A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 517: Night talk
At the dinner table, the conversation between Felix and Sirius is still going on—
"As long as Kingsley agrees, he is the organizer in name." Felix whispered.
"I'll talk to him, but he probably won't be here until tomorrow morning, you know, as a Ministry of Magic Auror." Sirius said, spitting out a chicken bone.
The relationship between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic is interesting. The two are independent of each other, yet they are inextricably linked. Many members of the Order of the Phoenix are also officials of the Ministry of Magic.
Amelia Bones knew this well, but she didn't intend to do anything about it.
On the one hand, it is out of respect for Dumbledore, on the other hand, it also has a more positive practical significance. The Ministry of Magic has a complex staff, and many wizards can establish relationships with pure-blood families after a few detours. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Ministry of Magic is a sieve.
The anti-thief waterfall can only wash away the spell, but it cannot probe the heart.
For some important tasks—such as guarding the Hogwarts Express train, Ms. Burns must carefully select the participants in addition to keeping the secrets strictly in order to prevent leaks.
As for keeping secrets, the Order of the Phoenix has a natural advantage.
After dinner, Felix estimated the time and picked Hermione up from her home.
"I have placed magic near your house," Felix said, "similar to the effect of traces-when someone casts a spell nearby, I will get the news immediately. And the current situation is not so serious. Voldemort's method is With a contraction strategy, you don’t have to worry about the comfort of your family.”
"I understand." Hermione nodded lightly, but there was still an indelible sadness hidden in her eyebrows.
"You seem to have something on your mind, Miss Granger." Felix pointed to a bench under a lush plane tree, "Why don't you sit there, I was resting there at the time." He pointed The only time it came out of the Department of Mysteries, Hermione understood him easily.
"Professor—"
At this time, the two sat on the bench, looking at the crowd passing by and walking in the Muggle community from time to time.
Felix turned his head slightly, facing Hermione's direction, gazing at the beautiful sunset.
"Wizards and Muggles really can't coexist?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"What do you think?" Felix said gently.
"I think," Hermione was reserved for a moment, and then she started talking, as if these words had been held in her heart for a long time and drafted several times, "of course I hope that the two can coexist. After all, I am caught between them, I mean my origin. However, I read from the book—well, similar assignments were assigned in the History of Magic class—that there was no historical barrier between wizards and Muggles, But the result was not good, they were hostile to each other, and many conflicts broke out, and the vigorous witch hunt in the 14th century was just the epitome of this background.”
"That's right," Felix agreed.
"Also, many wizards choose to stay away from the crowd. The explanation in the book is to not violate the "Secrecy Act", but in fact this phenomenon existed long before the "Secrecy Act" was implemented. There is another saying that Wizards don't like Muggles and can't stand the smell of them, but—"
"Sounds like the self-consolation of a loser?" Felix smiled unconsciously.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, but nodded imperceptibly, "But shouldn't wizards have the upper hand? After all, they have magic?"
"Well, this question is more complicated, I'll try to explain it. You can see from the social structure of wizards, a mature wizard is equivalent to a miniature society, and he can use magic to meet most of his needs. This As a result - wizards are far less connected than ordinary people. In other words, it is difficult for you to organize them and work for a common goal. As far as I know, the last person who did it was still imprisoned in Nurmengard. "
"Gellert Grindelwald?" Hermione whispered, the name seemed to have magic.
"That's right, but he also took advantage of people's dissatisfaction with the "Secrecy Act." Felix said calmly: "Also, you overlooked a very crucial point, magic is rare in the real world, but in the wizarding world But it's quite ordinary—"
"Isn't this a matter of course?"
"Of course not." Felix said in an academic tone, "I have come into contact with some occult societies, and they regard magic very... um... Maybe you can use the word 'sacred' to describe it? You Think they can imagine real wizards washing, cooking, and lighting fires with magic?"
Hermione frowned, thinking seriously.
"So—well, wizards are used to using magic to solve all kinds of troubles, and everyday life magic is the mainstream?"
"They are people, or pragmatists, but they are by no means soldiers." Felix briefly summarized, "In their hands, magic is not a weapon, but a tool—at least for most wizards. This way. So when faced with emergencies, they will not make smarter choices because of magic, especially children. In order to protect their families, wizards choose to give in."
"But there are exceptions," Hermione said affirmatively: "Wendelin, the fourteenth-century soothsayer, liked being burned very much, and once allowed himself to be caught in various disguises as many as forty times." Seven times."
"In those days, wizards who were 'no worries' always lived more freely." Felix said.
The two sat quietly for a while, until the sky gradually darkened, casting shadows on the ground. They watched a young couple out for a walk, their child—perhaps a year or two old—staggering ahead.
"Professor, when did the word Muggle appear?" Hermione asked again after the family had passed by.
"Ah, this is an interesting question. I guess you want to ask if this word has a derogatory meaning?" Felix asked with a smile, and before Hermione could answer, he continued, "The specific origin It has been unverifiable, and no one knows what the first wizard who said "Muggle" was thinking, but he did take advantage of it, because there was no unified term for "non-magical people" in the wizarding world at that time , so this word has been accepted by more and more wizards.”
"As for whether it contains derogatory meaning, it depends on the tone of the speaker. Both the Weasley family and the Malfoy family use this word, but their thoughts must be completely different. You should have some experience with this?"
The shadow belonging to Hermione nodded.
"But in general, if you use this word in a conversation with ordinary people, there is still a hint of arrogance and disapproval that belongs to wizards. The difference is very subtle, maybe only young wizards from Muggle families Only then can we experience it.”
"Why?"
"Would you like to be labeled," Felix asked back, "especially when you don't know what that label means?"
"Of course I don't want to—" she suddenly realized, "So you never used the word 'Muggle' when communicating with my parents."
"I'm trying to reduce communication barriers," Felix nodded slightly, "It's obviously easier to understand using 'ordinary people' or 'non-magic people', but if you're standing opposite a wizard, it's a bit awkward to speak like that." Very weird and genteel."
Hermione kind of understood. She prefers the professor's approach, which shows respect for the speaker.
"What about the first question?"
"Can wizards and Muggles coexist? I can't give an answer, Miss Granger, but I think the trend of fusion is inevitable. More accurately, I think the magic world is exposed to the eyes of ordinary people. Sooner or later."
"Oh, I see! So Professor you set up the 'Future World' company?" Hermione asked sharply.
Felix chuckled.
"I hope to establish a buffer zone, which is the natural responsibility of us, Muggle-born wizards."
Hermione smiled. Although she never felt inferior to her origin, she would still feel angry and sad when Malfoy said she was a 'Mudblood'. From today onwards, if Malfoy said this again In other words, she would only pity him and think him shallow and ignorant.
Although Malfoy hasn't said much in the past two years.
Is it also because of the professor? Hermione thought that she regretted not being able to see this scene in time travel. At first she was like a shadow that shouldn't exist, out of tune with the whole world, she wandered aimlessly between Hogwarts castles and grounds, even ghosts couldn't find her.
However, she also saw a lot of secrets that she could not touch before.
Hermione survived the toughest days with the food in the beaded bag, but the food always ran out, just when she thought she would be trapped in time and starve like those time travelers At the time of death, the **** of luck finally came.
The Time-Turner opens a gap.
While nervous and fearful, Hermione found that she had regained her physical body. She hurriedly sneaked to the kitchen to steal food. It is part of the many strange rumors of Hogwarts.
A ghost stealing food?
But she was too hungry at the time to take care of that much. Facts proved that her approach was correct—two hours after that, she was taken to jump in time, and her body became almost nothingness again, but fortunately she figured out the law, To be able to do something she's always wanted to do.
Such as sending a letter.
After about a month and a half like this, Hermione found that she also had an entity under normal conditions, like wearing an invisibility cloak. She guessed that as she approached the normal timeline, she herself was also stepping towards reality step by step. It's only a matter of time before it's discovered.
So she escaped from school and returned home, preparing to record her experience and spend the last time with her parents. After that... Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Felix: "Thank you, Professor."
"What?"
"Oh, I mean, I seem to have found a new goal, including the previous one—professor, I plan to enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation." Hermione said.
"Bad news, I thought you would choose the 'Future World' company." Felix's tone was a little headache.
"I will not give up the ancient rune either." Hermione said greedily.
…
Felix and Hermione returned to Black's old house, and before they had spoken a few words, it was time for bed. Mrs. Weasley stopped Ron from bragging about his new broom and drove them back to their rooms.
"That's Nimbus 2000!"
Called Ron and Ginny in unison. But immediately Ron looked at Ginny warily, "You don't expect me to lend you the broom, do you?"
"Stingy."
Ginny snorted and stood up proudly like a proud cat.
"Okay, children, you go to bed early too, there will be a lot of trouble tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley said with experience. "I have to wake you up earlier, otherwise someone will lose everything..."
She hit it off. The next morning, the whole house was in chaos and chaos. Mrs. Weasley and the portrait of Mrs. Black hanging in the hall were shouting at the same time.
"—No magic! You two idiots—"
"--dirty bastard, defiled my ancestor's house--"
Harry put on his clothes in a panic, and stuffed the toiletries in the suitcase at random. The others were also in a hurry. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they boarded the Hogwarts Express.
"Fred and George tried to cast a spell on the trunk ~IndoMTL.com~ and almost fell on me..." Ginny explained the morning to Harry.
Harry scratched his head, not knowing how to face Ginny alone—just now, Ron and Hermione went to the prefect's carriage, "Uh, are you okay?" Felt terrible.
"I'm fine." Ginny smiled, and they searched for an empty compartment with their luggage all the way. Not far in front of them was a blonde girl with disheveled, dirty, waist-length hair. "I saw Luna, let's go there," said Ginny.
Harry raised his head, although he only saw a figure from behind, he recognized her immediately from the movement of that person floating into the carriage in a trance.
They pushed through the crowd and picked up Neville on the way, "Oh, my God, Harry, I thought I was late." He said happily, "Just a little bit."
On the other side, Felix came to a front compartment, he opened the door, and several Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix sat quietly inside.
"Hello."
Kingsley, Dawlish, Moody, and Dedalus Diggle each nodded at him.
Felix picked an empty seat and sat down. It could be seen that with so many people sitting in the narrow compartment, Moody was nervous. Big hands always want to grab something.
"You mustn't draw your wand, Alastor." Sitting next to him, Delaro Diggle said cautiously.
Felix blinked, feeling that the trip had become more interesting, he took out another coin and let it dance on his fingertips, and his mind turned accordingly. The words that Dumbledore said to him when he appeared late at night reappeared in his memory, well, how about finding a reason to leave by then? Looking for a snack cart to buy snacks?
He sighed silently, always feeling that it didn't fit his image.