A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 455: Non-staff Examiner

"One more thing." Dobby held the envelope, looked at Felix hesitantly with big round eyes, and said hesitantly: "It's about Winky..."

Felix was taken aback, he almost forgot about Winky.

"What happened to her? The magic **** on her should be gone."

"Yes, you are right." Dobby's body began to sway, and his two slender arms were entangled, "She wants to accompany her master, and Dobby told her that Mr. Crouch was killed In prison, she...she is sick."

"I see," Felix said quietly.

Dobby looked at him puzzled, Felix pulled out a note and wrote something on it, Dobby tiptoed to read it, but he was too short, and Valen was still in front of him, so he had to See the back of Varun's head.

"Do you know Ludo Bagman?" Felix said with his head down, his quill fast.

"Dobby knows!"

"Well," Felix handed him the note, "Bagman owes me a favor, and I don't think he would mind doing me a favor."

"You don't have to!" Dobby squealed, looking startled, "Dobby didn't mean to ask Mr. Hemp to help!"

"Here, let him take you to Azkaban, he has the power." Felix said, "By the way, bring something to Mr. Crouch, you can discuss it with Winky, as for I don't care where Shining wants to go after that."

Dobby bowed deeply, pressed his nose to the floor, his whole body was trembling, excited like a salmon jumping ashore.

Warren looked at the place where Dobby disappeared, turned his head to look at Felix, "chirp?"

Felix picked it up, "I tell you a truth, magic can't trap a person, but love can. Tsk! This sentence should be said by Dumbledore... Do you want some supper, Wa Lun?"

"Hey!"

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The next day, in the ancient rune class of the seventh grade, Professor March and Old Vera appeared again.

The old man obviously didn't sleep well, and the dark circles under his eyes were as obvious as his double chin.

When he saw Felix standing on the podium, his expression was both excited and disappointed.

Excitedly, the Hogwarts library has a rich collection. He found many rune letters that even the Ancient Rune Society didn't have. Translation and arrangement are nothing less than a treasure to him.

What is disappointing is that he completed the verification work last night and found no mistakes. That kid... Felix Hep seems to have memorized all these materials, even the page numbers are accurate.

At this moment, Felix looked at the audience calmly, with piercing eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt today, with his hands in his pockets.

"Today is an improvement class." He announced.

The students let out low cheers, but Marchban and Old Vera didn't understand why. Isn't the seventh grade just an improvement class?

Felix explained softly: "In order for the two guests who don't know the situation to understand what's going to happen next, I will briefly explain the meaning of the so-called 'improvement class'." He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand from his pocket . The wand appeared in his hand as if by magic, and with just a slight wave, clear writing began to appear on the blackboard behind him.

"We have completed the first round of review. According to the plan, there are two more rounds of review. In order to keep the next three months from being too boring, I will consciously prepare some improvement courses to explain more advanced courses. These contents are not within the scope of the exam, but they are very beneficial to you, especially after you graduate, you can also entertain yourself with ancient magic texts after work..."

"The improvement class will use the thinking classroom, there is no need to worry about danger, just relax, let's start."

Felix snapped his fingers lightly. In order to let Professor Marchban and Old Vera get used to it, he deliberately made it obvious: a golden ripple bloomed from the fingertips that snapped, centered on him, and continued to spread , quickly dyed the entire classroom a touch of gold.

Professor Marcheban and old Vera looked around in amazement, Marcheban blinked his eyes, as if he had discovered something. After a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

Magic letters exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere fell from midair...

Among the crisp birdsong, Felix leaned on the brown trunk of an ancient tree and said to everyone: "Although I have said it more than once, I want to emphasize it again: Compared with knowledge, training you Your thinking is more important, after all, your graduation thesis is to complete a runic letter."

Let the students complete a rune handbook?

Professor March's eyes widened. She looked around quickly. No student raised any objections. Obviously, this was not a temporary arrangement.

Her mood suddenly became complicated. If it is true, is their exam still meaningful?

There was a low groan from the side. Old Vera seemed to be sick, and kept swinging. His hand was pressing on the magic letter that fell in front of him.

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A few minutes before the end of the class, the students were scribbling notes quickly. The short professor of March class wandered between the seats in the classroom, stopping from time to time to watch the students write the next sentence smoothly with their quill pens. To be honest, the complexity of this magic text sentence has far exceeded the standard of the s test.

Old Vera sat on the seat, looking distraught. He is the person who can best understand the gap between him and Felix, and he is on pins and needles at the moment.

The get out of class bell finally rang, and he jumped up from his seat almost immediately, about to leave.

"Mr. Vera," Felix called to him from behind. "About that report..." He mentioned the report yesterday, and Old Vera agreed without hesitation. Only now did he realize how big a hole was buried in this request.

How should this report be written, fancy touting Felix Hepp?

The old man blushed, hid his face and fled.

"Mr. Vera! Mr. Vera!" Felix shouted eagerly, but his body remained motionless. "What's wrong with him?" he said to himself.

Professor March gave him a weird look, but he didn't see that the little guy was quite vengeful!

"Stop shouting," she said, "he's busy."

Felix looked at her inquiringly.

"I'm probably busy finding a place to bury myself!" said Professor Marchban. "I won't be here in the afternoon."

"Are you leaving now?" Felix asked.

"It's not about leaving," Professor March said helplessly, "but I don't have to come to you anymore. I almost understand the reason why the students' grades have improved by leaps and bounds in the past two years. I will stay for a few more days and go to other classes Take a look...you can't come here in vain."

Felix nodded knowingly.

"There is one more thing left," said Professor Marchban, with a grin on his wrinkled face: "Are you interested in becoming a non-staff examiner?"

"Non-staff examiner..."

"You only need to be responsible for the practical part of the ancient rune exam." Professor March class said, she sighed, and looked at the students who were dawdling out of the classroom, "I can't let the graduates of these two years come Do this!"

"Are you going to increase the practical assessment of the ancient runes exam? Investigate the practical runes?" Felix happily asked ~IndoMTL.com~ That's right," she said, "I will ask for it from the Ministry when I go back, and will The ancient runes are divided into two directions: translation and practicality. Of course, this report must be written by you. Only you know best... There is also the employment direction of practical runes. If you describe it attractively enough, the Ministry may Hiring a few people this year. "

"Why?" Felix didn't know much about it.

Professor Marche rolled his eyes, "I guess except for your company, the entire magic world doesn't know what to do with practical runes. Generally, this kind of situation is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic: recruit a few people, research The direction and potential of the new career.”

"Are there any similar examples?" Felix asked with interest.

"Naming prophets are separated from the prophets. They will predict the future of newborns and give some suggestions on naming. I remember that Trelawney seems to have been a naming prophet for a while... ...seems like a long time ago.”

Trelawney...you really are, Felix opened his eyes.

"Sounds good," he raised the corner of his mouth, "I agree."