A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 615: Hip’s admirer

"A certain Hogwarts rune professor ()"

Felix caressed the "Ancient Rune Yearbook" in his hand. Under the gold letters, it was marked with the words '1992~1996 Compilation'. This tome reference book can be regarded as the first comprehensive and systematic account of The books on the development of ancient runic texts and the collection of materials are unprecedented in history, so the content is particularly substantial.

The content of the book is divided into three parts.

"In a nutshell, it is the past, present, and future of the discipline of compiling ancient runes."

Felix turned to the first page. The preface briefly introduced the time, place and reason of the event, followed by a long list of names, each on its own line, and a brief summary in small italic letters Basic information about the person.

For example, Hermione Granger, her name is recorded in bright emerald green ink below her name - female, Hogwarts (in school), 16, 27.

"Gender, school, age... I understand all of these, what does this mean?"

Mrs. Granger pointed to the number '27' and asked, Hermione raised her head and said, "That's the number of papers cited in the Yearbook, marked with an asterisk below."

"Number of cited papers?" Mrs. Granger blinked in confusion, she lowered her head and found a note at the bottom of the page, "...Because the "Yearbook" was the first compilation, it deliberately covered the period between 1992 and 1996 and the number of papers cited in this book.”

She felt even more confused. It's not that I can't read the text above, but—"You published 27 papers?"

She and her husband exchanged glances, and Mr Granger said with interest: "Haven't had time to ask - I read the number 42 in the Daily Prophet, but our bright and rebellious daughter I once told her parents that it would be good to believe one-third of the above content..."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"What I'm talking about is the prediction of the war situation. It's not like you don't know how many rumors I have dispelled... The numbers are true, both of them. It's just that one is the total number of papers I published, and the other is only The part of the ancient rune domain has been counted."

"It says 'published and cited in this book'..." Mrs. Granger said hesitantly.

"Obviously, isn't it? Not all published papers are cited, such as overview articles are not very popular, because this is what the Annals will do, and do it better: Summary Look at the past, look at the present, and imagine the future."

"It's a bit like the medical annuals I've read." Mr. Granger said with interest.

"Almost," said Hermione.

Mrs. Granger stopped on this page, her eyes kept wandering, searching for her familiar name, "Harry Potter, citing 6 papers, Ron Weasley... 4 papers, huh? Lou Anna Lovegood, she's only fifteen years old, and the number of cited papers is 5..."

"She writes a lot." Hermione snorted softly.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "This 'Miss Love and Beauty' is your rival in school?"

"That's not it!" Hermione blushed, but her mother smiled even more happily. She walked over angrily, opened a few pages of the thick yearbook, and muttered: "You should really read... The first part summarizes important current events, paper literature and statistics, and I think she has excerpts from three papers...ah, here it is!"

Mrs. Granger looked at the paper title above curiously:

"Using ancient runes to reproduce the disappeared magical animal, the horned snoring beast... sounds quite professional."

Hermione pointed to the small print on it, "This paper is unproven and only conjecture, but it is highly innovative and has great potential to be tapped...Mr. Haipu spoke highly of it..." She pouted as she spoke. opened his mouth.

"Isn't this just a magical conjecture? I don't know much about it... Maybe it's analogous to a scientific conjecture?" Mr. Granger asked with a smile.

"Well, I just..." Hermione said discouragedly, and she couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Even if it's another magical animal, why is it a horned snoring beast? Obviously the subject is so grand, Covering magical animals, ancient runes, Patronus spells, and even ghosts..."

"Ghost?"

…

"No, it's the soul!" Xenophilius said in the garden of a cart-like house on the hill outside the village of Autry San Catchpole. Cotton candy white hair tumbles down his shoulders, and he shows off a gold chain around his neck: "What a wonderful coincidence! I wear the emblem of the Deathly Hallows, and my daughter told me about the prophecy of the Resurrection Stone."

"Aren't you studying sapper magic, Dad?" Luna said, repairing the goblin's house.

"Oh, no...there are more important things," Xenophilius stammered, "Luna, listen to me—I don't know much about centaurs, and while I'm trying to befriend them They kicked me back then, but that didn't matter, it was all when I was young...their prophecies were powerful."

"Yes, I've been looking forward to a big party." Luna said happily.

"Party?" Xenophilius was confused.

"I saw a lot of people shooting fireworks into the sky during a fire divination..." Luna shook her head like a dream. "Oh, uh," Xenophilius stared, "could it have already happened? I heard that someone just created a meteor shower to celebrate the victory..."

"But they're completely different, and I thought I'd be there," Luna said expectantly.

"Okay...let's get back to the point, Luna." Xenophilius said seriously.

Luna nodded, staring intently at her father, the triangular eye emblem on his neck gleaming on his chest.

"First of all, this matter needs to be kept secret——"

"Can I tell Ginny?"

"Of course, you are friends."

"Where is Harry? And Ron, Hermione, Neville..." Luna snapped her fingers, and Xenophilius said, "If they are trustworthy-yes, you can even form a team." Squad, but don't be too ostentatious, I don't want to hear that my daughter is looking for the resurrection stone with great fanfare, and some wishes won't work if spoken out."

He hesitated for a moment, "To be honest, I don't know if I should tell you, after all, I don't have much hope..."

"What is it?"

"Principal Dumbledore wrote me back and invited me to participate in the interview... Oh, no, no, don't rush to be happy, there are other competitors." But it didn't take long for them to start preparing for the celebration, "Tan Shui Fish soup with colored balls! Goldigan! Airship Lee!" Xenophilius yelled happily while adding various seasonings to the pot.

They end up with a glass of the condensed stuff.

"Leave me alone, you still have to attend the interview." Luna said.

"Oh, thank you, daughter," Xenophilius wiped the corners of his eyes, "I won't let you fight alone, when the interview is successful, I'll take you to visit a very knowledgeable ghost, she may be very helpful Your dissertation is of interest..." He drank it down in one gulp.

"How does it taste?" Luna asked curiously.

"It's okay," Xenophilius shook his head, smacking his lips and said, "Maybe the airship has too much plum, and the book says it is slightly toxic, although I can't believe it completely, because they can also improve the ability to accept abnormal things. effect, but..."

He rubbed his stomach, and moved the "Ancient Runes Yearbook" over, "Let me see how they evaluated your thesis, I should pick the key points and write it down, and then I will ask Dumbledore..." He turned over On the page of the book, "Hey, why not? There are only introductions by puppet masters and pranksters..."

"You turned your head, Dad," Luna said.

"No, I think this is the arrangement of fate, you see—" he pointed to the introduction of the chapter Puppeteer: "'Golem' is just a concept, I don't want people to only focus on its material In terms of production methods, it can be anything that uses magic to assist us in our work, life and study... look."

Not far from here, over a hill, the Diggory family and the Burrow lived next to each other, separated by only a few hundred feet. The Diggory family moved here due to the war, and they helped each other with the Weasleys.

"Your boy is excellent, Mr Diggory."

In the beautiful and tidy house, Qiu Zhang's father's praise and Mr. Diggory's hearty laughter came.

Cedric and Qiu Zhang couldn't stand the scrutiny and atmosphere in the room, so they ran out to breathe, and they whispered while walking.

"They are really... anxious," Qiu Zhang said angrily. She looked at Cedric and said hesitantly, "You...really don't plan to enter the Ministry of Magic?" Cedric shook his head slightly , "I have rented a store in Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley?" Qiu Zhang said with some disappointment, "I thought you would choose Hogsmeade." She still had one year to graduate.

Cedric smiled brightly on his face: "Don't worry, I won't forget Hogsmeade weekend. The reason why I chose Diagon Alley is because Fred, George and Sword Castle are all there. It's very convenient to do research... Do you remember the disposable space capsule? I think it has great potential, and it matches my golem very well."

They walked into an old garage.

Fred and George were squatting on the ground studying something, "Why are they here? Didn't you say they were busy opening a branch?" Qiu Zhang asked in a low voice. "Caught by Mrs. Weasley." Cedric also whispered.

The twins turned their backs to them and raised their heads, "I seem to hear someone speak ill of us."

"I'm just telling the truth..." Cedric shrugged, "How is the pygmy cattail growing?"

"It's all going well, except it's getting more stupid," Fred said with a sigh.

"Maybe that's an advantage, you know, witches like silly things." George said, and Qiu Zhang glared at him. "Oh, sorry, I mean pets." After a while, Qiu Zhang's arms and shoulders were covered with light pink and purple fluffy balls, they were chirping, and they looked like Fu What Red and George said didn't look very bright.

George gave Cedric a look that said: Look, I'm right.

Cedric laughed.

"Ginny likes the little ones too," said Fred. "How about the new store?"

"It will open in a few days," Cedric said: "In addition to some of the previous finished products, I also made a deformed smoke."

"Take it out!" said Fred and George in unison.

Cedric took out a teacup from his pocket, shook it vigorously for a while, and then the rim of the cup poured out, a puff of smoke as fine as liquid came out, they were like some kind of growing crystal clusters, spreading Full workbench.

"They are actually a whole, and you will find it easier to cast polymorph on them, like this."

Cedric waved his wand, and the crystal cluster-like smoke easily condensed into various shapes. "With a certain strength, you can turn it into a chair, a simple tent, or various small animals, even a first- and second-grade student can easily control it."

At last they saw a lifelike Hogwarts castle.

"Transfiguration requires a good understanding of what is to be transformed, and this smoke can help." Cedric said hesitantly, "So this is actually a tool for learning Transfiguration."

"It may be more than that," Fred said, putting it on his shoulder, "This thing is very useful..."

In the evening, the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden.

Felix sat in the dimly lit auditorium, listening to a piano recital.

François Crutoy's performance was perfect, and when the curtain call came, the audience burst into applause. Although his face was calm~IndoMTL.com~, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes. When the audience exited one by one, they were still immersed in the atmosphere created by the sound of the piano.

The camera flash illuminates the stage very brightly, and the microphone is handed over.

"Mr. Crutoy, can I ask what the goddesses and angels in your song refer to? Or is it your beautiful yearning for life?"

"Do you have a new understanding of religion?"

Krutoy narrowed his eyes slightly, he seemed to see a familiar face in the audience, and Felix smiled at him.

"Mr. Crutoy?"

"Oh," Krutoi stared at the empty seat, thoughtful, "The two songs refer to the same thing, if you have to say the difference, maybe one is what you see and the other is what you think Let's go."

"When sadness comes, I hope that each of us can meet an angel."

…

Harry received the supplementary book list and the badge of the Quidditch team captain sent with the letter just before the last week of school. Harry looked at it repeatedly for a while, feeling very excited.

"Is there anything to buy?" Sirius asked. "Yes!" Harry stared down at the book list, read it twice, and then said in surprise: "Sixth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts, "Encountering a Faceless Monster"—"

"Ah, that book is quite famous," said Sirius.

"And—" Harry swallowed.

"What else?" Sirius raised his head in doubt.

"There are three more books, "The History of Muggle Struggle: From Millions of Years Ago", "How Muggles Think", and "The 'Magic' of the Muggle World."

"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" Sirius almost fell off the chair.

"No," said Harry.

Sirius rubbed his chin, "It sounds like the new professor is a crazy admirer of Felix."