A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

It seemed that they wanted to go together-mainly Minerva and Severus-and wanted to correct some of their summer homework at noon. As for Felix, he is much more free than the other two.

But he still sat in the armchair, holding a stack of papers, and looked at it.

For a while, there was nothing but the voice of correcting papers in the faculty lounge. The three professors have different marking methods: Professor McGonagall is the most rigorous and serious, and the rustling of the quill almost never stops, just like the sound of drizzle across the grass; Snape is the opposite. He is very long. There was no movement in time, and then he used a lot of effort to draw heavily on the parchment. After only listening for a while, Felix was able to roughly judge the level of this student and how Severus felt...

Felix wrote a series of page numbers at the end of the paper to indicate the content that needs to be re-understood by students. After a little half an hour, he got up from the chair, straightened his body, and prepared to go out to breathe. Snape, who had not spoken, raised his head, stared at Felix's back, and then left the faculty lounge.

Felix appeared in the courtyard, drizzling rain outside, and he stood by a tall pillar. Extending from the height of the castle, a wide eave casts a large shadow, covering a small patch of bushes.

Felix squinted and stared at the blurred vision in the distance. A student was jumping in the rain like a rabbit.

Magic is amazing and convenient. He can't remember how many times this idea flashed through.

Snape didn't know when he was standing next to him, and there were other students in the yard coming out to breathe, but whenever they approached, Snape would stare back with fierce eyes, so the next conversation went smoothly. The two of them each estimated the atmosphere, and spoke almost at the same time—

"I heard you got a new wand." Snape said.

"I heard that you recently got a part-time job." This is what Felix said.

Snape's face stiffened, and he whispered: "Our principal really trusts you... Then you have to be careful. This usually means that he has new arrangements for you."

"Are you saying he intends to reuse me?" Felix asked. He found a very interesting thing. In the eyes of different people, Dumbledore's image may be completely different. What about himself? How many faces does he have in the hearts of others?

"Reuse..." Snape repeated playfully. "If you don't mind being a pawn, every move is firmly controlled by someone... be it."

"It's terrible~ He doesn't have the blood of a prophet? But I remember he doesn't believe in prophecies much." Felix said exaggeratedly.

Snape gave him a sideways look. "Our principal is a very clever chess player. He will analyze you thoroughly before the dialogue starts. This will make you think that everything you do is chosen by yourself, but it just happens to It's what he hoped."

Felix smacked a familiar taste, and he himself seemed to do the same-to prepare as much as possible before the negotiation, and not to give the other party a chance to refuse. So these words sounded like Snape was accusing him.

"Full of complaints, Severus."

"It's just sentimental," Snape said calmly. "Then, your new wand is called'Old Wand'?" Although it was a bit slurred, Felix understood it.

"Yes." He replied briefly.

"Is it Ollivander's work?" Snape asked.

"Yes, the skills are quite superb."

"Some people don't think so," Snape said softly.

Felix rolled his eyes, "Is it your part-time owner? Don't you think he is too broad-minded—"

"Some people think," Snape raised his voice, his dark eyes staring at the layers of rain. "This magic wand has existed for a long time, and it has been kept by the Ollivander family. It has only recently found its owner."

Felix was slightly surprised, "This is strange." Did Voldemort misunderstand something? Felix used his brain, and the picture of Voldemort retreating without a fight flashed in front of him. Something he misunderstood...

"Old magic wand?"

Snape fell silent. Felix wondered. So, did Lucius tell Voldemort about what happened in the wand shop? He carefully recalled the conversation with Mr. Ollivander, and he was sure that his words were full of jokes about fairy tales.

But who knows what Voldemort thinks, his mind is not normal...

"There are indeed various legends of powerful magic wands in history, old magic wands, death wands, and fate wands... The rumor of the old magic wand is the most exaggerated, and its spread is the most **** and cruel... Of course, there are not many people who believe in it. Everyone listens to them as stories...but you can't tell from this that these powerful wands really never existed." Snape said in a low voice.

"Why is it **** and cruel that the old wand spread?" Felix asked a familiar name.

Snape glanced at him.

"It is rumored that only by seizing this wand from the previous owner can you become its true owner. And this usually means conspiracy, means **** killing. There is a lot of evidence to show this—"

"So you believe this too?" Felix asked.

Snape did not answer positively, he continued: "Several powerful dark wizards in history have used their lives to prove its reputation. Of course, there is another school of opinion that all this is just a nonsense coincidence, and it is a later researcher. The piercing association, reversed from the alternate process of a limited number of wand masters, and the wrong rules summarized from it are just a very talkative story."

"I don't have an elderberry wand in my hand." Felix grinned.

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, it doesn't count if I say it." Snape curled his lips.

Felix was dumb. He had a new understanding of what Dumbledore said before. How could he know what the enemy thought? As long as he reversed it by what he had done, at least in this matter, Felix could come to a conclusion: Voldemort would never dare to be an enemy of himself before he knew the truth of the'Old Wand'.

The deterrence of a fake old magic wand is amazing.

Even Felix couldn't help but feel a little moved-just like Voldemort was afraid of Felix, Felix was also afraid of Voldemort. It is normal for two wizards of equal strength and far above normal level~www.readwn.com~ to value each other's inadvertent real thoughts.

Of course he knows that the old wand in his hand is a fake, but if there really is an invincible wand in reality, and he named his new wand after it in secret, does this indicate What are you holding? For example, will he eventually get a real old wand?

But Felix quickly calmed down his thoughts. He was reluctant to believe that there was an invincible wand. Can a wizard be stronger than he is?

What's more, the wand is just a transition for him, and he doesn't need to spend too much energy on things that he is destined to give up. It is better to study how to fight Voldemort's life-threatening curse. He now has at least three ideas-zooming curses to enlarge entities, seven-level iron armor curses, and magical creatures deforming. But it takes time to apply flexibly.

Felix was lost in thought. He used to underestimate the zoom spell, only thinking about how to reduce the target, but after thinking about it carefully, it is also a good strategy to enlarge the things around him.

In the future, he can take some coins, stones, nails and the like with him, and throw it away when he meets Voldemort... and even throw a mouse.

...

"Who's there!" Snape called suddenly. He walked aggressively into the shadows, his robe hunting.

Felix recovered, just in time to hear Snape's frustrated voice yelling: "Eavesdropping on the professor, 50 deductions! Everyone! Plus confinement!"

Felix blinked and moved a few steps aside, now he could see clearly.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood together with their heads down, sickly expressions, and Harry still held a soft rope in his hand, the retractable ear invented by the Weasley twins.

The other end of the telescopic ear was shaking constantly at Snape's feet, and Snape's nose seemed to be crooked with anger.