A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the next two days, Felix found that he could always meet Filch on various occasions.

From the staff lounge, the ancient magic text classroom, to the entrance of the auditorium, behind a certain pillar in the corridor, you can see his restrained and pleasing face from time to time... Felix has been waiting for the Weasley twins to be confined. In the end, nothing happened at all. He estimated that Filch spent all of his time figuring out how to "encounter" him.

On the morning of the third day, Filch squatted at the door of the ancient Mowen office with an iron bucket, rags and other cleaning tools, wheezing and busy working.

"Hey..." Filch bared his big yellow teeth, "Professor Haipu, I see the door is a bit dirty..."

"Come in and sit down, Mr. Filch."

Filch shoved away while rushing in, demonstrating agility that was completely incompatible with his age. When he sees Varen who is entertaining himself on the sofa and using his exclusive magic wand to control a bunch of colorful people dancing, his eyes seem to be shining.

"Mr. Filch?" Felix called twice before he came back to his senses.

Filch rubbed his hands and flattered, "Your sniffing is so smart, and it is said that you can write."

"Thank you." Felix said briefly. "Bang." He closed the door.

...

"I'm a dumb gun, Mr. Haipu." Filch whispered, "The dumb gun means—"

"I know the definition of a dumb gun." Felix said, "we can get to the point faster, because I found that you seem to be struggling for a long time."

"Oh, okay, okay." Filch said pitifully, "Dumb cannon... well, we are never taken seriously. We are second-class citizens, not even as good as those house elves, at least they can use magic... you don't I know, I have to carry a kerosene lamp every day to fight wits with those mischievous students who don’t come home at night..."

"I remember that the school purchased a batch of small magic lights." Felix reminded him.

"Yes, yes, but the light is too bright to catch people easily." Filch said slyly.

Felix was silent, he didn't want to comment on the war between Filch and the students at all. He only knew that Hogwarts needed someone to help keep order, lock the door at night, and clean the castle in his spare time, so Filch was there.

Filch did a good job, but he also extended his rights infinitely, and repeatedly suggested that the school resume corporal punishment. The fundamental reason was naturally jealous of the students.

At the same time, Felix also understood why Filch came to the door.

"...We don't even have a birth record! To prove our identity, we can only confirm our identity by looking up the names of our parents... When I was ten years old and didn't show any magical powers, the family was very frustrated. Eleven. When I was 10 years old, I naturally did not receive the notice from Hogwarts. They began to discuss that they would send me away and send me to the Muggle school, but they failed because there was a war outside at that time!" Old Felch exclaimed. Said: "People were dying everywhere, they were terrified, so they had to leave me... and pretended that I was not there, because I made them feel ashamed and other relatives in the family would not come..."

"Professor Haipu—Mr. Haipu—you can naturally know how much ridicule I have received. When I am an adult, I am alone in the magical world. If it wasn't for Ms. Okbai to encourage me..."

"Idris Okbai?" Felix asked.

"It's her. She is a good person, better than anyone. It's a pity that she died ten years ago. It's a good person who doesn't live long..." Filch said emotionally.

Felix blinked. He heard a similar statement in the principal's office. The fat Slughorn was eating pineapple with icing sugar while lamenting the misfortune of one of his favorite students, Lily. Felix thought these words were completely sincere, because Slughorn paid the price of a small bottle of blessing.

The full name of Okbei in Filch's mouth is Idris Okbei. Her only well-known contribution is the founding of the Silt Cannon Support Association. The purpose of this association is to help the dumb cannons living in the magical world as much as possible...

Oukebai died ten years ago at the age of 113. But in Filch's words, it became "good people don't live long"...

"Twenty years ago, I was still doing handymen for people everywhere, and even reluctant to buy newspapers, picking up the leftovers from others every day, until one day," Filch suddenly turned red and his eyes stared roundly: " Do you know what I saw?"

"A job posting?"

Felix sketched an image of a stubborn, cynical, and idle middle-aged man in his mind: doing a humble job with a flame of jealousy in his heart. He certainly had a better choice, but his entire childhood was spent in the wizarding world, and letting Filch leave was tantamount to killing him. He just mixed his days until one day, the middle-aged man got a newspaper from the trash can—or from the hands of a wizard on the street—that would completely change his destiny.

Seeing the recruitment notice above, there was Hogwarts Castle Administrator Filch.

"Yes! I came to Hogwarts anyway! Although it was thirty years late, I still came. I saw young students, sir, you don't know how jealous I am..." Crazy, half of his face was weirdly distorted and trembling, as if for the first time confided in a gloomy secret in his heart.

Warren, who was playing with the colorful little people, was stunned and stared at Filch, whose expression was out of control. It looked at the big devil, and then at Filch, wondering whether to sneak out and call his cat over, his nose was about to drip into the iron bucket.

Fortunately, Filch pulled out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket in time. He blows his nose like a vent, and the corners of his handkerchief fly around. Filch raised his head, showing his bright red nose, and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Haipu, I made you laugh. You are one of the few people in the school who have helped me. I don't think there is any need to hide—"

He faced a pair of silver eyes, and the silver radiance covered the pupils and whites of his eyes. He had never seen such a scene before, and was speechless in fear.

"Felch, do you know the definition of a dumb gun?" Felix asked.

Filch felt inexplicable. He tried to explain at the beginning of the conversation, but was stopped by Felix. As a result, Felix picked up the topic again. Filch thought he was taunting him. The face becomes difficult to look.

"Like many concepts in the magic world, the dumb cannon is a fairly broad concept, and we can define it from all angles." Felix said calmly: "The common definition in the magic world believes that-from a wizard family, but can't show Anyone with magical ability is called a dumb gun."

Filch looked at him blankly.

"Hai, Professor Haipu?"

"I hope you can notice the subtle difference in this. This is the key to sustaining the conversation—" Filch's face showed a clear confusion, but he closed his mouth obediently. Professor Haipu's expression at the moment was a bit scary. "——Many parents are actually unable to determine whether their children are dumb cannons, and there is no way to quantify it... What really makes them give up is the notice from Hogwarts. If they receive it, naturally they are not dumb cannons. Even if he casts the spell at the beginning Very lame... Have you actually experienced spell-casting?" Felix asked abruptly.

Filch was stunned. He stunned and said, "I didn't, I didn't--"

"No, you don't understand what I mean..." Felix's silver eyes stared at him, staring at the meager magic power in him like a stubborn stone, but this is just an exaggerated metaphor. From any angle, magic and stone They are two different things. They cannot be the same.

Felix murmured: "It's not a complete spell, it's those tiny, incidental, or even illusion experiences you have: fiddle with a small piece of paper, and lighten up some strength before the cup breaks... you Have this experience, haven’t you?"

"I..." Filch was thinking hard and thinking, "It seems like... By the way!" He suddenly yelled and frightened Warren again. He raised his little wand to block it. Front. Filch tried his best to open his eyes, flashing the light of memories, "I remember a very stubborn stain a few years ago. I used a whole bottle of detergent and it didn't work. I just stared at it, stared at it... …I saw it in a daze, and then it disappeared...Does that count?"

He looked at Felix expectantly.

"We can try." Felix said with interest, and he jumped up from his armchair, as if staring at an interesting experiment.

After half an hour, Filch left excitedly.

"Mr. Filch," Felix called him from behind, "Your magic response is too weak. If you don't mind, I want to ask—"

"Oh, no, this is good enough for me," Filch smiled happily, holding a small wooden stick studded with jewels in both hands. "Even if you can only succeed once out of ten times, it is also true for me. What a great thing!"

But not for me, Felix thought.

After careful study, he discovered that Filch's magical fluctuations were much weaker than that of Warren. Even comparing Valen and Filch together is a bit bullying. Although Valen is a sniff, it is a normal sniff, not a dumb sniff.

In terms of talent, it simply beat Filch.

Felix spent a lot of thought, and finally added five ‘amplification loops’ to make a difference. In the final result, the small wooden stick in Filch's hand was inlaid with seven gems: one stored magic power, five engraved with enlarged circuits, and only the last one contained the real magic—cleaning spell.

At present, it can only reach this level.

Felix pulled back his mixed thoughts and said calmly: "You misunderstood, Argus. I mean, your situation is very typical. I'm going to take the time to study a few similar cases-certainly not now. ——You should know some friends who have the same problems as you, right?"

Filch blinked his eyes and asked tentatively, "Do you want to know them?"

Felix shrugged, "You said too, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have their names. It's not easy to find them..."

After closing the door, Felix sat on the sofa and played crackling exploding cards with Warren.

But his thoughts have flown elsewhere.

Dumb cannons have always played the role of invisible man. In contrast, the Ministry of Magic's recent successive introduction of preferential policies and attracting werewolves to actively register are enough to illustrate their attitude.

A Filch is of course not important, but the group of dumb guns is naturally connected with the magical world and the ordinary world. If one day the wizarding world is forced to be made public, the best candidate Felix can think of to travel between the two worlds is the dumb group.

Felix seemed to see the second hole card beckoning him... Well, he decided to ignore it for now, Voldemort was still alive and kicking now. He intends to lose his preliminary work to employees of the "Future World" company.

They have to find something to do.

"Hamm! (You lose!

Felix came back to his senses, and saw that Waren took out a small notebook from his pocket and quickly recorded,'In a certain year, a certain day, the Great Devil lost to the genius Sniff Warren for the first time...' Si confiscated the notebook in anger.

"It doesn't count, let's play a hundred more games!"

...

In the last ancient magic text class before Christmas, Felix looked at the students who were not in the mood to attend the class.

"Professor, Professor Flitwick allowed us to move freely in class." A student hinted boldly. His words drew a low voice of approval, "Yes, Professor, you only need to leave the last two minutes for homework assignments." Another student boldly said.

Felix looked at them with a faint smile, "It's not impossible. I will assign homework first. If you think you should be free to move around the rest of the time, I totally agree..."

There was already a suppressed cheer from the audience, and the two students who spoke enjoyed the heroic gazes.

"Since some students cannot cast spells during the holidays, I will not leave the practice homework. All the content is on the'answer parchment'. You will find a new gift sign on it... the one hanging on the Christmas tree, that's right. , That’s your vacation homework."

The students opened the parchment one after another.

Harry stared at the "Christmas Tree" in a daze: There was a little lion under the tree, which looked stupid. It kept jumping up, spreading its paws to pull down the gift box hanging on the branch, and the result was naturally wasted.

There is also a luminous wand pattern next to the gift box.

He turned his head and saw Hermione happily poking her wand on it. The gift box from the tree fell down immediately, and the anxious little lion pounced on him. "Bang!" The little lion was overwhelmed by the test paper.

"Very innovative, isn't it?" she said joyfully.

"Yeah, it looks very festive," Harry muttered, and there was no trace of joy on his face.

"You know, OWLs." Felix said happily from the podium. After a while, he pretended to just see the gloomy atmosphere in the classroom, "Oh, don't be like this, I always hope you can be happy. Study hard...Let's do it, I can give you a chance."

All the students raised their heads.

"If you can prove to me: you do master this part of knowledge, my homework is just to allow you to repeat meaningless labor...I can consider reducing it appropriately." Felix said with a very sinister heart, "I prepared it specially. An exam is not necessary. It is really not good to have an exam before Christmas..."

The students who were still yelling about free activities just became misfired. They stared with big eyes and small eyes for a long time, and finally looked at Felix one after another.

"Hurry up and send out the test paper, Professor!" a student yelled.

This sentence basically marked the end of the fight between the professor and the student, and the student was defeated.

Of course, they also think it's a bargain.

Harry spread out the thick test paper and was about to answer the question, but Hermione made the paper "crash". He couldn't help but glanced aside, and found that Hermione was quickly scanning the whole test paper, her face was joyful, and Harry was so inspiring that he would learn how to do it, and he soon discovered a secret.

The test paper is divided into ten parts, with translations, inferential meanings, and twelve types of amulet making steps. Reminiscing about what the professor just said, Harry immediately started from what he was best at. Ron on the side just answered the question dumbly. Harry used his mouth to signal that he hadn't noticed it twice, and he had no choice but to give up.

As time passed, there was only the slight rustle of a quill rubbing the parchment in the classroom, which sounded pleasing to the eye.

Finally, the school bell rang.

Harry raised his head and looked around the classroom. It was found that very few students had finished answering the test papers, only Hermione was staring at the test papers and muttering words.

"Stop answering questions." Felix announced, and all the test papers flew towards him, neatly stacked on the podium. "I will finish the correction before the holiday... well, you can leave now."

The students exchanged expressions of excitement and excitement, and after packing up their things, they filed out of the classroom.

"You go first." Draco Malfoy said to his two followers, Crabbe and Gore wrinkled their faces together, seemingly uncomprehending, until he said it again, and they shrugged and left alone. .

Draco stood in front of Felix, with fine beads of sweat coming out of the tip of his nose.

"That's it~www.readwn.com~Professor Haipu——" he hesitated.

Felix raised his hand to stop him, turned his head and glared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were still daunting at the door and refused to leave. "Bang!" The door slammed shut in front of them. "Now it can be said."

Draco froze for a moment and whispered: "Professor, I want to ask if you have time for Christmas? I want to invite you to the house..."

"Lucius asked you to ask?" Felix asked calmly.

Draco raised his head to look at him, no joy or anger in that face. He stammered: "No, no, it's me...I think...well, you have always cared for me. Not only did you teach me the phantom spell and phantom transfer, but even Occlumency. Sophisticated magic, even if my father knew it, I would be grateful."

Felix looked down at him, his light yellow hair and pointed chin were exactly the same as his father's. Felix didn't speak for a long time.

"Don't think too much, many things are not your turn to participate, all you have to do is enjoy a pleasant holiday."

"But Potter and them—" Draco said unconvincedly with a flush on his pale face.

"They are different from you," Felix said categorically. "Merry Christmas in advance, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco turned abruptly and walked away. He opened the door—"Draco?" He heard the professor's voice, and Draco turned his head excitedly. Professor Haipu stood in front of the huge window, and the clear sunlight from outside poured into the classroom and cast it on the professor's back. This made him completely unable to see the person's face, and he squinted his eyes.

"Do you use hawthorn for your wand?" the professor asked.

"Yes, professor." Draco said.

"Wands of this material are particularly suitable for medical magic, you can consider it."