A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　 When Felix returned to the castle, there was a contented smile on his face.

　　 Many professors joined, and my duel course has grown stronger. Maybe, you can bring in other professors to play in the future?

　　 Especially when he received a text message from the owl "Bai Xian" that afternoon--

"Dear Felix Haip, my award ceremony is tentatively scheduled for February 4th at 10 am (Saturday) in Room 3 on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic (on the left side of the Wisengama Transaction Office). We sincerely invite you to watch the ceremony——Mockles Bellby"

　　 Felix wrote a reply, estimated the time in his mind, and there was still about half a month left.

　　 In the evening, Felix finished the magic lesson for Hermione Granger, and he handed the little witch a glass of pumpkin juice.

　　 Generally speaking, after the magic writing class, his assistant will stay in the office for a period of time. On the one hand, it relieves the fatigue in the thinking room. On the other hand, it also talks about some interesting topics or answers some questions.

　　 Today, they mentioned Guidro Lockhart.

　　 Hermione held the cup and asked, "Professor, what do you think of Lockhart?"

　　 "What do you think?"

　　 "It's my opinion of him, the lectures, the books, etc..."

　　 Felix glanced at Hermione, his assistant had been on the job for half a year, and he knew her speaking habits very well. The present is a way for her to get information.

　　 "Professor Lockhart is a very talkative person, very expressive, this is different from me, even though we are both writers."

　　 Hermione asked, "Then how do you evaluate his book? You should have read his book, right?"

　　 "I did read it," Felix said: "It's not very useful to me, but for students, the methods of dealing with danger and discovering danger still have a lot of reference value."

　　 "Actually, I appreciate his way of incorporating knowledge into the story. Maybe I will imitate it in the future." Felix looked at Hermione with interest, her eyebrows wrinkled.

　　 "But—" she said hesitantly, "Don't you think the book he wrote is completely different from what he did in class? There is a strong sense of tearing?"

"Perhaps," Felix judged nonchalantly, "It is obvious that there are fiction and ambiguity in his book, but we can only accuse him of his private virtues, but at least he still couldn't check it when he wrote the book. Less information."

　　 "But what if," Hermione said nervously, with a thin layer of sweat on her face, "what if his story was stolen from someone else's head?"

　　 The office was quiet for a few seconds--

　　 "This is a very serious accusation, Miss Granger, if your claim is true, then the person who committed this behavior will be imprisoned in Azkaban." Felix said solemnly.

　　 "Granger, I need proof."

　　 Trembling, Hermione took out a wad of crumpled parchment from the wizard's robe.

"This is... this is what we found in Professor Lockhart's office." She said with difficulty. It was Ron who did this, but she and Harry decided unanimously that the responsibility should not be placed on Ron alone. Body.

　　 Felix gave her a surprised look. He somewhat understood why his assistant was assigned to Gryffindor. This was a restless grumpy witch.

　　 The kind of rushing into the professor's office when they disagree.

　　Thinking about it this way, every time I leave the office, I always put the Tethering Vine at the door, which is really prescient.

　　 He looked through this document, and the name on it made him pay special attention, "Record of Armenian Visit to the Old Wizard (Note: Werewolf Adventure)."

　　 "How are the two handwritings?" He flipped through it first, and quickly noticed the problem.

　　 has a total of twenty pages of parchment, most of which are handwritten by Hermione, only three pages are of another kind of handwriting.

　　 "We, I..." Hermione swallowed and asked her to tell her personally how she violated school rules, which is really hard to tell.

　　 "Speak slowly, I'm listening." Felix said.

"It's like this. Ron was confined in Lockhart's office as punishment for copying fan letters. He found a secret material and realized there was a problem, so he secretly brought back three pages. From these three pages According to the content of the information, we judge that Lockhart's book may not be his own personal experience, but a stolen story of other people."

　　 "We decided to collect evidence secretly and investigate the truth."

　　 Felix listened calmly.

　　 "——In the next week, Ron took advantage of the opportunity of confinement to continuously extract part of the information."

　　 Felix was surprised by the boldness of these people, "Then he was not discovered by Lockhart?" Isn't Professor Lockhart a fool?

　　 "Lockhart is in bad condition recently, has poor memory, and speaks upside down. Moreover, after we get a few pages of information that day, we will quickly copy it down and return the manuscript the next day..."

　　 "These three pages of manuscripts are what we think are more important, and they are evidence that Lockhart stole the story!"

　　 Felix didn't know whether to applaud their elaborate arrangement or to criticize. If I let them study at ease, I didn't listen at all.

　　 He pulled out three pages of the original manuscript and recognized at a glance that the things on it were written with a professional shorthand feather pen.

　　 This kind of shorthand quill pen is very characteristic. They usually record the text according to the owner's idea, and also distort, modify the dialogue, and add expressions and action descriptions.

　　 Felix had seen this stuff in Rita Skeeter’s house.

　　 He looked at it seriously--

　　 Witched Mouth Wizard: My head hurts a bit, as if a spoon is constantly digging in my head. What's wrong with me?

　　 (Extraordinary) Adventurer: This is normal~www.novelmt.com~ Come, drink some juice, it is good for you.

　　 The wry mouth wizard drank the juice mixed with an unknown potion in pain.

　　 (Extraordinary) Adventurer: Let us continue to tell the story about werewolves. You have chatted a lot in the bar these past two days. Have you forgotten? I bought you a lot of wine. But I want to know more details... By the way, can I see your memory later? After all, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and readers need immersive stories.

　　 Cocky Mouth Wizard: I don’t know, something is wrong, there is a problem...

　　 (extraordinary) Adventurer: How could it be? Please look at me, I can help you.

　　The adventurer raised his wand.

　　 Felix read these three pages of parchment with a solemn expression, the matter was more serious than he thought.

　　 He came up with the general logic: Lockhart found the target in the tavern, and he spent a few days talking about it, or to say that he became friends with this hapless guy, and then either sneak attack or drug, in short, he controlled the target.

After 　　 Lockhart used memory magic or something similar to Veritaserum to get the full story.

　　 "What do you want me to do?" Felix asked calmly.

　　 "Of course it is to reveal his true colors." Hermione said without hesitation.

　　 "The stuff on the shorthand quill pen is generally not regarded as evidence, but," Felix smiled, "As long as you know his behavior, the matter will be resolved."

　　 "I will tell Principal Dumbledore that he will handle it properly according to his ability. It really doesn't work. I can also take some less appropriate measures."

　　 Hermione wanted to talk but stopped.

　　 "Is there anything else?" Felix asked.

　　 "Professor, Ron’s trouble, we need your help."