A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"I have never seen such a spectacular scene!" Fred came closer and said, with a strange sense of satisfaction on his face.

Harry looked at the notice board and understood what he meant. The names of the student clubs posted above add up to more than one hundred, most of them were established within a week. "Hundreds of snuff bottles", Harry searched on the parchment and found a similar club, but he was not sure whether it was "Muggles' handicrafts" or "fairies' magical creations."

Two positions away from him, a Hufflepuff guy happily introduced magical paintings, “If you just make things drawn on paper move, it couldn’t be simpler. It’s just the foundation of the foundation, and there are many complicated methods. You You can even interact with the people inside!"

"Isn't that the magical portrait? There are many hanging in the castle." said his companion.

"Of course it's not the same!" The boy flushed and raised his voice: "Think about it, a little man in the maze is trapped. In order to avoid being eaten by a hundred snails, he can only count on you. To escape from birth, you must use your brain to provide help to the little man. If he comes out, he will grab the canvas and express his gratitude to you..."

Harry listened for a while and found it interesting, but he soon discovered that the boy had started inviting the audience to join his "magic painting club". Harry opened his mouth in surprise.

At this moment, Hermione emerged from the crowd, beaming.

"Successful!" She said beamingly, "The three people intend to join s.p.e.w. and they are all freshmen. I didn't expect the newly enrolled students this year to be so caring."

"Hermione, it is forbidden to abuse the power of the prefect. This is what you told me." Ron said.

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

Ron curled his lips and stopped talking. When Hermione turned to join the crowd again, he lowered his voice and said to Harry, "If it weren't for the power of the prefect, it would only mean that the current little wizard's basic education before school failed. I didn't even master the spelling of'vomit'..."

In the corner, Felix and Snape stood together.

"I thought you wouldn't do these trivial things." Snape squirmed his lips and circled his voice in a small area that only the two of them could hear.

"It's just a small effort," Felix said, looking at the messy students.

He felt that he had developed a weird habit after studying Dementors-he liked to stay in a positive and cheerful atmosphere, but unfortunately, half of the research was done, and the Dementors in his hand were not enough. Up. The specific process was that the last dementor was hungry, and couldn't help but eat a part of the emotions of the stadium he had worked so hard to collect, so Felix did several destructive experiments on that dementor...

While considering how to replenish the supply, he asked softly: "Is there a lot of pressure on part-time jobs recently?"

Snape took a deep breath and said in a non-emotional tone: "It's much easier than teaching a group of trolls."

"Oh," Felix counted the students at Gryffindor College in the crowd, knowingly. "one two three four……"

Snape turned his head and looked at him blankly. Felix smacked his lips. "Fortunately, I don't have this trouble. Both Slytherin and Gryffindor students performed well..." He paused. "Someone told me that the person who couldn't even mention the name was very depressed recently. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are somewhat disappointed. You know, meaningless overtime is the most frustrating."

Snape didn't speak.

His memory goes back to more than half a month ago. After the battle at Hogsmeade ended, it didn't take long for him to feel the dark mark on his arm getting hot, and it was Voldemort calling him. Of course, he didn't leave immediately. This was a privilege given to him by Voldemort: Because of the undercover, he didn't have to respond immediately even if he was called.

So he assumed that nothing happened, and waited calmly until Dumbledore came back. Dumbledore showed him a dry hand and murmured how much time he had left. Snape wanted to punch him. On Dumbledore's twisted nose.

Dumbledore was not injured at all, at least in Snape's opinion, it was not the hand that really needed to be cared about, but his suddenly younger face. But after Snape asked a few words, the subject was changed.

Snape knew what Dumbledore meant. He stared at the dry, scorched, and not a trace of anger. He wrote down the picture deeply, branded it in his mind, and when he needed it, he could freely combine it into what he wanted. Memory.

Throughout the day until the evening, the Dark Devil's mark changed twice, one more anxiously, and in the end it even made him unbearably painful.

So Snape had to meet Voldemort a little earlier than expected, and he thought about the reason before he set off—Dumbledore ordered him to stay in the school, and he couldn't get away. But after the meeting, Voldemort didn't ask any relevant questions. He had never seen Voldemort so gaffe. Those red eyes seemed to choose people.

Bellatrix, the key woman, whom Dumbledore had let him pay attention, was with Voldemort right now, trembling.

Voldemort asked him to go to a secret room on the eighth floor of the castle immediately after returning, and retrieve a tattered crown. "Large cabinets full of debris, splattered acid, bust statues of wizards with hoods, broken vanishing cabinets..." He described it in detail, for fear that Snape would not be able to find it.

Snape agreed, although he expected Voldemort to be disappointed.

Voldemort then asked about Harry Potter’s scar in detail. Snape said about it. Then he asked about Snakeman. This secret was revealed as early as Harry’s second grade. Snape There is no concealment. After the questioning, there was a long and suffocating silence. Bellatrix was motionless like a quail, maintaining ridiculous movements throughout the conversation.

Finally, Voldemort asked about Dumbledore’s injury again. Snape, according to Dumbledore’s account, described in detail every scene he saw the principal from the beginning of school until now. These scenes have a common feature, that is, Dumbledore. Lido has been wearing gloves.

Hearing this, Voldemort's face was intertwined with a complex look of annoyance and joy.

Snape was then ordered to return to school immediately to confirm the condition of the crown. And you must report the news to him before dawn.

Snape felt that Voldemort was crazy. He didn't seem to care whether his undercover agent would be exposed, but he agreed. Snape returned to the school, appeared ghostly on the eighth floor, and then turned into the principal's office— This is the life of a double-sided undercover agent, and it takes twice as much time to even report.

Assuming that the time was almost up, he met Voldemort again.

The meeting place this time was changed to August Rookwood’s old mansion. The'loyal' Death Eater is currently locked up in Azkaban, and his home is taken over by Voldemort. . Voldemort was still following Bellatrix, and it seemed that Voldemort was planning to take her forever.

Snape quietly reported the information he had collected. The crown was naturally lost. Voldemort was furious, and even the word'furious' seemed too light. He walked around in the dim room with the snake stick in his hand. There was a hissing noise. Voldemort cursed Dumbledore loudly, nearly exhausting the vicious language he could think of.

The opposite command came from his mouth.

He let Snape go on to poison Dumbledore with a vicious look, "Let Dumbledore die, die!" Voldemort roared frantically, but it didn't take long before he rejected the idea." Investigate the whereabouts of the crown," he gritted his teeth and said, "It must be clear whether it was destroyed or hidden...you can break into the principal's office if necessary. No, wait for my news..."

"I will arrange for the spies from the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with your actions."

But after half a month, there was no news from Voldemort as if he was dead, and Snape didn't know who the spy was in Voldemort's mouth. Wouldn't that person not come?

Over the next few days, Hogwarts was enveloped in restlessness.

Although there are still a few days before the last weekend of November, the students can't wait to start taking action. They often take advantage of the opportunity of attending classes with different colleges to recruit members for their clubs.

According to Felix's observation, Gryffindor and Slytherin basically did not interact, but they all chose Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff College students to start with.

Even when I went out for a walk, I could see students from different colleges huddling together.

It's just that he didn't expect that some students would hit him with their ideas.

"Hi, Felix." Luna was hiding behind a piece of armor, peering her head, and jumping out excitedly when she saw him.

Felix walked over, "Luna?" He looked at her in surprise. Not far from them, a group of girls hiding behind the pillars and looking here.

"That's it," Luna said solemnly, "I want to invite you to join my club."

"Your club is—"

"The'Horned Snorer Must Exist' club."

"Uh—" Felixton paused, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that you can't recruit people and want me to make up the number? It's not impossible, but I am a professor after all, I recommend Valen..."

"Oh, no, I have enough for three people." Luna said happily. "But if you gather students from four colleges and a professor, you can engrave the club's name on the candle in the auditorium, first come first Yes, I have to hurry up."

Felix was slightly in a daze, "Why didn't I know this was the case?"

"This is a hidden clue." Luna said.

It’s a gossip, Felix said in his heart that he should have expected that with the qualities of a Hogwarts student, all kinds of reliable and unreliable rumors would definitely come out, but he did not expect Luna to be recruited. He glanced at the students in the corner, probably they were instigated.

Felix thought for a while, lowered his voice and said, "Since you found out, well, I agree. Don't tell others."

After he left, Luna was immediately surrounded by a group of girls twittering.

"How is it, did you succeed?"

Luna nodded.

"The news is true?" a girl asked.

"The professor won't let me say." Luna replied blankly.

"Oh..." The girls looked at each other meaningfully, and it seemed to be true. They dragged the long tone and dispersed, not knowing which professor they were looking for.

Felix returned to the office, thinking about making a portable dementor catching cage, and then selling it to the Ministry of Magic, and just using the dementor to pay for it. He sat on the sofa in a daze, with no thoughts for a long time. He raised his head and saw that Warren was sitting on the opposite side of the book, flipping pages quickly.

This subject magazine was printed by Luna’s father, Xenofelius Lovegood, who would send Felix a sample issue every month, and a complete set of "Singing and Singing" was also included for that month.

"Singing and Singing" is a typical wizard tabloid. Although its circulation is not high, there is no shortage of readers. According to Felix's understanding—despite Luna's denials—this newspaper is positioned similarly to entertainment news, and contains a variety of hilarious conspiracy theories and discussions of virtual creatures.

Of course, sometimes serious topics are discussed seriously, but the conclusions drawn are often weird. Felix published several small essays anonymously on it, imagining the future wizarding society. One of them is about the exploration of Mars:

"A wizard was going to take a Muggle-made flying machine to Mars to grow vegetables. He was stopped for smuggling three hundred Muggles with a non-marking stretch curse. The Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government claimed that they would amend the law to ban all opaque containers. As a result, the hot water pot on Mars became a rare resource..."

The response is tepid.

But Luna’s father imitated a similar format and wrote a short story: a fortuneteller traveled to Mars, because the "halo" of Mars was too strong to make predictions, causing the fortuneteller to accidentally fly on a broomstick. Hit by a meteorite.

This story has become the latest popular joke in the wizarding world. According to the degree of isolation of the wizarding world, it is estimated that it will not be out of date even if it has been circulated for a hundred years...

Warren is not interested in the jerky theories in "Mowen New Interpretation" ~www.readwn.com~ but it likes to look for the names of acquaintances on it. While flipping through it, he took out his baby magic wand and wrote and drew in the air. Soon there were skewed letters everywhere in the office. Felix looked dizzy, and he reached out and pinched the words in the air. Together, knead into a shiny ball.

Wallen yelled dissatisfiedly.

Felix threw the ball to Varen, and Varen threw it back to him angrily. Soon he played this fun (boring) little game happily from one year to another.

Before going to bed, Felix suddenly remembered to write a letter to his new pen pal living in Neumont Gadburg——

"...

This is not a question of courage, and it has nothing to do with laziness, but a question of the brain. Even if I was born in your time, I would not choose to be an enemy of 600,000 wizards and 2 billion ordinary people-in my opinion, slavery is the most time-consuming and laborious method-not to mention that the population of both sides has increased by almost three. Times.

Speaking of doubling, I suddenly remembered a question about the expansion spell. I have a colleague who grows very special pumpkins, um, very big... Do you think that eating this kind of cursed pumpkin for a long time will be malnourished? Or will it harm the soil?

I think this subject is more valuable and can be assigned to the field of Muggle research.

...

Enclosed are two political books, as well as an excellent newspaper and periodicals that I strongly recommend myself-"Singing and Singing". The single-day sales volume exceeds 500 copies, which is worth checking out. "

After writing the letter, Felix raised his head and straightened his waist. Varen, who was lying on the opposite side of the desk, immediately closed his diary and looked at him warily.

Felix curled his lips, wondering which one of the hapless guys in the school was defeated by Warren this time. It's a pity that he saw two names, one is Astoria and the other is Mafalda...