A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day, Felix got up with a yawn.

He didn’t sleep well last night. He lay on the bed in the middle of the night and suddenly realized a problem: his stall was too big, and many responsibilities that did not belong to him seemed to have rushed to take the initiative, and he was still helpless about it. , Even not too resisting in my heart.

When did it start? Felix was still thinking about this while brushing his teeth in the mirror. Some people and some things flashed in his mind. In just over two years, he has experienced a lot.

Felix knew very well that Dumbledore had never rejected his puzzle-solving behavior, and even actively told him a lot of secret information. These things may have never been revealed to anyone before Dumbledore.

At least, Felix had tried it, and Severus didn't know the secret of the Horcrux at all. Those who knew Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius were all given the password, and even Remus didn't know the truth.

Why would a wise man who kept his secrets and experienced strong winds and waves easily tell him this? The possibility Felix could think of was that Dumbledore wanted to pull himself against Voldemort.

There is nothing wrong with this.

Felix didn't reject this. His thought before joining the post was that he was already strong enough, and only Dumbledore, the remnant spirit of Voldemort, who was the same wandering spirit, could really bring him pressure. Even if Voldemort is resurrected, Hogwarts is safe enough. After all, Dumbledore is there, and he doesn’t mind giving a hand while being sheltered. If he happens to discover Voldemort’s strength, that’s the case, he naturally doesn’t. Mind solving this trouble yourself.

But over the past two years, his strength and mentality have undergone tremendous changes. Before entering the post, he relied more on his talents and used his superb spell level to overwhelm others, but in essence, he was not much different from the strength of those elite Aurors. At most, there are a few more ancient magic and sixth-level spells than them, as well as some hole cards... But they also have decades of fighting experience than him. Felix thought to himself that he was dizzy as if he suffered a few coma spells. .

Felix estimated that he might be able to beat Moody's in his heyday one-on-one (learned during the treatment), but if Moody brought a well-trained Auror team, it would be hard to say of course. You can use immature thinking to speed up the use of instant kill tactics. He has succeeded on the American turf, but once his hole cards fail, the trouble will be big.

Now the situation is completely different. He has perfected his instant kill tactics, and he can move around freely; Mind House Magic is beginning to have combat effectiveness and is not afraid of group attacks; Memory Magic is at its peak, and he is about to be used by him... The flying cloak of the patron saint is effective. Not big, at most saving a flying broomstick; the humanoid iron armor curse is not afraid of flowing arrows, but can't resist powerful spells... In addition, it also hides bottomless magical attainments.

Frankly speaking, it is difficult for Felix to have any psychological pressure. Even when he knew that there was a new landscape above him, let it be counted as a "magic creature" or "legendary", he seemed very calm.

You can always run away. In the record of the last war, although rare, some people managed to escape from Voldemort's pursuit. Among them were the Longbottoms, and Felix was invited to visit Longbottom's home during the summer vacation of the third grade. He learned in detail about not only the memory, but also the analysis ideas of the two Aurors.

He came to the conclusion that he was much better at escape than the Longbottoms.

Considering the worst possible possibility, Dumbledore lost to Voldemort, who had returned from the resurrection.

Felix has the patience and confidence that he can go further than everyone on the road of magic, but he needs time.

He has been thinking very well, calmly, sensibly, and self-discipline...in line with his usual requirements for himself, but when Felix pinched time to stand on the podium of the ancient magic text classroom and saw familiar faces, He is not sure anymore.

‘If one day someone needs to take the burden of Dumbledore and face what he has faced, what should I do? Felix thought about this question, his gaze swept across the classroom, he paused for a while at the rearmost position, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked, and said:

"There are two more people in our class today, one is Professor Gusrda Macchiban from the Wizarding Examination Authority"

The little wizards slapped their hands enthusiastically, turning their heads to see the very small humpback witch in the last row. The witch with so many wrinkles on her face could make ants lose her way, waving her hand:

"We have a lot to talk about! But, I think it's important to go to class!" the little Maki class shouted angrily.

Ron clapped his hands and looked back. "She will be our chief examiner for next year, isn't she?"

Harry also stared at Professor Macchiban, but he also divided his eyes to the half-bald old man next to her. Although not so exaggerated, the old man's figure did look a little like Uncle Fernon. Especially when he was silent and staring with bull eyes, the two of them were exactly the same.

Harry was afraid that the man would suddenly jump up, his tongue curled up and muttering words that no one could hear, just like Uncle Fernon couldn't say a complete sentence when he was very angry.

Hermione seemed to want to make a good impression and sat properly, even though her eyes were about to fly into her eyebrows. Next to her, Neville was sitting blushing. He had not recovered from the blow before class. Professor Macchiban and Neville’s grandmother were friends, and naturally knew him. Before class she asked with a loud voice about Neville’s grandmother and According to his parents' recent situation, Maqiban kept making Neville "speak louder!" As a result, her voice became louder and louder, but Neville's voice became smaller and smaller.

"The other is Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Magic Association~www.readwn.com~ Felix and the applause died down, and he continued, the old man hummed from his nose, which was regarded as a greeting.

The applause was sparse this time, and the students exchanged suspicious glances with each other

"What is the Ancient Magic Association?"

"An organization?"

"Why never heard of it?"

"It may be a private club, formed by a group of ancient magic text lovers...similar to the Gobstone club in the school."

"There is this club in the school?"

"I can promise, absolutely!"

...

Felix took out the teaching materials without hesitation, and said happily: "Today we continue to study, this part of knowledge may appear in the O.W.Ls exam..."