A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 554: New topic

"I've never seen such a spectacular scene!" Fred approached and said, with a strange sense of satisfaction on his face.

Harry looked at the notice board and understood what he meant. The names of the student associations posted on it add up to more than a hundred, and most of them were established within a week. A hundred kinds of snuff bottles", Harry's eyes searched the parchment, and sure enough, he found a similar club, but he was not sure whether it was a "Muggle handicraft" or a "magical creation of goblins".

Two feet away from him, a Hufflepuff boy happily introduced the magic drawing, "If you just animate the things drawn on the paper, it couldn't be easier. It's just the foundation of the foundation, and there are many complexities." Way, you can even interact with the people inside!"

"Isn't that just a magic portrait? There are many hanging in the castle." His companion said.

"Of course it's different!" The boy blushed and raised his voice and said, "Think about it, there is a little man trapped in the maze, in order to avoid being eaten by a hundred fried-tailed snails, he only If you can count on you to escape, you must use your brains to help the little man, and if he comes out, he will hold the canvas to express his gratitude to you..."

Harry listened for a while, thinking it was very interesting, but he soon found out that the boy started inviting the audience to join his "Magic Painting Club", and Harry opened his mouth in surprise.

At this time, Hermione emerged from the crowd, beaming.

"Successful!" She said happily, "Three of them intend to join sp.e.w., and they are all freshmen. I didn't expect the new students this year to be so caring."

"Hermione, no abuse of prefect rights. You told me that," said Ron.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Ron pursed his lips and stopped talking. When Hermione turned around and merged into the crowd again, he lowered his voice and said to Harry: "If it's not relying on the prefect's rights, it can only mean that the current basic education for little wizards But off, I don't even master the spelling of 'vomit'..."

In the corner, Felix and Snape stood together.

"I thought you wouldn't do such innocuous things." Snape's lips squirmed, enclosing his voice in a very small range, only the two of them could hear it.

"It's a piece of cake," Felix said, looking at the cluttered students.

He felt that he had developed a weird habit after studying dementors - he liked to stay in a positive and cheerful atmosphere, but unfortunately, halfway through the research, the dementor in his hand Blame is not enough. The specific process was that the last dementor was starved, and he couldn't help stealing part of the stadium emotions he had collected so hard, so Felix did a few destructive experiments on that dementor...

While thinking about how to replenish the supply, he asked softly: "Is there a lot of pressure from part-time jobs recently?"

Snape took a deep breath and said in a deadpan tone, "It's easier than teaching a bunch of trolls."

"Oh," Felix understood, counting the students of Gryffindor House in the crowd. "One, two, three, four..."

Snape turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, Felix smacked his lips, "It's a good thing I don't have this problem, both Slytherin and Gryffindor students are doing well..." He paused He paused and said, "Someone told me that the person who can't even mention his name has been depressed recently. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are somewhat disappointed. You know, meaningless overtime is the most frustrating."

Snape said nothing.

His memory went back half a month ago. It wasn't long after the battle at Hogsmeade that he felt the Dark Mark hot on his arm, Voldemort calling him. Of course he didn't leave immediately, which was a privilege given to him by Voldemort: because he was undercover, he didn't have to respond immediately even if he was called.

So he pretended that nothing happened, and waited calmly until Dumbledore came back. Dumbledore showed him a withered hand, and murmured how much time he had left. Snape wanted to A punch to Dumbledore's twisted nose.

Dumbledore was not injured at all, at least in Snape's opinion, it wasn't the hand that really needed to be concerned, but his suddenly younger face. But after Snape asked a few words, the subject was diverted.

Snape knew what Dumbledore meant. He stared at the withered, scorched, and lifeless hand, and deeply recorded this picture, imprinted it in his mind, and could freely combine it when needed. The memory he wanted.

From that day until the evening, the Dark Mark changed twice more, each time becoming more urgent, and in the end it even caused him unbearable pain.

So Snape had to go to see Voldemort a little earlier than expected, and he thought of a reason before he left - Dumbledore ordered him to stay in the school, and he couldn't get away. But after the meeting, Voldemort didn't ask any relevant questions. He had never seen Voldemort lose his composure so much, and those red eyes seemed to want to devour others.

Bellatrix, the key woman, whom Dumbledore had brought to his attention, was now staying with Voldemort in fear.

After Voldemort asked him to go back, he immediately went to a secret room on the eighth floor of the castle and retrieved a tattered crown. "A large cabinet full of miscellaneous things, splashed with strong acid, a bust of a wizard with a hood, a broken disappearing cabinet..." He described it in detail, for fear that Snape would not be able to find it.

Snape agreed, although he expected Voldemort to be disappointed.

Then Voldemort asked about Harry Potter's scars in detail, and Snape said everything, and then he asked about Parseltongue. This secret was exposed as early as Harry's second grade. Snape had nothing to hide either. There was a long, suffocating silence after the questioning. Bellatrix remained as motionless as a quail, maintaining a ridiculous movement throughout the conversation.

Finally, Voldemort asked about Dumbledore's injuries. According to Dumbledore's account, Snape described in detail every time he saw the headmaster from the beginning of school to the present. These scenes have a common feature, that That's Dumbledore wearing gloves all the time.

Hearing this, Voldemort's face had a complex look of annoyance and joy intertwined.

Snape was then ordered to return to the school immediately to check on the crown. And the news must be reported to him before dawn.

Snape felt that Voldemort was crazy. He didn't seem to care whether his undercover agent would be exposed, but he still agreed. Snape returned to the school, appeared on the eighth floor like a ghost, and then turned a corner into the headmaster. Office—this is the life of a double-faced undercover agent, and even reporting takes twice as long.

Estimated that the time was almost up, and he met Voldemort again.

This time the meeting place was changed to August Rookwood's old house. This 'loyal' Death Eater is currently being imprisoned in Azkaban, so his home was not welcome by Voldemort occupied. Voldemort still followed Bellatrix, and it seemed that Voldemort intended to keep her with him.

Snape reported the information collected calmly, the crown was naturally lost, Voldemort was furious, even the word 'furious' seemed too light, he walked around the dark room, holding The snake stick made a hissing sound. Voldemort cursed Dumbledore loudly, using almost every vicious language he could think of.

The opposite order came out of his mouth.

He first asked Snape to poison Dumbledore when he had a chance to heal his wounds, "Let Dumbledore die, die!" Voldemort roared wildly, but it didn't take long for him to veto this Thinking, "Go investigate the whereabouts of the crown," he said through gritted teeth, "We must find out whether it was destroyed or hidden... If necessary, you can break into the principal's office, no, wait for my news..."

"I will arrange spies from the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with your actions."

But after half a month, there was no news from Voldemort's side as if he was dead, and Snape didn't know who the spy Voldemort was talking about. Wouldn't that person stop coming?

In the next few days, Hogwarts was enveloped in a restless atmosphere.

Although the last weekend in November is still a few days away, students are already eager to get into action, often taking the opportunity of classes from different houses together to recruit members for their clubs.

According to Felix's observation, Gryffindor and Slytherin basically had no interaction, but they all chose students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff College to attack.

Even when you go out for a walk, you can see students from different colleges gather together and whisper.

It's just that he didn't expect that there were some students who had their ideas on him.

"Hi, Felix." Luna hid behind a piece of armor and peeked around, and jumped out excitedly when she saw him.

Felix walked over, "Luna?" He looked at her in surprise. Not far from them, a group of girls hid behind the pillars and looked at them.

"That's right," Luna said with a serious face, "I want to invite you to join my club."

"Your club is—"

"The 'Horned Snork must exist' club."

"Uh——" Felix paused, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that you can't recruit people and want to ask me to make up the number? It's not impossible, but I am a professor after all, and I recommend Varun... ..."

"Oh, no, I've gathered enough three people." Luna said happily, "But if you gather the students from the four colleges and one professor, you can engrave the club's name on the candles in the auditorium, First come, first served, I have to hurry up."

Felix was slightly dazed, "Why didn't I know this happened?"

"This is a hidden clue." Luna said.

It’s gossip, Felix said in his heart. He should have expected that with the temperament of Hogwarts students, there would definitely be all kinds of reliable and unreliable rumors, but he didn’t expect that the one who got caught was Luna, he glanced at the students in the corner, probably they were the ones who encouraged her.

Felix thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "Since you found out, well, I agree. Don't tell anyone else."

After he left, Luna was immediately surrounded by a group of chattering girls.

"How about it, did you succeed?"

Luna nodded.

"Is the news true?" a girl asked.

"The professor won't let me tell." Luna replied blankly.

"Oh..." The girls looked at each other meaningfully, which seemed to be true, and they dispersed in a long voice, not knowing which professor to go to.

Felix returned to the office, thinking about making a portable dementor capture cage, and selling it to the Ministry of Magic when the time came, just paying the bill with dementors. He sat on the sofa in a daze, without thinking for a long time. He raised his head and saw that Varun was sitting opposite him with "A New Explanation of the Magic Text", flipping the pages quickly.

This subject magazine is published by Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood. He will send a sample to Felix every month, and will give a set of "Singing" for that month sing a different tune".

"The Quibbler" is a typical wizarding tabloid. Although its circulation is not high, it does not lack readers. According to Felix's understanding-although Luna vehemently denied it-the positioning of this newspaper is similar to entertainment news, which contains all kinds of hilarious conspiracy theories and discussions of virtual creatures.

Of course, serious topics are sometimes discussed in a serious manner, but the conclusions drawn are often unimaginable. Felix anonymously published a few small essays on it, imagining the future wizarding society. One of them is about Mars exploration:

"A wizard was going to take a Muggle-made aircraft to grow vegetables on Mars. He was stopped for using the traceless stretching spell to carry 300 Muggles. The Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government claimed that they would amend the law to ban all Opaque containers, as a result, hot water bottles on Mars have become a rare resource..."

The response has been lukewarm.

Instead, Luna's father imitated a similar form and wrote a short story: A fortune-teller traveled to Mars, because the "halo" of Mars was too strong to make predictions, so the fortune-teller was riding a broom He was accidentally hit by a meteorite while flying.

This story has become the latest popular joke in the wizarding world. According to the degree of closure of the wizarding world, it is estimated that it will not be outdated if it is circulated for a hundred years...

Valun is not interested in the jerky theories in "A New Explanation of the Runes" ~IndoMTL.com~ but he likes to find the names of acquaintances on it. While flipping through the pages, it took out its precious wand to write and draw in the air, and soon there were crooked letters all over the office. Felix felt dizzy, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the words in the air. Together, knead into a shiny ball.

Warren yelled in dissatisfaction.

Felix threw the ball to Varen, and Varen threw it back to him angrily. Soon, the adults and children happily played this interesting (boring) little game.

Before going to bed, Felix suddenly remembered to write a letter to his new pen pal who lives in Nurmengardberg——

“…

It's not a matter of courage, and it has nothing to do with laziness, it's a matter of brains. Even if I was born in your era, I would not choose to be an enemy of 600,000 wizards and 2 billion ordinary people-in my opinion, enslavement is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive method-not to mention that the population of both sides has doubled by almost three times. times.

Speaking of doubling, I suddenly remembered a question about the expansion spell. I have a co-worker who grows special, um, extra-large pumpkins... Do you think eating this enchanted pumpkin for a long time will cause you malnutrition? Or is it harmful to the soil?

I think this topic is more valuable and can be assigned to the field of Muggle studies.

…

Accompanying the letter are two political books, as well as an excellent newspaper that I strongly recommend——"The Quibbler", which has sold more than 500 copies in a single day, and is worth reading. "

After writing the letter, Felix raised his head and straightened his waist. Varun, who was lying on the opposite side of the desk, immediately closed the diary and looked at him warily.

Felix pouted, wondering which unlucky guy in the school was defeated by Varen again this time. It's a pity that he only saw two names, one is Astoria, and the other is Mafalda...