A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 530: The truth is the only thing that doesn’t matter

Felix put away the newspaper, "chirp!" Warren called out.

It's not finished yet!

"Okay, seriously, your reading speed should be up, where do you see now?"

The fork in Valen's hand pointed to a paragraph in the middle of the newspaper.

"Snake stick?" Felix muttered, "I'll tell you a story about a secret room some other day." He continued to drink his porridge, ignoring the curious eyes in the auditorium. After a peaceful breakfast, he appeared in the Hogwarts headmaster's office.

There are already guests there.

A short, fat, bald man squeezed his bloated body into an armchair. With one fat hand, he picked up a piece of frosted pineapple from the box next to it, and chewed it with his mouth. Whiskers cling to little bits of icing.

"Principal Dumbledore, I have something to report to you." Felix looked at the man calmly. He was wearing a maroon velvet coat, and the shiny copper buckle made a swallowing movement on him. Makes an overwhelming sound.

It's strange, I can think of the scene of the Thestral eating, but the Thestral is much thinner than the wizard right now.

Slughorn glanced at Felix casually, and the movement of his mouth suddenly stopped, "Is it him, Albus?" He looked at Dumbledore sitting opposite him and asked, compared with him , Dumbledore looked pitifully thin.

"Felix Hype," said Felix politely, "if you want to ask my name."

"Ah, of course, who else can impress people with this ability." The wizard said, jumping up from the chair nimbly, and put his other clean hand into his coat pocket, and took out a pair of soft clothes. A purple velvet handkerchief, and wiped her fingers carefully.

"I've been looking for a chance to get to know you," he said, handing his chubby hand to Felix, "the famous Felix Hemp, the pride of Slytherin."

"You're overrated," Felix said, shaking his hand and feeling his fingers sticky when he let go, but he knew it was psychological. He tentatively asked: "Mr. Slughorn?"

The wizard grinned, his protruding belly shaking regularly.

"Sit here..." Slughorn asked him to sit closer to him, and said in the tone of the owner of the house. Dumbledore seemed to find it very interesting with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Lex jumped off his shoulders, tugged at Dumbledore's trousers, and pointed to Fox, who was resting on the shelf, with his pink little finger.

"chirp?"

Dumbledore handed it a candy as if by magic, and winked at Warren: "Sharing is the key to friendship."

"I agree with you, Dumbledore." Slughorn said, he sat down side by side with Felix, his body retracted into the chair and wriggled to adjust the most suitable angle, after a while he sighed, his body Leaning back in his chair, "Would you like a piece, Felix?" he said rather enthusiastically.

"No thanks," said Felix, "I've been allergic to sweets lately."

"I have a time like that," Slughorn said laughingly, picking up another pastry. Touch it... that was when I was younger, now I prefer to have a little of everything."

"Very wise speech," said Felix curtly, only better without the example of sweets. He silently watched Varun climb onto the table with slender legs, and stared at the phoenix Fox standing on the gilded perch. Varun was standing on the table with candy dangling, and Fox squinted at it.

Dumbledore and Slughorn were also watching them with interest.

"Heap of cockroaches, some people don't like it, but it actually has a different flavor." Dumbledore said, while speaking, Fox quickly poked his head out from the perch, snatched the cockroach-shaped candy from Varen's hand, and swallowed it in one gulp There was a crisp sound of "Ka Chi Ka Chi".

The three looked back contentedly at the same time.

"Ah, I'll get what you want." Dumbledore said suddenly to Slughorn, who stood up and walked around the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Felix felt Slughorn's eyes resting on him as he disappeared down the stairs.

"You are more talkative than I thought," he said after a few seconds, "I mean, a lot of people have mentioned you in their letters, and it's hard to believe that they have such a big difference in their evaluation of you."

"That's not surprising," said Felix.

"Oh, uh, you're right, everyone's position is different, I heard some rumors, such as your parentage... Although I personally don't care at all-it's true!" Slughorn said, Then he spent quite a long time talking about the contacts he knew, "in a key position." Many of them were wizards from Muggle families, and as he said, he had no prejudice against blood.

On the contrary, Felix read a hobby called "collection addiction" from his never-tiring expression. So Felix suggested that he write a memoir, and write down all the gifted students he had taught. After listening to it, Slughorn's face was flushed, and he felt like he had met a bosom friend.

"I discovered when I was the head of Slytherin, the little Muggle-born wizards can always bring me all kinds of novel ideas, it's incredible...Of course, I mean the excellent one Grant. From this point of view, their existence is very necessary and can bring fresh blood to the old magic world... It's a pity that I didn't retire two years later." He stared at Felix with burning eyes, as if regretting himself A treasure is missing.

"Do you still keep in touch with those students?" Felix asked. From the few words he heard during the summer vacation, the old gentleman lived in a rather remote place.

"Well, I originally planned to hide and avoid the limelight. You know, there will be chaos outside soon, and I won't be able to get along with those dangerous people, but they will definitely find me... I have this hunch," Slughorn said, "Dumbledore found me at this moment."

He looked pissed, "He wanted something from me, oh, I can't say what—" He shook his frosted fingers, "I've worked with him, understand He is a man who will never give up until he achieves his goal. He even found a little guy to be a lobbyist!"

Felix smiled, he knew who that person was, it was Harry.

"I'll just say in private that he's got a mean hand," Slughorn whispered, coming close to him, in a confiding tone, "but it's brilliant, he hit my soft spot, I'm getting old and my heart is softening, especially when it comes to the children of my favorite students..." He sighed deeply, and his walrus mustache curled up comically, "By the way, she's also Muggle-born."

"Lily is a genius, spiritual, ingenious, and knows how to give back... Since knowing my birthday, she has sent a thoughtful gift every year, never late, even after she graduated Break it off. When I read the news of her death in the newspaper, I knew that no one would send me warm knee pads in the future... Well, in a word, good people don’t live long." He muttered, took up the handkerchief and blew it heavily nose.

Felix didn't know how to respond or whether to respond to him, but he changed the subject smoothly.

"You don't know how Dumbledore pried other people's mouths open? He specially brought wine on my birthday, saying that he wanted to celebrate me, but he couldn't lie to me. I know what he was thinking. I thought about it! But I can't refuse a sumptuous dinner, even if there is no purpose for one big one and one small one... The most annoying thing is, he left me alone after he took advantage of it, and I asked him to introduce the other two The youngest recipient of the Medal of Merlin, but he keeps saying that I am not a teacher at the school and cannot bother them... He even suggested that I write a letter!"

Slughorn looked aggrieved.

At this time, Dumbledore appeared in the stairs, and he spoke in a tone of being amused:

"Dear Horace, of course I am not targeting you. In fact, during this period of time, I have been approached by the media, wanting me to arrange their interviews, but I have rejected them in the name of affecting learning. , I don't think it's a good thing to let them know that they suddenly have a group of admirers, it will mess up their little brains."

Dumbledore said, handing him a package.

"Thank you," Slughorn said rarely, struggling to get up from the armchair to take the package. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, where a green flame flared up. "I will come again, Dumbledore!"

Slughorn stepped one foot into the flames, hesitated for a moment, then retracted, he dug a small bottle from his pocket and threw it to Felix, "Hand me over to Harry Potter , Say it's his late birthday present."

He stepped into the flames, hugged the package, and disappeared in a comical circle.

Felix looked at the thumb-sized bottle in his hand, it was Felicia. He put it away casually, looked at Dumbledore and said in a deep voice, "Albus, I have something to tell you."

"Is it about the Elder Wand?"

"You saw today's paper too?" Felix asked.

"More than today's newspapers," said Dumbledore.

"What?"

"I got in touch with some friends in France, Bulgaria, Norway, and even the United States this morning, and they told me they saw similar articles, but not today, the earliest records date back to a week ago."

Felix frowned.

Voldemort's plan to kill three birds with one stone was thoroughly implemented. From his point of view, Voldemort had three purposes. It is to use other people's lives to test the authenticity of the Elder Wand; as for the third, Voldemort may still have a secret expectation, in case he and Dumbledore break up because of this matter.

After all, he was staying in the school. If there were always dark wizards spying on him every day, maybe Dumbledore would really be dissatisfied. If he were Voldemort, he could take the opportunity to control a few unlucky people to sneak into the school, and cooperate with some public opinion offensive...

But with such a big fanfare, Felix always felt that Voldemort might have other plans.

School? Ministry of Magic? Or Sword Castle? He thought to himself.

"Voldemort finally found some work for the huddled Death Eaters," he said sarcastically.

"This approach really caught us off guard. If the news was only limited to the UK, I believe we would not be so passive... At this time, many people may have entered the UK illegally." Dumbledore said, "I contacted Amelia, she will come later."

Felix nodded.

"What are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked.

"Two things... First, please ask Ms. Burns to clarify to the public. Her words are more convincing than mine. With her testimony, at least the British wizarding world will not be in chaos."

"That makes sense," said Dumbledore with a smile on his face.

"Second thing," Felix's eyes flashed with a strange light, "Let the wind out, saying that I have a way to prove the doubts of the outside world, and welcome the witnesses of British wizards and 'foreign' wizards." He was witnessing this The words are accentuated.

At this moment, he looked sharp.

The so-called witness is just a euphemism for a challenge.

You say I have the Elder Wand, but I don't need it at all. Empty hands can still make all those who covet the power of the Elder Wand despair. Felix grinned, showing his white teeth, and he was looking forward to that day.

"Felix..." Dumbledore paused.

"Don't worry," Felix glanced at him, "If it's possible, I won't take people's lives at will, but don't expect them to have a better life." The shadow at the place will only be more envious and fearful, but it will become trouble if it is placed on him.

He seemed too low-key.

British mainland is better, some of his 'deeds' are faintly circulated in dark corners, and no one will easily find him.

But in foreign countries, his name seems insignificant, well, not necessarily, Felix thought, many people have seen him make a move in the Quidditch World Cup, but he can't say how much effect it has. .

The clock ticked eleven o'clock, and the flames in the fireplace rose high again.

Amelia Bones came out of it in a travel-stained manner.

"You are all here," she froze for a moment, then said, "It has been confirmed that a group of people have indeed entered the country illegally. Kingsley led the Auror team to make a surprise inspection of Knockturn Alley and Hogsmoor. Germany, captured more than a dozen foreign wizards, and two of them are even fugitives from other countries.”

"There will only be more secretly." Dumbledore said softly.

"We think so too," Ms. Burns said.

"There's something wrong with the Daily Prophet—its editor must have been under the Imperius Curse," Felix said suddenly.

"That's right, we tested it with the Thiefproof Waterfall, but Barnabas Guffy doesn't remember anything, and it's hard to tell if it's a disguise." Ms. Burns said, she paused, Looking at Felix: "Mr. Haipu, I want to know, the wand in your hand..."

Felix waved a hand, and a black wand flew towards her.

"I did order a new wand from Mr. Ollivander - a copy of my first wand, thirteen inches, ebony, the only difference is that the core was replaced by my own hair ’” said Felix, making a please gesture.

Ms. Burns showed an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry." She picked up the wand and waved it lightly, but the wand didn't respond, and even resisted her magic power.

"You should be able to find its characteristics, which are extremely exclusive and only suitable for me." Felix said softly, he opened his hand calmly, the wand broke free from Ms. Burns' shackles abruptly, and flew over spontaneously, Circling around him while buzzing excitedly.

"So you should be able to judge that this is the most suitable wand for me."

Ms. Burns watched this scene in amazement, and subconsciously nodded.

"Wait, your hair?" She looked at Felix strangely, "Do you have the blood of a magical creature? Oh, sorry, you don't have to answer..."

Felix has a dark face, which is why he doesn't want others to know the material of the core, especially acquaintances, such as Sirius and Severus, although these two people have completely opposite personalities, they will definitely Some sort of consensus on this one - he's going to die laughing.

"The reason why I use hair is related to my unique magic path." He simply explained.

“I can testify to this~IndoMTL.com~ said Dumbledore.

Bones thought he was talking about unique magic, so he didn't ask any further. The three discussed for a while, and finally reached an agreement.

"Oh, that's right," Ms. Burns said before leaving, "Tonks reported to me the large puppet guards of Sword Castle. I walked around the gate of Sword Castle and felt their extraordinary... I wonder if the Ministry of Magic can purchase a batch?"

"Okay, I'll talk to Remus." Felix said, "But don't expect too much from them. Their existing defense mechanisms are still relatively rigid, and at best they can be used as a restraining force. exists."

"Can it reduce combat casualties?" Ms. Burns asked.

"Sure."

"That's enough," said Ms. Burns, as she stepped away from the fireplace.

Felix also got up to leave. He has to make some preparations for the next few days. He is more optimistic. In his opinion, this is a good opportunity to promote the rune system and expand the influence of the "Future World" company. It depends on how he does it.

Warren waved to Fox, and Phoenix let out a haughty cry.

When Felix came to the door, Dumbledore hesitated and called him from behind, "Actually, I know where the Elder Wand belongs."

Felix turned his head and looked at him deeply.

"It doesn't matter anymore," he said.

"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "In this confrontation, the truth is the only unimportant thing."

"—but I'm still interested," Felix added.

Dumbledore was a little stunned when he heard the words, and he shook his head for a while, "Well, if you insist...it's in my hands."

At this time, after a whole morning of fermentation, the news in the newspaper had already spread in the school, and the students were enthusiastically discussing the topic of "Ten Magic Wands".