A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 169: Nick LeMay?

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The old man panted for a while after speaking a few words, and his nose hummed slightly.

"You don't seem to be in good health, why are you here to join in the fun?" Felix cast an admiring glance at him.

"I live nearby, otherwise I wouldn't come, I can't stand the torment of apparition."

The old man waved his hand, and there was a crisp "click" sound from his arm.

Felix's teeth suddenly became gritty. He grinned and stretched his arms subconsciously.

There was a loud noise in the distance, and a irascible wizard fired fireworks into the hotel, and his behavior attracted a lot of imitations.

Both showed expressions of interest.

"It's interesting, isn't it?" said the old man cheerfully.

"Indeed, I like the pattern of that thunderbird," Felix said. "I guess he might be from the Thunderbird Academy in Ilvermorny."

The old man followed the firework that looked like an eagle, and said with some emotion: "I seldom walk outside these years, but now I want to walk more."

"There is always a lot of new things out there."

The old man agreed first, then shook his head and said: "Although people are different, what happens is always similar."

Felix said: "Really? I think that everything I experience is unique."

The old man smiled happily, "The vigor that belongs only to young people - I am used to defining the world with my own eyes. But I am old, and the old man prefers to use various rules as a bond to embed himself into the world." A location."

"Rule?"

"It's actually some self-discipline principles. After experiencing some people and some things, you tell yourself what you can do, or what you can't do, and then strictly abide by it. It's a bit like signing a magic contract, but the object is the future. of myself."

"Is there any point in that?" Felix asked.

"I'm not sure," replied the old man, "but at least it keeps me happy."

"By limiting yourself?"

"This is the survival philosophy I have acquired through a long life." The old man said.

Felix does not approve of this approach, he hates being restricted and restrained, especially self-limiting.

The old man rummaged through his pockets tremblingly, and after about half a minute, he found a copper pocket watch.

"Click." The pocket watch popped open, with a dial on one side and a photo on the other.

The photo shows a young couple.

The old man murmured: "Her name is Perenal, my wife, we met when we were in school in Beauxbatons, a good girl, three years older than me, I still remember the first time I saw her In a sea of ​​flowers, I saw her at a glance..."

Felix blinked: "It can be seen that your marriage is very happy."

"Yeah, yeah..." His voice was inaudible.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and the fireworks event in the distance had been stopped by the staff of the Ministry of Magic.

"Do you think they'll come to a conclusion?" Felix changed the subject.

"Frankly speaking, I think it is difficult. I have dealt with these people... The American magic community has suffered a lot from the "Secrecy Act", and will not easily compromise." The old man said: "They are very good at this. Stubborn."

Felix said optimistically: "Someone will always force them to change their minds. Not this time, and next time, their opponents are still young."

"It makes sense, these little guys have a natural advantage."

…

"I'm leaving."

After a while, the old man said that he gave Felix a small present before leaving.

"This is... a looking glass?"

"Yeah, it's a very interesting gadget. I send out a lot of gifts these days, which may have something to do with my short lifespan." The old man said with a smile.

"Wizards still have ways to live longer. I know a witch. She should be 120 or 30 years old, and her body is still very strong." Felix comforted the old man.

He was referring to Professor Geselda Marchban of the Wizarding Examinations Bureau, who had proctored Dumbledore's NEWTs.

The old man smiled, "Maybe it's not suitable for me... It's a pleasure chatting with you, Felix Hemp."

"You know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.

"Ha, a friend of mine recommended your book, it's very interesting, the wizarding world needs a pair of eyes that look outside."

The old man waved his hands and left tremblingly.

…

Felix returned to the hotel, the dilapidated auditorium and the charred marks all disappeared, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack never happened.

He saw a specialist in Muggle studies staring dreamily at the statue in front of the hotel - its head had been smashed out.

Felix was not embarrassed by the staff, and successfully found the French pride Maxwell - he is like a door **** at the moment, guarding outside the auditorium, and there are three other French prides performing duties with him Ro.

"Still talking inside?"

"It should be said that they are still arguing." Maxwell said.

"It's pretty quiet."

"Wait a minute," he said with great experience, "three, two, one, here we come!"

There was an exaggerated roar from the auditorium, "Marcus! As the chairman of the Magical Congress of America, shouldn't he be responsible for the actions of his subordinates! Look at the bad things you have done! I am ashamed of you !”

"Look, am I right?" Maxwell gave Felix a pleasant look. "I love the Minister to death, he has been scolding that Yankee for half an hour."

Felix looked at him speechlessly.

After the joke, Maxwell talked about the business, "The meeting was cancelled, and everyone else in the hotel was notified to leave. This will be used as a temporary meeting place to discuss the current series of troublesome matters."

"Meaning, I have to pack up and leave?"

"No no, it's your colleague, she left first, let me tell you." He blinked, "Lucky guy, you have won the friendship of French and American magic circles at the same time. The latter is useless...but at least, no one can drive you away, and you can even ask to observe the entire negotiation process."

Felix guessed that Celeste definitely didn't say that he snooped on her memory, but even if he said it, it wouldn't hurt him, and he had too many reasons to justify.

On the surface, he was the hero who stopped the attack and prevented things from slipping in an irreversible direction. He also saved the life of a student at Ilvermorny who was studying. From this perspective, everyone from the chairman of the Magical Congress of America to the principal of Ilvermorny should express their gratitude to him.

The same goes for the French Ministry of Magic. Felix was originally part of the hapless army that was invited to the meeting but unfortunately was attacked, but he turned the tide on his own. He really couldn't ask for more.

"Forget it." Felix refused straight away, he wasn't interested in it, it was so messy inside, he felt a little sympathetic to Dumbledore.

"What about the group of students?"

"I'm watched by two professors from Ilvermorny."

…

Felix doesn't want to wait too long~IndoMTL.com~ It's going to be hard to wait until the specific results come out, maybe the whole summer vacation may not end. He was going to go back to his room to get his things and leave. Hogwarts still had a lot of things to do.

But when he was cleaning the room, he suddenly thought of something.

"What is it?"

He quickly recalled that today's experience started to go backwards from "this moment", from the conversation with Maxwell, to the Muggle research expert in front of the statue, to meeting an interesting old man by chance...

"Perenal, I seem to have seen this name somewhere."

Felix thought, "No, that's not the point. The name is very common, but I feel something strange."

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The scene of talking with the old man is constantly shown in the thinking cabin——

After a long while, he suddenly sat up and said in an uncertain tone, "Nick Lemay?"