A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 407: Maxim

After returning from Diagon Alley, Felix tried again the monster statue in front of the principal's office with the Patronus, this time he was not blocked, and he saw Dumbledore.

Walking into the office, the portraits of previous Headmasters were snoring in frames on the wall, and Dumbledore was staring intently at the Pensieve.

Felix was amazed to hear the voice of Rita Skeeter, her two-inch-long, blood-red nails flashing in the pensieve, saying in a sly voice: "My book is about to be published."

Dumbledore murmured, "That's not a good idea... Felix?" he said, looking up, as he stirred the silver substance in the Pensieve with his wand, Rita Skeeter's face Gone, along with her brightly colored long nails.

"Principal Dumbledore, you've been really busy recently, but I really didn't expect you to meet her." Felix said with a smile, "Could it be that you want to write an autobiography? If so, find It's really not a good idea for her to help."

This is in response to Dumbledore's soliloquy that he heard when he first came in.

Dumbledore was amused, his beard quivering. "There are many ways to leave traces, such as magic portraits, the memory of classroom No. 7, and even simply living in people's memories... But I don't think an autobiography should be included."

Felix shrugged and fingered the silverware on the table, watching it chirp and puff out wisps of smoke.

"Anything to gain?"

"Ah, apart from a few memories that prove that Voldemort was very bad since he was a child... there is not much information worth paying attention to. In addition, I went to the seaside cave you mentioned and I have to say, Fei Lix, you are too rough, I only found a piece of ruins."

The two then talked about the Iron Armor Curse. Dumbledore showed some interest, but soon he seemed a little tired, and Felix offered to leave.

"If you can, pay more attention to Madame Maxime, Felix." Dumbledore said behind him.

Felix frowned, "Is she suspected?"

"No, of course not," Dumbledore said softly, "I believe she will not become Voldemort's minion, what I care about is whether she can become our friend..." He said with some trouble: "Ha Ge has been shut down in front of her recently."

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When I saw Hagrid again, it was already the end of the month.

December is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder, especially last night when there was a sleet, mottled blue ice crystals were everywhere on the ground, and the students wore thick cloaks and struggled through the courtyard.

Felix followed the crowd and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Beauxbaton's carriage was in the distance, and a few students beside the carriage were looking around. Not far from them is Hagrid's cabin.

A witch wearing a scarf sits quietly beside the carriage, holding a golden egg in her arms. When she saw Felix, she ran over cheerfully.

"Professor Haipu!"

"Miss Delacour?" Felix asked, glancing at a strand of silver hair protruding from under the scarf.

"It's me," Fu Rong lifted the scarf and smiled, "Madam Maxim is waiting for you."

The carriage is not crowded, it looks like a mobile hotel, with more than a dozen spacious rooms separated from the interior, with a living room similar to the college lounge in the center. It is warm here like spring, and the decorations inside are very characteristic of Beauxbatons. In addition to the large clusters of pink and blue flowers, he also saw a magic fountain, and the icy blue water mist stirred up with a stream of water. Aromatherapy smell.

Fleur led him through a door painted with the school emblem of Beauxbaton, and came to the restaurant in the carriage. Mrs. Maxim was eating. She wiped her mouth with a blue napkin and waved her hand: "Please sit down." , Felix... Fleur, come here together."

Furong sat obediently at the table and ate, brushing her shiny silver hair to the left side, while listening to the conversation between them.

Felix thanked him, and through the small round window he could see the burly figure of Hagrid walking back and forth in front of the pumpkin patch, teaching a group of students.

"It's really strange, how could anyone like that thing... called a fried-tailed scorpion or something?" The fork with a blue pattern pointed to the blurred scenery in the distance.

"Fried-tailed snails," said Felix, scooping up a piece of seafood for himself, which he guessed was a stock brought from France, since he'd never seen it before, but it was rare, and served in the soup. Looking at the fish in the Black Lake, I don't know whether Hogwarts offered it or Beauxbaton's students caught it themselves.

Madam Maxim seemed absent-minded, and said with little interest: "I'm not interested in magical animals."

"I happen to know a magical beast expert, oh, not Hagrid, it's another one, Mr. Newt Scamander." Felix said: "He's retired, but his youth The story was great and I talked to him a lot."

In fact, he had talked with Newt's memories in classroom seven, and Felix had only recently discovered that he had a unique advantage in building relationships with these memories.

Although the memory is like a human, it is not a human after all, but more like a ghost. The most intuitive difference is that they have no sense of taste and can only recall the delicacies they have eaten, and it just so happens that Felix can pull out a series of feasts from his mind-exclusive to ghosts and memories. After many years, Newt missed everything in the Hogwarts kitchen, and Felix learned a lot of interesting information.

Like how he got fired.

Felix tells some of Newt's adventures. Different from the stories of "Wizard Quest" that Mrs. Maxim and Fleur usually heard, Newt's experience is full of knowledge and love for these magical animals-he seldom uses violent means to deal with them, but Do his best to make friends with these amazing animals.

"Anyway, he rescued the poor Thunderbird from the traffickers in Egypt, and then sent it back to the United States..."

"Mr. Scamander has a heart of gold, and the feelings of animals are more sincere. I am narrow-minded." Mrs. Maxim said emotionally, and the large glass of gin in front of her had already bottomed out.

"What about after that?" Fu Rong asked.

"I don't know," Felix said, spreading his hand, "and then maybe a romantic love story, he met a lady. I guess they should be playing together now and throwing moon crazy with meat **** Beast game?"

Afterwards, he talked about the current situation of French werewolves through a conversation.

"I know what you're talking about~IndoMTL.com~Madam Maxim then said, "Chamasmelia Potion, it's a great invention, our Ministry of Magic imported a batch, to be honest, it's a bit expensive... So the minister is talking with this side, hoping to buy the formula of the medicine. "

She said with some dissatisfaction: "Your minister is like a shrewd businessman, asking us for a lot of good things."

"He doesn't respect Madame Maxime yet!" Fleur said sharply.

Felix looked over, and Madam Maxim shook her head slightly, her eyes turned red involuntarily, which made him unable to guess what Fudge said, or what he showed. But he wisely didn't ask.

Next, the three people at the table ate in silence, and Madam Maxime glanced at Hagrid's pumpkin patch again. A cluster of sparks spewed out from the tail of a huge snail in the distance, pulling the student forward and sprinting forward, sliding forward in the snow.

"Ouch!" Madame Maxime laughed.

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