A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 451: Listen

The next day, Felix got up yawning.

He didn't sleep well last night, he lay in bed tossing and turning half the night, and suddenly realized a problem: his stall was too big, and many responsibilities that didn't belong to him seemed to rush over on his own initiative, and he didn't care about it. There was nothing he could do about it, and he didn't even feel too much resistance in his heart.

When did it start? Felix was still thinking about it as he brushed his teeth in the mirror. Some people and some things flashed through his mind. In just over two years, he has experienced a lot.

Felix knew very well that Dumbledore had never rejected his puzzle-solving behavior, and even took the initiative to tell him a lot of secret information, which Dumbledore may have never disclosed to anyone before.

At least, Felix had tried it, and Severus didn't know the secret of the Horcrux at all. Those who knew Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius had all been gagged, and even Remus didn't know the truth.

Why would a wise man who keeps secrets and has experienced many storms tell him so easily? The possibility that Felix can think of is that Dumbledore hopes to pull himself against Voldemort.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Felix did not reject this point. Before he joined the job, he thought that he was already strong enough, and the only one who could really put pressure on him was Dumbledore, the remnant spirit of Voldemort like that wandering spirit. Even if Voldemort is resurrected, Hogwarts is safe enough. After all, Dumbledore is there, and he doesn't mind making a contribution while being sheltered. Mind taking care of this hassle by hand.

But in the past two years, his strength and mentality have undergone tremendous changes. Before joining the job, he relied more on his talent and used his superb spell level to overwhelm others, but in essence, his strength was not much different from those of elite Aurors. At most, he has a few more ancient spells and sixth-level spells than them, as well as some hole cards... But he also has decades more combat experience than him, Felix thought to himself that he would be dizzy if he suffered a few stun spells .

Felix estimated that he might be able to defeat Moody in his heyday one-on-one at that time (learned during the treatment), but if Moody brought a well-trained Auror team, the result would be different. It's easy to say that he can of course use his immature thinking to speed up the instant kill tactics. He has succeeded in the United States, but once the cards fail, the trouble will be big.

The situation is completely different now. He has perfected the instant kill tactics, and he can move around freely; the magic of the thinking hut has begun to take shape, and he is not afraid of group attacks; the memory magic is at its peak, and he is about to play with it... The guardian angel's flying cloak is effective. It's not big, at most it saves a broomstick; the human-shaped iron armor is not afraid of arrows, but it can't resist powerful spells... In addition, it also hides bottomless rune attainments.

Frankly speaking, it is difficult for Felix to have any psychological pressure. Even when he knew there was a new landscape above him, let's say "magic creature", or "legendary", he seemed calm.

Running can always run away. In the records of the last war, although it was rare, some people managed to escape from Voldemort's pursuit. Among them were the Longbottoms, and Felix was invited to visit the Longbottoms' house during the summer vacation of the third grade, and learned about not only the memory, but also the analysis ideas of the two Aurors from them in detail.

He came to the conclusion that he was much better at escaping than the Longbottoms.

Considering the worst possibility, Dumbledore was defeated by the resurrected Voldemort, and he himself was a little short of fire.

Felix has the patience and confidence to go farther than everyone else on the road of magic, but he needs time.

He has always thought very well, calm, rational, and self-disciplined... in line with his usual requirements for himself, but when Felix took the time to stand on the podium of the ancient rune classroom, he saw a familiar When it came to his face, he wasn't quite sure.

'If one day, someone needs to take over Dumbledore's burden and face what he has faced, what should I do? ’ Felix thought about this question, glanced across the classroom, paused for a while at the rearmost position, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said:

"There are two more people in our class today, one is Professor Geselda Marchban from the Wizarding Examinations Authority"

The little wizards clapped their hands enthusiastically, while turning their heads to look at the small, hunchbacked witch in the last row. This witch with so many wrinkles on her face could make ants lose their way was waving:

"We have a lot to talk about! However, I think it's more important to have class!" the little Maggie class exclaimed with great enthusiasm.

Ron clapped his hands and looked around the back row vigorously: "She is our chief examiner for next year, isn't she, isn't she?"

Harry also stared at Professor Marchban, but he also looked a little bit at the half-bald old man next to her. Although it was not that exaggerated, the figure of the old man did resemble Uncle Fernon. Especially when he was silent and staring with a pair of bull eyes, the two were exactly the same.

Harry was terrified that the man would suddenly jump up and mutter something unintelligible to anyone, just like Uncle Vernon, when he was very angry, couldn't complete a complete sentence.

Hermione seemed to want to make a good impression, sitting upright, even though her eyes were about to fly into her eyebrows. Next to her, Neville was sitting red-faced. He hadn't recovered from the shock before the class. Professor March was friends with Neville's grandmother, so he naturally knew him. Before the class, she asked Neville's grandmother and As for his parents' latest situation, March class kept telling Neville to "speak up!" As a result, her voice became louder and Neville's voice became smaller and smaller.

"The other is Mr. Vera, the vice president of the Ancient Rune Association~IndoMTL.com~Felix waited for the applause to subside, and continued. The old man snorted, which was regarded as a greeting.

This time the applause was much sparser, and the students exchanged puzzled looks

"What is the Ancient Rune Association?"

"An organization?"

"Why never heard of it?"

"Maybe it's a private club, formed by a group of ancient rune lovers...similar to the Gobstone Club in school."

"There is still this club in school?"

"I can guarantee, absolutely!"

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Felix unhurriedly took out the textbook and said happily: "We will continue to study today, this part of knowledge may appear in the O.W.Ls exam..."