A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 561: Conversation between men

Christmas is coming in a timely manner.

There is no one in the school. Felix thought it was because the newspapers published the latest situation every day, which reminded the students from the side: there is still a black devil lurking outside the peaceful campus. So during the Christmas season they are eager to be with their families all the more.

"It's not that bad, actually," Professor McGonagall said, "During the last war, people always felt precarious, and whatever decisions were made quickly."

"Like what?"

"For example, it's not uncommon for couples to get married right after graduation, or to elope and flee abroad together..." Professor McGonagall's tone was somewhat disapproving.

Two seats away, astronomy professor Sinista is describing in detail a spectacular solar eclipse she has seen. Trelawney, who has been silent all the time, looks at her thoughtfully: "I Using the third eye to see the strange shadows on Jupiter, it may correspond to what is happening now... I really regret that I didn't give an early warning, but I was infected with the wind and cold at the time..."

The hint in her words was too obvious, and the others at the table all looked at her.

Professor Sinista asked with great interest: "You mean the astronomical spectacle of the comet hitting Jupiter? I observed it from beginning to end. It started with a big bang, then filled a huge dark cloud of dust, and continued. for several months."

Trelawney clutched the beaded necklace around her neck, "Well... we may not be talking about the same thing, you know... what people with celestial eyes see is different from normal people..."

Felix glanced sideways, then turned his head resolutely.

"Okay," said Professor Sinista, smacking his lips, digging into the beef pie on his plate. Dumbledore also looked away, and rejoined the conversation between Professor Bubaji and Professor Sprout, "I can't wait to see the latest developments, Caredi. I must say that this type of research is very meaningful, the key is There is no risk..."

"Yes, Pomona helped me a lot." Professor Bubbaji burped. Professor Sprout poured her a glass of wine with a smile.

"Where's Sirius?" Professor Flitwick looked around.

"He went home for the holidays, with his godson," said Felix.

"You mean Potter... oh, it's hard for me to connect him with the word 'father', maybe he's impressed me too much before...but I have to say, he is A qualified professor, much better than I expected." Professor Flitwick sniffed emotionally, so he didn't hear Snape's disdainful snort.

Felix thought about it, whether it was the school performance he inquired from the fat lady, or the more dazzling "the first death eater and the first prison escaper from Azkaban", he was better than Professor Black. This title has a high sense of existence...

But Sirius is also very stable now.

The cold wind is howling, and the fire in Black's old house is burning.

Just now, Sirius, who was praised by Felix in his heart for his prudence, was scolding at the moment. Mrs. Weasley raised her waist, and her short and puffy figure burst out with great energy: "Farewell without saying goodbye! Fly! Do you know how worried we were, thinking that you were taken away by a mysterious person, it’s not bad if you really want to do this," she said angrily, "You still bring Harry with you?"

Sirius leaned listlessly on the sofa, with his right hand hanging out of Mrs. Weasley's sight, fiddled with a Muggle chess piece hidden in the crevice of the stone. Harry stood aside, not daring to breathe. Mrs. Weasley yelled for half an hour, halfway through, Ginny, Ron, Lupine, and Tonks all appeared at the door, but no one had the courage to stop Mrs. Weasley who was still angry.

It wasn't until Mr. Weasley came back that she remembered that there was still beef stewing in the pot, and hurried to the kitchen.

"Please do something real, too," she called to Ginny and Ron, who were standing at the top of the stairs. Sirius, who had a dejected expression just now, stopped what he was doing and pricked up his ears. When the footsteps disappeared, he jumped up from the sofa and made a face downstairs. Ginny stared dumbfounded.

"Don't listen to her, Harry, a man has to go through some adventures... Besides, I stepped on it beforehand." He winked at Harry and "peddled" upstairs.

Ron repeatedly confirmed that his mother had really left, and approached Harry to ask. "Where did you go?"

"To visit the grave," Harry whispered through his teeth.

Ron opened his mouth, and finally patted Harry on the shoulder silently, "Don't think about it, I'll show you something nice. When you were away, Ginny asked Tonks about a lot of Auror training programs , we think that some of them can be used in frontline lookout stations..."

Harry looked up in interest. "I'll go over and have a look—are you in Ginny's room before dinner?" He looked towards the stairs, but Ginny disappeared at some point.

Going a few steps, he found Ron looking at him strangely.

"I'm warning you... if you're going to do something to Ginny, I won't allow—" he whispered, as if he'd been having the words in his head for a long time.

Harry was dumbfounded, "How could—"

The conversation between them was interrupted unexpectedly, Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the door, "It's time to eat, children, go and wash your hands. Where's Ginny?"

Harry and Ron shrank their necks at the same time, leaving the previous topic behind. "Didn't she go to you?" Ron muttered.

"All of them are disturbing..." Mrs. Weasley's voice faded away.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco Malfoy was seated at the elegantly furnished dining table, with a fire roaring in the ornate gold and gilt fireplace, clinking silver plates.

"Draco, pay attention to your manners." Narcissa said, "If you finish eating, you can take a look under the Christmas tree. While you were taking a nap, some elders brought presents."

Draco licked his lips, sat upright, looked at Lucius and said, "I, I have something to tell you."

"Is it a school thing?" Lucius put down the fork slowly, wiped his mouth, and then picked up the goblet unhurriedly.

"No." Draco said breathlessly.

"What's that?" Mrs. Malfoy looked at her son puzzled. She is fair-skinned, but has slightly high cheekbones, which always give her a slightly mean look at first glance.

Draco didn't answer his mother's question, he looked at Lucius and said, "Dad, I want to talk to you alone... a conversation between men."

Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other strangely. "So, do you think you can take responsibility?" Lucius put down his wine glass, wiped his mouth with a white flannel again, leaned back on the back of the chair, and stared at his son.

"Draco..." Narcissa's voice carried a bright warning.

"I think so," Draco said stubbornly.

"Fine, fine." Lucius said in a low voice, "Come with me." Draco jumped up from his chair quickly. "Bring your wand," Lucius said coldly. Draco's expression froze.

…

The next day, the weather was fine, and Felix came to Diagon Alley early.

"These are...?" Lupine watched in amazement as he produced a roll of parchment.

"A plan, and some information about Squibs." Felix explained: "Some addresses may be very old, and it doesn't matter if you can't find anyone."

Lupine unfolded the plan first, his lips squirmed, and he read the dark green handwriting, his expression gradually became serious, "The exclusive magic wand that allows Squibs to cast spells, the principle is the frequency of magic power...everyone is different?"

"That's right. The so-called magic power frequency is actually an accurate measurement of magic power fluctuations. The magic power of each wizard has subtle differences. This is our unique feature. In theory, you can accurately identify spellcasting through the magic power frequency The wizard..."

"Actually?" Lupine asked sharply.

"The actual situation is more complicated. If you have a strong enough control over the magic power and deliberately conceal it... you can completely change the frequency of your magic power." Felix said in an unpredictable tone: "But It must be admitted that this process is difficult...very difficult..."

Because of this, Felix can create his own wand. Because this wand can only recognize specific magic powers. If outsiders want to imitate, it is entirely by luck, and there will be no results after trying tens of thousands of times.

Looking at Felix, Lupine always felt that this smile was quite sly. He lowered his head and continued to read the plan, "Sirius took Harry to Godric's Hollow yesterday." He said while reading.

"No trouble?" Felix said, referring to Voldemort. No one knows where Voldemort is hiding now.

"No, they went and came back quickly, and they didn't stay for too long." Lupine smiled and said, "Although Molly still got a scolding, I think this is a lesson he should have learned... this plan Don't worry too much?"

Felix nodded slightly, "Let's start with those who have settled in the magic world, don't make too much fanfare."

Lupine thought about it for a while, "Felix, you don't have to focus on the Squib, some wizards... their spellcasting ability is actually very bad."

"You mean—"

"We can advertise in the newspapers, correspondence courses like 'quick spells'." Lupine showed a reminiscing expression: "I was living on this job for a while, and it was an easy time , I only need to write letters every day, and occasionally guests come to the door. My teaching ability was also developed at that time... It’s a pity that the good times don’t last long.”

This topic came to an abrupt end, and Felix estimated that the following content would not be too good.

Lupine took out the quill and tilted his head to ponder over the advertisement. Felix couldn't bear to be disturbed by that serious look. He wandered around Lupine's office, mentally analyzing the location of the Squib.

According to Felix's expectation, after all the dust settles and the wizarding world is made public, the two sides will inevitably enter into substantive exchanges. But this kind of communication is definitely not completely free and unlimited, and there will be no situation where wizards are flying all over the sky.

At this time, someone needs to go back and forth between wizarding society and Muggle society.

It is best to have a relationship with both parties, so as to serve as a bridge of communication, but bridges and bridges are different. In Felix's mind, young wizards from Muggle families—including purebloods who are willing to embark on a new wizarding ship—represent the backbone of the future wizarding world, but they will basically stay in the wizarding world in the end.

They are unlikely to serve as direct external windows, showing the magical world to the outside world. That is undoubtedly a waste.

However, in the initial stage of opening up, it is necessary to set up some "windows for communication between the two parties". The replacements Felix thought of were Squibs, and relatives of young Muggle-born wizards. These people have known the existence of magic for a long time, and occasionally experience the magic of magic firsthand. At least most of the parents of little wizards have had the experience of accompanying their children to Diagon Alley to buy books.

It is not feasible for them to study magic, but many new professions will inevitably be born in the new era, and many of them are very suitable for them.

Felix expands his imagination: First, a tour guide is a must. It can not only guide wizards to science and technology museums, museums...or ordinary people to experience a day trip to the magic world; in addition, there are writers in the new era, who will use the perspective of ordinary people—or the perspective of squibs, the perspective of wizards relatives Perspective—to describe the knowledge of the magic world and unravel the mystery of magic.

The benefits are obvious: Strangeness is a breeding ground for suspicion, and only understanding can eliminate barriers.

And of course the Magic Merchant. Potions, gourmet food, animation comics... These things must be managed by someone. It is really difficult for wizards to do business with pennies. They have calculated that 1 Galleon is equal to 17 Sikels, and 1 Sickles is equal to 29 Nats. , Felix reckons quite a few wizards can't figure out the decimal system.

But if the little wizard's parents have this wish, Felix is ​​happy to see it happen. He is very optimistic about the parents of Justin Fenriely, whom he has been in contact with...

Felix's only concern is the Squib's mentality. He could intuitively feel the ambivalence of longing and jealousy from Filch: to him, it didn't matter who ruled the wizarding world or how many people died in wizarding wars, and even the more dead the merrier.

The only people Filch could remember were those who had helped him, such as Ms. Oakby. Felix didn't even know if he was one of them.

Filch reflects the idea of ​​the fringe group of Squibs, which is very representative. Of course, others probably wouldn't be as extreme as Filch.

In most cases, once the children of wizarding families are confirmed as Squibs, they will be sent to Muggle schools early (Filch did not go because of the war), and these people rarely grow up. Then get into trouble with the magic world. Just like Mafalda's father - he married a wife and had children like a normal person, if it weren't for his daughter being a wizard, he would have spent his whole life pretending that the wizarding world didn't exist at all.

So Filch is an exception, and a relatively extreme one. After all, not all Squibs have the opportunity to see hundreds of students as soon as they open their eyes...

…

Felix casually picked up a copy of "Werewolf Code of Conduct" from the desk, and it could be seen that Lupine often flipped through this book recently, and even the corners were frayed. He opened the book~IndoMTL.com~and the pages were automatically fixed to one of the middle pages—"No, Felix!" The books in it were blown away.

A photograph floated down from the tumbling volume of Werewolf Code of Conduct, spinning and falling to the floor. The woman in the photograph, with the conspicuous short pink hair, winked mischievously at him.

Felix froze for a moment. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything." He turned around, and as expected, he heard a grinding sound, but fortunately, Lupine didn't rush to bite him. After ten seconds, he turned around, and Lupine Having cleaned the scene, sat on a chair out of breath.

"Don't say it," said Lupine hoarsely, with his face buried in his hands.

"I think Tonks is pretty—"

"Don't say it!" said Lupine quickly, his chest heaving violently.

Felix put away his joking expression, and he nodded silently. Everyone has knots... Walking out of the sword castle, Felix took out a sound transmission mirror and said to the people inside: "Give Greyback to me."

A masked sharp voice came from the opposite side, "Oh...he hides very deeply...and he may not be in the UK now..."

"Aren't you in England too?" said Felix lazily.

"I don't hang out with him! That guy is probably hiding in a cave in a small country! There are a bunch of werewolves around him!" said the man angrily.

"Reconciliation requires sincerity, remember? You took the initiative to find me." Felix reminded.

Heavy gasps came from the mirror, as if he was suppressing his anger. Felix waited for a while, then said calmly: "Give me the person, I don't care what you do, if you do it, the grievances between us will be wiped out. It's tiring to always remember your name, Mr. Shafiq. "