A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next morning, Valenrai was reluctant to get up under the velvet quilt, so Felix tucked the chirping alarm clock into his little quilt.

Warren turned off the alarm in dissatisfaction, pushed it out, smack his lips dazedly, and rolled over to sleep better.

Felix came to the auditorium. The weather outside was gloomy and humid, and the owls' feathers were wet with the mist in the air. A brown owl circled him twice, dropping a copy of the Daily Prophet.

He unfolded the newspaper, and it didn't mention yesterday's attack on the Minister of Magic. Instead, a picture of Ms. Burns standing in front of Thief Falls was on the front page. In the photo, she looks at the camera calmly, with a very reassuring expression, next to several background boards - the Aurors stand behind her with solemn expressions, Sirius is leaning against the wall, poking at the anti-thief waterfall with his wand Water curtain.

When Felix appeared in the Ancient Rune Classroom, a student was already waiting at the door.

"Good morning, Professor Hepp." Colin Creevey said enthusiastically.

"How are you, Mr. Creevey, come in." After two months, Felix opened the door of the classroom for the first time, and there was a smell of accumulated dust mixed with damp and corrupt air. The corners were covered with dark brown mildew.

"Tsk." Felix said, waving his wand, the windows in the classroom all opened, and then a whirlwind blew out of thin air in the room, the desks and chairs rattled, and Creevey's face flashed with excitement, After more than ten seconds, a cloud of gray air flew out along the window, and the air in the classroom became fresh and comfortable again.

"Mildew spots next, all delicate work," muttered Felix, pointing his wand at the stubborn dark brown patches, the tip of which emitting streaks of light, and as the light hit the wall, the The traces disappeared immediately.

"Is it a cleaning spell, Professor? I can help!" Creevey volunteered. Felix had no choice but to take out his wand and, like Felix, wanted to chant the spell silently. After a few failures, he had to chant the spell honestly: "Clean up! Clean up! new!"

After ten minutes, they stared sharply at the classroom, searching for possible stains. "It's almost there, let me think about it, because I love labor, I will add 10 points." Felix said, and when he came to the window, there was a drizzle outside, which was blown into the classroom by the wind, hitting his face cold. sizzling.

Krivi found a seat in the front, took out the "Practical Rune (Elementary)", and asked with interest: "Professor, what new teaching aids have you prepared this year, can you tell us in advance?"

"Why do you say that?" Felix looked at him from the window.

"Because the professor prepares new things every year," Creevey counted one by one, clasping his fingers: "The first year - oh, I was still in first grade at the time - it was a magic puppet, and the second year was a variety of All kinds of looking glasses, the third year is the rune card... I just want to know what new teaching aids this year will come here ahead of time."

"Ah, you have to say that... Isn't that what you have in your hand?"

Creevey blinked and looked down at the Practical Rune (Elementary) in his hand, the expression on his face suddenly collapsed and he was disappointed. "But—" he stammered, "this is just a collection of practical runes."

"Okay." Felix shook his left hand, and the ring flashed a little light - with a loud "bang", a large box fell on the table.

Creevey's eyes widened. He leaned down and stared at the contents of the box—small sticks of various kinds that looked like quills and wands, except that one end had been sharpened. The surface of these small wooden sticks is painted with some strange patterns, which look like letters and rune symbols, but they are all specious.

"The Rune Knife," Felix explained, "it appeared two years ago, but I haven't promoted it. After all, the magic wand is not too bad. However, as the ancient Rune becomes more and more perfect, some It is necessary to make a more detailed division, just like the cauldron of the Potions class, which also has various models over the centuries: ordinary, self-stirring, foldable, special materials, etc..."

This is actually the suggestion of Hyderstrom Villa.

Krivi looked at the box and asked, "Professor, how should I choose the right rune knife for me?"

"Oh, the material is actually the same - even from the same chestnut, the pattern is different at most, but it doesn't affect the use. You can choose the one you like, first come first served -" Felix said, seeing his interest I picked it up vigorously, with a sigh of relief.

After Warren learned to write, he liked to paint everywhere with a paint brush. Felix cut a whole chestnut tree into planks of the same height as Warren, so that he could write and draw easily on it. Except for a few 'works' that are fairly passable and collected by Felix, the rest of the materials are all in the box.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Creevey picking up a carving knife and surveying the pattern on it with awe. Felix decided to keep this secret, no, keep this tradition, and add some unusable patterns to the carving knife in the future...

At this time, two more students entered the classroom. Ginny and Luna looked at Creevey, who was about to lie down in the box, with curious eyes.

...

Felix stood on the podium. The students in the audience each had a rune knife in their hands, chatting and discussing. They even guessed the meaning of the pattern seriously. Seeing that the topic was brought up to "some mysterious African script", he hurriedly announced the start of the class.

"As you already know, this course has a separate practical part, which means that the value of Practical Rune is recognized by the Wizarding Examination Authority and incorporated into the exam. According to the first edition of the assessment standards, the O.W.Ls exam will only involve depicting common The rune symbol and rune circuit of the N.E.W.Ts exam will only involve rune spells, such as the Bright Fire Spell…”

Rune spells are not as easy to learn as you think, and the minimum requirement is to master a practical rune magic symbol. Few students in the class can actually do that. To be precise, excluding Ginny and Luna, who are members of the Rune Club, this number is currently zero.

At the end of a class, Felix collected his summer homework and announced that he was dismissed. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and there were several muffled thunder sounds from time to time. At noon, Felix finished eating in the auditorium and saw that the door of the staff lounge was left open. He pushed the door open and walked in.

"Oh, whoever it is, help close the door, thanks—it's a little noisy outside," said Professor McGonagall's voice.

Felix closed the door and looked at a desk where the voice came from. But all he saw was the pile of parchment, which completely blocked Professor McGonagall's body. Felix waved his hand, and the fireplace ignited. The humidity in the house dissipated quite a bit.

"summer homework?"

"Yeah." Professor McGonagall raised his head and pushed his glasses, "The first week of school is the busiest, and there are a lot of things to deal with, summer homework, Quidditch selection, adjustment of course selection... Information on the Order of the Phoenix should also be timely. Tidying up, not to mention taking time to comfort Keridi—"

She suddenly shut up.

"Professor of Muggle Studies? What's wrong with her?" Felix asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.

"Well, you'll always know from somewhere else...she's got into some serious trouble."

Felix's impression of the professor was still two years ago, when they attended an unsuccessful international conference together. The professor mentioned that he was working on a popular science book on genes and heredity.

Thinking of this, a guess popped up in my mind-"There won't be any trouble with the Death Eaters looking for her, right?"

But it shouldn't, Rita Skeeter is still alive and well.

"Of course not, she—she was caught by the Muggle police," Professor McGonagall said with a snort out of her nose, "in her own words to ask a scholar for advice, and she accidentally let the wand Several sparks appeared, suspected of possessing a dangerous weapon."

this thing...

Felix smacked his lips, and after a while, he said dryly, "She wasn't punished, right?"

"The Ministry of Magic saw her as a professor, and the punishment was not serious - just a warning and a fine. Fortunately, she didn't get into Azkaban. She may have felt ashamed and submitted it to Dumbledore when she came back. The resignation report, but the principal did not agree. She has been staying in the office for the past few days, citing the preparation of a new book."

Felix raised his eyebrows and thought of the paper that Professor Boubaji was planning to publish. He felt that this new book would cause an uproar. In fact, it was not that it could not be published, but it was a very sensitive time at this moment. In less than ten seconds, he came up with a solution—giving her a whole set of biology books.

Since she is determined to study, she should spend more time. When she fully understands, the battle may be over.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside again.

The rustling of the quill on the parchment was immediately overshadowed by the noise outside the door, followed by a rush of damp cold air into the house, the flames of the fireplace roaring violently, and stirring up a chain of fire on the red-burning wood. Mars.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut, and Snape walked in dragging his black robe, which remained unchanged for many years, with a thick stack of parchment floating behind him.

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