A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 607: A welcome change

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Professor McGonagall was completely confused by the way the two talked and laughed at Yanyan. She snorted dissatisfiedly, and her tone was very aggressive.

"So, I won't be lucky enough to witness the fight between my colleagues?"

"Minerva," Felix said with a smile, "There is a small misunderstanding between me and Mr. Bagshot, which stems from my ambiguity about his position... But now, I start to look forward to working with Mr. Bagshot. He worked together."

Professor McGonagall looked skeptical.

"You guys met before?"

"Only by letter," Grindelwald looked calm: "I originally wanted to save the surprise until the first day of school." He tapped the ground with his cane, "Sometimes I have to admit that the patience of the elderly is better."

"I think quite the opposite," said Felix, mildly but sharply.

Professor McGonagall tightened his lips, "Seriously, we'd better—well, Mr. Bagshot, please come with me—" Grindelwald nodded to Felix, and then followed her away, when When the two passed by, Varen, who was hiding on Felix's shoulder, jumped out, with one hand on his hip, and the other pointing at him, gesticulating indignantly.

Grindelwald froze slightly and walked away.

After waiting for a few seconds, Felix turned around and looked at their leaving figures, then strode towards the principal's office. Dumbledore opened the door twice as slowly as usual, and he stopped by the window, gazing at the verdant mountains in the distance.

When he turned around, Felix saw Dumbledore with a lonely expression. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, and he had already swallowed the question on his lips. He changed the question: "Albus, what do you think?" Is the curse on your hand healed?"

"I see no reason to keep it," said Dumbledore lightly.

"But I found that you still wear that ring, and you seem to like it?" Felix casually picked up the topic.

Dumbledore lowered his head to look at the ugly ring he was wearing. His hand was unconsciously caressing the black gemstone on it. He smiled slightly and said, "Who doesn't like ancient and special inheritances? What? See things and think about people! I have seen the last descendant of the Gaunt family, no, not Voldemort, but his uncle Morfin. And from Morfin’s memory, I saw Voldemort’s mother and grandfather.”

"What kind of people are they?" Felix became interested.

"Frankly speaking, it's a very bad family." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and said: "Old Marvolo, his son Morfin, and daughter Merope, they are used to marrying close relatives, which brings Her various character flaws made them unable to stand up at all, and they lived in poverty. Merope was a little bit better, but her two relatives... let's be fair, they were irrational, very bad-tempered, and irritable—— I mean their uncontrollable desire to attack, but they are arrogant and arrogant beyond reason."

"Stubbornness," Felix added.

"That's right, maybe this is the root of the problem. They are so stubborn that they don't want to make any changes." Dumbledore agreed, "This is a common problem of most ancient families. But if you ask them what they have done for this honor, I will say - almost nothing.

An increasingly rigid mind and body, not much better than a ghoul.

Whenever some of these family members have a little sense and courage, they will find a chance to escape and never go back. This is true of Merope, and so is the other branch of Slytherin, the mother of the founder of Ilvermorny. "

A moment of silence.

Felix waited quietly, and sure enough Dumbledore spoke.

"I think I owe you an explanation." He said softly: "Gellert...his physical condition is very poor, and his long-term prison life has destroyed his health. Even if he is completely free from the shackles of magic, he He won't be able to return to the peak, and his overall strength may not be as good as that of Alastor... I admit that I am a little soft-hearted, he will stay in school for a year, and then return to Nurmengard."

"In the meantime, I will keep an eye on him."

Felix understood Dumbledore's complicated emotions towards this close friend and opponent, he nodded silently, "Then what is his purpose? Is it simply to teach students, or..."

"Ah, we got to the point." Dumbledore said, "He showed strong curiosity about you, and he also mentioned Professor Bubaji. If it is not bad, he will visit the greenhouse later !”

"Uh——"

Although there was no trace of blame in Dumbledore's tone, Felix felt embarrassed.

This matter has a lot to do with him. He knew that Grindelwald was a proud person, and he could tell from the lines in the reply letter, but Felix hadn't respected the ideas of the old seniors at all. On the contrary, he introduced the new changes in the magic world to Grindelwald under various banners , some of the short sentences, such as 'you may not know', 'there was no such thing in that era'... are used extremely frequently.

This may have touched a sensitive nerve of Grindelwald - a strong sense of frustration.

This kind of frustration has nothing to do with knowledge, wisdom, or temperament. It is simply that he has been closed for too long and has fallen behind a whole era, so he can only passively accept the facts thrown out by Felix. And he himself had no power to fight back except to stare blankly.

His life stalled as early as 1945 and ended in failure. That would never change as long as he remained in Nurmengard's cell.

Now, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran out from inside.

Felix was a little ashamed, although the shame disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Well, do you know something, Albus? Grindelwald seems to have a good relationship with Harry. I saw Harry taking him to buy a new cane..."

Dumbledore raised his head suddenly, "Is this true?"

Felix shrugged.

Dumbledore left in a hurry, and Felix could well imagine what would happen afterwards: Grindelwald was forced to stay in the castle, away from Harry. Because—as Dumbledore dreaded—Grindelwald's mind was poisonous.

"Tsk."

Felix whistled happily and wandered around the empty principal's office. The portraits of previous principals who had been sleeping in the frame opened their eyes one after another, whispering to each other.

"Dumbledore will pay for his softness," said an old witch with long silver curly hair pessimistically.

"He's so irrational." Another yellow-faced wizard agreed.

"We should trust Dumbledore's decision, he is the wisest among us, and don't forget, the prophecy that man mentioned—" An old wizard with a weak physique said slowly.

Felix, who was obsessed with stroking Fox's gorgeous and beautiful golden-red feathers, pricked up his ears, predicting?

"Hush!" roared the fat wizard with a big red nose.

The portraits closed their mouths, and after realizing that there was an outsider like Felix, they refused to reveal any more secrets.

"Ahem." Felix listened for a while, paced over, and knocked on the frame of the old witch with silver curly hair, "Excuse me, ma'am, the prophecy you just mentioned——"

A clear, very realistic grunt sounded in his ears, and he even saw the saliva dripping from the corner of the old witch's mouth.

Felix: "..."

He changed his position and walked to the portrait of the red-nosed wizard next to him. The wizard slumped on the table with a thud, and then the sound of thunderous snoring echoed in the circular office, and soon all the portraits were' Asleep', but Felix clearly saw the portraits surreptitiously looking at him from under their noses.

"Don't ask, bad boy, we won't tell." Phineas Black's portrait said in a triumphant tone: "Unless you are the headmaster, we will listen to you, otherwise it will be in vain Kung fu. And you are still a long way from this position..."

He pointed to the principal's chair behind the long-legged desk, and his attitude was self-explanatory.

Felix snorted softly.

"Didn't Sirius tell you? I have a good relationship with the current Minister of Magic. It is easy for me to apply to enter the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries. There are copies of all prophecies."

"You can try it." The portrait of Headmaster Black squinted his sly eyes and urged in an unpleasant tone.

Felix froze on the spot, he said unconfidently: "Could it be...is there any difference? It's impossible, I mean...all the prophecies are on it, there will be no exceptions, there can be no exceptions You are lying to me, you want to see my disappointed expression, I will not fulfill your wish..."

The portrait of Headmaster Black smiled.

"Muggle-born people," he said with emotion, "a lot of knowledge will not be recorded at all, and it will be passed down by word of mouth, understand? Didn't someone tell you that prophecy is not only verbal, but also——"

"Shut up! You idiot." Someone in the sleeping portrait finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly.

"More than verbal..." Felix said to himself expressionlessly, chewing on the meaning of the words, "What could it be? Maybe something that needs to be interpreted, tea, crystal ball, astrology ’” Out of the corner of his eye, he turned to Headmaster Black, who protested repeatedly as the Headmistress, who had interrupted earlier, waved a stout wand in a demonstrative way to frighten him.

"Or is it a fleeting image? A scene in the future?"

Felix thought that he had received a false prophecy, and that time it was just a short picture, a small piece of memory... Although he borrowed a time converter, who said that this is not a way of prophecy? And Felix believes that this method is much more reliable than formal predictions.

He left the principal's office, and as expected saw Dumbledore returning with a serious face, followed by Grindelwald.

"I've seen a lot of people during this time... Are you going to find them one by one and correct their thinking?"

"If necessary," said Dumbledore quietly.

Grindelwald shut his mouth, watched Felix come down the stairs, and stopped.

"Sue the teacher? A child's trick." He tilted his head and said.

"Simple and effective, isn't it?" Felix smiled back, "I'm sorry, but I still have to go to the concert... It's a pity you can't go, Mr. Bagshot." Share my experience with you, just like before.”

Grindelwald glared at him fiercely.

"Felix!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice, interrupting the unfriendly speech of the two, he is now having a headache, "Felix, for the rest of the summer vacation, Mr. Bagshot will stay at the School. Please run and bring his luggage back."

He puts a lot of emphasis on the surname 'Basht'.

"Happy to help, sir." Felix said with a grin. "If I run into Harry, I'll let him know that the friend he just met is temporarily unable to return for some reason. .”

Dumbledore leaves with Grindelwald.

He has already started to regret this hasty decision from the very beginning. Besides, after school starts, he must ensure that Grindelwald will not take the opportunity to spread dangerous remarks. He will definitely have to sit in on a few classes. It's an eventful time right now, he doesn't have that much time to follow the seventh grade, and Grindelwald doesn't have the energy, maybe it's a good idea to recruit another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

On the other hand, of course Felix did not go to the concert, because the time is not today.

He rang the bell at number four, Privet Drive.

Since the last time he came here was not very pleasant, he didn't even finish his self-introduction, so he spent some time on it. With a new hairstyle, clothes, and most importantly, a pair of square gold-rimmed glasses, she looks like an elite professional.

The one who opened the door was Fernon Dursley, who was tall and burly, so fat that he almost didn't even have a neck. His eyes were bloodshot, and his mental state was very bad. It seemed that he hadn't slept well in the past few days. "What's the matter—" he shouted in a rough voice, but when he saw Felix wearing an expensive outfit, he lowered his voice guiltyly, "Hello? May I ask you—"

"Felix Haip, take the liberty to visit." He picked up the gift box in his hand, and when Fernon saw the price tag on the gift box, his eyes straightened slightly. "I have something important—well, can I go in and talk about it?"

"Of course, of course," said Vernon Dursley, opening the door kindly, staring at the wrist watch that Felix inadvertently revealed with his small greedy eyes, "I think—at least twenty thousand Pounds, right?"

"Maybe. I didn't notice," said Felix casually as he entered the house.

"Don't!" Feinon shouted suddenly behind him, the blood in his eyes seemed to swell, but Felix had already walked into the living room, he turned around, could he have been discovered?

"What's wrong?"

A thin, long-necked woman came out of the kitchen, holding a spoon for some unknown reason. Their child, Dudley Dursley, was lying on the sofa reading comic books, and the family enjoyed themselves happily, which was normal, except——

Comic Books!

Petunia stared wide-eyed, looking terrified and irritated by that weird, animated, **** comic book set! She froze in place, at a loss. In the narrow hallway, the husband silently made exaggerated gestures, which must not be discovered by the guests! She walked over quickly, trying to block Dudley behind her with a grin on her long, stiff face - although it was useless, her son was at least twice her size and probably three times her weight.

Felix hands the box over.

"That's your child? It looks like—what's his name?"

"Yes, yes, Dudley - Dudley - Dudley!" Petunia's voice trembled. She found that she had never been so desperate, even more desperate than when she cleaned up the room a few days ago and found her son's little secret.

Dudley was engrossed in his book.

The manga in his hand seemed to have magical powers. Whenever he opened it, he couldn't help but read along that section. At this moment, he was watching with gusto—now that he had been discovered, he didn’t have to hide—the little wizard Mick accidentally blew up the birthday cake his friend prepared for him, and he tried every means to find an excuse.

"What's the matter?" He asked lazily, "Is it time for dinner?"

It is not normal to not have a timely and enthusiastic response.

He raised his head and found a young man looking at him with interest. This person seemed familiar... For some reason, he thought of the ice mouse in the wizarding world. The book said that this snack came from Honeydukes.

Mom has closed her eyes in pain and dare not look at it. Dad——his face turned the color of a pig's liver.

What's going on... Dudley's eyes widened suddenly, his book! He jumped up from the sofa like a whale landing on the shore, but it turned out to be futile. His body's shock absorption was amazingly good, no different from a fish out of water. Moaning on the sofa.

The book in his hand flew up.

Four pairs of eyes stared at the comic book as it slid across a curve in mid-air, precisely hitting the delicate shoe of the guest, and bounced away. The above pages seem to hide a dozen screens, and every character is happily moving and smiling.

I don't know how long it took, but Feinon finally came back to life. He stammered and explained.

"Haibo, Haipa, Mr. Haipu, listen to me, this book, this book—"

"No need to explain, I fully understand—" Felix said easily, but the three people in the room became more frightened, "No, no, must explain! Must explain!" Fanon shouted~IndoMTL .com~ With arms outstretched, he seemed to be blocking the door with his own strength and not letting him go.

"I don't think it's necessary," Felix said, shaking his head. "I'm so happy that the readers like my book. I can't imagine that there will be such a gratifying change just because I haven't seen it for a year..."

"Reader?" Petunia asked in a low voice.

"Your book?" Fernon's small eyes widened.

"Not in a year?" Dudley swallowed.

"Yeah, I thought you guys knew that." Felix tapped the comic book on the floor with his chin, "It has my name written on it."

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