A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix came out of the potions office with satisfaction and looked into the distance through the window. It is late March, and the weather has become a lot warmer. Looking far from the forbidden forest and mountains, it is finally no longer a bare brown block.

"It's a pity not to go to the Forbidden Forest in such a good weather." Felix said to himself, he cast a phantom spell on himself, shook his body, put on a silver cloak and rose into the sky.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Felix fell, and the silver cloak behind him disappeared into a light spot. He couldn't help but think: "Maybe in the future introduction about me, there will be an article that will be a cooperation research with Dumbledore. Twelve uses of God's spells?"

He was amused by the idea and wandered in the forbidden forest. When you get close, you will find that although the weather is still cold, many plants have drilled out of the icy soil, revealing buds.

He also saw a cluster of musk orchid.

Felix strolled around in several locations in the Forbidden Forest, including the unicorn herd, the eagle-headed horse-winged beasts, the night sky, and of course the eight-eyed giant spider's lair. Gok's rule is fairly stable, especially with the presence of Felix, an "accomplice". Any eight-eyed giant spider that exhibits a brutal nature will not end up beautifully.

In the evening, Felix cast a spell on the stake he picked up and turned it into a dog toy, which he gave to Hagrid's Hound Fang.

Back in the castle, he ran into Professor Flitwick head-on in the foyer, "Oh, Felix? Minerva was looking for you just now!" He shrieked.

"Is there a problem?"

"I don't know... But she asked me to tell you. First go to Dumbledore's office. The password is: honey scum." Flitwick told the information he knew. "It was almost an hour ago. NS."

"Okay." Felix shrugged and went to the small separate tower where the principal's office was tucked away. After reading the order, the giant stone beast opened, revealing the automatic spiral staircase behind him.

Felix knocked on the door, and the shiny oak door opened automatically. He walked into the office. There were two people in the round room. Dumbledore was sitting behind the desk and there was another...

Felix squinted his eyes. He seemed to see an old lion striding towards him, with dark brown mane and thick eyebrows flying freely. His yellow eyes were sharp and compelling, even the strands of gray hair in the hair. The inflexible legs did not reduce this power.

The name Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, and the right-hand man of the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, emerged in his mind. But at least on the surface, he hadn't met Scrimgeour yet.

So he turned around and looked at Dumbledore on the side, "Principal Dumbledore? Are you looking for me?"

"Oh," Dumbledore recovered from watching the excitement, crossed his slender fingers in front of him, and said with a smile: "According to the appointment of the Ministry of Magic, Felix, you will have three visits today..." He glanced at the memo on the table, swiping his nails on it, and at the same time stretched his index finger to flick a piece of colored candy paper.

"The first one is Professor Macchiban from the Wizarding Examination Bureau. She arrived an hour and a half ago, accompanied by Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Magic Association. They are currently walking in the school accompanied by Minerva. "

"It's a pity that you didn't meet each other." He smiled and said, "But don't worry, Macchiban told me that she plans to live in Hogwarts for a while, and I agree."

Felix and Scrimgeour stared at him at the same time, and Scrimgeour said impatiently: "Dumbledore! You know I am busy at work, I just need an answer... Maybe I should send an assistant over, but this one It’s a big deal and I have to confirm it myself."

"Well," Dumbledore said with a slight regret. "The second one is Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour in front of you. You should have heard his name. He read about Mr. Diggory in the newspaper. People’s thesis was shocked by the phenomenon that ancient magic texts could augment spells, and it happened that he had a reserve Auror..."

He looked at Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour was silent for two seconds and said in a low voice, "Abbott Balk."

Felix thought for a while, "I seem to be a little impressed by this name. Barker used to be an assistant to the duel club, but as far as I know, his ancient magic text is not very good."

"He just verified the authenticity of some of the information," Scrimgeour said, without a smile on his face. After dealing with the dark wizard for many years, he seemed to have lost the ability to laugh. "I saw it from another young man later. The specific effect was that it only took him less than half an hour to restore the viewpoints mentioned in the papers in the newspaper. It was amazing..."

"Which one?" Felix interrupted him.

"Fire magic text and blazing fire curse," Scrimgeour said bluntly, "there are also two water currents and water creation curses."

Felix smiled, "I guess the young man's name is Weasley."

"Percy Weasley, he is currently a senior assistant in the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation, responsible to Ludo Bagman and the Minister." Scrimgeour revealed a piece of information he didn't know:

Batty Crouch's position has not yet been taken over, and can only be handed over to Fudge for the time being, and Bagman will also help.

Percy Weasley must like this arrangement. Felix thought.

"Let's open the skylight, Mr. Haipu." Scrimgeour said: "I personally appreciate your magical accomplishments, and I also thank you for calming down the turmoil in the Quidditch World Cup... Given the current situation, we You must plan early...I want to invite you to join the Ministry of Magic."

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly?"

Felix was really surprised. At best, he thought that the Auror leader wanted him to help train a group of Aurors or hitters, but he didn't expect that even him would be packed and poached.

"The situation is not optimistic, but the affairs of Batty made the ministry." Scrimgeour stopped talking suddenly, turned to look at Dumbledore, and exchanged glances with Dumbledore, "Okay." He muttered, "Since you are I know a lot, I might as well say a few more words, but these are all confidential information..."

He limply walked to the window and looked at the black lake in the distance, but Felix felt that he was observing himself from the outside, and he turned his body slightly, making an expression of listening.

"There was a lot of rumors in the ministry," Scrimgeour said. "I mean those who are smart, or who are good at observing words and inquiring about the news... They were frightened by Batty Crouch's performance that morning, when it was at work. Time... people come and go..."

Felix imagined in his mind that the high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic who was meticulously dressed in his usual clothes was suddenly dressed in tatters, and his hair ran to the Ministry of Magic to surrender. Anyone who saw it would be shocked.

"...He seems to have been horribly tortured, Fudge panicked, and the unexpected situation is as disappointing as always, or Ms. Bones stabilized the crowd and brought Batty Crouch to the small conference room... …A few of us, me, Fudge, Ms. Bones, Sinknes, and a few others...hearing the testimony of Batty Crouch...you can imagine how shocked we were!"

Felix didn't answer, he almost knew all of this, and even knew that there was still a person in the office, Lucius Malfoy. Yes, Lucius himself also has a position in the Ministry of Magic. Although it is only a nominal consultant and does not undertake any specific tasks, he can intervene in many things with this name, especially since Fudge came to power. Hugh even donated a large sum of money, which made him easily a guest of the Minister of Magic.

"Fortunately, the news has been blocked, in order to avoid causing public panic..." Scrimgeour explained to himself, and continued: "But Fudge is still pretending that Crouch has not escaped the influence of the spell, accusing him of nonsense. Garbage, Bones, Sinkenis and I are all aware of the seriousness of the problem..."

"Mr. Scrimgeour, your topic is getting farther and farther." Felix reminded him kindly.

Scrimgeour glared at him, seeming to blame him for interrupting his thoughts of speech. He tossed his hair that was fluffy like a mane. "It's about to come... No one is stupid enough to ignore the testimony of a high-ranking official, especially We checked his wife’s grave after the incident. It was horrified. It was empty..."

"Empty?" Felix asked hurriedly.

"According to Batty, his wife begged him to exchange her son back with her before he died... One life for one life, using a compound decoction, a very clever way! A normal person and a dying person walked into Aziz. Caban, then came out again, no one knows how people were dropped." Scrimgeour's face showed a complicated expression for the first time. More than ten years ago, he was also a supporter of Batty Crouch. .

Felix felt as if he almost understood how little Crouch disappeared from public view and was confirmed to be "dead".

"If this is true, why don't we have any reason for not believing in other things? Even though Fudge still rejects that possibility, whether it's Sinkenis or Ms. Bones, they almost believe it..." He looked towards In the deep blue sky, bushy eyebrows furrowed deeply: "A Death Eater and his master have joined together, and they are planning to restore strength in secret, but since he has sent the only Trusted Death Eater to Hogwar Ci, then it means that there is something he needs urgently..."

"Dumbledore, was the Philosopher's Stone really destroyed?" Scrimgeour asked suddenly.

So Felix judged from this sentence that Scrimgeour was not from Dumbledore. Dumbledore said softly, "Of course, this is the result of a joint discussion with Nick Lemay and his wife."

Felix also knew about this, and didn't express much surprise, but when Scrimgeour looked at him next, it made him unable to understand, "So, you don't have any?"

Nothing? Felix blinked and suddenly realized that this was Scrimgeour’s purpose. Someone in Nicklemay’s Ministry of Magic might think that the most likely reason why Hogwarts has attracted Voldemort’s attention twice is the most likely reason. There is something here that can restore his strength.

For example, a magic stone that has not been destroyed as promised, or a magic stone that has been inherited by others.

The former is related to Dumbledore, and the latter naturally involves Felix.

"I didn't inherit the Philosopher's Stone from Nick Lemay." Felix leaned slightly, his attitude cold.

But Scrimgeour's biggest goal of this trip was achieved, or rather, he thought it was achieved. He continued along the predetermined plan and said: "To sum up, we realize that we must increase the power of the Ministry of Magic. The Magic Law Enforcement Department has decided to expand the number of recruits, especially the Auror Office. We urgently need more talents. ."

Felix declined Scrimgeour's recruitment. Although he hinted that Felix would take his place in a few years.

However, he did not refuse the invitation to train the Auror and the hitter, which was also the result he wanted. "Just arrange it during the Easter holiday, how about it?" Scrimgeour asked.

"No problem," Felix said, "I need to do some preparation, including the identities of the people I train, their school grades, and the magic that they are good at."

"You should know that these are all secrets?" Scrimgeour said harshly at once.

"I know, but I will know sooner or later..." Felix said happily: "I just try to avoid wasting time on both sides."

Scrimgeour stared at him with his scary yellow eyes for a while. Just when Felix thought he was about to fall asleep, he said in a deep voice, "I will send someone who I trust to send a copy of the information. , You read it on the spot and destroy it on the spot excluding confidential files!"

"Then it's settled." Felix stretched out his hand, and Scrimgeour came limply, clasping his big rough hand heavily.

When the tough Auror head left the office ~www.readwn.com~ Felix sat on the sofa unceremoniously, "He looks ambitious."

"Well," Dumbledore said slowly, flicking the silverware on the table with his slender fingers, "This is obvious, and it's not a bad thing to some extent. He had a foreboding that the war was coming, and thought it was. A chance... but there are actually a lot of people who stopped in front of him, Amelia Bones, Pierce Sinknes... If Batty hadn’t been imprisoned in Azkaban, he would count as one, and the war would Make people miss the iron-blooded director."

"You mean he is very talented and talented?" Felix asked sharply. Scrimgeour did not seem to be weak, he was a practical man.

"I'm afraid he underestimated the horror of the war," Dumbledore murmured: "Yes, he experienced the war ten years ago, personally fighting the Death Eaters desperately, but he doesn't know if it is fortunate or unfortunate. They have never met Voldemort head-on... They have not realized the key to the problem: Voldemort first, then there will be Death Eaters. Once Voldemort disappears, the Death Eaters are nowhere to be seen as little beasts. Hide."

"Oh." Felix lowered his head and thought. After a while, he raised his head and asked a question that he had always wanted to ask: "Albus, have you really defeated Voldemort?"