A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 522: The old wand and the new wand

Looks like they've thought of getting together - mainly Minerva and Severus - to mark some of their summer homework during the middle of the day. As for Felix, he was much more free than the other two.

But he still sat in the armchair, holding a stack of papers and reading.

For a while, the staff lounge was quiet, only the sound of grading papers. The correction methods of the three professors are different: Professor McGonagall is the most rigorous and conscientious, and the "rustling" sound of the quill almost never stops, just like the sound of drizzle brushing grass blades; Snape is just the opposite, he is very long There was no movement for a while, and then he suddenly used a lot of force to draw on the parchment. After only listening for a while, Felix could roughly judge the student's level and how Severus was feeling...

Felix writes a series of page numbers at the end of the paper to indicate what the students need to re-understand. After half an hour, he stood up from the chair, straightened his body, and was about to go out to get some air. Snape, who had been silent all this time, raised his head, stared at Felix's back, and then left the staff room.

Felix appeared in the courtyard, and it was drizzling outside, standing by a tall pillar. From the heights of the castle extended wide eaves, which cast a great shadow over a small patch of bushes.

Felix squinted his eyes and stared at the blurred vision in the distance, where a student was bouncing around in the rain like a rabbit.

Magic is amazing and convenient. He couldn't remember how many times the thought had crossed his mind.

Snape did not know when he was standing next to him, and there were other students in the yard coming out to breathe, but whenever they approached, Snape would stare back with vicious eyes, so the rest of the conversation went smoothly . The two of them appraised the atmosphere, and spoke almost at the same time——

"I hear you got a new wand," said Snape.

"I heard that you found a part-time job recently." This is what Felix said.

Snape's face froze for a moment, and he said softly: "Our headmaster really trusts you...then you have to be careful, it usually means that he has a new arrangement for you. "

"Are you saying that he intends to reuse me?" Felix asked. He found a very interesting thing. In the eyes of different people, the image of Dumbledore may be completely different. What about himself? How many faces does he have in other people's hearts?

"Reuse..." Snape repeated playfully, "If you don't mind being a **** and being firmly controlled by others...it's okay."

"It's scary~ He won't have the blood of a prophet, right? But I remember that he doesn't really believe in prophecies." Felix said exaggeratedly.

Snape gave him a sideways glance, "Our headmaster is a very good chess player, he will analyze you thoroughly before the conversation starts, so that you think that everything you do is chosen by yourself, It just happened to be what he wanted."

Felix felt a familiar taste, and he seemed to be doing the same thing himself—to prepare as much as possible before the negotiation, so as not to give the other party a chance to refuse. So it sounded like Snape was blaming himself.

"You're full of complaints, Severus."

"It's just a feeling." Snape said calmly, "So, the name of your new wand is 'The Elder Wand'?" Although it was a bit of a mouthful, Felix still understood.

"That's right," he replied curtly.

"Is it Ollivander's work?" Snape asked.

"Yes, the skills are quite superb."

"Some people don't think so," Snape said softly.

Felix rolled his eyes, "Is it your part-time master? Don't you think he is too strict——"

"Some people think," Snape raised his voice, his black eyes staring at the layers of rain, "this wand has existed for a long time, it has been kept by the Ollivander family, and it has only recently found its owner again."

Felix was a little surprised, "That's strange." Did Voldemort misunderstand something? Felix used his brain, and the image of Voldemort retreating without a fight flashed in front of his eyes. What he misunderstood...

"The Elder Wand?"

Snape fell silent. So, Felix wondered, Lucius told Voldemort what had happened in the wand shop? He recalled his conversation with Mr. Ollivander carefully, and he was sure that his words were full of jokes about fairy tales.

But who knows what Voldemort thinks, his mind is not normal...

"There are indeed various legends about powerful wands in history, such as the Elder Wand, the Death Wand, and the Fate Wand... The rumors about the Elder Wand are the most exaggerated, and the process of spreading them is also the most **** and cruel...Of course, not many people believe them , those who know it will listen to them as stories... But you can't conclude from this that these powerful wands really never existed." Snape said in a low voice.

"Why do you say that the process of spreading the Elder Wand was **** and cruel?" Felix asked, picking out a familiar name.

Snape glanced at him.

"It is rumored that only by capturing this wand from the previous owner can it become its true owner. And this usually means conspiracy, means **** killings. There is a lot of evidence to show this—"

"So you believe this too?" Felix asked.

Snape did not answer directly, he continued: "Several powerful dark wizards in history have used their lives to testify to its reputation. Of course, there is another school of opinion that all this is just a ridiculous coincidence The researchers of the world have thoroughly studied and deduced from the alternation process of a limited number of wand owners, and the wrong law summarized from it is just a story worth talking about.”

"I'm not holding an elder wand." Felix smiled.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not, it doesn't matter if I say it." Snape pouted.

Felix was dumbfounded. He had a new understanding of what Dumbledore said before. How could he know what the enemy was thinking? As long as he can be deduced from his actions, at least in this matter, Felix can draw a conclusion: Before Voldemort knew the authenticity of the "Old Wand", he would never dare to be his enemy.

The deterrent effect of a fake Elder Wand is amazing.

Even Felix couldn't help being a little moved - just as Voldemort was afraid of Felix, Felix was also afraid of Voldemort. It is perfectly normal for two wizards with equal strength and far beyond normal level ~IndoMTL.com~ to value each other's true thoughts inadvertently revealed.

Of course he knew that the Elder Wand in his hand was a fake, but what if there really was an invincible wand in reality, and he secretly named his new wand after it, Does this herald something? Like, does he end up with the real Elder Wand?

But Felix quickly calmed down this thought. He was not willing to believe that there was an invincible magic wand, no matter how strong it was, could it be as strong as a wizard?

What's more, the magic wand is just a transition for him, and he doesn't need to spend too much energy on things that are destined to give up. Why not study how to counter Voldemort's Killing Curse, he now has at least three ideas - zooming spell to magnify entities, seventh-level iron armor curse, and magical creature transformation. But it will take time to be flexible.

Felix fell into deep thought. He had always underestimated the scaling spell in the past, and only thought about how to shrink the target. But after thinking about it carefully, it is also a good strategy to enlarge the things around him.

In the future, he can take some coins, stones, nails and other things with him, and throw them all at once when he encounters Voldemort...even mice.

…

"Who's there!" Snape exclaimed suddenly. He walked menacingly into the shadows, his robes rattling.

Felix came back to his senses, just in time to hear Snape's exasperated voice yelling: "For eavesdropping on the professor's speech, fifty points will be deducted! Everyone! Plus confinement!"

Felix blinked and moved a few steps to the side, and now he could see clearly.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood together dejectedly, with sickly expressions, and Harry was still holding a limp rope in his hand, which was the retractable ear invented by the Weasley twins.

The other end of the retractable ear was trembling at Snape's feet, and Snape's nose seemed to be crooked.