A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix woke up from the bed early the next morning, looking bright, not a trace of fatigue. The side effects of the potion seemed to be neutralized by the abnormal changes in his body. He stared at the gray ceiling, and he heard the unconscious smacking sound of Warren lying on the cradle bed.

Felix grinned, got up from the bed and stretched.

"boom!"

The metal alarm clock on the cabinet exploded. Felix lowered his head to look at the broken parts, frowned, and waved his hand to restore the alarm.

"It will take a while to get used to it." He pondered, and said to the sleepy-eyed Valen: "It's okay, you can sleep a little longer." Then he walked out of the bedroom.

Warren waved to him sleepily, rolled over on the comfortable soft velvet, and continued to sleep in a pile. Last night, it was another day to stay up late to wait for the return of the Great Devil.

Outside the office window, you can see the lush forbidden forest and rolling mountains. The sky is clear and clear, like fainted blue ink, and the breeze is itchy on the face.

A tawny owl flew towards him with a newspaper in his mouth, folded its wings as it approached the window sill, and landed in front of him.

Felix opened the newspaper, Fudge's big face came into view for the first time, "It is indeed at the level of a journalism award." Felix mumbled, and then the owl called at him a few times, "Oh, oh." He Pass it five Nats.

The owl flapped its wings and flew away.

Throughout the day, he stayed in the office to exercise new strengths, and was surprised to find that his magic power had also increased a lot, and he estimated that this situation might continue for some time.

In the afternoon, he took the time to go to the school hospital. As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard Mr. Weasley's voice. He pushed in.

"...Fudge shut himself in the office and no one sees him," Mr. Weasley said. "I guess he seems to want to sit in the Minister of Magic's chair more at the last moment..." Maybe he realized that he was too mean. He shrugged and did not continue the subject. "Anyway, Fudge did a good job and appointed Ms. Bones to temporarily handle the affairs of the Ministry before the'leave'."

"Thank you, Arthur." Ms. Bones said tiredly.

There are many people in the house. In addition to Harry, Ron and Hermione lying in the hospital bed, Mr. Weasley who was talking, Sirius, Lupin, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, there is also a strange woman in the ward, Amelia ·Bones.

"Can I come in?" Felix asked.

"Of course, Mr. Haipu." The woman said, "There are many issues that can't get around you."

Felix glanced at her with interest, picked a chair by the wall and sat down.

Ms. Bones said solemnly: “There are no outsiders here, so I’m just being blunt. The ministry is now panicking, and the news brought back by the Aurors made everyone feel frustrated. As soon as the newspaper came out today, the panic spread to the whole. Wizards, we must stabilize the situation as soon as possible... Principal Dumbledore, I need your help."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "We can't mess around with ourselves before the darkness has fully appeared."

"That's it." Ms. Bones said in agreement. She took out a document, put on a single eye, and then looked down at the content on the document, "Then, first of all, I must first confirm whether the mysterious person has really come back." She raised two thick eyebrows, " It’s not that I don’t believe that I have listened to your statements. In that case, I can still think of using the Ring of Ouroboros to ask for help. It’s great...but I must be 100% sure to firmly implement the wartime policy."

"A very reasonable request." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Amelia, I think what you need most now is a decisive piece of evidence?"

Ms. Bones nodded solemnly.

Dumbledore looked at Felix.

"Okay, but let me know beforehand, you can't see the whole picture..." Felix said, snapping his fingers and calling out softly, "Dobby."

Dobby the house elf appeared in the house.

"Great Mr. Haipu, oh my God, what did Dobby see?" Dobby blinked and was frightened by a room of acquaintances. "Mr. Lupin, Mr. Harry Potter and his friends Wei Zai, Ge Ms. Ranger, Mr. Black, and Mr. Dumbledore!" He let out a scream.

"Hello, Dobby." Harry and Hermione greeted each other in a low voice.

"Dobby," Ron couldn't help saying, Dobby looked at him with shining eyes immediately, "Actually, the pronunciation of my name, uh, I'll talk to you later." He really didn't have the courage to talk to him in the public. Dobby discusses the difference between "Weasley" and "Wei Zai".

"Well, Dobby, I'll ask for their autographs for you later." Felix said, "Now help me get what you want to keep."

"Yes!" Dobby said excitedly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Ms. Bones turned her head to look at Mr. Weasley, "Should we guard against the little guy's magic? They are not restricted by anti-ghosting at all."

"Oh, Ms. Burns, I think" Hermione shrieked, holding the sheets nervously. "You shouldn't doubt Dobby or the elves in the kitchen. They have been working hard."

"Yeah, you're right," Ms. Burns said, looking down at Hermione for a while, "but we all know that the mysterious people have attracted a large number of pure-blood families, and they also don't lack the services of house elves."

Hermione stopped talking.

At this time, Felix pulled out a piece of parchment paper and a quill pen from the cabinet next to him, and wrote and painted on it, "Excuse me, can some of you help sign a name?" Dumbledore readily agreed and signed him. Looking at the length of the time, he should write his full name.

Several people signed their names one after another. When the parchment reached Harry, he stared at the writing on it: For the brave Dobby, he got the key evidence under Voldemort's eyelids. Below is a row of signatures.

Harry also signed his name.

After waiting for a few minutes, Dobby appeared again in the ward of the school hospital with a large pocket behind him.

"It's all here, Mr. Haipu."

Several people present curiously watched Felix pick and choose in the bag, took out a weird square object, and began to press the button on it. Felix fiddled with it for a while and handed it to Ms. Burns, " You can get to that shiny place, yes, that's right..."

In fact, he only did two things. One was to avoid the camera with Hermione using the time converter screen, and the other was to adjust the playback progress to after he appeared on the scene, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why he watched so long in advance... and also It is not easy to expose the existence of Lucius.

Ms. Bones did as he said. First, she frowned at the poor quality of the camera, and then opened her mouth wide. She watched quietly for a few minutes, and then put down the camera with a complicated expression.

"If I'm right, is this a Muggle item?" Ms. Bones asked in a low voice.

"Yes, you will find that there is no trace of magic on it, so that you can avoid the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters." Felix took the camera back. "You can find an expert in this area to find out, because of technical problems. , The picture captured by the camera cannot be modified, so it is very convincing."

"Then I can hold it," Ms. Bones asked tentatively.

"Oh, not for the time being." Felix refused without even thinking about it. "Because I trust you, I let you see a lot of content that shouldn't be disclosed. As someone else, I have to take precautions."

"But you said before that you can't modify it" Ms. Bones asked suspiciously.

"Madam, it really can't be modified, but it can be overwritten." Felix said emphatically, "For example, if I cast a permanent existence curse on the handwriting on the wall, you can no longer modify it, but it can be applied on the surface of the wall. Apply a new layer of paint to cover the writing..."

"I understand, I will arrange for someone to verify it." Ms. Bones said calmly without too much entanglement. In fact, she had already rolled up the stormy sea in her heart, and came back to life... She fully understood the reason why Felix did not want to disclose the complete video.

And this happened to be the illusion that Felix gave her to cover up another secret with one secret, let the time converter be sealed in history, after all, it has buried countless secrets.

"So uh" Ms. Bones tried to reorganize the language. "The second thing is that the news of the mysterious person's appearance is confirmed. I think it's better to postpone it for a few days."

"Why? What's the difference between you and Fudge?" Harry asked loudly.

"Very different. At least the ministry knows about this, and I will not deliberately prevent the spread of the news, but... formally admitting means that the war is coming. A few days later may be a fluke for the other party, which will win some for us. Time." Ms. Burns said calmly, "The Ministry is urgently publishing the survival manual in wartime. I also need time to convince those who have weight, as I said before, to reach a consensus... Besides," she hesitated. "I hope Connelly will stand up and announce this."

"That wasted?" Sirius said dissatisfiedly.

Ms. Bones gave him a stern look, "Pay attention to your words, Sirius, he is still the Minister of Magic."

"Okay, Prefect Amelia." Sirius said lazily.

Harry looked at his godfather in surprise, and he suddenly remembered how Sirius had personally admitted that he cried her when he was in school. Harry's eyes were strange at the moment.

Ms. Bones glared at him, but she explained calmly: "Connelly... Fudge may not stay in office anymore. I hope he will leave the last impression on the public to bravely stand up and announce the return of the mysterious man. Rather than stepping down before the war and disappearing since then."

"Are you still planning to keep him?" Sirius exclaimed, "Look at the **** he did!"

Ms. Bones didn't go to see him, and looked down at the documents.

"Aside from personality defects, Connelly is still very capable, and being a consultant is more than enough."

Sirius murmured dissatisfiedly, sounding a bit like "woman..."

Several ladies at the scene stared at him at the same time, and Sirius shrank his neck, "It's my fault, the blow is too big."

"Speaking of consultants," Ms. Burns flicked across the file. "There is another important thing, Dumbledore. You should restart the Order of the Phoenix?"

The atmosphere in the ward became weird, and everyone looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "You are right, Amelia." He explained patiently, "You should know that Voldemort will madly plant spies at the Ministry of Magic after the war begins. I must ensure that there is an independent team. Resistance outside the Ministry of Magic."

"I think," Ms. Bones pursed her lips, "we should cooperate."

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked at her curiously.

"The Ministry of Magic will not interfere in any actions of the Order of the Phoenix, but at least, we should exchange information, which is good for both sides." Ms. Bones seemed to type in advance and said fluently: "Moreover, the situation is stable in the short term. Before, someone had to be a correspondent and be stationed on the other side."

"You mean... a two-way garrison? Exchange personnel?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," said Ms. Burns, "I can't and won't order you, but in this critical period, being able to establish a relationship with the'greatest white wizard' is the best way to stabilize people's hearts."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione's eyes widened, and it was hard to imagine that this woman would put Dumbledore's reputation so openly.

"Before I came, I had already asked the Auror in the ministry, and the applicants were quite enthusiastic," Ms. Bons said with a helpless expression, "If you agree, I will provide a list for you to choose from."

"I have no opinion." Dumbledore agreed.

"The candidate on your side is" Ms. Bones asked with a long sigh of relief.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then looked up at someone.

Sirius was watching the play leisurely, and he raised his legs, planning how to spend the summer vacation, until Dumbledore looked up at him alertly.

"Principal Dumbledore, you don't want me to go to the Ministry of Magic!" He jumped up suddenly, "You promised me to be a professor of defense against the Dark Arts in the new school year! I have been preparing for such a long time in Ma Gua School fights wits with those mischievous students..." The more he talked, the more aggrieved.

"This is only temporary," a smile appeared from the corner of Dumbledore's eyes. "You only need to stay for a month or two, and it won't affect your work in the new school year."

"What about the others? Hagrid? Remus? And more?"

"They all have their own business." Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, the principal is right, you are the most free in this." Felix couldn't help making up his knife, and he felt a sense of joy inexplicably at the thought of the free and sloppy Sirius entering the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius glared at him viciously and looked around, and found that everyone was watching the show. Even his godson looked at him with expectant eyes, and Sirius was tickling his teeth with anger.

"Then hello, Amelia, I also want a consultant title. It can't be... um... can't be worse than Felix and Fudge!"

"...It's only temporary."

Ms. Bones agreed rather reluctantly.

Her opinion on Sirius is also very big, and this impression comes from an indelible memory when she went to school.

"One last thing," she said, taking a big bag from Mr. Weasley and placing it at Harry's feet. The bag rattled. She said in a nutshell: "The prize money for the competition should have been 1,000 gallons. I personally gave out 500 gallons as compensation."

"These are far from enough," Sirius couldn't help but stab. "They suffered so much and showed fearless courage. They escaped from Voldemort's hands. The Ministry of Magic should give them a medal."

Ms. Bones' chest began to rise and fall violently, and she said word by word: "I'm about to say it!"

She took a deep breath, regained her peace, and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "The ministry will discuss awarding you the Merlin Medal, the second-level, to recognize your fearlessness when facing mysterious people, and the spirit of fighting to the death. Mr. Haipu, we are considering granting you the first-level Merlin Medal."

Felix smiled and shook his head.

"You deserve it," Ms. Burns said immediately. "At the moment of the war, we need to set up a few examples. If I can live until the end of the war, I will definitely give out a lot of medals."

Harry was once again shocked by Ms. Bones's "candor" and "outspokenness", but he thought it was not bad.

"I'll leave first," said Ms. Burns. "Arthur, I will take you a few days off to accompany the children, but don't take too long, the department will be quite busy next..." She walked to the door of the ward , Stopped and snorted heavily from his nose.

Everyone looked at her puzzled.

"Sirius Black! Keep up!" she shouted angrily at Sirius who was sitting in a chair with a listless expression.

Sirius pointed to himself incredulously, "Now?" After getting the affirmative answer, he stood up dejectedly and muttered: "Well, prefect Amelia is so good, you can order people..." The murmur continued until the door of the ward closed behind him.

The people in the ward looked at each other.

"Is it really okay to let Sirius pass? I don't doubt his ability, but in character" Professor McGonagall asked with a serious expression, "I'm afraid he will mess things up."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Lu Ping smiled and said, "Sirius learned how to deal with this minister when she was in school. Maybe we have a chance to develop her into a member of the Order of the Phoenix..."

Professor McGonagall didn't seem to believe it.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley couldn't restrain the intense interest in his heart. He pointed to the camera held in Felix's hand and asked: "It can record images? Doesn't require any magic?" After receiving a positive answer, he admired his expression. Said: "It's incredible... it's amazing."

The more he watched, the more he liked it, and finally couldn't help but ask Felix: "Mr. Haipu, can I ask where you bought it? I also want to collect one."

Felix wrote him an address and reminded him: "It's best not to put this thing at home, it will be disturbed by magic, right, do you know Muggle addresses?"

"I can call a taxi, I know how to do it!" Mr. Weasley said happily, as if he had been expecting this for a long time, "I have a garage in my house, and there are many of my treasures... Have you heard of bolts? I have several..."

"Have I told you that my dad is crazy about Muggle stuff?" Ron said in a low voice, covering his face.

Harry and Hermione nodded slightly.

Harry reminded him: "Mr. Weasley also took me to visit his garage. Have you forgotten it? A few weeks before the start of second grade..." He couldn't help but watch. Xiang Duobi, because of Dobi's kindness to "dissuade" him, he was misunderstood by the Ministry of Magic to cast spells outside the school and gave a written warning.

To make matters worse, this letter was seen by Uncle Fernon.

After a year of schooling at Hogwarts, the Dursleys’ attitude towards Harry was cautious and indifferent. They were mainly worried about being turned into a pig’s tail, but the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic broke this falsehood. Balanced, Harry was locked into the bedroom, and even the windows were nailed with iron bars.

It was a nightmare at that time. He was worried that he would miss the school train and be expelled from school; he was worried that he would starve to death, or Hedwig would be starved to death. Therefore, every time he thinks about it, he is very grateful to the Ron and Weasley twins who came to rescue him.

But that was a long time ago. He is doing well now, "Dobby," he whispered.

The house elf raised his bat ears and looked at Harry in admiration.

"This is your signature. The professor asked for it for you."