A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 113: Ministry of Magic

Saturday, February 4, at half past nine.

Felix, fully dressed, stood in the fireplace, disappearing into the office amidst a bright green flame.

When Felix came out from the common fireplace, he was already in Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is the most famous magical business district in the British wizarding world, where many famous shops, bars, offices and large enterprises gather.

Gringotts, the Leaky Cauldron, the main office of the Daily Prophet, Ollivander, Mrs. Malkin's robes, Lihen bookstore, drugstore, etc., which are closely related to little wizards, are all here.

But Felix was just passing by. He patted the dust off his body with his top hat, and in the next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark, narrow alley.

When Felix came out of the alley, he was standing on what looked like a deserted street, where there were only a few low, dilapidated office buildings, a tavern and a dusty car. Antique car.

He walked a certain distance, and came to a red telephone booth against the wall—it looked pretty bad, tattered, with large pieces of red paint peeling off, several pieces of glass were broken, and people who were slightly normal There will be no thought of finding out.

But Felix walked in, picked up the microphone hanging crookedly, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, an indifferent woman's voice echoed in the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell us your name and what you are going to do."

Felix said calmly: "Felix Haip, you are invited to attend the awarding ceremony of Mocles Belby."

"Thank you," said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and put it in front of your clothes."

A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, and it read: Felix Hemp, Immediately invited to visit.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall."

Felix pinned the badge on his robe. His thought at the moment was, is this woman a real person?

But the ground of the phone booth trembled suddenly, and he sank slowly into the ground. For about a minute, the phone booth stopped.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.

The door swung open, and Felix walked out. In front of him was a splendid hall.

He walked on a shiny dark floor, with a row of gilded fireplaces inlaid on the walls on both sides. For regular members of the Ministry of Magic, this is their way of commuting.

It may be the weekend, there are not many people, but there are also wizards in twos and threes who are still busy. A pimple-faced young man walked by with a tottering stack of parchment in his arms.

Felix looked at his back, who seemed to be his acquaintance just now?

He shook his head and walked past the fountain in the center of the hall to a table. Behind the desk sat a dirty-shaven wizard in peacock-blue robes.

Above his head is a sign that says "Security Check".

Felix tapped the table with his nails, "Good morning, sir, I'm here to register the wand." The wizard raised his head and put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

"Come this way," said the wizard in a listless tone.

As Felix approached him, the wizard held up a long golden rod, as thin as a car antenna, with which he swept Felix's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand." The security wizard muttered and stretched out his hand.

Felix flipped his wrist and popped a wand from his sleeve.

The wizard was stunned, "I saw many Aurors hiding their wands like this, are you a rookie Auror?"

"I work at Hogwarts." Felix said briefly.

"Oh, that's a good job..." The wizard's attitude became more enthusiastic, "My name is Eric Munch, and I'm usually in charge of security checks, and occasionally I also work as a security guard."

"Felix, you can call me that."

Eric tossed his wand onto a grotesque brass machine that looked like a scale. The machine started to vibrate slightly.

The wizard chatted excitedly: "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleburn is going to retire, is he still there now? His class is really terrible, when I was in school..."

"Mr. Munch," Felix interrupted him, "Professor Kettleburn is still teaching little wizards, and I am in charge of ancient runes."

As far as he knew, Professor Kettleburn was indeed going to retire, but there was a ready candidate to replace him——Rubeus Hagrid.

Dumbledore is actively rehabilitating him and restoring his reputation. But it seems that things are not going well, because the murderer who opened the secret room has not been caught, and Felix has already planned to throw the diary out at the right time.

But this matter must come after Dobby. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, he might not see that reckless little elf.

In fact, Dumbledore can solve the matter of restoring his reputation and appointing a professor by himself. He only needs to mention it at a certain festival dinner. But in order for Hagrid to use the wand openly, he must be recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

And the Ministry of Magic has always been the representative of hard-talking.

"Beep!" A narrow strip of parchment spit out quickly from the opening at the bottom of the brass machine, Eric tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Thirteen inches, ebony wood, the core is a dragon heartstring, and it has been used for ten years. Is that right?"

"Very accurate." Felix said gently ~IndoMTL.com~ I'll keep this," said the wizard, poking the parchment on a small brass nail. "You take this take it back. ’ He grabbed his wand.

"Thank you."

"Wait a minute," Eric stopped with his hand outstretched in the air, and across the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest.

He said slowly: "I remember you just mentioned that your name is Felix, Felix Hep? The one who made the eighty-seven duel agreement..."

The tip of Eric Munch's nose turned red, and the wings of his nose expanded excitedly, as if he had seen something remarkable.

"Can you tell me, what did you think at the time? I mean, that's one of the 28 pure bloods! Although I can't understand them - I'm a mixed blood, but they have existed for hundreds of years , still makes sense. But now one of them has left the UK for good, which is a shame..." he babbled.

Felix stretched out his hand calmly, and the black jade-like magic wand in the wizard's hand flew into his hand with a "swish", "I'm in a hurry, we will talk again when we have a chance." He nodded at Eric Munch head, turned and left.

Felix took the elevator to the second floor. Following the guidance of the house number all the way, he passed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Prohibited Misuse of Magic, Department of Prohibited Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment, and finally Found the Wizengamot Affairs Office.

On the left side of the office, there are two oak doors that open to the inside, which look very heavy. There is a conspicuous sign hanging on the door - living room No. 3.

When Felix approached, a very familiar voice with a drawn-out tone came from inside and said, "The taste of the potion is not important. My personal habit is to increase the amount of aconitum... "