A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 268: Speech (2
Walsh Cedric led the way, and he kept going, "We need to hurry up, Minister Fudge can't wait."
Felix said: "I didn't know I was going to meet him again."
"It was decided temporarily. Minister Fudge's daily schedule is very full. Originally, he would not pay attention to these trivial matters, but——we are here."
He pushed open a heavy door, and a simple and solemn living room appeared in front of him.
The furnishings in the living room are very similar to the No. 3 living room that Felix visited before. There are more than a dozen rows of shiny black chairs in it, and a small podium in front of the living room.
"This way—" Felix was led down from the curtain on the side of the podium, through an inconspicuous small door, and came to a more private room.
Fudge was solemnly buried in a newspaper, with a thick stack of clippings beside him. Hearing the voice, he raised his head and laughed enthusiastically, "Felix Haip, nice to meet you."
"Minister Fudge, this is not the first time we have met, what can you do for me?"
"Ah, of course... When Dorothea wrote to me, I realized that I had missed an outstanding person—" He patted his protruding belly, the shiny copper-colored button He struggled to maintain the dark red vest, "Professor of Ancient Runes, Muggle research expert, and a hidden master of memory damage treatment-look at it, I'm a little envious of you."
Felix understood that it seemed that the news that he had cured the Longbottoms had finally reached the minister's ears, and it was Mrs. Dorothea Boham who told him.
"...Old Bernie in the Wizengamot's office has submitted a proposal, and now we are waiting for the verification results from St. Mungo's. If there is no problem, the second-level medal-this is the most basic; the first-level medal It's not hopeless."
"Sounds good," Felix said slowly.
"I need to convince some people, use some connections..." said Fudge, his fat fingers folded together, "I like to exchange."
"Like what?" Felix asked curiously, wanting to know what Fudge was up to.
"Dolores has been in some trouble, and I'd like her to take over the position of Deputy Minister, but she's not senior enough right now, and needs an irrefutable feat, like—catch Sirius Black, of course, Under my leadership," said Fudge, fiddling with the quill in his hand.
Felix asked patiently: "I can't help you catch him, the Ministry of Magic has many Aurors and strikers."
"Actually, what I mean is—if you can convince Dumbledore to let Dolores bring some people into Hogwarts... Believe me, I'm doing it for the good of the students there, Black is an extremely cruel A criminal who can do anything," said Fudge, filled with righteous indignation.
Felix gave him a deep look, "I will think about it, Minister Fudge." He looked at the time, "The speech is about to start, I need a few minutes to prepare."
Fudge obviously didn't expect him to refuse outright, he was taken aback, "I'll wait for your reply, I will let Dolores find you."
"I may not have time in the near future—" Felix said, "Maybe, let me make an appointment with Dumbledore for you?"
"Either—actually—" Fudge faltered, his voice somewhat embarrassed: "It doesn't have to be... well, I'll go and talk to Dumbledore."
Felix came out of the room and shook his head. He was a little uncertain if Fudge really overheard the news of his coming, so let's try it; there was still a plan, but judging from the emotions sensed by Legilimency Well, Fudge is not so easy to give up.
He couldn't help thinking: This minister really trusts Dolores Umbridge, doesn't he know that this woman is not very popular? When Felix stood on the podium in the living room No. 3, looking at the crowd of people below, he suddenly had a thought:
Perhaps it was because of Umbridge's poor popularity that Fudge was able to reuse him. At least in the eyes of outsiders, it is not surprising that she did anything bad, and the fire did not burn Fudge's head at all.
He thought of the relationship between the ancient emperor and the courtiers. How many of the things the courtiers did were ordered by the emperor himself?
Felix looked over the crowd and officially started his speech.
"Some of you may know me, or have heard my name, but there are still many who don't know what I do. So far, I have written a total of three Muggle-related books. , sort of an expert on the subject." He raised his wand, letting his name appear in the air.
Felix quickly skipped the self-introduction part and entered today's topic.
"I'm assuming that you are here today purely out of interest, or willing to accept some fresh insights because of work..."
"From the list of listeners, you should be the group of people who have the closest connection with ordinary people. To a certain extent, I agree with you, the eyes of wizards looking to the outside world."
"But how many people realize this?"
There was some commotion in the crowd, Newt Scamander in the corner looked at the gap in the wall, but his ears perked up.
A tall and well-proportioned wizard with a sparse mustache said bluntly and indifferently: "Why should we pay attention to some lower creatures?"
"This wizard, your name?" Felix said calmly.
"You can call me McNeil." He grinned, "Mr. Hype, do you think there is something wrong with my words?" Chesterton Avery next to him took his arm, but he still Looking at Felix.
"Inferior creatures..." Felix chewed the word, "You always have to give me a specific reason, Mr. McNeill, you were just stating your emotions - you just let us know, you Really, really hates Muggles, but that's never an excuse."
McNeill's expression changed, and he said viciously: "Stupid, ignorant, powerless, chaotic...do I need to say it?"
"Heh," Felix looked at the others, "Is there anyone else who holds the same opinion, let me see."
No one expressed support. On the contrary, some people were very dissatisfied with McNeil's speech, most of them were half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards.
Felix waited quietly for a few seconds, leaving time for everyone to think. There was a lot of noise in the air, but there was not a single word that could be heard clearly. It was like listening to a tape whose sound had been washed out. .
Felix said: "I will answer your question at the end of the speech, Mr. McNeil."
He waved his wand, and sprinkled a bright silver light. Soon, the silver light filled the entire reception room No. 3 like smoke. He flicked his finger lightly, and the smoke disappeared in an instant.
With the help of the blank memory fragments, Felix has been able to temporarily make the thinking cabin appear in reality.
"Today I want to introduce some simple things, people who don't know magic, their clothing, food, housing, transportation..."
"The "Secrecy Act" signed in 1682 is a very interesting time node. Since then, our understanding of the outside world seems to have stagnated forever, even if new blood joins the wizarding community every year, This situation hasn't changed much." Felix seemed to say with emotion.
"Returning to the topic, the colors and materials of medieval clothes are relatively monotonous, mainly black, white, gray, and brown; the main materials are linen, wool and leather; the style is somewhat similar to the close-fitting wizard's robes. Some nobles or high-class people will also wear a cloak, everyone, does it sound familiar?"
Phantom figures emerged from the air in the living room. Their faces were blurred, but their clothes were exceptionally clear. A wizard couldn't help reaching out to touch them, but his fingers passed through the phantoms.
"In the next few hundred years, more elements were added, such as large cloaks, embroidery, collages..." Felix said, and the corresponding clothes styles quickly condensed in the air. The girl witch paid attention to it.
"From the 14th to the 17th centuries, people once paid attention to the beauty of curves, and reached a kind of morbidity, panniers, corsets, and shoes more than ten inches high—" Felix waved his wand, making the corresponding images one by one appeared, "Later there were ribbons, lace necklines, long-breasted coats, feather hats, fluffy skirts..."
"I also have to mention some small decorations, such as bows, flower decorations, lace and so on."
The chatter in the seats continued.
"In the 18th and 19th centuries, people generally advocated nature, simplicity, and decoration." Felix said while changing the clothes of this period, and a large number of clothes close to modern aesthetics appeared, such as petticoats and shawls. , suit, tuxedo...
"As for the future, there are too many types, you can see for yourself." Felix hooked the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and pushed, and hundreds of clothes with different shapes appeared, flying towards the wizards in the audience Going forward, many people subconsciously recoiled in horror, until the images of these clothes passed through the living room, and they realized that all of them were phantoms.
"It's so real." Someone said in admiration.
Felix continued: "I often see a phenomenon in the newspapers, that is, whenever Muggle experts introduce something novel, there will always be particularly stubborn people who refuse to admit it, thinking that these are fabricated .does anyone here think that what I just showed was made up?"
No one doubts that clothes are something that everyone can understand at a glance. Even if they are uninformed, they will not think that Felix himself has fabricated thousands of costumes with different shapes.
"Starting from the simplest clothes, we can draw many interesting conclusions, for example, they are always developing and creating new things..." Felix clicked lightly, without going into details, he After changing the subject, I asked a question: "Has anyone ever thought about how these clothes are made?"
"Hand-sewn?" Someone joked, "Is it impossible to use magic?"
But no one laughed.
Except for Felix, he said with a smile: "My new book "Magic in the Muggle World" explains the answer to this question in more detail. Three days and three nights can't tell. Let's continue—"
The content of his speech is quietly accelerating: "The development of food—" He waved his magic wand, and a large number of dishes from different periods appeared, the closer to the current time, the more exquisite and attractive;
"Residence—" Various styles of buildings and home furnishing pop up one after another;
"There is also transportation—" The transportation vehicles in the sky, sea and land appeared one after another.
With the previous content as a foundation, no one questioned the authenticity of the latter three aspects, but most people entered a state of bewilderment because they accepted too much information at once.
After a few minutes, everyone came back to their senses one after another.
Felix asks again, "Why am I saying this, guys?"
His gaze became extremely sharp, staring at everyone present, they subconsciously looked at Felix, trying to find an answer.
"Change, the only thing I want to tell you is change."
His eyes fell on McNeill, the wizard with a sparse mustache was thinking, Felix said to him: "As for the question you just mentioned, Mr. McNeill, we Why look at the outside world?"
He walked over step by step and stood in front of this wizard——
"Because the world has never stagnated because of a certain person or a certain group, if you are not aware of this change, ignorance, ignorance, powerlessness, chaos... these words can also be used on you. Do you understand now, Mr. McNeill?"
McNeill blushed, and for a moment his expression turned fierce as he jerked his wand out and tried to rest it on Felix's neck.
"McNeill, stop!" Walsh Cedric shouted a few people away. He couldn't allow this lecture to have a fight, especially when the young professor he invited was injured. It would be magic. Department of scandal.
But McNeil's eyes were already red, sparks were shining from the tip of his wand, and what angered him the most was that the man opposite him still had a mocking smile on his face.
He even stretched out his hand slowly. Could it be that he wanted to take away his wand? Damn, what did he think he was doing, acting? When I followed the Dark Lord, he didn't know where in the world he was.
McNeill decided to teach this too young Muggle research expert a lesson. There are many people here who cannot use the Unforgivable Curse or black magic. So, how about a Burst Curse?
He licked his lips subconsciously, but found that he couldn't move.
McNeill watched as the man named "Felix Heap" on the opposite side took his wand lightly, and heard him say in a gentle voice, "You see, even your most persuasive power , It’s not worth mentioning in front of some people, does that mean—according to your reasoning, I can despise you? Or, play with you at will?”
McNeil's heart felt cold for a while, as if he had fallen into an ice cave~IndoMTL.com~ and his whole body couldn't stop shaking-a similar feeling, he had seen it from the Dark Lord decades ago.
Walsh Cedric had to stand up and whispered: "Mr. Hemp, you can't..."
Felix smiled at him, "Mr. Cedric, this is also part of the speech. It is an example of my careful preparation. You see, I didn't even take out my wand-Mr. McNeill is cooperating." And me."
McNeill suddenly found that he could move, Felix returned the wand to him, "Hold your wand, this is your greatest pride."
McNeill froze in place. If the wand was pride, then who was it that took it away?
Felix returned to the small podium, ready to end today's speech.
"As I said, time keeps moving forward, and change follows closely. This is the general trend. Just like the waves are coming, the best response is to follow the waves."
A young wizard raised his hand, as if in class, "But, Mr. Hap, what should we do?"
A strong emotion welled up in Felix. He wanted to spit it out, talk, and even pour his thoughts directly into their heads, but he did nothing but calm down. Said: "This may be a problem that needs to be explored by our generation."
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