A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix pursed his lips.

"No kidding, just a question: How am I going to play myself?" Memories frowned, seeming genuinely troubled by this.

"Just don't jump too far," Felix said.

Memory made a rude gesture, and Felix asked darkly, "Where did you learn it?"

"A student," Memories said irresponsibly. "I can tell you his name, I remember it well."

Felix stepped out of classroom 7, to the Room of Requirement, and then to the Shrieking Shack. After a few Apparitions, he was already standing near an abandoned warehouse. Lying in the warehouse lay a man with a large tie, with grey knotted hair and a beard, deeply sunken eyes and long yellow nails on his dirty fingers, not so much a man. Rather, it's more like a beast.

Felix noticed the dense scratch marks on the ground.

"Fenrir Greyback?"

Greyback whimpered with a rag in his mouth.

"Oh, I forgot." Felix said insincerely, he waved, the rag was removed, and the man spat on the ground. This made him show the sharp teeth in his mouth, and the canker sores at the corners of his mouth could be seen. At this moment he squinted from the ground and said incredulously: "Felix Hepper? You sent someone to arrest me?"

"It's me. What did Voldemort ask you to do?" Felix's sharp eyes pierced straight into Fenrir's eyes like a sharp sword.

"Didn't Voldemort stamp you? Oh, sorry, he probably doesn't think much of you," Felix said.

Greyback moved like a corpse, the fierce light in his eyes became smart, and he whispered: "...that's cooperation..."

"Cooperation? Do you really think you are qualified?"

Felix cast the Stunning Charm, and the werewolf fell straight down.

After a long time, Lupin and Tonks suddenly appeared from the air, and the two raised their wands and looked around vigilantly. "What's the address here?" Tonks whispered. "That's right, that's what the note that suddenly fell on my desk said," Lupin said, vaguely guessing who it was, but with Tonks by his side, he couldn't go into details. Any contraband is bad.

"Over there." Tonks said vigilantly. The two moved to the edge of the warehouse step by step, and they cooperated tacitly with each other. Lupin felt even more frustrated when he realized this.

The lock of the warehouse couldn't help them. He opened the heavy iron door. When he saw what was inside, his body froze.

Meanwhile, Felix was back in classroom seven, and whatever Lupin was going to do, he wanted to. But he reckoned Lupin wouldn't kill Greyback as long as he didn't lose his mind, even if the werewolf bit him as a child.

So Felix left a spell on Greyback, let his sins wither along with his body.

The students who were still in class in classroom 7 knew nothing about all this, not even the change of professors. They only know that Professor Hepu took them to classroom 7. They came to a glade and sat on huge, bare tree stumps, with pea shoots hanging from the sky. Professor Hepu was very unimpressive. Sitting in a hammock made of vines, he taught them a lesson.

"Does anyone know what we've learned recently...Yeah, that's right, good memory...hey, didn't I tell you? Combining the core runes of the twelve amulets is an ancient magic...don't say? So cunning...it's okay, I'll show you..."

"Professor is very lively today," Fred said, looking at the memory swinging.

"Maybe want to try a different style," George said. "It's tiring to keep the same face."

"Makes sense, we can try."

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in the air and took their professor away. The students looked at each other. Before he could react, the professor appeared again. Felix cleared his throat and said to the stunned student on the stump, "Well, does anyone know what I just said? Bonus points..."

After class, the students filed out of the classroom.

"Professor must be lazy, maybe went to Professor McGonagall for tea."

"Why Professor McGonagall?"

"Oh, don't you think she was very temperamental when she was young? If only I could be so elegant in the future."

In the afternoon, Felix saw a lot of new faces in the school, a dozen or so adult wizards, and he only knew a few of them. There were people from the Wizarding Exam Authority, there were people from the Apparition Testing Center, and two of them impressed him - Dolores Umbridge and Chesterton Avery.

"Tsk tsk, it's not difficult at all," Felix said. "No, you can't take it lightly." His eyes swept past the dozen or so adult wizards present, and perhaps there were real inner responses hidden in these people.

Dumbledore gave them a warm welcome, after which he chatted in a low voice with his old friend, Professor Tofody.

"Didn't Professor Marcheban come this time?" said Dumbledore gently.

"She was busy with the exam papers, and the people from the Apparition Test Center took the lead, but they were short-staffed, so a group of people was temporarily transferred from the department." Professor Tofody said.

These adult wizards in the crowd looked around excitedly. After graduation, they rarely had the chance to come back. When they returned to school, they felt much younger all of a sudden.

"Can we walk around?" asked a round-faced witch.

"Of course, Corina," Dumbledore pointed at Professor McGonagall with his white-gloved finger, "Minerva will arrange everything." The round-faced witch shrank her neck when she heard the name, her voice a little bit Faintly said: "Mike, Professor McGonagall, good morning."

"It's afternoon, Miss Corina," said Professor McGonagall sternly.

"Oh... good afternoon."

"Amos! Come and see, I've found something good," called Wicky Tekros, a wizard in an old-fashioned hat, from the foyer. !"

He was the instructor of the Apparition class at the Ministry of Magic, and he came to the school basically once a year, and he put his strangely pale face on the bulletin board with a look of surprise.

"Is it a club?" Amos Diggory asked from a distance from the door of the auditorium. "I heard Seid mention it during the holidays..."

Waikki Tekros didn't speak. He carefully pulled out a piece of colorful parchment from under the bulletin board and said with admiration, "This looks like a newspaper? Let me see."

"The sales of the Bird and Snake Breaking Shell documentary is gratifying. The shooter is a sniff - eh? I don't know - the Weasley twins yelled at a pair of armor late at night, and the administrator who heard the news came Filch caught - tsk, was the exam too stressful, think back then, uh - Filch cast a high-profile spell, breaking the squib rumors - Professor Sinista's schedule was chaotic, often getting up at noon - Professor Bubagi was intentional Changed the Muggle studies course to farming, and the students complained--ha, that's so interesting, the newspaper is called 'The Wall of Mysteries'?"

"Do you like this name? I picked it up with my own hands. It's the name of a song." A voice asked. "Oh, uh," Wicky Tekros lowered his head, looked at the little girl who suddenly jumped out, and looked at the newspaper, "is this your newspaper?"

"yes."

Wicky Tekros stared at the parchment and asked tentatively, "Little girl, your name is Mafalda?"

Mafalda nodded proudly, and she changed the subject fluently, "So can you tell me what you guys do?"

"You're interviewing me, little girl? You should only be in first grade?"

"This has nothing to do with our interviews, I interviewed a lot of big people." Mafalda straightened her chest, trying to make herself look taller.

Wicky Tekros felt a little amused, "Yeah, who's there?"

"Let me think about it, three Merlin winners, three full members of the Alliance Against the Dark Arts, captain of the Quidditch team, president of the Boys' and Girls' Union, contestants of last year's Tournament, and some future celebrities... Also targeting professors. And Headmaster Dumbledore." Mafalda said solemnly.

The more the two grown-up wizards listened, the more surprised they became. "Is there Cedric Diggory?" Amos asked impatiently. "I'm his father."

"Yes! He's one of the future celebrities, the kind that can get a chocolate frog card."

"You can expect this?" Wicky Tekros felt rather absurd, and he wanted to hear the little girl's reason.

"Yeah, he has published a lot of articles on "Spell Man", but the real reason is his Golem Club, which has just changed its name recently." Mafalda tilted her head and looked at the yellowed wall. In the announcement, he vowed: "It's not just him, I have a hunch that many clubs here will become giants in the future, and I'm witnessing history with my own eyes..."

Amos Diggory and Wicky Tekros looked at each other, and Amos admitted that he was a little persuaded. He was recently troubled by a family matter, and this little girl seemed to give him the answer. But Wicky Tekros won't forget what he just saw on the bulletin board, he doesn't know how the 'S.P.E.W.' and 'Snoring Horned Beasts Must Exist in the Club' can become behemoths.

He happened to know the origin of the horned snoring beast, it was a third-rate tabloid in the magic world, and the editor-in-chief seemed to be abnormal...

"So, little girl with a keen sense of smell, what about you? What's your position on yourself?" asked Wicky Tekros.

"Me? I'm just a recorder of history." Mafalda said happily, "Of course, it doesn't prevent me from making money, so are you going to be interviewed? I can pay a fee, two sicos per person..."