A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day, Felix appeared at the Ministry of Magic on time, and the elevator disguised as a red telephone box stopped on the dark floor of the Ministry of Magic lobby. "The Ministry hopes you have a good day today." The voice of the indifferent woman in the elevator said.

Then the door of the phone booth opened sharply, probably because of the Easter holiday. The magnificent hall was empty and very quiet. Felix saw the man who was waiting not far away-Tonks.

She wore violet hair and her nose was much softer than before. Disguise Magnus... it was amazing, Felix thought, it would be better if I could study it.

But he would not say this sentence.

"Mr. Haipu, I took this job from Kingsley." Tonks said cheerfully, walking towards him and looking at him up and down. "That's how you came here?"

"Otherwise?" Felix asked.

"I thought you would bring some teaching aids. Remus mentioned to me that you always have a lot of interesting inventions and fantastic ideas."

"I did bring it, and I will take it out when appropriate." Felix smiled slightly and walked towards the elevator with her. "You still keep in touch with Remus?"

"Oh, yes," Tonks said, "I like to go to the Sword Fort when I am fine, on the days when it is open. Remus gave me a lot of advice, and he has always been upset about stunning me. Huh, but he didn't mean it, did he...we are going to the second floor, Scrimgeour is waiting."

"Sword Fort?"

"It is the headquarters of the'Future World' company. It looks like a long sword inserted in Diagon Alley. We call it that way," Tonks said, fiddle with the elevator buttons, and the elevator shook suddenly. ,start operation.

Felix suddenly discovered that he always learned the unknown information of his company from others. He felt that this feeling was not bad. It gave him a kind of association of the company's rapid development and ever-increasing influence. Tonks on the side put the topic back on track, "I recently saved money for the Emerald Crown, but I have always been lavish..."

"It's really popular with girls." Felix said understandingly.

"Oh, uh," Tonks looked flustered, she quickly explained: "I don't want to wear one or two princess dresses, I mean, although it is really beautiful... it has six styles, and it accepts Customization, don't you think it matches my abilities?" She pointed to her face, and the soft nose quickly became angular, making her face look more refined and sharp.

"Ding!" The second floor arrived.

Felix pretended to be persuaded, and they came to the Auror's office, which was an open space divided into several compartments, each of which belonged to an Auror. Although it was during the holidays, most of the seats inside were still filled.

The Aurors were talking in twos and threes, and when Tonks led Felix in, they all cast their eyes together. Felix smelled different emotions, curious, admired, suspicious, scrutinizing, and one or two malicious.

"That's my seat." Tonks said, pointing to a small compartment. There were stickers on the wooden boards of the compartment. Several documents to be processed and a water glass were scattered on the table. The water glass was pressed underneath. A discount coupon for the "Future World" company.

"Thanks for your hard work, Tonks," Kingsley interrupted aloud, "leave it to me next."

Felix felt like a piece of cargo, briefly transited in Tonks' hands, and was taken over by a more professional person. Kingsley took him to the inside of the open space, where there was a heavy oak wood. The door, on which was hung a gilded wooden plaque with Scrimgeour's name and job title.

"Hello, Mr. Haipu." Scrimgeour stood up and said in the office. He did not use the crutches hanging on the shelf, but came out from behind the solid wood desk limpingly. He looked a lot more enthusiastic than last time. The hair like a lion's mane on his head was shaking hands with Felix. Shi kept swaying, "The ministry has been discussing you recently, and Guselda is very optimistic about you."

Felix thought he was talking about re-planning the ancient magic text course, "I hope everything goes well."

"Indeed," Scrimgeour said, "you are very likely to be selected. She chose the timing very cleverly, and it must be admitted that Gesrda has a very wide network of contacts and is a veteran of Wisengamao, and she recommends it very well. Weight."

Felix was a little strange, what they said didn't seem to be the same thing. Before he could ask, Scrimgeour had walked out of the office and shouted at the Aurors. They all stood up and walked to the door.

"Let's go to the training room." Scrimgeour said to him.

"Training room?" Felix was taken aback, and then quickly realized that the Aurors could not have their own training ground.

"The Magic Law Enforcement Department is the largest department in the ministry." Scrimgeour laughed. "This sentence is reflected in many aspects, the number of people, the venue, and of course the cost." They walked out the door and went to the opposite of the elevator. Going forward, after passing some aisles, the Muggle Prohibition Department in front of him turned a corner and turned into a dim, dilapidated corridor.

The corridor seemed to be deliberately placed this way, Felix smelled traces of magic. After walking for a few minutes, they finally reached the end of the corridor—it seemed like a dead end. Felix saw a huge wall. On the wall was a waiting portrait. In the frame was sitting a brown-haired wizard with a scholarly temperament. He was holding a thick book in his hand and read with gusto.

"Justus Pilivik, who was once the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, built this training room during his tenure." Scrimgeour said.

Felix glanced at the portrait, "I saw him, on the chocolate frog card." The wizard in the portrait stared at him, took off his hat and leaned slightly, and asked: "Do you think the law is enacted and the law is enforced? , Which is more important?"

"The latter," Felix said, "The original intention of the law is always good, but no matter how perfect the law is, it needs people to implement and interpret it."

"Interpreting the law is an art." The wizard in the portrait agreed, and he turned aside, revealing a large black hole.

After walking a dozen steps in the entrance of the cave, the front suddenly opened up and the lights were bright. Felix squinted his eyes and glanced across this underground space, which was larger than the Hogwarts Auditorium. There were nearly a hundred people, far more people than he saw in the Auror office. Felix estimated these Many people should be hitters.

"There are only 37 people in the profile." He said softly.

"That's right, you only need to think about those people," Scrimgeour said. "Other people are watching the excitement. They may stay for an hour or two before leaving. They have their own tasks."

He introduced Felix to everyone in the training room, and after arranging Kingsley to be his assistant, he hurriedly left.

...

Felix stood there quietly, his eyes gliding over everyone. He saw many familiar faces, but more of them were strangers.

At this time, Kingsley came from the corner of the field, followed by a few human-shaped targets and cushions, all of which were found from a row of wooden boxes in the corner.

"Thank you, Shacklebolt." Felix said. He turned his wrist, and the jade-like wand suddenly appeared in his hand. This hand attracted some eyes, and he spoke calmly.

"If nothing happens, I will spend it with you in less than two weeks."

"I will show you some of the mysteries of the ancient magic texts. Time is limited. I can only choose the most attractive parts for you. I think you should have read the relevant introduction in the newspaper recently. Yes, it is the ancient magic. The part where text and modern magic are combined."

"Before the official start-before I ask you, I hope you see what the skills you will master, I think this will help us get along in the future, and will not cause some unpleasantness..."

He shook his wand quickly, and a flash of fire flashed.

"boom!"

A ball of golden fire exploded on the human-shaped target, and the sticky flame attached to the mutilated limbs, continuously making "cracking" explosions. Tonks standing in the front row felt the shock wave of the spell passing over her head, and a wave of heat scorched her hair, and she couldn't help but slap her tongue.

"The'flame' magic text works with the fire curse," Felix explained, "this kind of power can almost break a normal iron armor curse."

There was a lot of discussion among the people present.

"Besides, the'flowing' magic text is matched with the iron armor curse," Felix waved his wand again, and a magic barrier appeared in front of him. It was a new type of iron armor curse, which was no longer colorless and transparent. Instead, the surface is rippling with blue light, like a flowing blue wave or a bound wind.

"... It lasts longer than normal spells, and the effect is better." Felix said, "Do you want to try it?"

"Do you want to try?" When he asked the second time, Kingsley stood up, and it was this time that came in handy as an assistant. "We imitate the state of the battlefield and complete a round of offense and defense. You need to destroy my defense as much as possible."

Kingsley nodded silently, and the crowd spread out, leaving enough space for the two of them.

At this moment, Kingsley suddenly leaned over, drew out his wand, and chanted the spell. The whole process was done in one go. Felix moved a step aside and hid behind the cyan magic barrier. He whispered softly, and the curse was deflected while rubbing the iron armor curse. And pass.

Kingsley strode forward, and a series of spells flew out quickly. Felix slightly adjusted the direction of the iron armor spell to prevent the spells from falling on the same position. Under everyone’s gaze, the cyan light of the magic barrier jumped violently. Layers of ripples rippled on the surface, and the original broken and cracked spell was smoothed by the invisible hand.

The bystanders counted silently, until the fifth spell hit the iron armor curse head-on, and it flickered and disappeared.

Quite a few people—especially the main blowers, stared at the two of them, and quite a few of them even used a complete iron armor curse. It's not that it can't be used, but it's difficult to apply it to actual combat. This is related to the law enforcement scene they face.

The striker is like a secular policeman, not a special policeman, who is faced with regular law enforcement tasks. In other words, they are not facing terrorists, but wizards who have broken the law, and these people are actually very difficult to muster the courage to fight the Ministry of Magic.

The number of true black wizards is rare, and they are generally handed over to the Auror with higher comprehensive qualities. After all, the magical world is based on peace and order, rather than chaos and disorder. The strikers have been here for years, but recently, for unknown reasons, Scrimgeour persuaded the same as the Magic Law Enforcement Department. The high-ranking officials Amelia Burns and Pierce Synknis put forward higher demands on the hitters and the Aurors. One of them was to let go of the way for the hitters to be promoted to the Auror.

The Auror's treatment goes far beyond the hitters, this is a recognized fact. Many people want to work hard in this area.

"Teacher, professor...?" A young voice broke the silence.

Felix looked at the young man and smiled: "Albert Barker?" His eyes fell on a bearded wizard. If he remembers correctly, Barker mentioned that he has an Auror uncle. And he happened to see an Auror named "David Barker" in the information.

"It's me," the young Bark said, and the pimples on his face when he was in school finally disappeared, which made him look calmer. But when he spoke, his immature side was exposed: "I heard that there are many spells that are more advanced than the iron armor curse. Why don't we learn those magics?"

His uncle stared at him, rubbing his thick fingers repeatedly, as if he wanted to teach his nephew a lesson.

Abbott Barker couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Oh, Bark," Felix said gently: "There are indeed many advanced spells, but advanced means complexity, and complexity means precision and high probability of error... The most intolerable thing on the battlefield is unnecessary error. . You will find that avoiding the use of unskilled spells is a consensus, and you will pay the price if you violate it."

Abbott Balk retreated to the crowd in disbelief~www.readwn.com~ Felix continued: "Everyone, next I will focus on the most valuable spells, the magical fire curse and the magical iron armor curse. I chose them carefully, and these two spells will be your first choice. Besides, if some of you learn fast enough, I don’t mind giving additional advice."

"Okay, let’s get back to the topic. I had someone handed over a piece of information about half a month ago. If you have practiced with the magic text card in your spare time, I would be very grateful. Now please have mastered the flame magic Wen and the people of the mobile magic text come forward..."

Tonks happily took a step forward, looking around excitedly. Felix also watched silently. It is difficult for him to test the combat effectiveness of these Aurors one by one, but many things will be reflected in the details, such as the degree of self-discipline, such as execution ability, just like now, among the more than 20 people who stand up , Most of them are familiar faces he has seen in the materials.

There may be discrepancies in numbers, but the elite combat power that the Ministry of Magic can deploy is almost that.

No wonder Scrimgeour was so anxious, Felix thought calmly. Although the exact number is not known, there were almost one or two hundred Death Eaters during the last Wizarding War, and each one was carefully selected by Voldemort, plus followers who had not been marked by Death Eaters, and The dark creatures that Voldemort wooed had surpassed the Ministry of Magic, which had been peaceful for more than ten years at this moment.

"The Ministry is still unreliable." Felix flashed this thought in his mind.

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