A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 611: The confrontation at the dinner table

"A certain Hogwarts rune professor ()"

The next day, Felix had breakfast in the auditorium.

He finished the sandwich and mince pie, picked up the slice of bread again, he flicked his fingers, the raspberry jam in the distance moved slightly, but did not fly over, Felix looked up and found Grindelwald Also staring at the jam dish.

Compared with Felix, Grindelwald's breakfast is much lighter, just porridge with bread and a glass of milk.

Light but not simple, the sweet pumpkin porridge is served with freshly baked, fluffy and crispy buns, and there are scattered dishes around it, filled with butter, jam, honey, cheese, and sliced Thin slices of sausage and bacon.

At the moment, his bread has already been covered with a layer of butter, probably because he tasted the nearby strawberry jam, so he focused on the raspberry jam, which just happened to collide with Felix's choice.

The two secretly competed.

The small plate was dragged back and forth under the influence of magic, making a tinkling sound, which was crisp and pleasant.

Professor McGonagall, who was between them, and Professor Flitwick, who was sitting on the left of Felix, also noticed that they were quite indifferent to the little show that happened at the dinner table, because it was not the first time, completely Not worth the fuss. Last time, these two people also condensed a ray of magic power from the thin air on campus. This magical attainment alone made the professors of Hogwarts greatly admired.

It's just that they can't figure out why the new professor holds his own magic wand, isn't that a sign of a Squib? But they didn't delve into it. First, they were not familiar with it, and second, they all had their own guesses: there is no shortage of aliens in the magic world, and a magic experiment may cause irreversible injuries. They were worried that they would touch the unspeakable mystery.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, leaned over and stretched out a long arm to break up the magic power entangled on it. The plate was pulled in front of him, and he slowly smeared thick jam on the slice of bread, while nonchalantly Question: "Old people like to eat sweet and sour food, my personal favorite, do you want to try it?"

"Same goes for strawberry jam for me," Felix said.

"It's raspberries," Grindelwald whispered, "I thought it was cherry jam."

Several professors saw that there was no excitement, and they were eating alone. At this moment, there was a rustling sound above their heads, and a few owls flew into the auditorium along the open window. Several people in the room — including Grindelwald — got the email.

In terms of numbers alone, Felix is ​​naturally the most. Who made him do such a big thing yesterday. He quickly counted five coppers and put Nat into a little leather pouch strapped to the leg of a brown owl, which dropped the Daily Prophet and flew off with a biscuit expertly in its mouth.

He put the newspaper aside casually and concentrated on dealing with the other restless owls.

"Can you?"

Felix raised his head, and Grindelwald was staring at the newspaper. He smiled slightly, "Please." But he glanced at a thick and large package in front of Grindelwald, wondering who would give Grindelwald Devore sent something, could it be Harry?

Grindelwald took the newspaper and read it. After a while, he grinned silently.

"What a big battle."

Several professors were also reading the newspaper. They seemed to have seen something novel, their eyes widened, and they couldn't help looking up from the newspaper several times to look at Felix. Didn't realize it was gone. For a while, no one spoke at the dining table except for the sound of quickly flipping through the newspaper and the sound of the owl flapping its wings.

Even Dumbledore opened a tightly wrapped letter and looked at the contents with a serious expression.

Felix finally unwrapped the letters from the owls' legs, then lined them up, stuffed a small biscuit into each owl's beak, and watched them flap their wings and leave. At this moment, Flitwick cried out excitedly, and read aloud:

"Felix, listen to this—just yesterday morning, a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, a recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class, a recipient of St. Mungo's Medical Badge, a member of the Wizengamot, 'Future Mr. Felix Haip, the founder of the world' company, who triggered the upsurge of learning ancient runes, the master of memory, and the internationally renowned wizard, came into our sight again. 'The company's headquarters released a new product, and the auxiliary spell-casting prop named 'Exclusive Magic Wand' has amazed and shocked countless wizards, which has attracted heated discussions...it's amazing!"

Felix blinked, and put the stack of personal letters in his pocket.

"Is it about yesterday's press conference? I haven't had time to watch it yet, but I guess it will attract huge controversy——"

"It's more than a controversy, it's just, it's—" said Flitwick sharply, standing on his chair, propping up the table with one hand, and rattling the newspaper with the other, " Hurry up and take a look."

"I finished reading it, here you are, it's very interesting." Grindelwald said, handing over the newspaper, Felix glanced at the black font on the huge photo of the event, the headline of the front page news was marked in bold: Exclusive wand, an epoch-making invention.

He took the newspaper and read it carefully, while Grindelwald slowly unpacked his huge package. On one corner surface that had been unpacked, it seemed to contain various magazines.

At this time, Felix had already read what Flitwick had just read, so he continued to look down:

The exclusive wand is undoubtedly an epoch-making invention, with great potential in many fields of application. The author non-stop interviewed the most qualified professional to evaluate this matter—the famous wand maker Ollivander. He expressed a strong interest in Mr. Haipu's willingness to cooperate, and Mr. Ollivander also has his own views on the resulting heated discussions (even controversies). "I knew he was going to do something big--before anyone else, from the day he first came into my little shop... Yes, I knew wands, as he was taught by the ebony wand. Like that, he himself also showed some outstanding qualities early on, maverick, unconventional, always knowing what he wants. I can give many examples..."

Felix skips some flattery.

...But the appearance of exclusive magic wands also made some insightful people worry. An official of the Ministry of Magic, who did not want to be named, said frankly that this will bring heavy pressure to the secrecy work of the magic world, and even be overwhelmed. He repeatedly emphasized that "this is a good thing", but turned around and complained to reporters.

"Many people underestimate the number of squibs. They are very inconspicuous, and they can hardly detect the existence of such people, just like invisible people. This is because the number of squibs who choose to stay in the magic world is rare, and they are basically scattered. I live in the Muggle community, and occasionally appear in Diagon Alley to purchase daily necessities. But after the news of the exclusive wand was released, in just two or three days, more than three hundred Squibs came to inquire and register. And the news even It hasn't spread yet."

After in-depth investigation, the author obtained even more shocking news.

Since the Ministry of Magic does not keep birth records of the Squibs, most of them and their descendants survived as Muggles, so we only know the tip of the iceberg. The number of real Squibs may exceed the number of existing wizards. If they have an exclusive wand, it will have a huge impact on our society, and the same-it will also increase the risk of exposing the wizarding world to the eyes of the world. The author hopes that the authorities will carefully consider the review and distribution of exclusive wands...

It is reported that the concept of magic frequency was first discovered and named by Miss Hermione Granger, a student at Hogwarts. on the final trophy. But the fact is that she herself is also from a Muggle family, and she got a perfect result in this year's O.W.Ls examination. She also made outstanding contributions to the fight against the Dark Lord, and was awarded the Merlin Second Class Medal together with her companions.

Miss Granger and her Muggle parents also participated in the press conference, and now we have reason to speculate that this 'Muggle identity' may be a question mark.

It is worth mentioning that she became Mr. Haipu's assistant in the second grade, and became the first batch of members of the Rune Club (known as the Ouroboros Club by the outside world), and the number of papers she published is astonishing , a total of 42 articles...

"Is she your disciple? That Granger?"

Grindelwald held an open magazine in his hand and asked with great interest. Professor McGonagall looked sideways, obviously not satisfied with his wording, these days of communication made her draw a cryptic conclusion:

This old man may be an admirer of Grindelwald, or even one of the saints back then. Professor McGonagall snorted, and what he said now only made this conclusion more convincing. She made up her mind that in the new school year, she must strictly guard against death, and never let evil thoughts poison the young little wizards.

"It depends on how you understand the definition of a believer. I personally would like to call it a partner." Felix said casually.

He scans the rest of the pages quickly: 'Owned Wands Bring Us Dignity: An Interview with the Head of the Squib Support Society', 2nd Edition; 'Forgotten Second-Class Citizens of the Wizarding World', 3rd Edition; 'Ancient Runes Yearbook Coming Soon', 4th edition; 'Rule Club Members with Promising Achievements', 5th to 6th ed.; 'Wand Laws Face New Challenge: Goblins Demand Exclusive Wand Access', 7th ed.; 'House-Elves and the Assembly Line', vol. Eight editions.

He put down the newspaper and murmured, "It's both trouble and opportunity."

Good or bad depends on how it works. There was a point in the newspaper that coincided with him, this matter should be done slowly, "carefully consider the review and distribution of exclusive magic wands", and the number should not be blindly expanded.

"Squib savior, huh? How will they thank you and cast a monument for you?" Grindelwald said with an unclear attitude, "Then you must be careful, and be careful that they will regret it later..."

He stuffed a mouthful of bread into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it slowly, wiped his mouth unhurriedly, and turned over a page of the magazine in his hand.

Felix obviously felt a few beams of eyes cast on him, so he wouldn't pick up on it. He said secretly: "Professor Bagshot, I'm glad to see that your appetite is much better than before. , I was still worried before, I heard that eating with dentures is not very delicious... I didn’t expect that new teeth will grow out in the past few days, and Madam Pomfrey’s skills are getting more and more superb.” He was full of admiration say.

"Has anyone ever told you to be rude?" Grindelwald asked.

"There are quite a few...but they all found out in the end that it was a misunderstanding." Felix said. He couldn't help but cast a glance at Dumbledore, who was putting away the letter and lost in thought.

"Jane's Defense Weekly?" Felix asked curiously.

"For lesson preparation." Grindelwald said briefly.

"Oh." Felix's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "I saw this magazine when I practiced in Muggle society. It's okay—"

"You know a lot about Muggle military?" Grindelwald asked sharply.

"Just heard about..."

Grindelwald sat up straight, "Then what do you think of those large thermal weapons?"

"The power is not bad."

"Ever thought they will fall on top of your head?"

"I thought about it." Felix said honestly, "but it can't hit me."

"Ah, yes, even the strongest—" Grindelwald smacked his lips and asked sharply, "But what about your friends? What about your compatriots?"

"We have defensive spells."

Grindelwald smiled and pointed to the newspaper.

Felix hesitated for a moment, knowing that he was referring to the Squibs. If there were a large number of Squibs, they might not necessarily be of the same mind as the traditional wizards.

"Mr. Bagshot, why are you obsessed with confrontation? That's the worst choice, maybe you don't know, the Ministry of Magic has been in touch with the Muggle Prime Minister—"

"So what?" Grindelwald's attitude was aggressive, and he said bluntly: "It's just a puppet. What if things develop in the worst direction? Well? After all your preparations fail... ..."

Felix was taken aback, and he spoke slowly.

"I still insist on peaceful means, negotiation, and deterrence. War is a lose-lose outcome. Besides, as you said... Britain has three islands, and there are many other countries besides the three islands. Their opinions will always be It is also impossible to unify, this is the biggest weight."

"We represent order, and we fight against the threat from the dark wizard."

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were completely stunned. What were they discussing? Why did the topic get involved in the exposure of the wizarding world~IndoMTL.com~Wizards and Muggle Wars?

Grindelwald showed an expression of appreciation.

"It seems that we still have some common language, about this-"

"Leonhard." Dumbledore came back to his senses, and he said sternly, "You promised me."

Felix immediately realized that this name belonged to Grindelwald. He only knew that Grindelwald had borrowed his aunt's surname before, but he didn't know the name yet. Now it seems that Leonhard Bagshot is the one. His fake full name.

Dumbledore stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Leonhard, the other side insists on coming over in person to do a comprehensive physical examination of your body." Grindelwald squinted his eyes, his eyes were suddenly full of violence and perverseness, and he said hoarsely: "They Dare?" "I agree. You must do it." Dumbledore said calmly, he didn't look at Grindelwald, turned his head, and his tone became calm:

"There is something that may require you to make a trip, Felix, I can't find a more suitable person than you."

Felix is ​​still thinking about it, a comprehensive inspection? who? St. Mungo's therapist? But the tone of the two sides is completely different.

"What happened?"

"Give back Ilvermorny's snakewood staff." A wand slightly thicker than normal appeared in Dumbledore's hand, and he said softly: "I have resigned as the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, It's not suitable to keep it anymore. I need you to return it to its original owner."

"You'd better visit the Ministry of Magic first, their delegation is getting impatient."

The snake wooden staff landed in Felix's hand, and a light halo appeared on its surface immediately. In an instant, hundreds of snake hisses echoed in the auditorium.

"Quiet."

Felix ordered in Parseltongue.

The snake stick fell into dead silence.