A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 605: Mr. Bagshot

When Felix returned to Hogwarts Castle, it was completely dark.

Walking on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he casually took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and with a crisp "click", Sniffing Warren poked his head out and ran out of it. . .

"Sorry to keep you in there, no matter what Jim and Rebecca think of you, it will never be the animal that should be in reality."

"chirp (It's okay.)."

Warren, who ran to the front, waved his hands behind him, twisted his furry body, and quickly ran to a piece of erected wood in front of Hagrid's hut. The burly Hagrid was busy in the open space in front of the hut, "Yo Valen?" He looked happy, leaning on an out-of-spec shovel, looking around.

"Hey! Felix, Dumbledore is back, I know you're paying attention to this matter." He yelled, "But he looks a little tired, and he's getting entangled with those gringos!"

"Understood, Hagrid." Felix waved his hand in the distance, and he looked at the small tower protruding from the height of the castle, where there were lights on.

A few minutes later, Felix knocked on the door of the principal's office.

Sitting on the sofa, Dumbledore didn't even have time to change out his traveling cloak, looking tired. He straightened up, "Felix? I just wanted to talk to you about something. I just came back and my mouth is so dry... Tea? Coffee? Juice? If you want to try something new, I also have some wine in my collection."

Felix smiled, "I haven't tasted what's in your wine cabinet yet, eh—can I take a bottle away?"

"You're welcome, please, I can't find occasions to enjoy them very much." Dumbledore said, and then asked curiously: "Severus?"

"Caring for the elderly in empty houses." Felix said humorously.

"Wonderful statement, maybe I should write it down and use it later-oh, I'm afraid not, it's hard to meet someone older than me." Dumbledore pouted, but he didn't struggle too much After a long time, he turned and said relaxedly: "Many of your thoughts are incompatible with others, Felix, maybe your childhood experience prompted you to start thinking independently at a very early age... oh, sorry."

Felix shook his head slightly, and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. The glass door reflects the stars outside.

Dumbledore flicked his fingers, and two empty goblets appeared out of thin air. The two watched the red liquor pour into the glasses. Les is not old at all."

Felix raised his eyebrows, "But his life is very boring, to be honest...maybe more boring than mine."

At least there's room in his schedule for entertainment.

He put the goblet aside, looked at each other, and said:

"Albus, my research has come to a standstill. The soul is a rare and taboo field. The relevant information is pitifully scarce. We have to take some risks. Thinking about it carefully, it's no big deal if Voldemort's brain is broken ——"

Dumbledore stared at the goblet in his hand, noncommittal. After a while he said, "Wait for me." He walked around the desk, went straight through the magic barrier and walked up the spiral staircase on the second floor. After a while, he came down with a stack of parchment.

"What is this?"

"My personal thoughts on 'soul'." Dumbledore nodded slightly and said.

Felix took it in a little surprise, flipped through two pages, and simulated it again in the thinking cabin, his eyes sparkled, and his tone couldn't help being a little excited: "This material is very useful. Some parts are similar to my own. The research coincides with the same, but it needs to be more comprehensive and in-depth..."

Speaking, he stared at Dumbledore strangely, since when did Dumbledore touch the soul?

Is it true that the older you are, the more extensive you are?

"I received a message today that Grindelwald is missing." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Missing?" Felix repeated, running the news over in his head, and raised his hand, "I wasn't involved, and know nothing about it, if you're asking." He rather He explained with a guilty conscience: "At most, it is through a few letters."

"I know," said Dumbledore curtly.

Just when Felix was pondering the meaning of the words—whether he 'knew' that he was not involved in the escape of the old man Grindelwald; or 'knew' that he had communicated with the old devil, Dumbledore continued: " I urgently contacted a few old friends, they are still in touch with some core saints, and there is no news yet."

"Even after so many years, there are still people loyal to Grindelwald?" Felix was quite surprised.

If this is the case, why did these people sit and watch Grindelwald be imprisoned for half a century?

"It's hard to describe Grindelwald's influence in one or two sentences," Dumbledore shook his head slightly with a serious expression, "His influence was once extremely terrifying. An army of wizards capable of subverting any Ministry of Magic in the world. I racked my brains to shake the foundation of his believers and push him into a corner..."

He changed the subject and said: "Even though Grindelwald made such a serious mistake, in many people's minds, he is still the one who is most suitable to lead them."

The real history is far less plain than the words on paper.

It is vivid, alive, and has actually happened. It is difficult for a few comments in history books to summarize all the characteristics and charm of a person.

Especially for later researchers, the words 'talented and attractive' could appear anywhere and be used to describe more than one person. But it must be admitted that people are different.

"It's safe for the time being," Dumbledore said softly, "he has the restrictions of powerful spells on him, I can make sure that these restrictions still exist, it is difficult for him to use advanced magic... No matter what he wants to do, these conditions Objectively set a threshold for him.

What I'm worried about is that the loss of power will prompt him to think, hide in the dark, spread his ideas, recruit troops, or start a dispute with another set of theories, that's too dangerous. I was even worried at one point that he was bewitching you. "

"Hmm." Felix pondered, he probably wasn't bewitched.

Dumbledore said with a slight smile: "I just figured it out recently. Excellent people always have a lot in common, but the difference is that you hate trouble and admire simplicity, which prevents you from overdoing it." Contaminate power. Because power is complex, and the more power the more complex."

"What kind of person is Grindelwald? His character and appearance—" Felix asked.

"No, Felix, you can't understand, these things don't matter at all, thoughts, thoughts! You can't imagine how his thoughts attracted me, inspired me. Muggles were forced to submit, we wizards Feel elated."

"I was desperate to stand by his side and see him as the young leader of this revolution... I was completely absorbed in it, with cruel dreams in my head, and of course I thought about how much our dreams would bring to the world Hurt, but in the end I used empty reasons to convince myself that it was all for the greater good. If I could get rights, I could protect my family and let them live in the sun, and I could shelter more people, but I was wrong Yes, my desire for power made me go against my original intention and ignore the people who should be the most important.”

Pain appeared on Dumbledore's face, and tears glistened in his eyes.

"I probably understand a little bit," Felix said softly: "In an era when people are generally confused and dissatisfied with the status quo, thoughts can kill."

They chatted for a long time, and Dumbledore no longer shy away from the relationship between him and Grindelwald as close friends. It may be the sense of security brought by the night. He confessed that he had been tempted to serve Grindelwald's evil cause He came up with a lot of ideas and contributed a lot of wisdom.

Felix poured him a glass of wine and comforted him: "You don't have to blame yourself for this, Albus, you never put the ideas in your heart into practice. Who didn't have something noble or noble when they were young?" Is it a mean idea? Talented and intelligent people tend to make bigger mistakes because ordinary little things don’t challenge them—world **** or something, I thought about it.”

Dumbledore looked at him in astonishment.

Felix shrugged, "I really thought about it seriously, and the final conclusion is that it's not worth it. Too much effort and too little return."

Dumbledore smiled.

Then he looked down at the goblet in his hand, and said with a sigh: "But what if your ideals can only be realized through power? Those persistent and beautiful visions, when you strive hard to get there, hope it becomes Reality... that kind of extreme obsession, maybe only the colder reality can wake people up, but what's the use? It's too late."

What each person values ​​may be completely different, or even diametrically opposed.

Felix understood this truth, so he didn't mention his "so-called ideal", because he knew that the ideal Dumbledore talked about was not a concept at all. It's 'hope', he can wait, and he is happy to leave it to others. In case something cannot be done, he can retract all tentacles without delay, and wait for the opportunity with peace of mind.

Dumbledore must have paid a huge price for being able to wake up suddenly. So big that when he thinks of the ideals he once had, he will be heartbroken, full of disgust and regret.

Felix thought of the original intention that hadn't been mentioned too much, Dumbledore's 'family'.

"Don't worry, Albus, I told him in my letter that times are different and his ideas are outdated, unless there is a new one... I would like to have a chat with him. I only have one question, if he is It was a terrible blow, would he kill innocent people indiscriminately? Like Voldemort?"

"Take pleasure in abusing Muggles? That's not true; he always only focuses on his own goals. He is an idealist with lofty goals, and the sacrifices along the way are the price he must pay."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said: "I hope he can change. I heard that he showed remorse when he was locked up in Nurmengard alone, regretting what he did. I hope This is true. Otherwise—"

"He can cause far more damage than Voldemort."

…

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Felix finished digesting the manuscript that Dumbledore gave him.

During this period, the wizarding world was safe and sound, and no Ministry of Magic of a certain country was captured; no one stepped forward to announce the reorganization of the Saints Army, everything was normal. Everyone performed their duties. Since that night, Dumbledore has gone back to wrangling with representatives of various countries. In addition to discussing the losses caused by Voldemort, there is also the topic of how to deal with the threat of Grindelwald.

This morning, he came to Spider's End, and accidentally bumped into the Malfoy family at Snape's house, which made Felix's plan come to nothing. According to his understanding, it was absolutely impossible for Severus Speaking the truth in front of so many people.

However, it was not all fruitless. In a conversation full of wit, Felix roughly grasped the purpose of Lucius' trip - the relationship with Snapela, who was also a spy, Felix even It can be inferred that Lucius definitely ran away from more than one family, such as the Selwyn, and the pure-blood family that has been panicked recently.

As long as Felix moves his mouth, he can gain the loyalty of these people and become their nominal leader.

In the case of not touching the bottom line of these families, they will be consistent with Felix. This condition is quite attractive - with Voldemort as a bad example, the bottom line of the pure-blood family is extremely low.

But Felix also had to pay something. To sum it up, there was only one thing—his name, he had to allow those pure-blood families to mention his name.

This means minimal protection.

Felix did not refuse, because such a person was needed at this time, a person like him. It is impossible for Ms. Burns to continue to be strong, and it is even more impossible to put innocent people in prison, so as to give these people peace of mind and prevent them from fleeing abroad...

Felix can accommodate the Shafik family, and Ms. Bones must also accommodate the pure-blood family without any threat.

"You didn't move out of the safe house?" Felix asked with interest.

"Not yet, it's quite comfortable." Lucius said vaguely.

Felix smiled inwardly. Lucius may be telling the truth, but he may also have another purpose—to wait and see for a while, Lucius knows that Voldemort is not dead.

"Okay, you guys live in that house first, it's empty anyway."

Lucius chatted along this topic. When he talked about their life in that 'little house', the sigh in his words seemed to experience life in a remote village with particularly difficult conditions.

"There are too many things, Narcissa and I put some of them into Gringotts, but there are still some leftovers... These days we are studying the traceless stretching spell, so that the room can be as large as possible while maintaining the beauty. ...Draco, tell the professor..."

Draco put down his fork and said dryly, "We blew up the floor—"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Lucius coughed violently, glared at his son, and explained, "Neither Narcissa nor I are very good at this spell, because——"

"I can't use it." Felix added with help.

"Uh, yeah." Lucius said coyly.

Getting out of Snape's house, Felix looked around. There was a faint stench coming from the dirty river and garbage mountains in the distance. The surrounding weeds were desolate, and the eerie and ominous abandoned buildings cast black shadows. .

All this made it difficult for him to feel sympathy for Malfoy's hard life.

It is estimated that Severus thought the same way, when Lucius complained, his face was always smelly.

Felix even regretted taking out the bottle of Dumbledore's hidden wine.

After he explained that it was Dumbledore's treasure, Snape barely drank half of the glass, but Lucius drank it very vigorously.

In the afternoon, Felix strolled around the business he owns on the bustling streets of London—with Winnie Valentine, and they ran into Harry by accident. There were other people beside Harry, not Sirius , but an unfamiliar face.

"Professor Haip." Harry greeted sullenly. He tried to pretend he didn't see it, but the person next to him suddenly spoke loudly. Before he could react, he noticed that Professor Haip's eyes were on Spin around him.

Felix nodded to Harry, "To buy books?"

"Oh, no, I bought a cane with Mr. Bagshot. He just moved here and lives alone, so it's not convenient for him to be old." Harry said. In fact, more than that, this old man must be very lonely and living in isolation, because he doesn't know much about many modern products, and he has been making up lessons recently.

And the personality is a bit extreme...

But when Harry knew his identity, he felt relieved. Harry knew that Squibs had psychological problems to some extent.

"Bashshot." Felix pondered the name.

He felt a faint magic power, is this a wizard? Did Dumbledore know? He stretched out his hand calmly, "Hi, Mr. Bagshot, I am Felix Heap."

"I have long admired your name, Mr. Haipu." Grindelwald stretched out his hand and held both hands together. Felix felt the magical power like a pool of stagnant water, and suddenly felt a sudden in his heart.

Squibs...

Grindelwald revealed his exclusive magic wand hidden inside his clothes, and said politely: "I have to say thank you ~IndoMTL.com~ Because of you, people like me can re-enter the stage of history."

Winnie Valentine, who accompanied him, looked at him sympathetically.

She secretly rejoiced that she was lucky enough to come across the invention of the exclusive magic wand at a young age. If she was like this old gentleman, she would not be able to exert the power of the exclusive magic wand for the time being, and would just be isolated from magic for so many years It's painful enough.

"Yes, we are all grateful to Mr. Hype from the bottom of our hearts," she said emotionally.

They stood at the intersection and chatted casually. Felix learned from Mr. Bagshot that he was so serious because he wanted to participate in an interview in the afternoon.

"Good luck," said Felix.

"Thank you, I've been lucky recently." Grindelwald grinned.

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