A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 388: 7 letters
Chapter 390 Seven Letters
In the ancient rune class the next day, Felix was surprised that Harry and the others were in a trance and absent-minded.
In the evening, he received a letter from an owl.
He opened the letter, and there was still a faint smell of men's perfume on the envelope. Its owner is the director of the Werewolf Registry of the British Ministry of Magic—
‘Mr. Haipu, hello.
As of the first ten months of this year (early November), the number of werewolves in the UK registered in the werewolf register has increased by 20% compared with last year, and the whole ministry is excited about it! Such gratifying results are inseparable from the promotion and effect of wolfbane potion. Thanks to Mr. Belby and Professor Snape for their outstanding contributions, I dare to assert that within ten years at the latest, werewolves in the UK will be effectively controlled. A report will be submitted to the Wizengamot, and an application will be made to award Professor Snape an Order of Merlin...
Regarding the riots at the Quidditch World Cup—the Ministry of Magic defined them as riots. Most of those masked wizards came from pure-blood families, and their actions shamed everyone. I can assure you that my family and I will never be that kind of person.
Among those masked wizards, two were sentenced to three months and six months in prison in Azkaban respectively, and they admitted to being the mastermind of the accident—one proposed a parade in the camp after drinking heavily, and the other The despicable means woke up the poor Muggle Robert family...
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Other participants were awarded a large fine, but their names were withheld due to some kind of political hindrance, I don't know more than you can get from the papers, just two The names of the chief messengers—Amycus Carrow and Walton McNeil. ’
Felix calmly put away the letter.
In the next two days, owls flew from all over the world, first from the British mainland, then France, Europe, and finally other continental plates.
Felix opened the second letter. This letter came from St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital. Felix had previously spared time to train a group of doctors, including this young therapist—
‘Dear Mr. Haip, hello!
This is our 5th correspondence, thank you for not laughing at my stupid questions and answering them generously.
Several memory-impaired patients who were judged to be incurable, most of them have recovered their senses and can live independently. Five of them were taken back by their families for recuperation and only needed to come once a week. The other two critically ill patients still need to be hospitalized for observation. Please forgive us for being limited in our ability and never being able to achieve the recovery level of the Longbottoms.
About what you asked - this is true. Old Crabbe and Old Goyle suffered serious magic penetrating injuries to their chest and lower abdomen, but the two families kept it secret. They asked a retired old therapist to treat themselves through their relationship. What they don't know is that this therapist happens to be my uncle, and I don't want to admit my relationship with him in front of others-uncle was originally very skilled, but he was addicted to alcohol. The blood grass became **** root, and you can hardly imagine what the lady who came to treat the scabies on her face turned into... Anyway, he left the hospital sadly because of this incident, and the manic patient was still on his neck scratch marks.
Enclosed is the diagnostic report I got from my uncle in exchange for two pints of single malt whiskey! That old trough horse!
Once again, I wish you a happy life and a smooth work.
In addition, I became good friends with your portrait in the hospital. I asked one of my painter patients to draw a candy house on the portrait, and he liked it very much!
Again, I collected your clippings from the Quidditch World Cup, and it's on my desk. ’
The third letter came from the Ministry of Magic. There was no signature, only a long list with more than 30 names on it. smile.
The fourth letter is a reply letter from Damocles Belby, his handwriting is rather scribbled, and the envelope still smells of potion—
‘Felix,
If you hadn't reminded me, I might have overlooked the issue of Wolfsbane potion. Forgive me for focusing on other potions recently...
After your reminder, I went to the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists to inquire. At present, the sales of wolfbane potion authorized by the Ministry of Magic are stable. The Ministry of Magic has recruited a group of werewolves to work. But it is definitely better than before... There are still a considerable number of stubborn werewolves living in seclusion in the fields. No one knows the specific movements of these werewolves, even their own internal affairs. Maybe they are in England today, and cross the channel to France tomorrow ...
As far as I know, other European countries have found the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists, hoping to be a bridge for them and persuade the British Ministry of Magic to share the formula of Wolfsbane Potion, especially the version improved by me and Severus. Fudge has been busy with this matter during this time, and he can't see anyone all day long-this is what the vice president of the Pharmacists Association told me, and the public is still unknown.
One more thing worth sharing.
I met my old dean, Professor Slughorn, while visiting the vice president of the society. He still enjoys life so much. When I gently advised him to eat less candy and preserves, he told me that this is the greatest pleasure in his life. ’
The fifth letter is from French pride Maxwell Corbett.
He and Felix had an intersection during the summer vacation of the previous year, and there was a little misunderstanding at that time, but after the misunderstanding was resolved, the two had a good relationship.
‘Dear Felix Hemp,
Glad you wrote me.
If you want to know about the law and order in France, you can find me, an Auror who is on the front line, perfect. I can only say that it is still the same... Those dark corners, I can't figure out why you are interested in them, are you going to write a book?
To be honest, I didn't read your first few Muggle books seriously, and I stuffed them into the cabinet casually when they were distributed by the ministry. When I cleaned up recently, I discovered that a bag of civet cat food inside had rotted. By the way, I found your book, which also solved my confusion. When my nephew reported suspicious personnel to me at the Muggle University in France that day, I thought your name was familiar, and I might have mistook you for someone from a foreign country. A dark wizard...
Back to the topic. The werewolves in France are fairly stable and have no plans to migrate—I'm looking forward to this day. Of course, you don’t have to go to the UK. It’s good to go south or north (don’t publish the contents of this letter, or it will cause me trouble). Then there are vampires and dark wizards. They are fighting over a mine in the south of France. I told the informant to wait and see what happens, and wait for the net to be finally closed. Maybe when we meet again, I will be the director of the Auror office.
In addition, my nephew Karami also chose to become an Auror, and he is currently learning from me. When I wrote this letter, he was peeking from the side and was kicked out by me.
Finally, the pictures from the Quidditch World Cup are cool. "
The sixth letter comes from the director of the Muggle Issues Handling Agency under the Swiss Ministry of Magic——
"Felix~IndoMTL.com~ I'm glad to hear from you, your suggestion last time was very constructive, and I submitted it with some revisions. It's working fine now, it's strange that your head is meh What else is in it...
I saw the photos reproduced from the British "Daily Prophet", and I couldn't believe that such a vicious incident happened in the World Cup.
About your question, I learned from my colleagues that the giant tribe is still safely retreating in the mountains, with no signs of moving out. Of course, I'm not 100% sure, if the observer gets too close, the giant will come running towards them and throw stones.
I have attached the address of the tribe of giants, please be careful if you plan to seek secrets. ’
While Felix was having breakfast on Friday morning, the last letter arrived. It was from Lucius Malfoy, and it was the briefest of letters, with no beginning or end, just a time and a place.
‘November 4th, Friday at eleven o’clock in the evening, meet at the top of the highest peak outside Hogwarts. ’
He erased the handwriting on it casually, and spread a layer of jam on the bread. There is still one day of class today.
(end of this chapter)