A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At dusk, a tall figure appeared on the edge of the Muggle town. He turned into a fork and walked in the dim woods for ten minutes. There was no way in front of him, but he did not stop and went straight to a dilapidated one. In front of the old house.

"Knock!"

The knock on the door sounded rhythmically.

With a sour "squeaking" sound, the door was carefully opened from the inside.

"Who?"

Asked a dumb voice that seemed to be soaked in a jar and soaked in salt water for days and nights. Then, a magic wand was handed out tremblingly from the darkness.

"Red Scar Lydon Seymour?" the young voice asked.

The strange visitor turned a blind eye to the wand pointed at him, looked down at a list, made a "tsk" sound, and read the words on it with an interesting voice, "Lyden Seymour, born in the famous Te Moshi Witch Town, born in 1847, raised by an aunt, ah-although you are a male, this does not affect you inherit all kinds of strange black magic, smuggling and selling black magic items, and all income Invest in the research of dark magic. During the Wizarding War, you chose to provide assistance to Voldemort, and it is said that you have been praised by the top Death Eaters..."

"Is it you?"

The visitor raised his head to reveal a young face, his light blue eyes seemed to be shining, and from time to time an image of a magic text flashed through his pupils.

The wand fell to the ground all at once.

"You are, yes, yes-Felix Haip! You, you finally came here!" A dark wizard named Leiden Mosier stood beside the door frame, and the dim light outside hit him. , Showing a frightened face.

The person in front of him is dressed as a typical dark wizard. Wrapped in a black airtight robe, he is skinny, and the traces of various magic experiments can be faintly seen from the bare skin. His right index finger is covered with a layer of silver powder, but when you look carefully, you will find that it is Wrinkled skin, a piece of red tender flesh was exposed on his neck, twisting and climbing up half of his face all the time, it was all red, and it seemed to have just recovered, but the trace had been there for more than 20 years.

His nickname stems from this.

Felix flashed into the room, looked around, and walked cautiously on the floor. In addition to avoiding moldy and dusty debris, and not touching any traps in the room, he finally chose a fairly clean chair and sat down.

The owner of the house returned to calm, at least on the surface. Mosier grabbed his wand and stared deeply at Felix. As if to distinguish it from the cowardly appearance just now, he said in a low voice: "You shouldn't be here, Haipu, I am not the lone wizard who was driven away by you, I have friends, they—"

"Are you talking about Bonnard, Ainolin? Or Kendic?" Felix asked.

Mosier looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to them?" The wizard looked around now, as if looking for an escape route.

"Well, after my persuasion, they obviously realized how unwise it is to stay in the current situation, so they decided to go out for a while," Felix said lightly, "convincing them to spend some time Time, but fortunately the results were gratifying. I told them that they would be completely safe when the news of Voldemort's death spread."

"That's a wait," Mosier said with a mocking expression. "How long did the last war last? Ten years?"

"Can't blame me," Felix nodded in the direction of the document. "According to the rules."

Mosier's nose twitched abnormally, and the bright red color climbed up to half of his face along the scar. He snarled, "You are excluding dissidents! You didn't convict me more than ten years ago. Now it's because Somehow drove me out of Britain?"

"There is no evidence."

"what--"

"The reason why you didn't arrest you was because you did something very concealed, Mosir, the Ministry of Magic did not get any real evidence, but don't pretend that you are innocent because of this. You can't fool me, you can't fool a master of memory. That’s why this job fell into my hands."

Felix pointed to his eyes calmly. Several silver spots of light flickered around his pupils, like a ring around a blue planet. Mosier shrankly looked away. He had never seen such a terrible thing. Eye.

Felix raised the file in Yang's hand again.

"There are hundreds of examples like yours. The Ministry of Magic is very embarrassed for you. If you leave it alone, you may be dragged to the other side soon, but if you do something in advance, such as locking you up, it will be too much. It's too mean, even though—Uh, please forgive me, your crime is so obvious in my eyes—"

"Don't read my thoughts!" Mosier snarled, "Memory can never be used as evidence!" His wand was lit up, and the black mist was wrapped around the tip of the wand, and the whole room became extremely dim.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" Felix asked softly.

The courage that Mosier gathered was deflated like an old tire. He leaned on the table in the corner, not looking at Felix.

"What do I need to do?" he asked in a low voice, holding his wand loosely.

"As I said before, leave here, find a place to take a vacation, travel, and mix the days...When Voldemort is down, you can come back with confidence and continue to do your promising illegal work. I won’t be in charge at that time."

Mosier murmured.

"Sorry, I didn't catch it?" Felix asked.

"When did you do something for the Ministry of Magic? Aren't you a professor?" Mosier couldn't figure out how he would run into him.

Now it was Felix's turn to sigh.

"No way, they offered conditions that I couldn't refuse--in fact, I can refuse, but my morality does not allow me to owe favors, and frankly speaking, I don't reject this temporary job. I can exercise my magic by the way. ability."

He touched the ring on his left hand, where the hourglass obtained from the Ministry of Magic was stored, and even half of it was filled with time energy.

After the Wiesengamo meeting, Ms. Burns asked him to eliminate some instability factors. “Each of them has a criminal record, but escaped punishment for various reasons. Although it may be just a small character waving the flag and cheering, but It is also worthy of vigilance, they are already the wings of mysterious people."

She also implicitly mentioned the invasion of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

"No matter who it is, I just hope that person is not on the side of the mysterious person," she said with a headache. "The silent person gives a conclusion that does not need to be worried, but I think... Well, maybe this is a good thing, at least the mysterious person. It's too late for people to think of similar ideas."

The attitude of Bones represents the attitude of the Ministry of Magic itself—that is, it is vacillating. They hope to get the time energy back, but they are worried that they will be snatched away by Voldemort before it gets hot.

The latter can cause significantly greater harm.

...

Mosier stared at the black square table with a few newspapers and two pamphlets on it. One is the "Wartime Survival Manual" sent by the Ministry of Magic, and the other is the "Simple Illustrated Guide to Ancient Magic Texts" published by Felix co-publishers a few months ago. The cover is colorful and looks like A children's book.

"Ancient magic text? It's really enviable..." he said sourly.

"You bought it too?" Felix said in surprise, followed his eyes and saw the pamphlet, and asked with interest: "How do you read it?"

"Not so good," Mosier shook his head. He stretched out his hand, his face flushed, and it took a long time to condense an ancient magic text, but the next second, the magic text symbol was broken. "I'm getting older and I'm not very used to new fields..."

"Could it be the reason you studied dark magic? Other people's feedback was pretty good." Felix discussed calmly.

"Well, I'll try again..."

Felix took a moment to point him. Then Mosir began to pack his luggage. Although the Ministry of Magic prohibits the abuse of the Unmarked Stretching Curse, this obviously cannot restrain the dark wizard. Moreover, Mosir himself is considered to be half an alchemist, and he can make similar storage items by himself.

All the furniture was abandoned, and Mosier picked out bottles and jars from all corners of the room, some of which were obviously enchanted and could hold things many times larger than their own volume. Finally, Mosier took a bit of effort and squeezed them all into a box, panting slightly.

"Are you going to stare at me Apparition?" Mosier picked up the box and glanced around with nostalgia. "I have limited mana and can only guarantee to leave tonight."

"Oh, no, I can provide some anonymous door keys." Felix waved his hand, and a row of tattered items appeared in front of him, boots, canned boxes, butter beer bottles, and a piece of rotten wood.

Mosier hesitated for a moment, "Are there any recommendations? As soon as I teleport over, the Auror will be on the opposite side, right?"

Felix shook his head slightly, "It's not necessary. What you need to worry about is to continue to do ugly things; or to start again in a new place and honestly accept the restrictions of the local Ministry of Magic."

Mosier sneered and tore away his clothes~www.readwn.com~There were large magic scars.

"A person like me?"

He didn't say anything any more, just picked a door key and held it in his hand, where he went would not affect him much. "Then, see you in ten years, Mr. Haipu?"

"It won't be that long, remember to read more newspapers."

Felix waved at him.

"You really let me go like this? Don't you need to sign a magic agreement? In case I sneak back..." Mosier seemed confused.

"Mosiel," Felix said quietly, "Who do you think is good for this practice? Don't be foolish, if the Death Eater who appears at your door today, you have no choice at all, and I-look. You will never be merciful when you get mixed in with the Death Eaters."

When the wizard in front of him disappeared, Felix ticked the file.

"all the best."