A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 623: Quidditch Selection

Chapter 625 Quidditch Selection

When Felix returned to his office, it was already very late, and the sky turned jet black.

Yawning boredly, Varun let the tip of his exclusive magic wand emit colorful sparks. He couldn't understand why the guy who fried the little snake could do incredible things with his exclusive magic wand? Obviously it has more gems.

When he saw the big devil push open the door and come out, Varen immediately jumped onto his shoulder, chattering non-stop.

"You can't compare him to Filch," Felix said, "Filch has really never been exposed to magic in these years, so even if he changed to another exclusive wand, he still had to rely heavily on it." The built-in magic in the gem..." He looked at the desk, where there were several letters, and scattered owl paw prints and biscuit crumbs on the table.

Valen patted his chest, indicating that he entertained the guests.

"Good job."

Felix went to the table and sat down, opened the letter, and quickly scanned it. The first two letters were from Ms. Burns and Lupine respectively. The only surprise was that Rita Skeeter also wrote to him.

The owner of several letters briefly introduced his current situation, and Ms. Burns was the shortest, because she had been writing letters during this period, so many greetings were omitted.

"...everything is fine, today Sirius sent me a set of puzzles, saying that it is for muggles' pastime... Merlin, I have no idea what is going on in his mind, don't I look busy enough? ?” The next couple of paragraphs are all about Sirius and his new job, but mostly complaints that serve no purpose other than to make Felix even more sorry for not being able to catch him before school started up. "He's not the only one who collects intelligence, but I don't have anyone I can completely trust. It's rumored in the ministry that I'm preparing a whole set of reform plans, but I feel more like a puppet, Felix Hepp, you Bastard, you never told me that you opened the 'future world' company to Muggle society, seven branches!"

Felix grinned, after so many days of correspondence, Ms. Burns was familiar with him—or perhaps learned from Sirius, Felix wrote it down. He picked up the quill and wrote back.

"Amelia, those seven stores are not going to be used in future plans, and the clerks don't know that their boss is a juggler, which will seriously discourage their work enthusiasm... Regarding the staffing problem, I do have some suggestions. If it is for the sake of confidentiality, I suggest that you expand the Muggle Affairs Department to a limited extent. The reason is also ready-made: the old laws cannot keep up with the changes of the times, and the provisions are urgently needed to be expanded. To this end, a large amount of information needs to be collected..."

Felix glanced at Rita Skeeter's pink envelope and suddenly had an idea. .

"...I can recommend a person who occupies a place in the Muggle newspaper industry, has the opportunity to contact those valuable materials, and has the advantages of a keen sense of media... You should have heard her name, Rita Skeeter, it's so strange that she has been so successful in the past two years, it's unbelievable, isn't it?

What’s more, you can talk to Mundungus about the smuggling issue, I’m sure you’ll be shocked, but don’t reveal any information to him—he’s famous for reselling information, and he only needs a glass of it when he’s in trouble Heat whiskey can buy him..."

The second letter came from Lupin. Felix looked at the densely packed forms on it, and it was obvious that Lupine was going to explain something official.

"...a total of 127 exclusive magic wands were sold. The buyers were all inextricably linked to the magic world, so they quickly passed the Ministry of Magic's review.

The only exception is Mrs. Arabella Figg. Dumbledore wrote me a letter specifically to plead, but it is not necessary. I understood it all when I saw that she lived in Privet Drive... The office two streets away was overcrowded, and many parents of students also came over with the attitude of giving it a try. It was quite lively. Of course, this business was advertised as 're-employment skills training'. I don't know who came up with it Words... But frankly speaking, it will take time for them to get official approval, and the wizarding world cannot accept so many people at once..."

"Arthur has been very happy recently. His son Percy has become the youngest director in the ministry. It is said that he is younger than the former Chesterton Avery. Of course Avery is in the past tense. He His death is still an unsolved case, and no Death Eater has confessed to the crime... Percy is negotiating with the Ministry of Magic of fourteen countries every day, preparing materials, and he is too busy. Penello said that he has plans to learn two more Foreign language, trying to surpass Mr. Crouch, I think, this is really a difficult task..."

Felix wrote back in a cheerful mood.

But when he opened Rita Skeeter's letter, he was not very happy, this woman came to ask for money! She took credit for the popularity of the exclusive wand, but Felix disagreed, and he couldn't remember when he said that. Therefore, when Felix forwarded the letter to Warren, not only did he immediately gain an ally who shared his hatred with him, but Warren also volunteered to help write the letter back, and Felix agreed with a smile.

He read the whole two pages of the parchment's refutation without changing a single word, except for a slight mention at the end that the Ministry of Magic is very rich, and there is a chance to make extra money recently. But the mouth must be strict, otherwise the consequences will be much more serious than illegal Animagus...

Felix stretched himself after finishing his work, and stood in front of the window.

He stared at the dark silhouettes of the castle, the Forbidden Forest, and the mountains in the distance, but he was thinking of a branch branching from the depths of Voldemort's memory. In fact, it is too early to call it a "tributary". At best, it is a small spring eye. Without Felix's help, it would not exist at all.

The cool night wind blows on his face, bringing him the breath of lush plants. Varun climbed up along the trouser legs, looked at the sparkling black lake under the moonlight, and handed him a piece of chocolate frog. Felix tore off the wrapping paper and bit off the chocolate frog's head.

The sweetness and bitterness of the chocolate melted in his mouth, and he looked at the chocolate frog card. It showed an angry woman with long black hair and half-moon-rimmed glasses, holding a large sign that read 'No Repressive Spells'.

Felix glanced at the witch's name: Carlotta Pinkstone. He froze for a moment, that radical activist? He turned the picture to the back, and sure enough, her introduction was printed on it:

Carotta Pinkstone (1922-present)

Activist who advocates repealing the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Act and informing Muggles of the real existence of magic. Ms Pinkstone has been imprisoned several times for blatant and deliberate use of magic in public places.

If the calculation is correct, this person will be released this year, Felix thought, a year earlier than Barty Crouch. He plans to pay attention to the nearest newspaper, and it will be less than four months before the end of this year.

Felix yawned and rubbed his forehead. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that the tower light in the principal's office was still on. It seemed that he was not the only one who couldn't sleep tonight, but I don't know if the school will Replace the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the speed of light?

It turned out that Dumbledore somehow convinced Grindelwald that the next few lessons were only about silent spells. But Felix would not think that Grindelwald subscribed to those Muggle military magazines purely out of interest.

This is not unfounded worry. Dumbledore once wanted to leave a copy of the Marauder's Map. It is hard to say that it was not because he was worried that the old man would sneak out and abduct a full set of Muggle military equipment to use as teaching aids.

Maybe it won't be long before the progress of the course will advance to the chapter of 'how to identify and defend against small firearms'. Even a part of the outline does not need to worry about Grindelwald, Felix gave a detailed introduction in "'Magic' in the Muggle World"...

Because of the requirements of silent spells and wandless manifesting runes, students can be seen all over the school with blushing faces, staring at a plant or the food on the plate in a daze. If you stare at it for a long time, you will find that the expressions of these people have quickly slipped from menacing to dull-eyed. Felix can see similar scenes almost every year, but he still finds it interesting. Those students seem to be programmed Like a set program, with similar expressions, Felix wanted to write to the Weasley twins to provide ideas for their new products.

Silent spells are not specific spells, but a whole set of spell-casting skills, which are used in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration classes. The sudden strict requirements have seriously frustrated the sixth grade students. Back to the last two months of the fifth grade O.W.Ls exam, the whole person was stunned.

"I'm not in a nightmare, am I?" Seamus complained loudly, "Silent spells, ancient runes require casting spells without wands, and herbal medicine class also requires us to deal with tentacles that spew out sticky juice..."

After two days, the students finally realized that none of the sixth grade improvement classes were easy. In particular, the silent spells and wandless manifest runes cannot be mastered in a short period of time. It is said that Professor Haipu claimed in the fifth grade class that he had prepared for students who did not meet the requirements and did not write papers. Large confinement room.

"It's true." Luna told Ron in the stands at the Quidditch tryout on Saturday.

Ron had a bitter face, of course his thesis didn't move a single word, and what's worse - he wasn't sure if he was up to the mark. During breakfast, Hermione advised him to stop taking chances, "Unless the professor will only stare at you from the beginning to the end of the next class and give you dozens of chances, but that is simply impossible!"

Success rate, yes, this problem plagues all students who have taken the Ancient Runes class.

Obviously, the professor is far more cunning than the little wizards imagined. Of course, he would not give a person dozens of chances. That is unrealistic. There are enough students in the class. Even Ron Can't think of any reason why the professor would agree. But the problem is, now no student can be 100% successful, Neville gave up early, got the reference book list arranged by the professor in advance from Hermione, and read the tome.

Simo and Dean in the same dormitory were affected, and barely read dozens of pages, and the hypnotic effect was surprisingly good.

So when Ron looked away from the cluttered Quidditch field - and Harry was on the move as captain - he was almost taken aback to see a few runes dancing around Luna's fingertips jaw.

"How did you do that?" swallowed Ron, who could see clearly that Luna wasn't holding a wand.

"What did you say?" Luna said cheerfully, she likes both excitement and quietness, so when half of the students from Gryffindor College and a small half of students from other colleges came over, there was no need for her to appear here. Not surprisingly, besides, her good friend Ginny also participated in the selection, and her fiery red hair was very dazzling on the field.

Ron pointed at the magic symbol in Luna's hand, his eyes widened.

"You have to make friends with them," Luna said, "each of them has its own personality, some of which I'm not familiar with, and have weird tempers... But in general, it's pretty easy to get along with. "

"Can you tell me more?"

Ron was a little confused, but felt that this insight was very fresh. Maybe he could write Luna's words into the paper?

Luna introduced it in more detail. In her eyes, each rune symbol has its own character and emotion. She can even tell the stories of some magic symbols and find corresponding characters for them. "I think this looks like Harry," she said.

Ron stared at the purple rune that Luna was pointing at, and then at Harry, who was hoarse on the field. He really couldn't imagine the similarities between the two. The halo resembles Harry's hair, or does the symbol also have a flattened lightning bolt at the tip?

What makes him even more incomprehensible is that he doesn't understand why in Luna's eyes, he is associated with that ugly khaki symbol.

"I think it looks like you, you're all dirty yellow," Ron shot back, feeling insulted.

"Looks like you've figured out the trick," Luna said, before turning her head to the field.

Ron looked at the field a little bored. He didn't know how Luna turned the ancient rune class into a divination class, but Professor Haip was very different from Trelawney. Lelawney's attitude, handing in such an assignment, Professor Happer will definitely lock him up until Christmas.

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Harry looked jealously at Ron and Katie Bell, who were enjoying themselves in the stands, and felt that the tryout had been abysmal. Because there is no age limit, many first- and second-year students also signed up, and even occupied the vast majority of places. Not to mention comparing these people with official players, even letting them play 70% of the speed of the broom is difficult for others. For example, just now, a Chaser was too nervous and even threw himself into the goal, causing the audience to roar laughing out loud.

That's not counting, the boy may have been too ashamed to ride the old comet broom, and he seemed to be planning to go back to the castle and hide. Harry had to run after him to get the broom back, but he relented and let the teary boy go.

When Harry returned to the venue, he seemed to have assumed the role of the boy. Half of the spectators pointed at him and were overjoyed.

Harry was very glad that Hermione didn't come. He rejected most of Hermione's suggestions on the grounds that Hermione didn't understand Quidditch. This seemed to dampen Hermione's self-esteem, so when she arrived, the selection was drawing to a close. In the end, Harry flew around the field with the new players, and the students in the stands slapped him face-to-face a few times.

"So the selection process went pretty well?" Hermione asked warily when they got off their brooms.

"The result is gratifying." Harry said bluntly, and made up his mind in his heart that if Hermione asked for specific details, he would refuse her question on the grounds that he could not reveal the team's secrets. But Hermione just looked at the audience who left the stands, raised her eyebrows, and her attitude was noncommittal.

"It's like watching a great burlesque," Luna commented beamingly.

Hermione and Ginny bent over laughing at the same time. Ron didn't smile, which made Harry wonder how strong their friendship was.

"Let's go, I saw smoke rising from Hagrid's cabin when I came." Hermione stood up and said solemnly.

Harry pretended not to see the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Luna dragged Ginny away mysteriously~IndoMTL.com~Then the remaining three turned around and walked towards Hagrid's cabin dully.

They were going to salvage a friendship that was on the verge of breaking up, on the grounds that they rationally did not take Hagrid's improvement class. This was said by Ron, who predicted pessimistically that Hagrid would let Grapp stand guard at the door, carrying a big stick, and they would have to go through a narrow escape before seeing the awkward Hagrid.

When they approached the cabin, they heard a loud sniffing sound, and the three looked at each other cautiously.

"Oh, my God," said Hermione sadly, apparently thinking Hagrid was crying sadly.

Even Harry and Ron thought so. It can't be a cold, right? They approached anxiously, thinking about how to comfort Hagrid. They hardly thought of other possibilities, so when Harry knocked on the door anxiously, he was so surprised when he heard the voice of a second person in the room.

"Yes, those little heartless... Potter never took the initiative to write me a letter, not even one, but I gave him the precious Elixir of Bliss!" Slughorn absent-mindedly Said: "Hagrid, can I attend its funeral? I've never had a close encounter with an acromantula..."