A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 602: End of 5th grade

Last URL: The next few days were very fulfilling for Felix.

"Anything else, Harry?"

"...No..."

Felix groped his chin, looked at Harry's back, and always felt that his mood was not right.

"Do you think excessive use of the Patronus Charm will affect your mood?" He asked Peeves who had just poked his head out of the wall to watch the excitement, and Peeves was trying to retract his body. Hearing Felix's question, he stopped awkwardly and replied, "I don't know, sir."

"I thought you knew a little bit," Felix shrugged. "When I was correcting the final paper, I saw some students seriously analyzing the similarities and differences between you and the Patronus structure. Professor Flitwick laughed. Very happy..."

Peves was so startled that he almost fell from the air, hugging his feet and circling in the air.

"I have nothing in common with the Patronus, sir! Totally different—those nasty brats! They must be thinking of framing Lord Peeves—" He flashed menacingly into the solid stone wall, He didn't look back, as if he was going to find someone to trouble him. Felix didn't know if his righteous indignation was faking.

"Forget it, we still have a lot of things to do, Varen."

Felix walked into the room, closed the door, and was lying on the sofa reading a comic book, with a fiery red bird on his head.

This thing is an alchemy item, Felix used it as an early warning, it is more flexible than the Screaming Curse, and can be triggered according to certain conditions-he received it when Crabbe and Goyle tried to break into his office Called, but the bird burned itself to a pool of black, chocolatey ashes after completing its warning.

Felix made another one.

Warren unexpectedly likes it very much, thinking that the bird is a bit like Fox. To this end, a birdcage was added to the office, and the fiery red alchemy bird pretended that he was really a bird.

"Want to come with me, Valen?" Felix asked fully dressed.

"吃~"

"Okay, remember to take the little bird and snake for a walk, you've gained weight again... There are snacks in the cabinet, remember to call me if you have a guest, you know the trick, right? Knock the doorknob three times with your wand..." Felix spoke tirelessly, and Varen waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

So Felix pushed open the bedroom door, walked through a shimmering film, and came to the depths of classroom No. 7.

He was standing at the beginning of a fork. It looked like a complete path had been split in two, and then the second half was moved here. Felix turned his head and seemed to be able to see Varen, who was playing with the little bird on the sofa, closed the door, leaving a phantom of the door in place, and then walked forward.

This road is not long, and various defensive magic and warning magic are arranged along the way. When he came to the end of the road, there was a fog in front of him. Felix stretched out his hand and groped up and down in the air, as if there was something in it, and then—he pulled hard, and fished out a lock from the air.

Felix took out a radiant key from his pocket, stuffed it into the lock cylinder, unscrewed it, and the fog cleared, revealing a small two-story building.

It is an office full of modern atmosphere, with white, continuous walls and a smooth floor. There are no obvious lighting facilities around, but there is plenty of light in the room. In the center of the office, three or four feet off the ground, floated a huge Ouroboros, attached head to tail. It is spinning slowly.

"Let me think about my work today, the first step is——"

Felix shook the emerald ring, and a piece of parchment appeared out of nowhere, with several categories roughly divided on it, and the extra large blanks indicated that more content would be added.

"First a good quality ghost coffee."

A cup appears in the air.

"Very good," Felix took a sip, "The next step is the emotional test." He raised his head, and tapped his index finger on the scales of ouroboros, and the dark green and opaque scales immediately changed. into a transparent silvery white, revealing the contents inside.

Voldemort's body was floating in the air, his limbs and head hanging limply. There is a dark green, shining snake tail stuck in his chest, which looks as if it has been pierced through. In addition to the snake tail on his chest, there are more than a dozen small magic power pipes connected to his body, connecting the inside of his body. The magic power is blocked layer by layer.

If outsiders break in, they will definitely think that there is an evil dark wizard entrenched here.

Felix's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and he seemed to be talking to himself, muttering: "I don't know if you think you will have such a day, Tom, but I believe you can understand, don't you?" ? After all, this is the perfect interpretation of your philosophy—"

"Magic is power."

Felix stretched out his hand, and wisps of smoke came out from the corner of the extremely modern room. The smoke gathered in his hand, which looked like a blue glass ball. Felix was holding it, Fingers through the silver transparent ouroboros, with a light flick, the cyan ball melted into Voldemort's body.

"Some people will be addicted to the dream and don't want to wake up, and some people will be so depressed because of a huge failure that they hide and dare not see people. Which one will you be?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Professor Haip?" Hermione's voice said, and the door opened, "Oh, Professor, I want to ask if I need to grade the papers--"

Hermione blinked, and she looked down to see a furry Niffler yawning.

"Valen?"

Hermione squatted down in embarrassment, and asked Varun, "Is the professor there?"

"Hey!"

Sniff pointed to the room.

Hermione followed, and the office was empty. She was a little disappointed in her heart, "Can I wait here for the professor?" After getting an affirmative answer, she walked over, sat on the sofa, and looked around.

She hasn't been here for a while, but there is no change in the office. She saw the green plants she sent on the small square table, growing very well, which made her feel good, and then she found a cabinet against the wall reflecting light , at first she thought it was glass, but it didn't seem to be, there was more than one reflective spot.

Hermione stood up and walked to the cabinet. She covered her mouth in surprise. Behind the glass door stood a dozen jars, each filled with a cloud of silver mist, like a work of art. If you look closely, you will find that the mist occasionally condenses into a stag...

Harry's Patronus?

She looked at it for a while, then sat back on the sofa, and looked along the green plant. There was a stack of partially corrected test papers on it.

Hermione felt a little itchy in her heart. She sat on the other side and opened the test paper.

It's the final exam paper for the ancient runes of the fourth grade. Of course she didn't come here to correct the paper. That's just an excuse. She has other things to do, but—

Being idle is also idle, maybe she can help me out so that I can have a valuable conversation when the professor comes back?

Hermione picked up the test paper and began to grade seriously. The knowledge on those test papers was very simple to her, so she deliberately left a few more subjective questions for Professor Haipu to read the other parts. After watching for a long time, she couldn't help frowning, "How can something go wrong here? It must be sloppy... There is another... Another one, my God, who is this person, I want to see his name..."

Warren finished flipping through the manga, slipped off the sofa and ran to the birdcage to take a look. It stuffed the greedy snake in, so that the little snake wouldn't run around. After they looked at each other across the cage for a while, Varen looked away contentedly, took out a bottle of dandelion juice from the cabinet, thought about it, and took out another bottle.

It walked up to Hermione, handed one of the bottles to Hermione, and squeezed into her arms, and the two of them looked at the test paper together.

"Chirp!" it cried.

"What's the matter?" Hermione said, still staring at the test paper, Varen took out his exclusive wand from his pocket, and tapped it in one place.

"Uh, it's really wrong here."

Hermione lowered her head in surprise, watching the triumphant Varen drinking the juice through a straw, time passed, Hermione reached out to fish it out, she had already finished the approval. She rubbed her sore neck and looked up.

"The professor hasn't come back yet?"

Varen pointed at the bedroom door again, but Hermione was a little confused, so Varen simply jumped down, trotted to the bedroom door, stood on tiptoe and tried to reach the doorknob with his exclusive wand.

"You want to go in?"

Hermione came over, she didn't think the professor was in there, they had graded the test papers all morning, but no one came out, unless...unless the professor was sleeping late... Thinking of this possibility, the expression on her face was a little dull.

Won't she be guessed right?

Varren knocked **** the doorknob three times, and the door popped open automatically. Hermione was afraid that she would see a professor lying on the bed, in pajamas, with messy hair, but she caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye. Silver glitter.

She stared at the bedroom door, which was blocked by a transparent film. The scene inside was so blurry that it was hard to see clearly, she stretched out her hand——

"Better not to touch."

A voice said, and Hermione started, turning quickly to stare at the blank portrait standing in the corner. Then a figure flashed in, blinking his light blue eyes, looking at her with piercing eyes.

"Miss Granger? Can I do you a favor?"

"Uh, ok, professor—?"

"Call me Felix, I didn't teach you anything. See the bottom right corner of the canvas, the bowl with the bunch of grapes... see? Well, a daredevil with a dirty I can't bear to stain it with my hands..."

Hermione stared and said in a panic: "Oh, Felix? What should I use—"

"Don't use your sleeve! Use a wand, a very simple spell, I tell you."

After a while, Felix in the frame whistled loudly, stuffed a grape into his mouth, and showed a satisfied expression.

"You can't imagine how many strange people you will meet when you hang a picture in St. Mungo's, with a dagger stuck in the head-God knows how he survived; and a fire-breathing nose, I guess It’s the excessive amount of dragon blood applied—I also saw an old wizard who spit bubbles like a fish, and he happened to have bad breath, and the bubbles exploded on the face of the healer who received him, and the little girl cried so sadly... ...want one?" he asked while holding up a grape.

"No, thank you." Hermione suddenly felt uncomfortable in her stomach.

"Oh, you can't eat it." The portrait followed her words: "Thanks to meeting you, I hate the smell of disinfectant, my body thinks I'm nagging, and always tells me to shut up. Threatening me to ask someone to draw a pair of bridles, is that for people to wear? I have only seen it on horses!"

Hermione looked at him secretly, chatting with the talkative and talkative professor was a very novel experience.

"Felix? You just reminded me not to touch that thing..."

"Yeah, you don't have permission. If you put your hand on it, bang!" He said in surprise, "you will fall into a trap."

The portrait of Felix was nodding towards the cabinet against the wall, and Hermione immediately looked at the cabinet in fear, fearing that she would also be put in a jar. It was estimated that the Weasley Brothers would boast a lot, but she really didn't have the courage to try.

When she turned around, she found that Varen was poking his head into the transparent magic barrier. Hermione pointed at Varen in surprise, and the portrait said with a relaxed face: "Don't worry, this little guy has authority, just let him go if you have something to do." , but I think he ought to know—see, I was right," said the portrait.

Hermione saw a vague figure getting closer, tall, with short black hair.

One hand picked up the silver film, like lifting a door curtain, Felix looked at Hermione in surprise, "Miss Granger?" He jumped out nimbly, Hermione Faintly saw a winding and glowing path.

"Where is... classroom seven?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Felix nodded without further explanation.

He quickly figured out the reason for Hermione's visit, "You want to know the result of that duel?"

"I don't see a follow-up in the papers, weird, isn't it? I mean, Voldemort's downfall must be a big deal, everybody's looking forward to reading about the victory, but there's nothing ..."

"The news always lags behind, Miss Granger." Felix shook his head and said: "This matter is under the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic. At least Ms. Burns has not revealed her thoughts. She is planning to send the remaining Death Eaters and Dark Wizards were wiped out."

"Oh," Hermione suddenly realized, she pondered for a while, and said slowly: "There is also a prophecy about Harry—"

"Harry asked you to ask?" Felix looked at her calmly.

"No, it's me—" Hermione opened her mouth.

"Sirius knows this prophecy, it's best for Harry to ask him himself." Felix said, shrugging, "The prophecy is not complicated, and the direction is very clear, I think the reason why Sirius didn't say it , because I don’t want to put too much pressure on Harry—the prophecy may not be true, but it means huge pressure for the parties.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded slightly.

Then her expression became very tangled, and she said hesitantly: "Actually, there is one more thing...Harry seems to be very depressed, he, he told us, um..." She seemed to be pondering over her words, " You know that Professor Snape used to be a Death Eater, just like the story said, he found his way back..."

"...Harry knows."

Felix raised his eyebrows: "Miss Granger, please be more specific."

"It's like this," Hermione said, "During the last History of Magic exam, Harry's scar suddenly started to hurt, which meant that he received a message from the mysterious man again, and then we..." She said that day He told us what happened, "After that, Harry seemed very wrong. Ron and I questioned him for two days before he told us... Voldemort hunted and killed the Harry family because of a prophecy, and revealed to him This prophecy is Snape."

Felix listened with a serious expression and nodded, "Is there anything else? That's all?"

"That's all," said Hermione, wondering if that wasn't enough? When Harry told her, she could fully understand the complicated feelings in Harry's heart. Felix rubbed his chin, at least he found the reason for Harry's recent mood changes.

"As a bystander, no matter what we say, it seems indifferent, and it is difficult to understand the mood of the person involved. So let them deal with it by themselves. What we can do as a friend is not to touch this painful memory. Of course , Proper guidance is still necessary, Miss Granger, you may need some good news at this time, before the examiner from the Wizarding Examinations Administration left, I secretly read the test papers of the fifth and seventh grades."

"If you want to know your ancient rune.l results——"

Hermione nodded quickly, and Felix smiled, "Of course they are excellent, all three of you are."

In the blink of an eye, it is the day when Hogwarts students leave school.

Standing on the balcony of the office, Felix watched as the students walked out of the castle enthusiastically, lugging their bags and bags, preparing for a pleasant vacation. "Time flies so fast. Next, I have two months to study time, emotions, soul, and memory. What is the wonderful connection between them?"

At the gate of the school's cast iron gate, Harry looked past the winged wild boars at the top of the stone pillars on both sides of the gate, walked up the stone steps, and stared at the majestic castle standing high above, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart.

Hermione's words were of little consolation, as that was not the point of the question at all.

Harry thought of the legend of the three brothers, an invisibility cloak that can avoid death... That thing is lying quietly in the suitcase now, but can it show its power and help him this time?

Probably not, he thought.

Because he is like the third child in a fairy tale, ready to take off his invisibility cloak to meet the **** of death.

But anyway, he had some extra time, although Harry hadn't figured out how to use it yet... Yeah, Harry thought, he really should think about it. He walked to the carriage and greeted his holiday.

…

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