A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Over the next two days, Felix found himself meeting Filch on various occasions.

From the staff lounge, the ancient rune classroom, to the entrance of the auditorium, behind a pillar in the hallway, he can be seen from time to time with his restrained and ingratiating face... Felix has been waiting for the Weasley twins to be locked up. news, the result was completely silent. He reckoned Filch had spent his entire time figuring out how to 'run into' him.

On the third morning, Filch squatted at the door of the ancient Rune's office with buckets, rags and other cleaning tools, panting and working.

"Hey..." Filch showed his big yellow teeth, "Professor Haipu, I saw that the door is a little dirty..."

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

Filch slid in as he shied away, showing agility that didn't match his age. His eyes seemed to light up when he saw Warren entertaining himself on the couch and using his exclusive wand to control a bunch of colorful little people dancing.

"Mr. Filch?" Felix called twice before he recovered.

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

"Thanks," Felix said briefly. "Bang." He closed the door.

...

"I'm a Squib, Mr. Hepp," Filch whispered. "Squib means—"

"I know the definition of a Squib," Felix said. "We can get to the point quicker because I see that you seem to be struggling for a long time."

"Oh, good, good," Filch said pitifully, "Squib... well, we're never taken seriously, we're second-class citizens, not even as good as those house-elves, at least they can use magic... You don't You know, I have to carry a kerosene lamp every day to fight wits and bravery with those naughty students who don't go home at night..."

"I remember the school bought a batch of small magic lamps," Felix reminded him.

"Yes, yes, but the lights are too bright to catch people," Filch said slyly.

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

Filch did a good job, but he also expanded his powers indefinitely, and repeatedly suggested that the school resume corporal punishment. The root cause is naturally jealousy of students.

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

"...We don't even have birth records! The only way to prove our identity is to look up our parents' names...When I was ten and didn't show any magical abilities, my family was frustrated. Eleven When I was 10 years old, of course I didn't get a letter from Hogwarts, and they started discussing to send me away to a Muggle school, but they couldn't get it to work because there was a war outside at the time!" Old Filch exasperated Said: "There are dead people everywhere, they are terrified and they have to leave me... and pretend I am not there because I make them feel ashamed and other relatives in the family don't come..."

"Professor Heppe—Mr. Heppe—you know how much ridicule I've been given. I wandered around the wizarding world by myself as an adult, and if it wasn't for the encouragement of Ms. Oakbeth..."

"Idris Oakbeth?" Felix asked.

"It's her. She's a good person, better than anyone else. It's a pity that she died ten years ago. Good people don't live long..." Filch said emotionally.

Felix blinked, and he heard a similar statement still in the principal's office, the fat Slughorn eating a frosted pineapple and lamenting the misfortune of one of his favorite students, Lily. Felix thought these words were sincere, since Slughorn had paid the price of a vial of Flux.

And the full name of Oakbeth in Filch's mouth is Idris Oakbeth. Her only well-known contribution is the founding of the Squib Support Association.

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

"More than 20 years ago, I was still doing some handymen everywhere, and I was reluctant to even buy newspapers. Every day I picked up what was left over from others, until one day," Filch suddenly blushed and his eyes widened: " Do you know what I saw?"

"A job posting?"

Felix pictured in his mind a stubborn, cynical, idle middle-aged man: doing a lowly job with a fire of jealousy inside. He certainly had better options, but he had spent his entire childhood in the wizarding world, and letting Filch go would kill him. He just hung around like that, until one day, the middle-aged man got a newspaper from a trash can—or from some wizard on the street—that changed his fate forever.

Seeing the job posting above, there was Filch, the Keeper of Hogwarts Castle.

"That's right! I'm still here at Hogwarts! Thirty years late, but still here, I see young students, sir, you don't know how jealous I am of them..." Filch said as if Crazy, half of his face twisted and trembled strangely, as if for the first time he was freely revealing the dark secrets in his heart.

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

Luckily Filch pulled a dirty handkerchief out of his pocket in time. He blew his nose ferociously, and the corners of the handkerchief flew around. Filch raised his head, showing a red nose, and smiled ingratiatingly: "Mr. Hepp, I made you laugh. You are one of the few people in the school who helped me, and I don't think there is any need to hide—"

He met a pair of silver eyes, and silver light covered the pupils and the whites of his eyes. He had never seen such a scene before, and he was speechless in horror.

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

Filch felt inexplicable. He wanted to explain at the beginning of the conversation, but Felix stopped him. Now Felix picked up the topic again. Filch thought he was mocking him. The face becomes ugly.

"Like many concepts in the magical world, the squib is a very broad concept, and we can define it from various angles." Felix said calmly: "The common definition in the magical world is that you are born in a wizarding family, but you cannot show it. Anyone with magical abilities is called a Squib."

Filch looked at him blankly.

"Hai, Professor Haipu?"

"I hope you'll notice the subtle difference here, which is the key to keeping the conversation going—" Filch's face showed a palpable confusion, but he kept his mouth shut. Professor Hepp's expression at the moment was a little scary. "—Many parents are actually unable to determine whether their children are Squibs, and there is no way to quantify... What really makes them give up is the notice from Hogwarts. If they receive them, they are naturally not Squibs. Even if he started casting spells Very lame... Have you actually had the experience of casting spells?" Felix asked suddenly.

Filch was stunned, and he said falteringly, "I didn't, didn't—"

"No, you don't understand what I mean..." Felix's silver eyes stared at him, at the meager magic within him like a stubborn stone, but this is just an exaggerated metaphor, from any angle, magic and stone It's all two different things. They can't be the same.

Felix murmured, "Not some complete spell, but those tiny, occasional, even delusional experiences: fiddling with a small piece of paper, taking some of the force off the cup before it shatters...you Have this experience, haven't you?"

"I..." Filch thought hard, looking like he was thinking, "I think so... that's right!" he exclaimed suddenly, startling Warren again, who raised his little wand to block it. Front. Filch tried his best to widen his eyes, flashing 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... ...looks a little dazed, and then it's gone...does that count?"

He looked at Felix expectantly.

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

After half an hour, Filch left excitedly.

"Mr. Filch," Felix stopped him from behind, "your magical response is too weak, if you don't mind, I want to ask—"

"Oh, no, that's good enough for me," Filch smiled cheerfully, holding a small jewel-encrusted stick in both hands, "even if it only works once in ten, it's for me. Great thing!"

But not to me, Felix thought.

After careful research, he found out that Filch's magical fluctuations were much weaker than Warren's. Even comparing Warren and Filch together is a bit bullying. Although Warren is a sniff, it is a normal sniff, not a squib.

In terms of talent, it simply slaps Filch.

Felix spent a lot of thought, and finally added five 'amplification loops' to be slightly effective. The result was the little stick in Filch's hand that was encrusted with seven gems: one for storing magic power, five for engraving amplification circuits, and only the last contained the real magic -- a cleansing spell.

So far it can only reach this level.

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

Filch blinked twice and asked tentatively, "You want to meet them?"

Felix shrugged. "As you said, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have their names. It's hard to find them..."

Closing the door, Felix sat on the sofa and played Crackling Blast with Warren.

But his mind had flown elsewhere.

The Squib has always played the role of an invisible man. In contrast, the Ministry of Magic has recently launched a series of preferential policies to attract werewolves to take the initiative to register, which is enough to illustrate their attitude.

A Filch of course doesn't matter, but the Squibs are a natural link between the wizarding world and the ordinary world. If one day the wizarding world is forced to open, Felix can think of the most suitable candidate for going back and forth between the two worlds is the Squib group.

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

Gotta find something for them to do.

"Ha! (You lost!)"

Felix came back to his senses and found that Warren was holding a small notebook to record quickly, 'On a certain day, a certain month, a certain year, the Great Demon King lost to the genius Sniff Warren for the first time...' Felix was peeking at the side. Sis confiscated the book in a fit of anger.

"This one doesn't count, let's play another hundred rounds!"

...

In the last ancient rune class before Christmas, Felix looked at the students in the audience who were completely in the mood for class.

"Professor, Professor Flitwick allows us to move freely in class," a student suggested boldly. His words drew a low voice of approval, "Yeah, professor, you only need the last two minutes to set up your homework." Another student said boldly.

Felix looked at them with a half-smile, "It's not impossible. I'll do my homework first. If you think the rest of the time should be free, I totally agree..."

Depressed cheers rang out from the audience, and the two students who spoke received heroic stares.

"Since some students can't cast spells over the holidays, I'm not keeping the practice assignments. It's all on the 'answer parchment' and you'll notice 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.

Harry stared at the 'Christmas tree': there was a little lion under the tree, looking silly. It kept jumping up and opened its claws to pull down the gift box hanging on the branch, but it was a waste of effort.

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

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

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

"Yeah, looks pretty festive," Harry muttered, not the slightest hint of joy on his face.

"You know, O.W.Ls," Felix said happily from the podium, and after a while, pretending to just see the gloomy atmosphere in the classroom, "Oh, come on, I've always wanted you guys to be happy. Study hard... so, I can give you a chance."

All the students raised their heads.

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

The students who had just shouted about the freedom of movement were dumbfounded. They stared blankly for a long time, and finally looked at Felix.

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

This speech basically marked the end of the open and secret struggle between the professor and the students, and the students were completely defeated.

Of course, they also think it's worth it.

Harry spread out the thick test paper just as he was about to answer it, but Hermione made the paper "whoosh". He couldn't help but glanced to the side, and found Hermione was quickly scanning the whole exam paper, with a look of joy on his face. Harry's heart is full of heart, and he will soon discover a secret.

The test paper is divided into ten parts, including translation, reasoning, and examining the steps of making twelve kinds of amulets. Thinking of the professor's explanation just now, Harry immediately started from what he was best at. Ron, who was on the side, answered the question in silence. Harry used his mouth to signal twice that he didn't find out, so he had no choice but to give up.

Time passed, and there was only the subtle rustle of a quill rubbing against the parchment in the classroom, which sounded pleasing to the eye.

Finally, the get out of class bell rang.

Harry raised his head and looked around the classroom. It was found that very few students had finished answering the test paper, only Hermione stared at the test paper and checked it, muttering words in her mouth.

"Stop answering the questions," Felix announced, all the test papers flying towards him, neatly stacked on the podium. "I'll finish making corrections before the holiday... Well, you can leave now."

The students exchanged looks of excitement and excitement with each other as they packed up and left the classroom.

"You go first," Draco Malfoy said to his two henchmen, and Crabbe and Goyle frowned and didn't seem to understand, until he said it again, and they shrugged and left alone .

Draco stood in front of Felix, fine beads of sweat dripping from his nose.

"That's it, Professor Hepp—" he said hesitantly.

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

Draco was stunned 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 looked up at him, and there was no anger in his face. He stammered, "No, no, it's me...I think...well, you've always taken good care of me, teaching me not only Disillusionment and Apparition, but even Occlumency Deep magic, even if my father knew about it, I would be grateful."

Felix looked down at him, his buff hair and pointy chin exactly like his father's. Felix didn't speak for a long time.

"Don't think too much, many things are not up to you, all you have to do is enjoy a happy Christmas holiday."

"But Potter and the others—" Draco said disapprovingly, a blush on his pale face.

"They're not like you," Felix said firmly. "Merry Christmas in advance, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco turned abruptly and walked away, he pushed open the door - "Draco?" he heard the professor's voice say, and Draco turned his head excitedly. Professor Heppe stood in front of the huge window, and the clean and clear sunlight from outside poured into the classroom and fell on the professor's back. It made him completely unable to see the man's face, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Is your wand made of hawthorn?" the professor asked.

"Yes, Professor," Draco said.

"Wands made of this material are particularly suitable for medical magic, so you might think about it."