A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix and Dumbledore opened their eyes at the same time, and the professor in the room looked at them nervously.

"Are you whispering?" Sirius asked in a bad tone. "We stared like fools for five minutes."

Snape waved his sleeves in disgust and walked away.

This is not wrong, because it was in someone else's dream, Felix didn't use the speed of thinking, and as long as the time passed in the dream, the time passed in reality.

"You can understand that two therapists are discussing the condition and don't want to be disturbed by some uproarious guys." Felix said teasingly, "Isn't it draining your energy to apparate those students all day?"

Sirius smacked his lips and murmured, "I should ask for processing funds."

At this time, Professor Bubbaji woke up from the bed. She seemed flustered at first, but when Dumbledore’s bright blue eyes looked at her through the lens, she quickly calmed down and saw Felix amazed. .

"Kerrydi, I don't want my words to sound like accusations, but you really shouldn't take the trouble alone." Dumbledore said softly, "You can always ask for help at Hogwarts."

Professor Bubbaji took a deep trembling breath, tears stayed, she covered her face and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward and handed her a steaming cup, "Drink the hot chocolate, honey, it will make you feel better." She took it, took a sip, and whispered, "I It's so stupid..."

"Kerrydi, what happened? I heard part of it from the students, but their statement is too ridiculous, dumb gun? It's impossible." Flitwick screamed, "Maybe we can help."

"It's a shadow." A low, slow voice echoed in the ward: "I saw a lot of wizards, they were very shadowy, but I couldn't see their faces clearly..."

"Are you talking about the ancient magic text exchange event held in Hogsmeade?" Professor McGonagall said bluntly, "Thank you, Sybil, I can't pretend that I didn't read this news in the newspaper... On October 27th, there are still three weeks to go."

"Of course not!" Trelawney yelled, as if being insulted, and glared at Professor McGonagall: "I have predicted that there will be twists and turns in that exchange... Fate warned me, I said something else. One thing..."

"Then can you explain it more clearly?" Professor McGonagall insisted on humming from his nose and asked patiently.

"Um...the Third Eye is not allowed to be abused, but...yes, I did see something," Trelawney tried to open her eyes wide, raised her head, her lenses flashed, deliberately expressing The trembling voice said: "It seems to be an island, no, it may be a castle..."

The others were not interested in listening anymore, they turned their attention back to the person in the hospital bed.

Professor Bubbaji's lips squirmed and hesitated, not knowing how to speak. No one urged, and then she finally opened the chatterbox: "It's my own reason-I have learned some knowledge from the Muggle world, and as a result I have doubts about myself... Yes, I have doubts about magic. Alas, I am A fool."

"My thoughts changed several times in the middle." She said softly: "About two years ago, I first encountered similar knowledge. It was a book called "Mendel's Biography." Some of the views in it. It coincides with what I've been thinking for a long time," she glanced at Dumbledore quickly, "you know, I am against'pureblood superiority'...Of course, Muggle books don't mention wizards, but they mean almost."

Then she began to unconsciously say some unfamiliar terms, such as "Mendel", "pea test", "gene" and "hybridization", and the people around her were confused. They looked at Dumbledore, then at Felix.

"In a nutshell, it is a vocabulary created by Muggles when they studied the grand subject of'life.'" Felix said in a nutshell.

Several professors suddenly realized that it was easier to understand this way.

Professor Sprout looked at Professor Bubaji, "No wonder you frequently chat with me for a while, it sounds like you are studying people as plants."

"Plants? How can people be like plants?" Professor Sinista shook his head for a while.

"That's not all," Professor Bubaji retorted. "That book was only for enlightenment. Their research methods at the time were still very rudimentary, and they have only enriched in the last ten years... I mean, Mendel is nineteen. The man of the century."

Felix blinked and said, when was Principal Dumbledore born? He felt that this idea was a bit offensive, and rationally remained silent.

"If I were to judge, you are already ahead of a lot of people, Caredie." Dumbledore said gently, "But... how did you put yourself in a dangerous situation?"

"I, alas." She sighed and said, "Two years ago, I attended a Muggle research conference. The conference was eventually interrupted due to an accident, which prevented the publication of my hurried paper. Before that, Hai Professor Pu once persuaded me that my research would arouse collective opposition from pure-blood wizards. I didn't listen much..."

She sniffed, "I am optimistic that as long as I study deeply enough, I can gain the upper hand in foreseeable controversies, and use irrefutable evidence to silence them."

Professor Bubaji said in embarrassment:

"Later, my research came to a halt, so I turned to Muggle books that gave me a lot of inspiration. I bought the most cutting-edge professional books, magazines, and papers, and read them. My progress was slow and there were too many uncommon words. The logical relationship between children and going around... To be honest, at the beginning I didn’t think Muggles would make any amazing achievements... I just wanted to find new ideas and perfect my theory. But as the research progresses Going deeper, I found a terrible fact: Muggle’s study of the nature of life has no magic, no word... But their theory is surprisingly self-consistent... I am very unconvinced and want to find the flaw, alas. , The nightmare just happened."

With fear in her eyes, she shivered and drank a big sip of hot chocolate. The scented liquid brought her courage, and she began to talk about the most critical part.

"Although my reason is repelling, my subconscious mind has accepted these theories, and my research direction has quietly changed: I hope to be compatible with these two viewpoints. I mean, pinch them together... I can count on my own strength... As a result, my mind is completely confused," Professor Bubbaji shivered, and his eyes flashed with a bewildered look: "It's strange that they have amazing similarities in some points of view, but they are not in other places. Quite the opposite...I couldn't reconcile these contradictions, so I chose to visit a Muggle biology expert during the summer vacation, but this brought more terrible consequences. I actually began to doubt magic...Finally, eventually..."

She closed her mouth tightly, and the ward was quiet.

Every professor was lost in thought. Snape looked at Felix with strange eyes. Although his face was calm as a stone or a plant growing in the dark, his heart was violently fluctuating.

The kid almost pitted himself. Valley

The Christmas present he gave himself! Those chemistry books! Although Felix sent a test code for middle school students, he happened to pass by a bookstore in Spider's End during summer vacation and bought a few chemistry books on a whim. After reading it carefully, I found it helpful...

Snape's expression was unpredictable, and he was leaning against the wall with his shoulders, no one could guess what he was thinking. He did see a lot of inconsistencies with wizards in chemistry books, but he didn’t get into the horns, because he knew one thing early on that Muggles don’t have magical powers. Even if they give the potion formula to those people, they follow the same rules. The steps are repeated, and the best result is nothing more than a pot of smelly pus.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Professor Bubagi coldly. He didn't even agree with the identity of a wizard. No wonder he was betrayed by his own magic.

At this moment, Sirius broke the silence in the room.

"Why do you have to entangle these issues?" He spread his hands. "I and James remodeled motorcycles... I mean, go to the Muggle store to take a risk, huh, investigating Death Eaters! That's right, that's it... Then At that time, we didn’t even understand the purpose of the spark plug, but it didn’t prevent us from keeping it. When we sat on it, we didn’t think it was too much an eye-opener.”

"That's two different things," Snape said.

"I think it's the same thing," Sirius also subconsciously retorted: "Perhaps you think you can master all knowledge? Omnipotent?"

Snape glanced at him coldly and ignored him: "Principal Dumbledore, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." After speaking, he walked out of the ward, and after a few seconds, he heard him outside the door. Very dynamic voice:

"It is forbidden to cast spells in the hallway! Gryffindor deducts twenty points!"

Sirius couldn't sit still, he found a lame excuse to leave, and soon there was a fierce quarrel in the corridor.

"Severus Snape! You try to deduct points again!"

"Ah," Dumbledore recovered from his deep thoughts, turning his head to look at Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, you better go out and have a look. Separate them before they cause more disturbance. I can I don't want to see the news of Professor Hogwarts' fight hit the headlines." After Professor McGonagall left, others also left.

When only Dumbledore, Keredi Bubaji, Felix and Madam Pomfrey were left in the ward, Dumbledore explained to Professor Bubaji the two most feasible treatment methods. Surprisingly, she Did not choose the seemingly easy method.

"I don't want to forget that knowledge," Professor Bubaji said hesitantly: "I will be more careful in the future!"

"If you insist." Dumbledore respected her choice, but still warned her: "But you can't do similar research anymore in the short term."

Professor Bubbaji nodded cautiously.

"It's best to take Keridi to St. Mungo for a period of recuperation. The environment here is still too crude and can only handle regular injuries." Madam Pomfrey suggested.

"But I don't want to be absent...I, alas, okay." Professor Bubagi said.

Dumblely stood up easily: "Then it's settled. Please wait a moment. I need a few minutes to explain to the students that their little brains are always full of all kinds of whimsical ideas. It's best not to let it go. They play..."

He walked out of the ward, and his brisk voice was faintly heard outside:

"...I am happy to announce...that it will not have a long-term effect...too tired and need to rest for a few days...and soon, I will give you a good professor..."

In the ward, Felix was also preparing to leave.

"Professor Haipu," Professor Bubbaji hesitated for a moment, and stopped him, "I'm sorry, I didn't follow your suggestion."

"This is something that no one expected," Felix said calmly. "I understand your approach: I found a corner of the treasure on the way forward. It is hard for a normal person not to be moved." He said to Bubbaji. Sympathy for the encounter, but more of self-reflection.

He thought about another issue in his mind. If one day the wizard makes his identity public, in order to promote communication between the two sides ~www.readwn.com~, a place where wizards and Muggles can coexist must be established. It's like an experiment field, where all mature and immature ideas can be put into practice...

Whether this place is placed in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade is not appropriate, there are more practical factors to consider-such as the attitude of the Muggle government. But Trelawney's words gave him some inspiration, an island...

Felix thought for a while, wondering if he could make it in the future?

...

Professor Keridi Bubaji did not live in St. Mungo. She returned from the hospital after only two days of absence. This made the discussion among the student group not a wave of waves. As she re-engaged in teaching, especially After showing the Levitation Charm in class, the untenable rumors were self-defeating.

Hogwarts Castle returned to calm again. As the time on October 27 got closer and closer, newspapers began to report long-term related news, and pictures about the Hogsmeade venue continued to be published.

A student flipped through the latest newspaper. On it was a map of the unfinished site. Dozens of staff stood on a small open space in the center of Hogsmeade village, directing pieces of wooden boards to appear in the right place. .

"It looks like a huge open-air auditorium." said the student reading the newspaper.

"It's better to say it's a duel field." His companion corrected.

Their views are very representative. For this exchange activity, the Hogwarts students have their own focuses. They are automatically divided into two groups. One group focuses on the communication itself and discusses who will come and what effects the activity will achieve; the other group is stubborn. Keep your eyes on the interlude of the exchange activity-the challenge part.

Coincidentally, the latter view prevailed at both Gryffindor College and Slytherin College.