A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 180: A commission from Phineas Black

Felix walked out of the L.C.A building. It was already noon. He stopped by Xiaohongshu Book Company. To his surprise, his sample book "Magic" in the Muggle World has been completed up.

'The efficiency is really fast, I don't have to worry about it at all. ’

As a serious popular science book, this book is in the same line as his first two monographs on Muggle studies, and is expected to become a series.

At least that's what the elegant lady in the purple dress told him.

Felix also specifically asked about things that he hadn't paid attention to before, such as how his books got out of the UK and sold all over the world.

From her answer, Felix understood that there are two ways to spread the book around the world. One is to obtain the recommendation of the Ministry of Magic of the country, but this method is limited in number and may be resisted by some countries because it is an official action; the other method is to become a member of the International Federation of Wizarding Publishers.

The International Wizarding Publishers Federation is a relatively loose international wizarding organization. Its members are top publishers from different countries. It holds gatherings in March and September every year to select some valuable books.

These lucky books will be sold in magic bookstores in different countries.

And Felix enjoyed this benefit without knowing it. For this, he expressed his thanks again.

"Your book is good enough, Mr. Hype. It's a win-win for us."

…

Felix has returned to school, and many professors have returned. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick decorated the Great Hall, and they were in a very happy mood, and Professor McGonagall even hummed a little tune.

The tall and burly Hagrid walked in carrying two three-meter-long foreign pine trees. Flitwick waved his wand gracefully, making them stand in a corner of the auditorium, hung with colorful paper tapes.

"Felix" Hagrid greeted gruffly.

"How's the lesson preparation going, Hagrid?" Felix asked.

Hagrid said heartily: "It went well. I went to the library to check a lot of information. I deliberately searched through the new books on the market. I dare say that the textbooks I chose are absolutely interesting."

"I remember that the textbook of this course has always been "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?"

"Ah, that's a textbook for the senior grades. I made a new attempt in the third grade... You told me that innovation needs to find a test product, and if it succeeds, it will be promoted to everyone."

"I'm looking forward to it, Hagrid."

Tomorrow is the first day of school, and the professors gathered at a square table for dinner that evening. Even the elusive Professor Trelawney came here wearing a scarf.

She whispered to a house-elf, "Get me some sherry, dear."

The elf stammered, "Okay, okay, ma'am."

Her figure disappeared, and after a while, she appeared staggeringly holding a large wine bottle, "Sorry, I didn't find a small bottle, only this one."

"Ha!" Trelawney's eyes lit up, "It's okay, it's not bad, very good."

"Would you like some?" She looked at Felix and shook the wine bottle, the liquor kept shaking.

"No, thank you." Felix politely declined.

Trelawney poured the wine on her own, and Professor Bubbaji next to her also drank a small glass.

Dumbledore appeared for the first time since they met in France. He looked in a good mood, and smiled as he took a plate of tea-colored pastries from Flitwick. Felix thought it might be because he had just gotten rid of The reason for a boring errand.

After dinner, he called Felix to a stop.

"Wait, Felix. Nick has a few books, I'll bring them to you." Dumbledore said with a wink.

So the two came to the principal's office, and Dumbledore said briskly, "Wait a minute, I put it on the bedside of the bedroom. When you're not around, I'll watch some of it every day."

Felix nodded, watching him walk up the revolving steps and disappear into the second floor of the office.

"That's Dumbledore's bedroom, what would it be like?" He thought curiously.

Not much has changed in the principal's office. The large circular room was filled with comical little sounds: the rhythmic breathing of Fox the phoenix on its gilded perch, the trifling whirling of silverware on slender-legged tables, The grunting sound of the headmaster's portrait.

Felix stared at the Sorting Hat lying quietly on the partition, hesitating whether to pick it up and study it.

"Hey, Slytherin boy!" said an uncomfortable voice.

Felix turned his head and looked over. It was a portrait on the wall. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of gilded small characters—

‘Phineas Nigellus Black, served from 1847 to 1925, graduated from Slytherin House. ’

Felix asked: "Principal Black, are you calling me?"

The portrait within the portrait hummed: "Otherwise, are there any other living people in this room?" His goatee was up and down, his eyebrows were slender, and he looked very unpleasant.

At this moment, he stretched out his hands to grab the photo frame, "Come closer, I have something to tell you." Seeing that Felix stood still and remained unmoved, his tone became urgent: "It's good for you!"

Felix was full of doubts, and it might not be his turn to benefit, but he still walked to the portrait of Principal Black.

The grunting in the other portraits disappeared, and they either opened their eyes generously to look at them, or half-closed their eyes, watching their interactions closely.

But Principal Black didn't say anything, and maybe even if he was dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do. So he said as quietly as possible: "Have you ever heard the name Sirius Black?"

"Yeah, he's a celebrity now ~IndoMTL.com~ broke out of Azkaban three weeks ago," Felix said.

Principal Black choked for a moment, and he said with some embarrassment: "That is the descendant of the noble Black family, my great-great-grandson!"

"Oh."

"You bad boy, what do you mean!" Principal Black yelled in a low voice, but then he said slyly: "We are all Slytherins, boy, I know what you think..."

"Listen, the Black family has a long history, and the old house has a rich collection of books, which is not comparable to those shabby ones in Hogwarts. Do you want it? Do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Bring him to me, not this me, but another portrait, remember, 12 Grimmauld Place."

Felix is ​​very interested in the Black family's collection of books, but he cautiously probed, "Don't tell me that the old house of one of the 28 pure-blood families has no defense measures."

"Listen, don't interrupt me, time is limited! You'll find it, I'm sure you can do it, but, you need something that's exclusive to the noble Black family... oh, Dumbledore Lido! When did you come back?"

Felix turned his head abruptly, and Dumbledore had already appeared at the railing on the second floor. He was standing with two books in his arms, expressionless.

But Dumbledore also raised his voice: "...betrayed his best friend, and he killed thirteen people, one of whom was also his best friend who had been with him day and night for ten years. Do you know his ending, Phineas? The staff at the scene could only find one of Peter's fingers and blood-stained clothes."

The old man walked up to the portrait and said in a cold tone that every wrinkle on his face contained anger. "And now, he escaped from prison, fantasizing about helping his old master regain his strength, even killing his godson, as godfather!"

There was no sound in the principal's office.