A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 462: Ministry of Magic
The next day, Felix showed up at the Ministry of Magic on time, and the elevator disguised as a red telephone booth stopped on the dark floor of the Ministry of Magic lobby, "The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day today." The indifferent woman in the elevator said said the voice.
Then the door of the phone booth slammed open, probably due to the Easter holiday, and the resplendent hall was empty and very quiet. Felix saw the man waiting not far away - Tonks.
She has violet hair, a much softer nose than usual, and a Metamorphmagus... amazing, Felix thought, if only I could look into it.
But he won't say it.
"Mr. Haip, I took this job from Kingsley." Tonks said cheerfully, walking towards him, looking him up and down, "Is that how you came here?"
"What else?" Felix asked.
"I thought you would bring some teaching aids. Remus mentioned to me that you always have many interesting inventions and whimsical ideas."
"I did bring it, and I will take it out when the time is right." Felix smiled slightly, and walked towards the elevator with her, "You still keep in touch with Remus?"
"Oh, yes," Tonks said, "I like to hang out at Swords Castle when I'm free, when it's open. It's bittersweet, but he didn't mean it, did he... we're going to the second floor, and Scrimgeour is waiting."
"Sword Castle?"
"It's the headquarters of Futurama, it looks like a long sword in Diagon Alley, that's what we call it," Tonks said, fiddling with the elevator buttons, the elevator With a jerk, it started running.
Felix suddenly discovered that he always learned unknown information about his company from other people. He felt that this feeling was not bad, and it gave him an association of the company's rapid development and expanding influence. Tonks on the side brought the topic back on track, "I've been saving money for the Emerald Crown recently, but I've always been extravagant..."
"It's really popular with girls," Felix said understandingly.
"Oh, uh," Tonks explained hastily, looking flustered, "I'm not trying to wear a princess dress or two, I mean, while it's really pretty...it comes in six styles , and still accept customization, don’t you think it matches my ability well?” She pointed to her face, the soft bridge of the nose quickly became sharp and angular, making her face look more refined and sharper.
"Ding!" The second floor is here.
Felix pretended to be persuaded, and they made their way to the Auror office, an open space divided into cubicles, one for each Auror. Even though it was a holiday, most of the seats inside were still full.
The Aurors chatted in twos and threes, and when Tonks led Felix in, they cast their gazes over in unison. Felix smelled different emotions, curiosity, admiration, suspicion, scrutiny, and a malice or two.
"That's my seat." Tonks said, pointing to a small cubicle with some stickers on the wooden boards. On the table were scattered documents to be processed and a water glass. Underneath is a discount coupon for Future World.
"Thank you, Tonks," Kingsley interrupted loudly, "Leave the rest to me."
Felix felt like a piece of cargo, briefly in the hands of Tonks, and then was taken over by more professional people. Kingsley led him to the inner side of the open space, where there was a heavy door. There was a large oak door with a gilded wooden plaque bearing Scrimgeour's name and title.
"Hello, Mr. Haipe." In the office, Scrimgeour stood up and said. Instead of using the cane hanging from the shelf, he limped out from behind the solid wood desk, looking a lot more enthusiastic than last time, his lion's mane hair shaking Felix's hand Shaking from time to time, "The Ministry has been discussing you recently, and Geselda is very optimistic about you."
Felix thought he was talking about re-planning the ancient rune courses, "I hope everything goes well."
"Indeed," said Scrimgeour, "you have a good chance of being selected, her timing is very clever, and it must be admitted that Geslda is well connected, and she is a veteran of the Wizengamot. Recommendations carry weight.”
Felix is a little strange, they seem to be talking about different things. Before he could ask clearly, Scrimgeour had already walked out of the office and yelled at the Aurors. They stood up in unison and walked towards the door.
"Let's go to the training room," Scrimgeour told him.
"Training room?" Felix was taken aback, then quickly realized that it was impossible for the Aurors not to have their own training ground.
"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the largest department in the Ministry." Scrimgeour laughed, "This sentence is reflected in many aspects, the number of people, the venue, and of course the cost." They walked out of the door and went to the The elevator went in the opposite direction, and after a few passages, it turned a corner at the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department ahead, into a dark, dilapidated corridor.
The corridor seemed to have been placed that way on purpose, and Felix smelled magic. After walking for a few minutes, they finally reached the end of the corridor—what appeared to be a dead end. Felix saw a huge wall with a life-length portrait hanging on the wall. In the frame sat a brown-haired wizard with a scholarly look, holding a thick book in his hand, reading with gusto.
"Justus Pilliwick, who was Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, built this training room during his tenure," said Scrimgeour.
Felix looked at the portrait a few times, "I've seen him, it's on the chocolate frog card." The wizard in the portrait looked at him, took off his hat and bowed slightly, and asked, "Do you think the law should be made?" Which is more important, or implementing the law?"
"The latter," Felix said, "the original intention of the law is always good, but even the most perfect law needs to be implemented and interpreted by people."
"Interpreting the law is an art," agrees the wizard in the portrait, as he spins out of position to reveal a large black hole.
After walking a dozen steps into the cave, the front suddenly opened up and the lights were bright. Felix squinted his eyes and glanced at this underground space, which was bigger than the Hogwarts auditorium. There were nearly a hundred people, much more than he had seen in the Auror's office. Felix estimated that these There should be quite a few hitters among them.
"There are only thirty-seven people in the data." He said softly.
"That's right, you only need to think about those people," Scrimgeour said, "The others are here to watch the fun, maybe stay for an hour or two and then leave, they have their own tasks. "
He introduced Felix to everyone in the training room, arranged for Kingsley to be his assistant, and left in a hurry.
…
Felix stood there quietly, his eyes gliding over everyone. He saw many familiar faces, but more were strangers.
At this time, Kingsley came from a corner of the field, followed by several human-shaped targets and cushions. These things were found from a row of wooden boxes in the corner.
"Thank you, Shacklebolt." Felix said, he turned his wrist, and a black jade-like magic wand suddenly appeared in his hand. This hand attracted some eyes, and he spoke calmly.
"If nothing else, I will spend the next two weeks with you."
"I will show you some of the mysteries of the ancient rune. Time is limited. I can only choose the part that is most attractive to you. I think you should have read the relevant introduction in the newspaper recently. That's right, It is the part where ancient rune and modern magic combine."
"Before the official start——before I ask you, I hope you can see what skills you are about to master. I think this will help us get along in the future, so as not to cause some unpleasantness ..."
He flicked his wand quickly, and there was a flash of fire.
Boom!
A group of golden fireballs exploded on the human-shaped target, and the viscous flames attached to the mutilated limbs, making continuous "crackling" explosions. Standing in the front row, Tonks felt the shock wave of the spell passing over her head, and a wave of heat scorched her hair, and she couldn't help clicking her tongue.
"The 'flame' rune is combined with the Fiery Curse," Felix explained, "this kind of power can almost break through the iron armor curse of a normal level."
There was a lot of discussion among the people present.
"In addition, the 'flowing' runes are combined with the Iron Armor Curse," Felix waved his wand again, and a magic barrier appeared in front of him. It was a new type of Iron Armor Curse, no longer a colorless It is transparent, but the surface is rippling with blue light, like flowing blue waves, or bound wind.
"...It lasts longer than ordinary spells, and the effect is better." Felix said, "Anyone want to try it?"
"Anyone you want to try?" When he asked a second time, Kingsley stood up, as an assistant came in handy at this time. "We imitate the state on the battlefield and complete a round of offense and defense. You need to destroy my defense as much as possible."
Kingsley nodded silently, and the crowd spread out, leaving enough space for the two of them.
At this moment, Kingsley suddenly leaned over, pulled out his wand, and recited the spell. The Iron Armor Curse deflected past.
Kingsley strode forward, one after another spells flew out quickly, Felix slightly adjusted the direction of the Iron Armor Curse to prevent the spells from falling on the same position, under the gaze of everyone, the cyan light of the magic barrier Vigorously beating, the surface was rippling with layers of ripples, and the originally damaged and cracked spells were smoothed out by invisible hands.
The bystanders counted silently until the fifth spell hit the Iron Armor Curse head-on, and then it flickered and disappeared.
Many people—especially the strikers, stared at the two of them, and quite a few of them even struggled to cast a complete Iron Armor Curse. It's not that it can't be used, but it's difficult to apply it in actual combat, which has something to do with the law enforcement scenarios they face.
Strikers are like secular policemen, rather than special police, who are faced with routine law enforcement tasks. In other words, they were not facing terrorists, but the wizarding population who had broken the law, and it was really difficult for these people to muster up the courage to stand up to the Ministry of Magic.
The number of real dark wizards is rare, and they are usually assigned to Aurors with higher comprehensive qualities. After all, the magic world is dominated by peace and order, rather than being filled with chaos and disorder. The strikers have always been like this over the years, but recently, for unknown reasons, Scrimgeour persuaded the same Department of Magical Law Enforcement to Senior officials Amelia Bones and Piers Thickness have put forward higher requirements for strikers and Aurors, one of which is to let go of the passage for strikers to be promoted to Aurors.
It is an accepted fact that Aurors are treated well beyond strikers. Many people want to work hard in this direction.
"Teacher, professor...?" A young voice broke the silence.
Felix looked at the young man and smiled: "Albert Balk?" His eyes fell on a bearded wizard. If he remembered correctly, Balk mentioned that he had an arrogant Uncle Luo, and he happened to see an Auror named "David Balk" in the information.
"It's me," said the young Balck, who had finally faded from the pimples that plagued his face at school, giving him a more composed look. But when he spoke, he still revealed his immature side: "I heard that there are many spells that are higher than the Iron Armor Curse, why don't we learn those magics?"
His uncle stared at him, rubbing his thick fingers repeatedly, as if wanting to teach his nephew a lesson.
Albert Balck could not help shrinking his neck.
"Oh, Balk," Felix said gently, "There are indeed many advanced spells, but advanced means complex, and complex means precision and a high probability of error... The most intolerable thing on the battlefield is not to Necessary mistakes. You will find that avoiding the use of unskilled spells is a consensus, and those who violate it must pay the price."
Albert Balk shy away from the crowd~IndoMTL.com~Felix continued: "Everyone, next I will focus on the most valuable spells, the Rune Blazing Curse and Rune Iron Armor The mantras are carefully selected by me, and these two mantras will be the first choice for you to master. Besides, if some of you learn fast enough, I don't mind giving extra suggestions."
"Okay, let's get back to the topic. I sent someone a document about half a month ago. I would be very grateful if you have practiced through rune cards in your spare time. Please have mastered it now. Those who have mastered the Flame Runes and Flowing Runes stand up..."
Tonks took a happy step forward, looking around excitedly. Felix is also watching silently. It is difficult for him to test the fighting power of these Aurors one by one, but many things will be reflected in details, such as the degree of self-discipline, such as execution ability, just like now, among the more than 20 people who stood up , most of them are familiar faces he has seen in the materials.
Maybe there are discrepancies in the number, but that's about all the elite combat forces that the Ministry of Magic can deploy.
No wonder Scrimgeour is in such a hurry, Felix thought calmly. Although I don't know the exact number, there were almost one or two hundred Death Eaters during the last Wizarding War, and each one was carefully selected by Voldemort, plus followers who had not been marked as Death Eaters, and The dark creatures recruited by Voldemort have already surpassed the Ministry of Magic, which has been at peace for more than ten years.
"The Ministry of Magic is still unreliable." The thought flashed through Felix's mind.
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