A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 555: Auditorium recruitment

When he woke up, Felix was awakened by the loud noise in the castle.

He shook his head, the castle in front of him seemed to have its own emotions. He knows it's an illusion, but it's pretty mesmerizing, Felix thinks as he washes up, like every brick in the school comes to life and can't wait to be a part of it.

Today is the last weekend in November, and it is also the day when the school promises to let the student groups approved by the student union recruit new students. Although Felix didn't think it was necessary-many clubs had already recruited people several days in advance, and now they probably had enough recruits, but the emotions he felt when he first woke up seemed to indicate that he had guessed wrong before.

After packing up, Felix brought Varun to the auditorium. He found that he still underestimated the enthusiasm of these students.

The auditorium was full of voices and was already full of students. Felix subconsciously changed to observe from the perspective of a dementor. Looking around, he felt as if he was in a cheerful ocean. Four long tables were stacked to the corners, replaced by booths like rocks, centering on these booths, aroused waves of strong emotions. There are colorful flags and shouts everywhere.

Felix walked to a corner of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood together, Professor McGonagall's face looked a little stiff, it was difficult for her to turn a blind eye to the ubiquitous violations in front of her eyes.

"Oh, Minerva, don't be too strict," said the good-natured Professor Flitwick. He took out his wand, waved it in the air a few times like a conductor, and from the tip of the wand flew colorful lines. Ribbons and a group of chirping birds, these birds fly in the air in neat formations, and from time to time they catch a single student and circle around him.

Felix narrowed his eyes, it seems to be a group of young eagles? Under the golden soft down is a fine layer of bronze-colored feathers.

He was in a daze, and he suddenly remembered that when the first year of school started, he also made similar changes to the auditorium. He conjured a big emerald green snake on the ceiling, and Severus also participated... Felix grinned With a smile, he stretched out his finger, and a huge bird snake condensed in the air.

The bird's head, thin neck, blue-green feathers, free-stretching wings and shiny feathers, and a pair of amber serene eyes when bent down.

The students in the auditorium were quiet for a while, and then they started talking more, chattering non-stop.

"Birds and snakes! I've only seen them in pictures, but I didn't expect them to be so beautiful in real life." Justin Fenrieri said with admiration.

"I saw it in classroom seven," said Susan Bones, but she also stared at the ceiling dreamily. "They were hidden in the bamboo forest, and there was a ceramic town."

"What's that?" Justin asked.

"A town made entirely of porcelain, Professor Haipu's memory even invited me to play in it, saying it was—" Susan Burns thought for a while, "Closed beta. That's right, That's the word."

"Internal testing?" Justin somewhat understood the meaning of the word, "Sounds very interesting, I don't know when it will open."

On the other side, Professor McGonagall gave Felix a hard look. She was very uncomfortable with his polite and provocative eyes. The chair magically turned somersaults out, turning into big and small golden lions.

When Dumbledore appeared, there was a chaotic scene in the auditorium: golden eaglets soared around, blue-green feathered birds and snakes carried a few students across the head, a group of badgers squatted on the wall, eyes He stared down at Peeves without blinking.

Peves was dressed up and floating in mid-air in a naive manner. He miraculously did not do anything to spoil the atmosphere.

It only meant one thing, that Peeves was delighted by the ideas that the students in the auditorium passed on.

Dumbledore felt a rubbing sensation at his feet, he lowered his head, and a fluffy lion cub raised his head and looked at him.

Dumbledore smiled, took out his wand and pointed downward, with him as the center, the dark and cold floor turned into a grass green blanket. Amid bursts of cheers, Dumbledore left politely, searching the crowd as he walked, and soon he found the very conspicuous person.

"Severus," Dumbledore and Snape stood side by side, taking the lively scene in the auditorium into view, while twiddling his thumb, "If I plan to attend a grand event, it is absolutely Would not wear a black robe."

"It's a pity, I only have clothes of this color." Snape said coldly.

"Sometimes it's good to have a change of taste, what do you think of silver? Or green?" After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stared at the students walking around in the auditorium, and after a while he said softly, "Pay attention to Felix. "

"Who?"

"Felix, Felix Hemp." Dumbledore said almost in a whisper.

"Are you crazy, Dumbledore?" Snape shouted. A dozen feet away, a student holding a Muggle movie poster shook his hands in fright. The poster fluttered to his feet, and Snape stared at the movie name on it with disgust, "The Lion King? The Lion King?"

The student picked up the poster in fear and ran away.

Snape calmed down, but his tone was even harsher. He lowered his voice and said, "Are you old-fashioned?"

Dumbledore showed a helpless expression, "I'm old, but I'm not stupid." But Snape still looked at him, as if to see if he was someone else in disguise, what about the hooked nose? It doesn't look normal.

Dumbledore knew that he had to give an explanation. He looked at the Weasley twins waving a huge banner in the distance, and sighed, "Felix is ​​doing something very dangerous."

"What is it?" Snape asked subconsciously, "Breaching the laws of the Ministry of Magic? Has he done less crimes?"

"No, Severus, it's much more serious than that," said Dumbledore, "when it comes to a man, you just need to know: in a way, he's more dangerous than Voldemort... anyway , I can’t make an accurate judgment. You were his teacher, and only you know him best.”

"No one understands Felix Heap." Snape said maliciously, "Even if one day he suddenly gave you a killing curse, I wouldn't be surprised."

"To be honest, I don't really care about that." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face: "So, pay more attention to him, okay?"

…

Fred and George stood on a wooden box with a row of empty butterbeer bottles in front of them. Seven or eight junior wizards squatted in front of the bottles, looking at the clusters of fireworks constantly exploding inside the bottles, Show an envious expression.

"Fireworks in a bottle!" Fred said happily, "As long as you sign up, you can get one for free." He pointed to the poster hanging on the side, on which flashed colorful big characters-"Sworn to defend the school rules!"

A student who read the big characters carefully was deducted points and placed in confinement for violating school rules, and has since been so ashamed that he can hardly be seen? Have you ever been ridiculed by your peers for your lame foul play? If you have the same confusion, all the answers are in the "Defend the School Rules Club to the Death", which will take you to interpret the school rules one by one, and provide an authoritative analysis of the new items added every year! Let you calmly face seven years of school life!

This student always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw a face with a bright smile. "How is it?" George said, winking his eyes, "Are you tempted? Still hesitating? It's a rare opportunity, my friend. You can sign up first. We provide three training sessions for free. If you are talented, you will be able to understand the essence soon... ..."

Two minutes later, the boy leaves blankly with a butterbeer bottle in his arms.

"Be careful not to break the bottle!" George reminded him kindly behind him, and then sighed contentedly. A deliberately low voice suddenly said in his ear: "What are the consequences after breaking it?" George was startled, and turned his head to look at the two students who were covering themselves tightly.

"Harry? Ron?" said George in surprise.

"It's us," Harry muttered.

George looked them up and down for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "Hermione has been looking for you..."

"Yeah, we know," said Ron vaguely, "we got away with it twice."

Harry glanced over his shoulder, and could see the four booths of 'Frontline Lookout Station', 's.p.e.w.', 'Curved Horn Beast Must Exist', 'Harry Potter Worshipers Club', Forming a loose square, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and the Creevey brothers were busily busy.

Harry shivered. He knew that at the Creevey brothers' booth, the photo with the face of 'Harry Potter' was hung all over the curtain. The picture of him fighting the fire dragon hangs at the top, and I don’t know how Creevey filmed it. His head occupies one-third of the picture, and the other two-thirds are the hideous Hungarian Horntail. Min clapped her hands in the corner, like an audience who strayed into the scene...

A group of people pointing around. Harry was horrified to find that - Draco Malfoy was staring at his photo, with undisguised contempt on his face, not far from him, Mafalda excitedly pulled Dennis Creevey to ask West, Dennis enthusiastically introduced to her, and then she took out a small green book and quill.

"Mind if I take notes?"

"Oh, of course not."

Two high-pitched voices passed through the noisy auditorium and entered Harry's ears.

If he had a choice, between Malfoy and Mafalda, Harry wasn't sure who he didn't want to see this scene, if it was before this school year, that person would definitely be Draco Malfoy , because he was sure to make up a bunch of nonsense to mock him, but now Harry hesitated, he had no idea what stories Mafalda would come up with.

Then he discovered something even more frightening. Professor Haipu and Sirius walked over together, stopped in front of the 'Harry Potter Admirers Club', and looked at the photos on the curtain with interest. The eyes seem to be glowing...

"Hi, Harry." Harry was patted on the shoulder suddenly, making him startled. Looking back, it was Luna.

"Why are you here?" Harry said in a low voice. He deeply regretted that he didn't take a sip of Felix Elixir before coming here.

"Hermione has been looking for you." Luna said, "I thought she was too busy, so I volunteered to help."

"Are there a lot of people signing up?" Ron asked in surprise. Is s.p.e.w. so popular?

"Yeah, they are almost overwhelmed." Luna said with her eyes wide open.

Even though there was no accusation in Luna's tone, Harry still felt a slight sense of guilt, whether it was towards Hermione or Neville. After all, he is the founder of the 'Frontline Lookout Station', but now he has left everything to others.

Harry had a slight hesitation in his heart, but when he saw Professor Haip walking by, that hesitation was immediately thrown out of the sky. If the professor asked him about the topic of the 'Harry Potter Fan Club' , he would absolutely die of shame.

…

"Can I interview you?" Mafalda asked.

"What? Me?" Dennis Creevey looked at her helplessly, and Mafalda nodded, "Oh, okay."

"What grade are you in?"

"Second Grade."

"So you enrolled last year?" Mafalda said excitedly.

"Yeah, I took that photo." Dennis proudly pointed to the photo of the Hungarian Horntail.

On the other side, Sirius readily signed the registration form, "Is that all right?"

"Of course!" Colin Creevey said excitedly, he got under the cabinet and took out a big box, "All the photos are in it, I carefully selected them."

Sirius happily left with a full set of photos of his godson.

"Dennis! I can't believe it, we have a professor in our club!" Colin screamed, turning his head to hug his brother, only to find that Dennis was gone, he looked left and right , Dennis was led by a girl to chat near the deserted s.p.e.w. booth.

Hermione, Neville and Ginny were handing out leaflets for 'Front Lookout', and occasionally dealing with questions like "What is a Snork?" Hermione's expression was full of anger. In order not to delay the matter, she deliberately put the seats of the two clubs together, but her side was empty, and none of the three freshmen that had agreed to come today! On the contrary, the 'Frontline Observation Station' was very popular, there was an endless stream of inquiries, and the registration form quickly filled up a thick stack.

Hermione gazed gloomily at the chaotic auditorium, thinking sadly: Music, movies, magic paintings and rough fighting are obviously more attractive than a society for the promotion of elf rights.

At this time, a black, chubby little guy suddenly jumped onto the table.

"chirp?"

"Varen?" Hermione raised her head and looked at Varen holding an exclusive magic wand in one hand, the tip of the wand flashed fluorescent light, it looked like she was waving two fluorescent sticks. "Oh." Hermione felt warm in her heart. She hugged Varen and rubbed it on her face, "Pa-ta--" A small notebook the size of a palm fell out of Sniff's pocket and spread out on the table.

"A master's diary?" Hermione could barely make out the crooked letters on the book. She looked at Varen in confusion. Turned around and slipped away. Hermione thought for a few seconds, then pursed her lips and smiled.

"What is this?" a voice asked.

"The frontline observation station, you can think of it as an Auror reserve. Although it is spontaneous, we will provide professional training as much as possible and..." Hermione subconsciously read the lines, "Uh, professor?"

Felix smiled and nodded at her.

"No one cares?" he asked, looking at the stack of blank registration forms on the table.

"Probably inappropriate," said Hermione dejectedly.

"If you just want to attract some members, you can try what the Weasley twins do," says Felix. He and Hermione looked in the direction of the 'Sworn to Defend School Rules' club, which was overcrowded, in stark contrast to this side.

"But I don't want to—" Hermione bit her lip, struggling.

"Hello?" A voice interjected, and Mafalda looked at them with her head in her head. She had just made an appointment with Dennis for an interview, and then carried out the scheduled plan non-stop. "Can I get an entry form?"

Hermione stared at her with wide eyes, "You want to join s.p.e.w.?"

Mafalda shrugged, "If you agree—"

"Agreed!" said Hermione right away, "You're interested in house-elves too? What do you think? I actually think the name is a bit outdated, but it's a good first target for the organization... I mean ~IndoMTL.com~ is different from my original idea, I hope that the new charter can unite all creatures with human-like intelligence, and everyone can get what they need from each other. Even in terms of force, wizards have an absolute advantage. At this time On the contrary, it is time to show your demeanor..."

Felix was listening silently with a quill pen in his hand. His assistant seemed to be perfecting his ideas all the time. In his view, equal rights are unnecessary, anyway, he would not do such thankless things. But it is still very valuable to eliminate hatred and establish a pan-magic alliance headed by wizards.

After thinking about it, he took a registration form and filled it out.

Mafalda is not used to Hermione's enthusiasm, "Oh, uh," she stammered, "There is something I'd better tell you. Counting your side, I have joined twenty-seven Club..."

The joy froze on Hermione's face.

"Are you kidding? Or did you add all the clubs you can sign up for?"

"Of course not!" Mafalda said angrily, "I will definitely have a chat before joining, at least make sure they are not just a whim..." Her voice was getting weaker and weaker, sounding very unconvincing .

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally Hermione compromised. She said wearily, "Okay, here's the form... wait, this one's already been filled out...Professor?" Hermione looked left and right, only to see Harry and Ron sneaking up from the other side , they almost mummified themselves.

"You--know--come back?" Hermione yelled at them.

"The professor left?" Harry and Ron avoided looking at her. Harry said guiltily, "Great, uh, I mean... why are you here?" He turned to stare at Mafalda.

Mafalda raised her face proudly.