him. The room was brightly lit but he couldn't see his face. Two silver rays of light appeared from the hood. Felix said in a low, hoarse voice: "Are you ready to make a deal with the wizard?"

"What do you need, Mr. Wizard?"

"A memory, your best memory."

The man was stunned, and said hesitantly: "I don't even know what the best memory is, there is only pain left in the past six months..."

"It doesn't matter, your heart will tell me the answer. So... the deal is done?" Felix said in his heart that he should prepare a pair of bat wings and arrow-shaped tails in advance.

But thinking of wings...

Felix suddenly wandered away from the sky, he thought of a good idea, maybe he could create a brand new flying magical creature, a set of flying wings. He always felt that the posture of sitting on the broom was a bit stupid, well, don't worry, go back and think about it before telling Remus.

"...Mr. Wizard? Do I need to sign something?"

"What did you say?"

"It's a contract or something, the devil... I mean, the kind that a wizard signs with ordinary people."

"No need, am I afraid that you will go wrong?" Felix leaned back in his chair and said casually.

...

There was a crisp piano sound, and the first few notes were still a bit jerky. This was the effect of the injured hand, but soon, the tune became coherent and melodious. Felix half-squinted his eyes and tapped lightly. Beat. It didn't take long for him to frown, and the tunes in front of him were completely unrecognizable. This feeling was like a cold and sad moonlight suddenly turned into a high-pitched and aggressive battle tune. Just after hearing a few words, it changed again in the next second. It became a gurgling stream, a low and solemn forest horn...

This is no longer music, but noise.

But this "contractor" is very happy, especially after realizing what is the happiest memory, he has put all his mind into the music, because after tonight, he will lose this happiness forever... …

Felix felt the pure luminous happiness. The ability derived from the dementor allowed him to easily detect and distinguish these emotions. As if a golden whirlpool had formed in the yard, it continued to expand outward, Felix pulled out The wand, spinning gently, collected some spilled emotions.

When the magic and this precious emotion mix, a drop of golden liquid is formed.

His fingertips beating to the beat of the piano keys, until the moon was covered by clouds and the sound of the sobbing wind interrupted the piano.

"Have a cup of tea, your hands are starting to shake when you get cold." Felix said, a cup swayed in front of the piano, and the liquid in the cup jumped with golden ripples.

"It's not frozen, it's like this...what kind of tea is this, it tastes strange?"

Felix stood up, straightened his waist, "Your music is unforgettable, I hope I can see your official performance. Then... The House of Magic will say goodbye to you, and I wish you a happy day. "He waved his hand, and the person on the opposite side flew out of the house lightly as if he was weightless.

With a "bang", the door closed.

"Oh, Mr. Wizard, you know it's impossible... Mr. Wizard? You haven't got paid yet, where can I find you... Oh my God, why the house is gone! Did you do it, Mr. Wizard..."

Early the next morning.

The cabin that was full of miracles at night was surrounded by water. Two policemen brought out a bunch of fugitives from it. They lay all night on the cold ground with sickly faces.

In the crowd, a head kept jumping and looking in.

"What's wrong? Have you been arrested, sorcerer first? Who are they!"

Someone who came early said: "It is said to be a very cunning group of fugitives~www.readwn.com~ who had been wandering around in Surrey before committing crimes. I heard that they were discovered by a young man who came to graffiti early in the morning and reported to the police secretly."

"That's it..." The man was silent for a while, suddenly raised his hand and kept showing it, "Uncle, look at my hand, is it still shaking?"

"Are you making me happy?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm just so happy!"

...

Hogwarts, in the office of the ancient magic text, Felix and Lupin are talking through the voice mirror.

"On these two things, one is flying wings and flying wings. You can name them whatever you want. I will make a sample in the near future. You can see how to improve and simplify it;"

"The second thing is to study the secularization of potions. It's not anxious. Just put together a list of available ones for the time being."

"Secularization?"

"It's a potion that can be used on ordinary people."